AN: GAH! Get this chapter away from me, I don't want it! *pushes it out of my mind* I'm sorry it took 2 WEEKS! OMG. I'm such a fail. I don't even - I'm sorry. Work and School and all that stupid stuff got in my way.

I listened to Closer by Kings of Leon and Monster by Lady Gaga throughout this entire chapter - it inspired me, without them, it would not have been written.

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Chapter 14: I Close My Eyes

A drop. It was mostly all that was left of my connection with her. Still that small part was enough for me to be unstoppable. I tore across the state with firm back-up from Russell and his people as soon as the sun was beyond the horizon. We wasted no time. I lead. My obsession was faster than any engine Russell could have provided us with. New Orleans was never so far. I was breaking rules and boundaries, my twenty-five year sentence still in effect. Along the way we were infiltrated by the men Sophie-Anne had set up, suspecting I would pull an escape.

They were quickly dealt with. Her blood was the center and I was the magnetic force going through all barriers, gravity pulling me toward her whether I had a choice or not.

The image of me feeding her my blood once again left me reeling and I moved faster than I could have thought. I landed near the palace before anyone else. I inhaled deeply, and sharpened my hearing. The guards would be easy to get through. With the amount of fury pumping through my dead body, I wasn't so sure I'd need Russell at all, no matter how many guards were on my trail.

I saw an easy entry. It seemed that Sophie-Anne put too much trust in her guard. The holes in this establishment were astonishing for someone of her calibre. Was it on purpose? Was it a trap? I sifted through the noises, trying to determine how many guards were around. Twelve on this side of the palace. I rose up high into the air and landed near the front entrance. Just like I expected, uproar commenced.

There was no way I could go through this undetected. The invasion was a warning to Sophie-Anne and with Russell and his people close behind, I was in no danger of being subjected to the same torture I had six weeks ago.

Her guard was strong, I'd give her that. I elbowed and punched and tore apart the men stupid enough to get close to me. The guards who knew more about me, hung back, circling, looking for an opportune moment.

I felt a smash at the back of my head and whipped out, knocking a man into the water. I grabbed another by the throat and squeezed until his eyes bugged out and with another crash, I was no longer alone.

I tossed the man into the water with his friend and broke through the front door.

Immediately, her closest guard swarmed me, I busted through and rounded on them, shaking them from their self righteous attitude that had wrongly been fed the fevered notion that they could over power me. I made it into the throne room after very little struggle and was attacked by Andre.

The Queen came at me as well. A tag team that was nearly pathetic as her day room. My desire to please and honour had gone right out the window once I had regained my strength over six weeks of seething and worrying over the telepathic waitress who seemingly won my heart.

My dead heart.

If I had a soul, I realized, if one believed in that sort of thing, it had probably taken refuge in her warm, selfless body.

As I glanced passed Sophie-Anne's perfectly tamed red hair, I saw no Sookie. Perhaps she was stashed away from the situation occurring within her palace walls. I tossed the Queen aside and her banshee like screech nearly busted my good old ear drums. I turned to face her, fangs down, my body hunched in a crouch, hardly acknowledging Andre.

"Where is she?" I growled low.

Russell strode into her day room. "Sophie-Anne isn't this quite the pleasant turn of events. My boy, Eric, here, has finally taken to me." His presence drowned out the Queen's rage at being infiltrated.

Her hiss spoke volumes of my betrayal. "You will die, Northman."

"Not if I have anything to do with it. My dear, I've waited too long for Eric to agree. And to think, all I had to do was wait for love." His glance shone slightly and I was reminded of Talbot. I didn't regret it. I was now in the situation that revolved around his vulnerability. It was working in my favour.

I stood up straight, seeing no threat in the Queen of Louisiana. "Where is she?" I repeated. I wasn't waiting anymore.

The Queen said nothing – her raised brow lit a fire inside and I had her by the throat, lifting her off the ground keeping her eyes level with mine, backing up. She smiled, coolly.

"Ah, Eric," Russell sighed. "You're quite the specimen."

"Where. Is. She." I bit out, unable to contain it.

"Look for her," Sophie-Anne spit. I dropped her, her legs unable to catch her and she collapsed on the ground. Her embarrassment didn't stop her from weakly vowing: "You'll be sorry for this, Eric."

