AN: Alright. You guys convinced me. Here I am. With ANOTHER story. Ah, it feels too good to be back with vampire Eric. I can't ignore his allure. It won my heart firstly. So, I won't be doing this for every chapter, I just thought, their first encounter had to be seen from both their POV's. So here is Eric's. I think I'll alternate one chapter from being hers to his. How does that sound? We'll see how it goes. I gots to plot this baby out. Thanks for your reviews and your begging -- it got me to write the next chapter and many more :D You guys are too awesome.
Thanks to seastarr08 who perfected this chapter. She is flawlessly amazing! *hugs*
Chapter 2: Everyone Must Stand Alone
"As your maker, I command you." The worst, the most painful words that had ever been spoken to me. But for a brief moment, I was content. I remembered him and me. It had never been bad. I stood up, against my will, obeying my Master without qualm. I gave him one final look, searing his face, his...happiness, into my memory. My thousand years on this planet had not prepared me for the death of my father, brother and son. I turned around to find myself in the company of Sookie Stackhouse.
I wasn't surprised. From the little I knew about her, being here for a vampire she didn't know was part of her altruistic nature. I glanced back at Godric – my saviour.
The air felt still, calm, unprepared for the ancient being it was about to receive. A warm hand touched mine. I looked down at the blond, human who was so far from my concern right now. With the little bit of blood of mine in her system, I felt her sadness, her kindness, her gentleness – all for me. How...odd. Unexpected.
"I'll stay with him," her earnest, wide brown eyes told me with complete sincerity. It was something I wasn't sure I ever saw from a human before and certainly very few vampires, excluding Godric. "As long as it takes," she vowed.
I had been a Viking. I had killed. I had conquered. Godric had changed everything.
Here, on this roof, the sun, my bane, rising, silently making its presence known with the lightening sky I usually tried to avoid, threatening to greet and burn, with a human girl who intrigued me more than anyone had in centuries, and my maker, who I held above all others, even myself.
I nodded, numbly, her emotions hardly my concern. Her warm hand squeezed mine, in a mundane gesture that allowed me no real comfort. Strangely, I knew if anyone was to be with Godric on this roof, here in Dallas, when I could not, I'd like it to be her. She knew loss. I felt it in her.
I retreated to my fate, life as a vampire, in the dark, while the sun, the warmth was left outside.
"It won't take long, not at my age," my maker spoke, resigned unflinching at his destiny. I entered the hotel, my misery too powerful to be dragged into unconsciousness. I broke down in abandon. The agony of Godric's decision and the complete emptiness at losing my companion tore at my centuries old shell. I tore off my stained shirt, the warm blood falling from my eyes, dripping from my chin.
I stared at the flickering fire, falling onto the bed, wracking sobs ripping at my chest. I could feel my maker's joy, his life force – dissipating. I could feel Sookie's tears, her anguish, and joy, as she said her goodbye to the vampire that had also been her saviour, in a much lesser capacity than mine. I held my jaw tight, the tears running free, as I kept still, as if I were up there with them, I closed my eyes and imagined my maker's demise. My dead heart felt after nothing for so long, I was convinced there was a gaping hole, leaving me empty and yet full of guilt, despair and anger.
He left me. I felt him burn, a part of me gone forever. I didn't breathe, out of the habit I had acquired, to appear human, after so many years in the dark. I stilled feeling every singe, every flame – I stared into my own fire, the red, orange and yellow flickering like my other half. The fire still burned.
Godric didn't.
I wept as silently, as he'd vanished after two thousand years of existence.
As my desolation ate me up inside, I was alarmed by the feeling of ease. There wasn't much of it – and it took me a minute to realize that it was Sookie. I listened, quiet as I tried to reach out to her. There wasn't nearly enough of my blood in her...She had left the roof. I caught the sound of her footsteps on my the floor, her small gasps, eluding to her crying. I waited to hear her go to her room with Bill across the hall. The sun was high. He couldn't ignore the initial pull of the sun, like me. I was too overwhelmed to succumb to death. Not yet. Not like Godric.
She was close, her loud breathing none too subtle. I was curious, what was she doing? I didn't expect her condolences.
"Eric," her voice was cautious, questioning.
I lifted my head slightly, the fire the only source of light for the human. The agonizing throb in my chest, something I hadn't ever felt. "Godric is gone." We both knew it wasn't a question.
Her tanned legs were in my line of vision, she stood before me. "I know. I'm so sorry." I wasn't sure what was warmer – her heat was radiating off her skin, my body tingling in its hungry warning. Sookie made me hungry. She smelled like the dawn, dangerous, but alluring. That was something I hadn't experienced in a while. I nearly flinched when her hand reached out. More than anything, I was gripped with the strong desire to be telepathic like her, and to hear her thoughts. My mind flashed back to my main concern, Godric. I stared at her as she brought her mouth to my bloody cheek. Again, my mind flashed, wondering what she was doing. Her soft lips were burning against my cool skin. In disbelief, I was frozen as she reached over and kissed my other cheek. She was very slow, very deliberate, methodical.
