Dreaming Of The Dead
My version of Season 4/Book 4: Sookie finds herself torn when she comes across a helpless vampire, the one she has come to hate. Follows the TB Finale, Rated M for language and adult themes, Eric/Sookie.
Chapter titles are songs and will be listed at the beginning of each chapter. They will relate and will enhance your reading experience if listened to, I swear!
DISCLAIMER: All characters are owned by Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball.
WARNING: La-La-Lemons!
AN: I love you all too much to leave you hangin! And SQUEEE 399 reviews, holy crap you guys are awesome!
Chapter 35: A Beautiful Lie (by 30 Seconds to Mars)
SPOV
"This is not good, Sookie," Eric said, staring at me in shock.
Pam was walking around, poking all of the frozen patrons, "They are all so much uglier like this,… worse than candid photo's,…"
"PAMELA, STOP TOUCHING THEM! Sookie, make it go back to normal,… SOOKIE!" He yelled frantically.
"I don't know how! I don't know what I did! Oh my god, I'm such a freak,…" I said, panicking, still on the floor, except now I was shaking and crying.
Eric knelt down in front of me, taking my face in his hands, saying softly, "Lover,…just calm down, okay? What were you thinking or doing at that exact moment?"
"I,…I just wanted it all to stop,… then came the microwave finger's, sparking the shit out of everyone, and now frozen people,…" I put my hand over my mouth and sobbed. I was terrified of myself.
"Okay, okay, shhh, it's alright, lover,… we will fix it and when we do, we will say the fighting has caused you to feel sick,… you are still ill and us vampires need to be more considerate and get this contract signed and over with,…and that you need to rest, okay?"
I nodded and he kissed my forehead. I looked up again, and saw Pam spanking someone's ass and cackling.
Eric roared again, "PAMELA, STOP SMACKING CLANCY'S ASS AND GET BACK INTO YOUR POSITION! We can't let anyone catch on,… GO!" Pam pouted and went back to where she was standing, behind me. She grabbed Amelia's boob then, smirking and then put her hands on her hips.
"Happy?" She asked him as he rolled his eyes, huffing.
"Alright,… Sookie, I am going back over there,... and you are going to try to do the same thing, but think that you want everyone to be moving again, you know?" He raised his brows, trying to convince me to understand. I just nodded and tried to focus.
He went back into position, and I looked down, shutting my eyes tight, and thought hard, 'Un-do whatever I just did!'
I kept them shut, as I heard some thuds hitting the floor, people talking and yelling loudly, gasping and the Queen's voice.
"Northman, what the fuck did she do? Did she fucking electrocute me? DID SHE?"
I opened my eyes and looked at them, relieved, and then really scared again. Queenie was pissed.
"Your Majesty, she is ill, and not feeling well,… our anger and fighting has caused her to lose control of some of her powers,… she seems to have some kind of sparking, electrical power that emanates from her hands when she is provoked,… we need to calm things down so she does not harm herself,…" Eric said, convincingly. The Queen reigned in her anger, inhaling unnecessarily and flaring her nostrils, closing her eyes.
"Fine,… get the contract,… and control your fucking human," she hissed out, running her hands through her hair. Her minions straightened out her clothes for her, and then theirs.
Eric commanded, "Pam, can you get the contract? I believe the lawyer has arrived, as well." Pam nodded and rushed off.
Eric came to me then, helped me off of the ground, and rubbed my back, whispering, "It's alright, my love, everything is alright,… just breathe baby."
He led me back to the booth where he sat me down, then offered the Queen to sit across from me. She sat and Eric sat next to me. Amelia and the Queens underlings stood around us, as Pam brought in the lawyer.
"Ah, Mr. Cataliades, thank you for coming," Eric said, as Pam offered him a chair at the head of the booth table.
"Mr. Northman, Your Majesty, I have here the contract for Ms. Stackhouse's employment. I will have you all read it over, and then sign once everything is agreed upon."
"Of course," the Queen said, glaring at Eric.
