Chapter 4

A/N: Heyyy! Sorry for the long break… I've been a tad (VERY) stressed with college (UK college btw) that I've just not had the time nor energy to write any chapters, luckily I have plot notes written down and this chapter was planned the day after I wrote and posted the last chapter. ANYWAYS! Enjoy this late as fuck chapta'

Also, I feel like I'm making Sookie very different from how she is in the show but I'm taking more from the books and from my own personal view of how this independent southern woman should be because sometimes her whole "don't talk nasty" but flirts back is sooo boring and I feel like she'd be a more sassy yet sexual powerful 'my coochie my rules' kinda woman in 2021 (this fanfic has no definite year they're in because I CBA to deal with that)

I feel like a whore…

I really just let this man I barely know finger me and then drop me like a hot plate.

I hope he wasn't gonna enquire anymore about that dickface bill because I'm already on my porch…thanks to the club being filled with sweaty bodies it was probably hard to notice me sneak out the staff-only door.

I'm not a whore…yes I might occasionally flirt with some of the young men at work it's to get a bigger tip. As lafayette quotes daily #girlboss.

Anyways…what do I tell gran she thought Bill was a gentleman…as did I…I sight before entering my home. Gran grabs me and hugs me tight the moment I step in the door and I can't stop my emotions. Tears fall at the same time my chest shudders with a sob.

"He hurt me" I cry out. she comforts me and rubs my back as I sob into her shoulder.

After I've calmed down enough to speak, she asks me where I've been for the whole day.

"After I ran away from him I made it into a club where these nice people gave me shelter for the night" I avoid giving details of what Bill did or tried to do and of Eric as it would only mean more questions and a whole bunch of arguing. She thinks that we broke up and it's gonna stay that way…for now.

I leave her in the kitchen, drag myself up the stairs into my bedroom and lock the door behind me.

A ding enters the empty air.

I search through my bag and pull out a random phone. This ain't mine. This is way too expensive. Fuck me. My eyes widen as I read the message on the screen.

Eric: I hope you didn't think I wouldn't notice you running away.

I open the message and text back.

Sookie: I wouldn't call it running away… I'd say it was more of a leaving after getting treated like a side piece.

I laugh out of my nose.

Eric: We didn't even fuck and that's not even important. You were attacked last night and you just left. What if he tries again? Did you even think about that? Or was your ego that hurt?

This bitch. My ego? He should worry more about his stupidly large ego!

Sookie: I made it home and I haven't seen him since. If you're worried about someone's ego it should be yours…anyways I'm keeping the phone…how do you block someone?

I click the phone shut, get up, and head to my dresser.

Grabbing my silk nightgown, I strip off the dress-like oversized shirt and sweatpants.

The phone begins to ring. Knowing who it is, I roll my eyes and pick up.

"Hello?" I answer and put on a dramatic fake sugar-sweet tone.

"Block me?! You're gonna block my number?" his voice is angry and the lack of noise in the back tells me he went somewhere private just to call.

"If you're gonna be rude I'll just put the phone down eric," I say dropping all sweetness from my voice.

"I'm gonna fuckin- no you know what I'm gonna be civil…" he says his tone dropping low but not losing any anger.

"So what did you ring me for? Did I piss you off? Aw," I put the phone on speaker and put it down continuing to get changed.

"Well considering I missed you so much I figured ringing you to ask you about your day would make me less sad " he sarcastically responds. "I obviously was worried for your safety considering less than 24 hours ago a vampire under my district attacked you" he adds seriously.

"I'm fine like I said and my safety is none of your concern, especially not after you used me. I gave you the information you need all you have to do is find him" I say picking up the phone again.

"I can feel your worry…remember the blood? Sookie you were begging for me and now you want nothing to do with me…whos the one being used? You can either tell me where you're currently at or I'll find out myself...I need to know you're safe" his voice now soft yet still demanding.

"I'll send you my address. Don't expect shit from me tho" I end the call and message him my address.

Eric: That wasn't so hard was it. All that arguing just for you to give in at the end.

Sookie: fuck off.

I close the phone and put it on to charge with the power cord I found in my bag along with a note

Enjoy the phone ~ E

I hate him.

Do I?

I don't know.

I curl up on my bed and fall asleep.

A hand twirls my hair from behind me. I roll over to face them and make eye contact with eric.

"Ignoring my messages isn't gonna get rid of me" he smirks. I go to turn back over but he stops me and forces me to lay flat as he climbs on top of me.

his hands holding him up from crushing me completely. His knee pushes my legs open and settles in the space between them.

I stare up at him. "When I said fuck off I meant it eric" I sigh trying to move away from him but he stops me again. "I don't take kindly to being told to fuck off. Your actions tonight, you little brat, has pissed me off" one of his hands grabs my face demanding my attention.

"And?" I responded as my heartbeat thumped in my veins.

"And? And?" his voice now showing clear annoyance. "This attitude of yours has got to go because my self-control is hanging by a thread and I'm this close to ripping those pieces of fabric you call pyjamas off and fucking you till you apologize" his thigh shifts against me over my panties.

I bite my lip. "Bratty girls don't get to feel good" he chuckles deeply, pulling away from me and standing up.

I whine and sit on the edge of my bed facing him. I shiver as the cold air hits my uncovered legs. "I'm not bratty and I don't need you to feel good. There's plenty of men in bon temps who can" I smirk, staring directly into his eyes. Bad idea. His eyes darken. "I'm assuming you'd like to clean their innards off your carpet then? Try it. try to fuck one of these so-called 'men' i don't know what kind of relationships you've been in before but I don't share Sookie. Especially not you. Definitely not you" his hand gently grips my throat. My thighs push together which he obviously notices.

"What about my promise turned you on Sookie? Was it the threat of ripping apart any man who tries to touch you? Or is it the throat grabbing that got you all hot and bothered? Don't tell me it's both" he mocks. my silence answered his questions. I've never felt like this before. I should be scared but his dominance is turning me on. It's indescribable.

I fist my hand in his shirt. "Kiss me" I demand. His hand never leaves my throat as he leans down and our lips meet hungrily. I moan into his mouth as his hand tightens slightly around my throat. He pushes me to lie back and he climbs on top of me again. My hands glide under his shirt and graze his abs before lowing to his belt buckle. "No" he pulls my hands away from his before his lips connect with mine again. Our tongues graze each other leaving no space for breath. I pull away to breathe and pant as his mouth focuses on my neck and the tops of my breasts. He kisses and nips, definitely leaving hickeys. I hope these are dream-only marks or I'm gonna get so many questions. "I want you" I moan. "Only me?" he looks up at me needy and disheveled. "Only you. only you" I repeat myself as his hands push up my silk nightgown. He kisses my thighs leaving hickeys there as well before he rips my panties off and devours my pussy. My back arches and my hands fist in his hair. I let out loud moans as his tongue fucks me until I see stars. I come and he has every last drop of it.

"You taste so divine, lover," he says as he moves back on top of me kissing me one last time before…

I wake up to gran in my doorway with breakfast.

Great.