I smiled, strained. "I know far more about your infractions than you know about mine, your majesty. We'll see who's sorry. Good luck." I followed the scent that belonged to my obsession. She had just been here.

She had left the palace. I smelled her brother. I reached outside and knew she had climbed over the wall not ten minutes ago.

I was about to pursue when the presence of my grand-sire heightened.

"Oh, Eric, before you leave, we need to discuss a few things." Russell had followed me outside. How could I make pause for his request when I was so near, her essence was drawing me closer. "The Magister will be meeting with us in Jackson. Do be quick with the telepath." I looked over my shoulder at his steady smirk. "I know you'll be thorough." His eyes gazed up my body. "I've heard so much." I nodded. He was my master. For now.

I relinquished, giving him my time. I spoke as evenly as I could muster. My agitation had to be suppressed out of respect. "Let's talk. Should we be with the Queen?"

"Oh no, your child is having fun with her at the moment. Would you steal that from her?"

I smiled at the thought of Pam having time alone with Sophie-Anne. "I would never."

When I was in the air, dragging at the small amount of blood still in her system of mine, I followed. She was farther from me than I would have thought. Her brother must be driving faster than any human law would allow.

I flew fast and was soon looming high above the car that held her. I sped up and dropped in the middle of the road, waiting for her brother to realize he could go no further with her. Sookie.

The car screeched to a halt and I heard their panicked shouts. And just like that. I saw her.

Her blond hair. Her warm face. Her eyes widened at the sight of me. She didn't hesitate. She crawled over the big man in the front seat and was pushing herself out of the car. I didn't breathe. I didn't move. My eyes ran over her form, making sure she was one hundred percent, or else I might have to return to New Orleans and maim the Queen.

Her heart beat invaded my thoughts as I absorbed her closeness. Every inch of my skin was humming, the passion, the obsession was a force that I was unprepared for.

"Hi." Simple. Our re-acquaintance.

Her form was tiny, as if she hadn't eaten much. To be sure, I asked: "Are you alright?"

"Yes." Her intensity, her focus – my eyes ate up all of her. I needed her more than anything. I wanted her more than anything.

I heard her brother, vaguely, call reassuringly for his sister. Her head turned from me to address him and an ache vibrated through my body – I would not have her look away after weeks of nothing. I pulled her to my body; her warmth fed me a joy that was indescribable. Our lips connected and I heard all and saw nothing, touched nothing but Sookie.

My impatience startled her, but she settled in my arms as if her need for contact was just as fierce as mine. She moved from me, temporarily, I vowed. This was far from over. Her sex was dripping, I smelled her desire and I was nearly dying to delve and devour.

Her calm voice asked me if everything was okay. I was unsure of what nature she referred to. Her finger pricked at my fang and I nearly came hard against her. My body was stiff and ready.

I asserted my wish and my craze to be inside her and I shot into the sky with her in my arms. A relaxation was in my body just as much as it was buzzing around her – she made me alive.

Blind, animal need. Down. Ground. She moved in my arms once we were in front of her house and I couldn't think of much else. I let her go, only momentarily, my body raging to keep touching her. It was pounding in my brain, my dead heart and the erection pushing against my jeans. She looked winded and the small flush in her cheeks caused me to growl low. Her eyes widened as she watched me swiftly discard my pants. I moved up to her dishevelled clothing and ripped her shirt clean from her body. She blinked and looked down. Her pants in my way and soon gone. I grabbed her waist and twisted her to the grass, flat on her back with a gasp.

There was a rumbling in my chest that was similar to an engine of a car the way it purred in relief, ecstasy at being reunited with the human who I had willingly given my blood, my heart and hell if there was such thing as a soul she could have that too. She trembled, the green haloing her lightly tanned skin. I hovered over her, tearing off my shirt. Her eyes raked my body as I went closer to her face, my fists heavy in the soft ground.

She wiggled, impatiently and I watched her arms twitch and move from their nervous rest on her stomach.

"No," I rasped. My length felt a thousand pounds and her flawless, smooth skin begged for me to impression my rigged body into her softness. She shivered and put them back onto her stomach. She wanted to cover herself. I moved closer to her face and her lips parted. I inched closer smelling her lips, a thousand scents, a thousand stories – ones I wasn't a part of.