Was this comfort? I had forgotten.
She pulled away and I found I didn't want her to leave. An urgent need to keep her with me, I grabbed her hand as she pulled it from my cheek. Her gentleness with a vampire was disconcerting, especially one that had deceived her in the past. I put a hand to the back of her neck, needing her touching me. I put my forehead to her nose, and her rapid heartbeat, the pulse between her legs, delighted me in a moment I never thought to feel anything but despair. She was hardly breathing, shaking. Her hot breath on my face – her hand went to my shoulder, for balance? For permission? Her forehead angled to mine. A shudder went through my body, a strange feeling. I hesitated kissing her. What was she doing...to me?
Her lips were against mine. The intimacy pierced my person, she was so soft, affectionate – taking care of a vampire. I touched her, wanting her closer. Things were moving fast, in the most leisurely of ways. Here she was...with me. Her and I.
When I had imagined Sookie and I together, I convinced myself it would be fleeting, to get her out of my system and move on to the next. At dawn, she became more than that, more than a passing interest. She was my life-long companion's final ally. She had been there for him when I was unable to be. The feelings I had for this young woman, my hand at the curve of her hip, were undeniable. I brought her onto her back, placing myself above her, her small, nervous hand at my neck. All reason had left us. In that moment, she was everything.
I pulled back and stared down at her face and I was reminded of Godric. She was scared, yet excited. A contradiction. My fangs popped out and I stared at her, conveying my desire, my need for her. She gasped. Her hand reached out, and her two fingers touched my fangs. No human had ever dared to do so. A tremor went from my fangs, down my cool spine and straight to my cock. I groaned audibly. A rush, the heavy weight of passion for this telepath, this human girl, left me staggered. My entire focus was on her small, lithe form, as eager for this just as much as I. I waited for her to give me permission before I moved forward. Her eyes were fixated on mine as I searched their depth. She only had thoughts for me. This moment was ours. Nothing else would interfere. I would not allow it.
Was I feeling her desire as well? I had never had my blood in another being before; mostly I had been selfish, unless I made a child. I gave my blood to her, and she lived.
I felt a small surge of ecstasy when she turned her head to the side, inviting me to taste her. I didn't let myself sift deeper into that feeling as I pulled back and my fangs sunk into her smooth flesh. Her soft cry fuelled the need to consume her. I wanted every last drop as her blood hit my tongue.
Never had I wanted someone so bad, or tasted something so good. Never had I wanted to be so careful. I was hyper aware of her fragile state.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, wantonly urging me onward. Oh, if she only knew, my lover. Lover. She would be mine. Dizzying thoughts, thorough possessiveness – this is what she inspired in me. I wasn't sure I liked it. I liked her under me, yielding to me. I did like her needing me.
When she had looked my way during the meeting with Nan Flannagan earlier, I wondered. With my blood in her system – and right now, I felt it pumping fast in her veins – she had dreamt of me. Did she share the same dream?
This is the beginning. Mmm, her exquisite blood. I wondered if I could go back to generic. I wondered if I'd let her go back. It tasted of other, not quite human. A delicacy. Rare. The thought of her returning to Bill, I growled as I devoured her sweet substance. Her hand was in my hair, tugging at it, and my cock twitched. I moved my hips, pushing my erection into her thigh, she squeezed me between her legs. Oh, her body. I wanted to be inside her.
Her heart fluttered rapidly in her chest. I smelled her sex, felt her legs open unconsciously. I pressed myself between them, closer to her. A gulp of her rich, unique blood ran down my throat and I nearly came right there. I lost my mind slightly as I lost myself in Sookie. Frightened, I pulled away, growling at these emotions I had never felt.
Godric had left me this creature. It was the only explanation. She was vulnerable, offering herself to me and I was the demon more than ready to claim. The low rumble in my chest continued as I stared at her full eyes. I saw a drop of blood from my mouth fall in the valley between her breasts. I bucked, wanting to taste her. What was she? Who had sent such a destructive human to disarm me?
Her passion for me was clear, even without my blood in her. My blood in her. I wanted Bill out of her system. I wanted it to just be me. I had never been so possessive of one human before.
