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Warning: There is more stuff in here that may offend, disgust, etcetera etcetera, but yeah. It's still important. But if you feel you may not be able to handle it, the rape, the blood, the gore, and other such stuff…. Like the obsession I have with kicking doors down.
Don't read the chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Southern Vampire Mysteries or True Blood. Though, if I did…. Well… you know how that shit works out.
Succubi Charm Pt. 2
His View Pt. 4
The feeling of cold that was covering Eric Northman's body was unfamiliar and completely unwelcome. His form was perched, head bowed on his chair and a tru blood in hand. The sound of the two sexual energy vampires in the back talking the only thing in his ears though as he was studying the bond he held with Kylie. He couldn't feel her at all… he had felt a brief moment of panic, fear, and then it was gone in calming still and dark.
What had happened? He slowly rose from his seat, eyes lidded and breathing soft before he turned towards the two who had silenced sensing his disturbance. There was a quiet moment before he rested his hand on the back of the chair.
There was a deep silence, before the banging on the door interrupted it. He immediately looked to the entrance and Hanska opened the door, Sookie stumbled in, her eyes wide and dilated with fear, her chest rising and falling. She smelt delicious…
He moved towards her immediately, getting ready to comfort her before her eyes shot up and made contact with his own. He stopped dead in his tracks as anger flooded from her scent. His hand flexed as she stood up from her crouch.
"Sookie!" Bill Compton followed in behind the woman, stilling and resting his hands on her shoulders. "Sookie what is-"
"Where is she!?" The woman's voice was like that of a stabbing pain to his ears now, shrill, and angry. His eyes narrowed on her and his face grew taut, the Viking in him paused. "Where is Kylie?"
"…." He felt anger bubble into his mind lightly, wondering briefly what the little half blood managed to do now, before at her frantic looking around made something very similar to worry flood through his mind. He had taken the girl into part of his retinue, so Kylie was indeed his property, his follower, and in essence his paid family… he felt a cold chill, for the first time in a long time.
"The newborn threw a fit and went out for a walk about an hour ago. Why?"
Yes, why indeed? He watched panic flood onto her tan face and her eyes look around before she whispered weakly, "She's not… she's not here?"
"No." He felt his lips moving, something was wrong, something was very wrong.
"We need to find her!" He stilled as this rushed through the air and she looked at him with wide pleading eyes, "Please Eric, we need to find her now!"
"She should be fi-"
"SHE IS NOT FINE!" Was the loud angry reply, "SHE IS HURT AND IN TROUBLE AND MAYBE WORSE!"
The silence came back, heavy and as thick as Christmas gravy…
He let what he just heard process through his mind… and slowly looked over at Hanska and Lilith. Lilith's face grave, and immediately darkening while horror came onto the incubus fourth's face.
"She is not fine…" Was the whisper from the woman shaking in front of him. He thought back to the moment of panic he felt, and then frowned… looking at Lilith he then questioned it softly. "Would I still be able to feel her?"
"I've been stopping the reactions to give each of you a break." She replied simply as that scowl remained on her face, "It was the only way I could test her… a link with prey makes the feelings stronger…" He clenched his hand lightly and grabbed his leather jacket immediately moving towards the open window. The Viking in him screaming with anger as well as snarling for the vampire to go get his prize. The vampire with it's property being threatened all to agreed as his body jumped onto the ledge and then out of sight into the air.
For the first time in a while. Eric Northman was going hunting for blood.
There was a pregnant pause in the room before Lilith slowly looked to the left, then as Hanska looked at her, found himself frowning. She smacked him over the back of the head making him shut his eyes. But when he opened them, there was nothing there.
I didn't want to wake up… my body hurt; the duct tape had been moved from my mouth. There was a salty bitter taste that made my stomach hurt. I wanted to throw up… I wasn't bound either. The smell of a cigarette was still in the air as two large muscular arms wrapped around me and a male body curled against my own.
The warmth of it informed me it was human, and did not belong to the only one I thought who might come after me. I could feel his now hard cock against the center of my back and his breathing soft as he held his chin on my shoulder. Tears formed in my eyes as I watched him remove a syringe from my arm and throw it to the side with out much care.
I felt his hand in my hair, petting lightly, "Shhh shh… don't cry baby girl. Daddy's gonna take good care of you…" Daddy, what a pathetic term. I felt my mouth open and my body shake with the fear and pain. A whimper exited me, the succubus afraid but my words came out from the depths of my mind.
