Well folks, it's been a great ride, I have so loved exploring this reversal with you. Thank you for all your reviews. Witches is going to take a little break now, though you may notice that it isn't quite done. There is another adventure in story for Sook and Eric. Do let me know if you want to hear more.

Thanks to CH for the characters and all the readers for the inspiration.

Merick

Part 35

I have to give the Disney folks some credit, you really wouldn't think that 'The Happiest Place on Earth" would exactly cater to vampires, or draw them as tourists for that matter. But just like a lot of other businesses that had adapted after The Great Revelation the folks at Disney had made some allowances. They called them Midnight Magic hours, staying open till two am most weekends. Initially there was not a great deal of traffic, but as vampires, like myself, found human companions the flow increased. And of course, there were always the teenaged kids who came to gawk. You did not feed at Disney, that was well understood, and enforced by the Sherriff of that area, but True Blood was available, a little more discretely than the popcorn and Mouse ice cream treats. They liked to pour it into souvenir glasses, something about not walking around with glass bottles. I had my doubts, but the smile that graced my lover's face the entire time we were there was worth any minor inconvenience to me, not that I actually drank the stuff.

I should add that Disney had actually hired a great many vampires, but mostly to do behind the scenes work over night; repair and maintenance of the rides, and the park itself, as well as transportation and delivery. Not many vampires worked out in the open, I think mostly because they had too much pride to wear name tags that ended all their names in a 'y' or an 'ie'. Tommy, Abby, Robby, I shudder to think what they would have done with my name. And yes, I know the suffix of Sookie's name: it is not the same.

We stayed at the Polynesian Resort. I could not give Sookie the day at the beach she might have wanted; but she did steal away during the day to sunbathe, I love the tan on her skin, it makes her look so alive. But the resort did give us the chance to walk on a moonlit beach, even if it was not a real ocean and if a truck had hauled the sand in. And the night at EPCOT gave her the walk on the streets of Paris, Italy and Morocco, as well as the shopping, which I love to indulge her with. And I cannot even do justice to the shopping at Downtown Disney. Fortunately I make a very good living; we needed another suitcase to bring everything home. Sookie insisted that we buy gifts for Arthur and Pam, I let her choose, but I could not wait to see their reactions. Did you know you can customize those mouse hats, and even get names embroidered on them?

It was only four days we were away, but it was a rest for us both, at least mentally, that girl dragged me over I do not know how many acres of property, searching for hidden Mickeys, a game I apparently excel at, and oohing at the flowers, fountains and fireworks. I do not know that I have ever seen Sookie smile as much or as genuinely as she did then, and I knew she was happy. Her attentions to me, when we did return to our light tight room proved it, as if I needed any proof. For a few hours before sleep it certainly was the happiest place on earth, at least for the two of us. As we lay, in the glow after our lovemaking, before the sunrise, me kissing her slowly and gently over her face and neck, she turned to me, the ever-present smile softened into the languid curl I loved to see on her face.

"Eric?"

"My lover?"

"Being with you, is so wonderful." Her voice sounded so dream-like, perhaps emulating the numerous magical creatures we had seen over our nights there; real and otherwise. It seems the weres also enjoyed Disney.

"Thank you." I replied.

"You make me happy."

"And you do the same for me."

"I haven't had a great deal of abject happiness in my life Eric."

"I know." I continued to stroke her with just the tips of my fingers feeling her skin quiver under my touch.

"Now that I've found something that makes me so happy I wonder why I don't just embrace it fully?"

"What do you mean my lover?"

"I don't want to be without you anymore Eric, when we get home I want to move my stuff out to Shreveport."

"Really?" I was incredulous, I had expected that I would have to work at persuading her for at least a year, especially as summer was still in its radiant glory, and her little house surrounded by the verdant splendor that I know she loved.

"Not everything I mean, you're house really doesn't lend itself to the copious knick knacks that Gran has collected. But I'd like to bring my stuff, everything I'd need to stay with you all the time. Would that be okay?"

Okay? What a silly question she asked me. Her constant presence had been my fondest desire for months. I missed the scent of her in my rooms when she was back in Bon Temps, though it lingered in my bed, as did I on those days.

"I would love nothing more my darling Sookie than to have you come and be with me."

Her languid smile broadened and she snuggled into my arms a little more fully.

"Good." She whispered, before throwing a leg over mine, and pulling herself to straddle me. That action surprised me because I thought that she was quite spent after our already full night.

"I love you Eric."