Ignoring the depth of these foreign feelings, I put my hand on her knee. Her soft tanned skin. She was warm as I dragged it to her thigh, under her skirt. I felt her panties. My cock jerked painfully. I was aware of her reaction. This wouldn't be good unless she agreed. She swallowed nervously, blinking in surprise, in want, in need. She was just as ready for me, physically, but I had no idea what was going on in her mind and that made it still possible for her to return to him. Bill. I loathed him for possessing any part of her. I wanted to erase him, from this world, from her. I wanted all her thoughts to be of me. Inside her.
I found myself enjoying our kisses, far more than any other. They were fairly innocent, and tame as we felt for one another. I had never been so...slow. I pulled away and stared down at her sex, her panties, white and lacy, innocent in a sense, were in my way. I was practically salivating, wanting to tear into them with my teeth. I glanced at her and she seemed so nervous. I would be sweet. I would be gentle, like she had been with me. She nodded her consent.
Elation filled me. She put her hands on my cheeks begging me for another kiss, her perfect body, lining with mine, I complied. I was terrified at how willing I was to bend to her wishes. I wanted her to have what she wanted. We parted and I pushed the dress over her head. Her hair tie was out, and the smell of her shampoo filled my nose. She smelled of cleanliness, primrose and citrus.
Her virginal under clothes made me all the more eager to part her legs and delve in, show her pleasure that Bill Compton knew nothing about. But not at first. I reached out, impulsively to rip off her bra and to glimpse her breasts, but I thought second, she arched her back to my hovering hand. I rested it under her bra at her side and leaned over to satisfy her with a kiss at first. When our lips touched and she opened her lips, begging for me to move on, I put my hand under her back and unsnapped her bra. She let out a small intake of breath of surprise as her breasts were free for the taking. I growled low as I stared down at her chest, beautiful, heaving before me. My body gravitating toward her, wanting nothing more than to bury myself deep and never look up to anything else. I wanted to worship her perfection, her surrender.
"Eric," her voice broke through my concentration. I was so in awe of her form. I felt as if it had been created for me to explore and conquer. I lightly grazed her breasts and I received just as much pleasure as her shiver. The flicker of the fire bounced off her skin in shadows and light, my fangs throbbed along with my cock to bite and to bury. I leaned forward my mouth right over her nipple. Her breathing hitch and I smirked at her eagerness. My tongue flicked out and touched her breast, I relished in her taste, my eyes rolling back. She couldn't be this perfect. Oh, well, she had that personality, that was otherwise, stubborn, yet loyal...She was trembling with unadulterated want and I was going to give it to her.
Her chest heaved and I watched the way her breasts moved in fascination. This was certainly not the first pair of breasts I'd seen. I'd seen bigger, more beautiful ones, for that I was sure. But hers...I was lost in her presence, her smell, her taste, her feeling – I couldn't go back to anything I had before without her. I needed this, everyday.
She was breathing raggedly. A small gasp and she said, "It's day."
I saw the fear in her eyes, the worry. I would stay up every day to have this moment with her if I had to. "It's you." The wait was over. I crashed my lips with hers. I felt her leg hitch and wrap around my waist, giving me better room to explore down there. Oh fuck. Our tongues met and I moaned into her mouth, delving further into her curious being. I felt hot for the first time in a millennium, pressed up against Sookie, exploring our mutual passion.
I needed to get rid of every piece of clothing dividing us. I reluctantly broke our kiss and sat up, pulling her legs together and slipped off her underwear over her beautiful legs. Her heart was so loud it was all I could hear, and her laboured breaths. She sat up and went for my pants. I was surprised and anxious to watch her disrobe me. Her hands shook as she tried to undo the belt and button. It was so...sweet. If I had a heart, it would be just as loud as hers, I was sure. I urged her to look at me, trapping her in my gaze. I kissed her, reassuringly. She made a noise that went right to my hardness. I pushed off my pants and pushed myself between her legs. I inhaled taking in her smell and mine. I looked at her, seeing her trust, and I entered her.
She let out a short cry. She was so tight. I held back a groan. She had never had someone my size, she was unused to it. I stilled, watching her adjust. I saw her eyes tear up and I was panicked that I hurt her. She nodded and I pulled out. Her hips bucked slightly, wanting me back inside her just as much as I. I buried myself inside her again. I made sure it was easier for her this second entry. I would wait forever for her to be ready for me.
Her legs move up to my hips and she begged me to move inside of her. I put my forearms on either side of her as I moved out and then back in, slow, steady, watching her react to my internal strokes. She was so tight. I was ready to burst after that first entry but I was never one of those men who didn't bring pleasure to the woman first, if not multiple times. I was already undone by Sookie, I wasn't sure I could last long without releasing against her, in her. I didn't want it to be with anyone else. She'd already seen me at my weakest moment – this was becoming another one. She was trembling under me, sweating, perfectly responsive as she came. Her mouth falling open, her eyes shutting tight, she let out a short moan, writhing under me. I kept my head as her muscles contracted around my length. It was difficult not to come, this woman possessed me. I wanted to make her orgasm again and again...I kissed her cheeks exactly like she had me, easing her into me before kissing her lips again.