"I must add something into the contract, as well, Mr. Cataliades,… Sookie and I are blood bonded now, and soon to be pledged. Any harm, or blood letting of any kind, upon either Sookie or myself, is a blood-offense, punishable by death," Eric said, firmly, and glaring back at the Queen. She snarled as the lawyer nodded and made some changes in the contract. I sat by, watching Eric and the Queen grill each other. It was nerve racking.
The lawyer told us where to sign, and when all was done, he left, shaking all of our hands and being escorted out by Pam. The Queen rose, then, giving a fake smile.
"Well, now that that is dealt with, I have some humans I need her to read. When is she available?"
Eric began to speak, when I said, "It depends, how many humans, and what am I looking for?"
The Queen tightened her smile, hiding her fury as she forced out, through her teeth, "Two humans, you are looking for who is lying about where my Hadley has run off to. You wouldn't know, would you, darling?" She smirked, thinking she was surprising me with the news about Hadley.
I shrugged and said, "No, I thought she was dead. She's been with you? How funny,…" I lied, I knew about Hadley, but I also knew the Queen didn't know Hadley came to me,… or ran off with Hunter. I honestly didn't know where she went, but I pretended I didn't know anything at all.
"Yes, quite a coincidence that your cousin is my favorite pet. She has run off,… and,… I am worried." She actually looked upset,… that was a strange look for her.
"I'll do it tomorrow night. But I will not stay the night, I will read only two people, and then I will return home. Good?"
Eric came behind me then and said, "You are not feeling too ill, Sookie?" The bond told me he was worried about how soon this was. But it wasn't a big deal, really, and I wondered if I could possibly find out where Hadley is, tell the Queen I found nothing, and then warn Hadley.
"I am feeling sick, but,… I am sure the Queen will make it quick, right?" I ask her, smiling. She smiles back, eerily and nods.
"Alright, tomorrow we will arrive a few hours after first dark, she will read the two humans, and we will leave. That is it," Eric warned as the Queen nodded again.
"Thank you Eric,… and Sookie. I appreciate you coming so quickly, being 'sick' and all," she said, acting as if I had faked my melt down before, and extreme nausea now. That bitch.
"Well, then, if that is all, then I must be taking Sookie home now, she needs to rest so she can get better. We will see you tomorrow night, Your Majesty," Eric said, helping me to stand up.
He and Pam bowed to the Queen, and I gave a little nod. She turned around and as she passed by Amelia, she blew her a kiss, winking. Amelia bowed and then as soon as the Queen left, she shook with disgust.
"Ugh, she is so irritating! Ughhh! I feel dirty!" Amelia groaned, wiping off the invisible grossness of the Queen from her skin.
Pam chuckled and said, "How does she know you again? You worked for her?"
"Yeah, well, my old coven did, and I had been with them,… nothing crazy,… but she got me to do some sexual stuff with her,… she is one psychotic bitch."
"Oh, dear, here, let me help you with that," Pam came over to Amelia and stroked her arms, pretending to wipe her down. This was getting weird.
"I am taking Sookie home, watch over the bar tonight, Pamela,… and don't just fuck Amelia the whole time,… we have a business to run."
"You mean I have to run your business? Yeah, yeah, goodbye, si anora, see ya later!" She huffed out, dragging a giggling Amelia to the bar.
Eric held my hand and brought me out to my car. We drove off, but not in the right direction,…
"Wait, I thought we were going home?" I ask him, confused. I can feel his excitement and anxiety in the bond.
"We are going to my home,… I need to get my car,…" he half lied. What was up?
"Eric,… you can get your car tomorrow before we go,… why are we really going to your house? You know I know when you are tricking me now, right?"
He smirked and looked at me, then looked back to the road, nodding, "I know, lover,… do not fret. I want to show you my home, is all,… and the night is still young,… it will be easier to get some things and bring them to your house now, before we must go tomorrow,… okay?"
He was still lying about something, but I decided to let it slide for now. "Alright,…"
He put his hand over my knee and squeezed gently, laughing, "Do not be so worried, lover, I am not tricking you! Honest," he said, his hand raising and giving me a scout's honor gesture.
"You were never a boy scout!" I said, calling him out.
"No, but I could have been! I can tie knots and kill animals and build fires like a fucking Ninja! Damn kids ain't got nothing on me," he said, triumphantly. I laughed and he waggled his eyebrows at me.