"My daddy would rip you apart… you sack of shit." There was a tensing behind me before a hand pulled into my hair. I let out a cry as he pulled me up by my head and stood on his knees. His dark eyes looking at me with almost annoyance and anger before a sharp pain entered into the side of my face. I moved to struggle but my limbs refused to move.
I felt pain rip into my body as his fists tasted it and his curses and insults snarled into my brain. When he was done, he let my form fall to the bed underneath us, I could hear him breathing heavily before he slowly grabbed my leg.
Large hands flipped me onto my stomach and I heard him move, his hand wrapped into my hair and pulled me back up while his arm wrapped around my waist, "Yous made a mistake in insulting me girly." My face says I did to, but boy did it give me a bit of an emotional boost. My eyes shut tightly as I felt something pressing to my opening before a shriek left my open mouth as he thrust up with in me. It hurt… it hurt so much.
My eyes blurred with tears again before his eyes became lidded and my form was forced to lay back against it. My teeth gritted as anger was filling me… I wished my actual father was here… my father that would kill this guy for hurting his daughter. Torture him in the worst possible ways and make him beg for death even…
Daddy….I shut my eyes slowly and felt him move, pain clouding into my mind and my form slumping lightly instead of falling back. His fingers, large, rough, clammy, moving over my body, touching me. I felt one of my teeth crack from the pressure I had in my jaw, my chest had started to rise and fall heavily with each thrust, breath hitching each time my body jerked up.
The burning remained, the pain too vivid in my mind… something was stabbing at my mind making me cry out. My head was shoved back against the man's shoulder as his hand moved up and planted to my forehead. My eyes opened as what ever was trying to get into my mind ripped through the barriers formed over the years. A scream pulled from my lips, fire spilled into my womb and the man stopped.
I let out a sob at the aching pain in my head, but a familiar presence was in my mind. It was filled with urgency and almost anger. My body shook as fear moved through me feeling the man slowly pull from my form and grasp my hips. My eyes shut and something poked against my backside. My eyes snapped open, "…No."
I gained no response but the pain that followed from him entering me anally and the sound of my own shriek.
His form stopped as soon as heat raked through his mind, his fist pumped lightly to keep himself from letting out something close to a feral shriek as he followed her scent through the air, running down alleys and his cold blue eyes narrowed. Nobody treated something of his like that. He didn't even treat his property like that. His fangs had long since extended and though he had to harm her to do it, he now had her back in his mind. Their bond fresh, vivid, and alive, sending every bit of information he needed to know how to find her.
Her feelings were so contorted and mixed, both fearful and angry, agony seeping from her. He wouldn't let her out of his sight again, end of story, she would go everywhere with a fucking escort. His Viking side was firmly stating its demands, and the vampire only concentrated ahead. Leave worrying to the side that was human… but Eric himself did feel a little sense, just beneath his diaphragm that could be called worried. She was hurt, but how hurt? He knew mentally she was going to be fragile…
But what was most important was if she was going to be alive when he got to her. His eyes flicked up around him and he inhaled again. He was getting closer. His eyes lidded as he followed the smell before he finally stood in front of a door. His ears picking up the creaking of springs inside, heavy panting, and the sobbing that he had heard many times before. His hand clenched and he slowly reached up and paused.
He couldn't enter… his eyes flicked up and stared before looking to his left. The succubus beside his side making him narrow his gaze. "…You move fast old hag." There was no response as she grasped the doorknob and twisted only for it to stop… it was locked. His eyes narrowed at her before seeing anger flash in her ancient eyes. Her heeled foot coming and slamming into the door. It fell as though a police battering ram was slamming into an old door with rusted hinges. She walked quickly across the threshold and glanced at him.
"Won't you come in sir?" He nodded quickly and moved forward, he actually breathed softly to try and calm himself before he entered the room, as his footsteps were heavy. He heard snarls and curses before he reached the staircase he could smell Kylie's scent so heavily in and moved down. His foot slammed up into the door in front of him and it shot from the doorway across the room and let his eyes turn to the form lying on the bed.