I wanted her drenched in me when this was over. My blood. My smell. My cum. Her breathing was coming in short intakes and her lower body was squirming for attention. Her breasts were rounded and her nipples were pink, begging to be licked and bitten. I opened my mouth and showed her my teeth.

Her tongue escaped her lips and teased herself with a drag of anticipation. My fangs felt longer than normal as I was closer to her body than I had been for six weeks. A ring in my head reminded me that we really didn't have time for this, but it was so brief and so unimportant compared to me ramming into her hard and relentlessly.

I pushed back from her, leaving her upper body in the cold and she winced. My mouth breathed down her neck over her collarbone and I reached her breasts. Close, tingling – I needed their fullness. But I didn't touch. She rotated her hips that were spread by my knees. A slow sweat built at her hairline when I glanced up at her face, clenched and desperate for contact. I pricked my tongue with my fang. Her eyes grew heavy-lidded and her lust was bouncing off her in waves and the small amount of my blood that was still in her system sang with unadulterated need.

My lips were centimetres from her navel as I went lower, more south. I gripped her hips. I heard her teeth grit. I gave her a slow mile, her eyes boring into mine with frustration when I put my mouth against her wet, aching clit. She bucked. I sucked. She jumped when she felt my teeth drag between her lower lips and her moans filled me with absolute delight. I lifted her off the ground, hungrily eating her, sucking, licking, fucking. She writhed, moving against my unyielding mouth.

The beat of her heart drove the rhythm of my pace. She was begging to a God I would never worship and pulling at the grass clenched beneath her. My name tumbled past her lips and my hardness stood taller. My hands were surely bruising her skin as I held her tighter the closer she got and the more she moved in pleasure.

I could feel her clenching around my tongue and I dove into her faster, rubbing her skin, dragging my fangs until she came hard, quivering in my hands. I swallowed all that she offered and lowered her gently onto the grass, which seemed to be the only gentleman thing on my mind for the rest of the night.

My hand lay flat on her stomach and I stroked her skin, my fangs and my instincts shouting to penetrate her skin where it was the smoothest. She reached out and touched me, my eyes automatically finding hers. Her eyes burned with the same desire that was raging inside me.

She shuddered. "This is weird." I watched her seemingly struggle with something she was thinking.

I gripped her thigh and pushed it toward her body. She stilled, watching me, the smell of her lust invading my thoughts temporarily as I breathed in deep, feeling a tremor race down my spine. I was hard and so ready for her. My hand moved to her hair while the other lightly caressed her from her pubic bone up to her ankle, my fingers dancing across her skin. Her throat bobbed and I nearly lost all humanly control I kept with her.

Her leg rested on my shoulder and I brought my mouth to her thigh, making sure she watched me drag my fangs slowly, but hard enough to leave behind red lines. Her eyes widened and her hips bucked as she panted along with my measured scrape.

I watched her struggle to get words out of her mouth until finally she uttered: "Oh, please. Stop. Bite. Eric." I placed my teeth above the ankle, at her softer calf and bit. I held her leg still before it kicked out with her orgasm, my other hand diving between her legs, teasing her below as she rocked wantonly in bliss. Nothing was more beautiful than this. My head throbbed with the instinct to come inside her, but her blood – her glorious, fae blood.

I lapped up her warm, liquid life, some of it seeping down my chin. Hot, invasive, gripping, her blood was exquisite, angelic and rich. I put down her leg and rested it on my hip then lifted her up. Her arms clawed at my shoulders and she was on my lap, her mouth finding mine in a searing kiss that had my lips burning.

I stood to my feet and her legs locked at the small of my back. I walked her up the small porch steps before the idea of opening her door seemed to unbearable. I pushed her against one of the beams and we both made a grunting noise. I realized her back probably didn't want to be slammed into wood – I grinned at her and she grabbed my face back to hers.

She moved against my length and I positioned her on the banister, her heels were digging into the back of my thighs. I growled and tipped her back slightly. She didn't notice as I put myself at her core, teasing her before her nails dug deep into my shoulders. I knew she broke skin with the small pain I felt that only spurred me on, causing my dick to twitch. I pushed in and we both gasped, at her tightness, at my hardness, at how right it felt. Deeper and in a frenzy, every bit of human biology I had left was alive, buzzing, screaming at me to work its will – Sookie.