We arrived at a beautiful, updated Victorian house, that I instantly fell in love with, "THIS is your house?"
"Guess who picked it out," he said, smirking.
"Pam?" I laughed as he nodded. We got out and he led me up the walkway to the porch. He unlocked the door and then typed some numbers into a keypad. The door opened, and we were met with another one a few feet in. He did the same thing, plus an eye scan, holy heck, and then finally we entered his home.
"Wow, this is beautiful, Eric,… and all this time I thought you lived in a dungeon or at Fangtasia! Wow!" I said, looking at all of the beautiful hardwood floors and handcrafted furniture. He smirked and then ran upstairs.
"You can look around, I'll be one minute!" He called from the steps as he took them four at a time. Show off.
I wandered around his living room, then his kitchen, which was spotless, a dining room, again spotless,… and then I found a door which seemed to lead to a basement. I went down there, and found the man cave. Literally. Black leather couches, giant flat screen television on the wall, paintings of Viking ships and the ocean, major amounts of DVD's and video games, and of course, a calendar of naked women. Of course!
I heard him coming down, calling me, "Sookie? Don't you know never to go into the basement of a vampires lair? You could have found bodies, for god's sake,…" he joked, finding me.
"Nope, just naked women on your wall,…" I said, acting as if it was no big deal. Jerk.
"Lover, I have not been down here in weeks. Besides, don't think I didn't find that half naked poster of Leonardo DiCaprio in your closet," he teased me.
"Hey! No fair, that was from years ago!" I said, huffing and crossing my arms.
He kissed my head, walked over to the calendar and tore it down. A picture fell from it then and I grabbed it before he noticed. It was of me,…
"Where did you get this?" I asked, shocked, and sort of touched. He had a photo of me?
He stammered, "Uh,… Pam got it from the security cameras at the bar,…she would tease me with it,… thinking I liked you or something, pfft," he rolled his eyes, grabbing it and shoving it in his pocket.
"That was from the first night I went there,… how long have you had that?" I asked him, smirking.
"…Since that same night,…" He said, looking, and feeling embarrassed. If he could blush, he would have!
"Baby,… that's so cute,… you know,… I sort of had a crush on you too,… but I always would just shrug it off,… you are pretty damn gorgeous though, and sitting on your throne, looking all powerful and badass,… it was a turn on," I told him, coming closer to him and touching his chest with my fingers.
"Is that so, Ms. Stackhouse?" He asked, lust filling his voice and the bond. His eyes were hooded as he quirked one brow up, hiding his smirk.
"Oh yes, Sheriff,…" I breathed out, feeling like I needed to jump his bones or else I'd explode.
He growled and smirked, "Well, aren't you sweet," he said, just like he did that night. I felt my panties get wet as my breath hitched. He inhaled and purred.
I forced out a breathy, "Not really," just before his mouth covered mine, kissing me wantonly.
He gently pushed me against the arm of the leather couch, still kissing me, as his hand trailed down my body, going straight to my panties. He pulled them down, unzipped his pants, and suddenly, he thrusted into me. I cried out as he pounded into me, my nails digging into his strong shoulders. He gently laid me back, my back arching now as my ass still sit atop the arm of the couch. He growled as he thrust into me, once, twice, three more times and I was seeing lights flashing behind my eyes. My insides clenched around him as he poured into me, cursing in his sexy, ancient tongue. I felt the urge to bite him, so I wrapped my legs tightly around him and pulled myself up, with strength I didn't even know I had, and pulled myself against his chest. He grabbed me and cried out as I bit into his neck, drinking him in. I moaned into his skin, feeling like an animal. I grinded my hips into him, wanting more. His hand on my ass and my waist, he moved me on him, allowing me to fuck him mid air. All I could think about was the taste and feel of him.
He whispered in my ear, "Take all of me, lover,… I am yours,…"
I gasped and inhale air as I stopped drinking, then moved to his lips to kiss him. He groaned as he released into me again, eliciting a second orgasm to tear through my body. I shook as he set me down on the couch, separating from my body. I collapsed and gasped for air, recovering from the waves of pleasure that had been coursing through me. I licked my lips, and realized,… I was becoming blood-thirsty, wasn't I?