"Who the fuck are yous!?" A voice snarled, he looked to his left at the large man that was glaring angrily and fiercely at him, drugs and alcohol spilling from him. He didn't move towards him yet, his body moving towards the one shaking on the bed. He lifted a hand and heard the cocking of a gun. His eyes snapped up as his hand made contact with the back of her shoulder. He felt the muscles tense, the relaxant in her making it weak and his eyes moved away as Lilith stepped down the stairs.
"…My my…" There was no sound except for the confused one the man made at the succubi approaching, "You'll make such a nice meal…" He ignored as he began to scream, the woman's choice of punishment apparently to eat him alive. He bypassed the stench in the air and slowly rolled the female onto her back while continuing to take in the damage.
The Viking was seething, the vampire was angry, and Eric in whole?
He was pissed off. He looked up to see the form of the man gone and a very satisfied, now bloated, succubi disappearing into the air no doubt to go digest her meal, his eyes turned back down towards the unconscious form before hearing a sound. Her eyes slowly opened and they made contact with his own. He was surprised to feel such a relief come from her through their bond, for her eyes to shut again and her mind to go into that blank state. He reached down and let his finger move over the bruises that were going through her face before he sat down on the bed and pulled her to him slowly and as gently as he could.
He felt her stir and then reached up to his wrist, biting into it and feeling the blood come from it. He watched the blood drip onto her nude bruised and beaten form and then down her neck and through the valley of her breasts as he pressed his wrist to her mouth.
"Drink." He ordered lightly watching her very closely before feeling her lips slowly move, mouth opening to accept the blood he was giving her. He fought back a groan as she sucked and licked, guzzling before he slowly pulled his wrist away, feeling it start to heel before letting out a low breath. He didn't know how much that would help, but it would at least take care of the physical wounds… he let his eyes glance down towards her thighs were the blood left from her virginity was coated on the inside, and then the bit that had come from taking her in the backside. He shut his eyes and buried his face into her hair.
The Viking demanded revenge now, as there was nothing to take revenge from though it's demand to keep her with him had grown immensely, while the vampire was furious at the state his product had gotten into. For now though it was the Viking he would allow to be in control, as the vampire had no place in this situation except for retribution, and the succubi claimed it.
"Kylie." He breathed lowly, he felt her mind stir at him, "I'm going to move you, it will hurt. Alright?" He didn't know why he asked her permission, the situation was to fragile though so he felt it appropriate. As there was no response of protest, he slowly pulled the smaller form to his chest and rose.
He may not have gotten the man, but he had a feeling she was not kidnapped directly by him. The place where her scent had mixed with a car's and chloroform out on the street had been devoid of him. When the entire situation was resolved with, those stray scents of men he had smelt he would track down.
Then he would drink till he was no longer hungry, and make their bodies disappear off the face of the earth. He felt smug about the prospect of it, as it satisfied both sides before he slowly looked at the limp form. Her brown hair, which had gotten longer since she was brought under his watch was ruffled, crumpled, mussed, and filled partially with the disgusting substance of that man. She smelled of him, and her skin bore the treatment of him. He hissed between his fanged teeth and moved past the giant patch of blood on the floor up the stairs keeping her safely to his chest.
He would have to call Ludwig on this, but as she was back in Louisiana…. Well… who knew. Maybe she wasn't. Doctors would insist on keeping her in a hospital and he couldn't do that at the moment, not with the V in her system and the prospect of it showing them what it could do… he shook his head and headed for the hotel, it was his better bet. He would have Sookie, or that failure of a guardian and mentor, what ever he was, Hanska, clean her. Or he would do it himself…
She remained limp and dead weight in his arms, the only evidence she was alive was the sound of the soft heartbeat in his ears and the rise and fall of her chest. Slowly he cradled her best he could in one arm, and shifted his jacket off one shoulder before following the next and wrapping her best he could in it with out setting her back down. He placed her back in the bridal position she had been and pulled her close before looking up and feeling his feet leave the ground.
Flying would be faster.
A/N: And that's the end of this chapter, it was actually harder to write and I had to wait further into the early morning to do it. As the more sleep deprived I get the more likely I'm to write out this type of stuff. So yeah, the Succubi Charm isn't over yet, I think there will be two more parts. Maybe just one, and then back on the Dallas track. Shock can hold for a while, and then the break down and trauma well... I need the Dallas track to work those kinks out. So yeah! Lemme know what you thought of this one assumin' ya read it, cause I usually don't write this genre. (Well... not this intense anyways.) See ya next time!