"I know, I love you too Sookie." She began to grind herself against me very slowly, not that it took much encouragement to bring me to a solid arousal. I brought my hands to rest on her hips to feel the swaying run through my arms. Sometimes I wished I could not see so well in the dark unless I closed my eyes, and I was generally much to aroused to do that, I was denied the surprise of where she would touch me next. She bent forward to kiss me very softly on the mouth, and I felt the sigh escape her lips as she did so. I let my hands continue to dance over her warm skin carefully, tracing the lines her bikini had left on her skin after her sunbathing. She would never be as pale as I, even when the winter came, but it made us a good match I thought. I raised my hips against hers and watched a ripple cross her chest. I might not be able to keep her warm, but I sure as hell could make her hot. Or was that vice versa? It was becoming difficult to keep a coherent thought in my head as her body moved against mine and mine responded. I moaned in an amusing frustration for her, she loved to bring me up, and sometimes I really loved to let her do it.

"Where do you find your energy?" I asked her, a bit of a laugh in my voice, because I certainly was not complaining.

"It must be your blood lover." And she put her head down again, and nipped at my neck.

"Then you should take it." I made to raise a hand to scratch my skin for her but she stopped me.

"Not yet lover." And with a shift of her hips and the soft palm of her hand she guided me into her depths. I moaned again, and this time it was not out of amusement. She rocked herself against me to a rhythm I could not hear, but that I enjoyed immensely.

"Gods Sookie," I breathed out, finding it more and more difficult to put words together as my passions built. "What you do to me." Her hands came to rest hard on my chest as she braced herself against my hips and began to work me harder. Her weight meant nothing to me, but her strength was intoxicating.

Again and again she worked herself over my desperation, harder and faster each time as her own climax built. Her eyes closed as I then enjoyed watching her body; the way her breasts moved, the flat stomach that rolled over as she thrust, the beads of perspiration on her neck; such a beautiful neck, now completely unblemished as my blood running through her veins healed every ardent kiss and bite I gave it.

Her breath began to come in shorter and shorter bursts, and I knew she was close and so I drew one hand close to her body to slide it in between us so that I could touch her in a most sensitive spot, and feel her body and my own as she pulled me into her and released me. It was an incredible feeling, not only on the obvious part that was receiving her attentions, but to touch yourself as you were being consumed, and to touch her, and feel the shivers that resulted from the feather strokes I gave her. Her cry was quiet, but powerful as I felt her body convulse against mine, a movement that forced my own climax, for which I had to hold onto her hips again, unwilling to let her leave me, unwilling to lose her body just then to the sheets and blankets of the bed. I needed her touch, and when she collapsed against me, and I continued to pump into her it was bliss. I rained kisses down on her neck and then finally tore my own skin for her, coaxing her lips wordlessly to take the blood that pooled against my not so chilled flesh. Her mouth against my skin, and the action of her tongue as she fed from me could have brought me to another orgasm if it had not been my third of only the past twenty minutes. I may be superhuman, but even I have brief limits. I held her to me for as long as I was able, but finally her fatigue forced me to let her go, and lay her carefully back beside me.

"I will make love to you every night Sookie Stackhouse, and we will make a fine home together." I watched her lick the last of my blood from her lips, very slowly, and then close her eyes. "I will love you forever."

We flew home at night, as Anubis often does for short trips, but still I was secreted away in a travelling coffin, just in case there were delays. For me the flight was quite peaceful because I did nothing but rest and dream of my lover. There would be time enough, and duty enough to draw my mind back to much more mundane things once we had landed, but for those last few hours I was still going to be on vacation. I could feel Sookie seated in the traditional seats just above the area where the coffins were stored, she was happy, excited about our soon to be living arrangements, and just a little sad about the decision to finally leave Sam and Merlotte's. I cannot admit to having those same feelings about her leaving that bar. I could not protect her there and I did not trust Sam to protect her, and Bon Temps was sort of like some kind of Nexus for terrible supernatural happenings. I preferred that she was closer to me, and to justify my point to myself I only had to think over the past six months, where not one life-threatening thing had happened to her. Not to say that was all my influence, but I like to imagine that a great deal of it was mine.

Everything was peaceful as we flew, even as we landed but I began to feel some anxiety from Sookie as I was waiting to be deplaned, anxiety that grew into an almost frantic panic that made me want to tear myself out of the coffin. Fortunately for my deposit I felt movement that signaled my freedom, and I pushed hard on the lid as I heard the latch pop, springing out to find Sookie. She was standing by our suitcases in the private hanger, staring at her cellular phone, something I noted I had not seen for the whole of our vacation; she must have just turned it back on when we landed.

"Sookie!" I did not care if anyone in the hanger heard my own anxious voice, they could all be damned. "What has happened?"

She looked away from the screen, as pale as a ghost, or a vampire, hands trembling, eyes opened wide. There were tears forming in normally bright orbs, I could see them glistening. I rushed to her side in my typical blur, fortunately the staff were quite used to that and I do not believe that I overly frightened anyone.

"What has happened?" I repeated my question.

"It's Sam," she said on a quiet trembling breath, "he's dead."

Bloody Hell.