"I'm sorry,… I think the baby likes your blood,…" I tell him, panting still.
"You sure you don't just like my blood?" He asks, smirking.
"I don't know anymore,… fuck, that was the best quickie of my life," I breathed out as he helped me stand up again.
"We should get going, lover,… are you ready, or do I need to fuck you again?" He asked, teasing me.
"No, we can go,… hurry, before I change my mind," I didn't know how to turn this damn sex drive off! I felt like one second I was fine, and the next I had to fuck and feed! Ugh. Damn hormones.
"We will just leave your car here, for now,… come on," he said, grabbing my hand. We went back upstairs to the main level and he grabbed a small duffel bag and his keys. We moved to an outdoor garage and he opened it up, revealing his dark red corvette. We slid in, and he buckled me, again, like I wasn't capable,… and he drove off into the night back to Bon Temps.
We were silent for awhile, when I decided my thoughts were too cramped inside my own head, "Do you think I'm so hungry for blood because the baby? Like,…maybe it's more vampire?"
He looked at me, then back to the road, "I don't know,… we can call and ask the doctor if you'd like,… I just think you are ridiculously horny,… my blood amps up your sex drive as well and makes the sex even better," he said, looking at me again and waggling his eyebrows. The sexy devil, he is.
"I am not ridiculously horny!" I huffed, crossing my arms and pouting.
"Yes, you are. And you have mood swings,… it's what happens, I hear."
"Yeah, what do you know about pregnant women!"
"Pam had a fetish once,…" he said, smirking and trying not to laugh.
"Ugh, gross! That is just so,… weird!"
"Not really,… I, for one, can't wait till you actually look pregnant,… it's fucking hot, knowing it is my child growing inside of you," he said, licking his lips. HE LICKED HIS LIPS.
"Jesus H, Eric! Quit lickin' those damn lips, thinking about me all fat with your freakin' baby! Weirdo!" Ugh, he actually was going to enjoy me getting stretch marks and waddling around, looking like a whale. Jerk.
"Not to mention how fucking incredible you taste already, MMMM!" he growled out, teasing me, then laughing. I was gonna kick his hot ass.
"Stop teasing me! I'm gonna get fat and gross and my boobs are gonna leak! And you're makin' fun of me!" I started to cry, I couldn't help it.
"Lover, I am not making fun of you," he put his hand over my soon to be giant tummy, "you are going to be beautiful,… there is nothing more amazing than to watch a woman grow with child,…it is even more amazing when they are yours,… Sookie, I honestly cannot wait," he said, caressing my tummy the whole time. I felt he was telling me the truth, and that he really was excited. I sniffled and wiped my tears away and nodded. I put my hand over his and smiled softly.
"Okay,… I'm sorry I yelled at you,… hormones and all,… now watch the road, damn it," I said, smiling innocently.
He chuckled and looked back to the road, as I entwined my fingers with his.
We were quiet for awhile, and I felt he had a lot on his mind. I kept feeling little bursts of sadness and regret, but with happy and excitement and love,.. I didn't understand it, until he finally spoke up.
Softly, he said, "I wish I could show you off,… that everyone can see the miracle we created,… that when it is born, I could celebrate and tell others how brave and strong you were, how beautiful our son or daughter is,… whether it has your eyes or mine, or your smile,…" he gave a small smile then, but it quickly went away, "I wish it didn't have to be a secret,… that we didn't have to lie,…" he looked at me then, frowning, and then shaking his head, "I'm sorry,… never mind,…"
I felt the tears on my cheeks as I nodded my head, "I know how you feel, Eric,… I feel that way too, but,… we have to lie to keep us all safe,… to keep our family safe."
He looked at me again, this time with red rimmed eyes, and nodded, "I know, lover,… and that is what is most important."
I nodded and sniffled, holding his hand to my tummy tightly. I looked out the window and we were quiet the rest of the way back home. We didn't need anymore words on the subject, because we both understood, and we both felt it between us. All that mattered, though, was our love, our safety, and our family. Nothing else.
AN: Seriously, can someone make a carbon copy of Eric and give me one?