I didn't stop moving in and out of her. I knew her spot now, and I angled myself to it each time, her short cries every time I did. Her neck stretched and my bloodlust hit me. I brought my lips to her collarbone, desperate to bite to have every bit of her inside me and every bit of me...I kissed up to her jaw then went to her ear and said, before I could think, "Take my blood, Sookie Stackhouse. Take all of me."
I had never been so open with someone. I thrust into her hard, reminding myself and her that I was a vampire, I was a thousand years old and I was not submitting to a human woman. I lost myself for a moment, feeling her tension. I slowed down and flipped us so that she was on top of me. I was reminded of her beauty. She was looking down at me in astonishment and I wanted nothing more than to fuck her until she was delirious and nothing but mine. She steadied herself and I leaned up, wanting to break this distance from her neck, my fangs down, dying to pierce her flesh.
I held her hips on me, worried for a moment that she might leave me. Disgusted in myself for having that thought, I brought my wrist to her mouth. She rocked against me in her own way, my eyes rolled back at having her take control. I was willing to just lie there and have her fuck me in any which way she wanted – whether she was skilled or unskilled, I would give her the time to figure it out. I had forever.
From what I could tell, she was very...new to this. She was a virgin when I met her at Fangtasia. Bill had taken her and hadn't taught her much. Fucking idiot. I should never have allowed it. I bucked into her, grunting. She licked my wrist, playfully, her eyes dark with lust and I nearly came right then. I was becoming impatient, urging her on, fucking her while she played games I was in no mood to participate in.
She bit down. I shouted loud, "Yes!" It was all I could think as her heart stuttered and she pulled at the wound. Holy fuck. My blood moved down her throat and into her system and I knew her better instantly. I never left her eyes as she took more of my blood. I thrust into her, jolting her concentration for a second before she went back to consuming me, in every way. My cock throbbed around her contracting muscles. It was taking every bit of control I had acquired after a thousand years to remain in the present and not lose myself with her. I felt her passion, her intensity for me. "Fuck, Sookie, fuck," I nearly sobbed at these feelings. "This is best, this is right," growled, truer words never spoken. I wound my one arm around her tightly, trying to get closer to her than I already was. This unabridged compulsion was driving me wild.
My wound closed and I immediately threw her onto her back, driving into her, wanting to be back in control. She let out a deep noise that had me seconds from coming harder than ever. Her hands on my back made me shiver and I found her lips, her fingers playing with my hair. She met each of my thrusts and I was in wonder of this young creature.
"This is right," I found myself mumbling against her lips. It was so fucking right.
"Eric," she gasped my name. I wanted to hear her say it every single day. It was glorious. "Please," she begged of me. I used all my power not to come undone at her words. I lifted her leg onto my shoulder, reaching deeper. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. I slowed down, wanting to make this last for as long as possible. She'd have to leave me soon and that tore at me, at my entity. I felt consumed by her. I pushed in slowly letting us both feel every sensation that our joining inspired. She was shaking, her core getting tighter and harder to move through as I grew larger and she threatened release. I stilled, deep inside her, shutting my eyes at her. I felt her fingers, once again, drag over my fangs. This was it. I pulled back and froze us for a second. She let out a cry at my waiting before I slammed in deep, my fangs sinking into her shoulder, her blood on my tongue, filling my mouth. She was wanton as her orgasm hit her and I roared as my own hit me at such a force, an intensity that I thought I must have died for the day. I collapsed on top of her, shuddering as I begrudgingly returned to reality after being in this fantasy with Sookie, where nothing else mattered but us.
"Sookie, my lover, fuck, you're perfect, fuck," I muttered against her, lowly, feverish in my praise. We lay there for a while, calming down after our revelatory moment.
When she said the words, "I have to go," reality crashed and I did not care for it. I pulled out and rolled off her, the feeling of emptiness at no longer having my maker, coming back to me. She looked over at me as the misery hit once again. "I'm sorry."
I stared back at her. This couldn't be. I couldn't waste time relishing in the feelings a human arose in me. I had tasted her and I had lost myself. I couldn't have that. I had spent a millennium being who I was, living toward something. She couldn't be it. Could she?
"I'm sorry too." For so many things.
I was angry by the pain I felt at her leaving me and returning to Bill across the hall. I was desperate to break through the wall and stake him in his peaceful slumber, and claim Sookie as mine. She made me feel better. Nothing else would.
I couldn't be with her. I tasted her, and now I had to move on. He'd left me behind for a reason.
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