We reconnected in the night. Her lithe body was wrapped around mine as I retreated and buried myself deep inside of her, my demonic need roaring for more, deeper, faster, harder. The only sound I heard were her cries as I drove into her, wanting nothing more than for her to shatter in my arms. Her blood pumped through my body as I copied it's rhythm into hers, the passion and the climax encasing us in an intense moment of completion.

And yet there were the much more serious, dangerous emotions being exchanged between us. Emotions that were so obvious and so difficult to ignore – ones that had me agonizing over for six weeks, ones that had me pledge my allegiance to a vampire I had been avoiding for a millennia, ones that had me defy my Queen...ones that I was sure I had never felt before her.

She held onto me tightly as her body convulsed from the orgasm. I reached such a peak, everything strained, my head clouded and I felt like the dead organ in my chest seized as I exploded deep, my hips bucking as a white-hot orgasm ripped through my body and I shouted out to the moon. Sookie went limp and I remembered to hold her before she tipped over the railing and into the bushes below.

I hadn't felt this weak – it was a different kind from the silver poisoning, it was nice. I brought her to her front door. We were naked and I couldn't remember where our clothes were.

"I don't have my keys," she mumbled. I set her down and she shivered leaning against the wall. I nodded slightly and jiggled the handle enough that I forced entry. She smiled slightly and closed us inside. It was a new door to go with her new interior. She glanced around vaguely, exhausted. "It's so clean." She touched her new door. I'd have to fix the break. I used the chain to at least have it semi locked for the night.

"Where's your bedroom?" I asked. She blinked and I found myself surprised when she held my hand, much like the night on the roof with Godric. She led me up the stairs and I saw her room. I pictured it much...

Different.

This was old, with flowered wallpaper and didn't seem like the vibrant young woman who was collapsing on the bed out of exhaustion.

As weak as I still felt, I was hungry for more. I felt my length stir and my fangs elongated.

"The night is early Miss Stackhouse."

She turned her head to me, flat on her stomach, a lazy, dreamy smile on her face. "I don't think I could do a lick of anything else but sleep."

She gasped when I was on top of her back, my erection pressed at her entrance. "I'll be a good lover and let you enjoy and not beg you to lick a thing, although, if you decide to participate during..." I entered her and she gasped again. "It is much welcome." I surged out and then went back in, her ragged breathing urging me on.

When I had put the telepath through the ringer, I finally had to put my fangs up and force myself to ease up on her, about an hour before sunset. I fell down next to her pillow and she rolled onto her stomach releasing a groan.

"I don't think I can do that again," she whispered. Her eyes drooped as sleep dragged her away from consciousness.

"Once this is over with, there will be many agains." I found myself smiling at her. When I realized how wistful and unlike me it was, I straightened up and looked from my position on the bed gazing out onto her property. I hadn't been as sharp with surroundings as I should have been.

"Will you tell me what happened when I wake up?" she yawned slowly.

"Whatever you want," I said absently. I saw a dog wander onto her property. I stiffened and took a big inhale and recognized the scent. My mind connected it to that time I met the shifter at Fangtasia and relaxed slightly. I heard the sharp sound and realized somewhere outside my phone was ringing. Pam.

Sookie let out a soft snore and in an instant I was outside prowling her property for our clothes. I gathered them up and headed back to the house, without one last disdainful look at the whining pup. Please.

I was back in the house checking to make sure it was securely locked for the day. I put the phone to my ear and heard a small chuckle from Pam on the other line.

"You don't waste time," her dry voice reached my ears.

"How is everything Pam?"

"Russell is very entertaining. His boys are nice."

"So I've heard."

"So I've heard. It seems some of them are familiar with you and Godric."

"Enough, Pam. Where is the Queen now?"

"She's here in Jackson. The boys are throwing quite the party for her arrival."

"Excellent."

"Russell says the Magister will be with us by nightfall."

"I will be there immediately."

"No sticking it to the telepath. You'll have to wait until later. I won't be waiting for you just so you can get your dick wet."

I smiled slightly. "Such language."

"These boys have a lovely vocabulary. I'm learning so much." We hung up shortly after and I wandered back to the doorway watching Sookie deep in sleep.

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