A/N: Part II of Hung, Drawn & French Quartered

Song: "66" By Afghan Whigs

I've been waiting

Are you waiting?

For my move?

Well, I'm making it…

TARA POV

What a tease. That sexy beast got me all worked up and then stepped outta the shower. Well, he may have said something, but I wasn't listening. Lord help me, my body was ready to receive his gracious plenty. My maker didn't even allow me time to finish myself off. The moment I began rubbing my aching clit, the bastard commanded me to get dressed.

"Tara, move at vampire speed." He was serious and already completely dress.

I looked up at him - and up, and up - and wished him at the bottom of the Red River, spectacular smile, golden hair, and all. As my body moved at near lightning speed, time seemed to slow. It was amazing, being able to propel my body into moving so fast. It was something unimaginable. In less than a minute, I'd slipped on the clothes he had placed on the bed for me. It was an extra-large Fangtasia T-shirt, a pair of small black leggings, ankle socks and a pair of black Uggs.

Besides the club T-shirt, I'm positive I'm wearing Vampire- Barbie's clothes. I'm sure she'll be thrilled.

"Let's go." Six- feet of sin ordered sternly, his intent blue eyes glared at me unwaveringly.

"Well, where the fuck are we going?" I asked indignantly, still a little stunned at the turn of events.

"I'm hungry and you need to be taught how to feed."

"That's just fuckin peachy," I said, with a sweep of one hand to indicate how trifling a matter this was, alas, I had no choice but to follow him.

We walked (vampire speed) to Fangtasia which was less than a mile from Eric's house. He made a call on his cell and I can only assume is a fang-banger and I suppose that will be his meal tonight.

"Can you call ya fang-banger back and tell them to bring me some True Blood?" I realize I got to eat, my stomach is growling and all I can think about is how delicious Sookie tasted and Lafayette smelled pretty good too. I loved to hear those assholes scream in pain as I take a draw outta both of them.

"There are True Bloods on the shelf." He fleetingly gestured his hand in the direction of the bar. I didn't hesitate, I took all twelve bottles, lined them up on the bar, perched my ass on the barstool and went to town on em. As I was finishing my last bottle, I felt big strong hands gently land on my shoulders.

"Are you satisfied, my child."

I felt flush with desire at the nearness of his body. "Well…"I hesitated in answering his question. Some of the True Bloods tasted alright. The best way to describe it was some tasted like a fancy, rich cracker and the others tasted like a bland stale cracker. None of it was filling nor satisfying.

No wonder vampires prefer humans.

"No…" I came clean, even if I didn't admit it, he could feel my disappointment, besides, it's written all over my face.

"And would if there were no True Blood and no willing donors." He slid into the seat next to mine. "What would you do Tara?"

"I…well...SHIT- I don't know, newly fanged and all."

"That is why you must learn to hunt." He grabbed my hand and led me outside to the empty parking lot.

The breeze shifted and I caught a whiff of something delightful.

"What is it, Tara?"

The smell was so appetizing, it smelled like a buffet, freshly baked pies, cobbler, meats, and loaves of bread. I followed my nose, moving at a human pace. Eric was right behind me and as I neared the alley, the scent overwhelmed me. When I caught sight of what captured my senses, I was shocked. It was just an average looking Joe. Dressed in jeans, boots and a black leather jacket, the older man had dark black hair, a scruffy-faced guy. He was tinkering with his old motorcycle. I was perplexed and still very hungry… But, I didn't want to bite this poor dude; no matter how incredible he smelled.

"Glamour him and then feed," Eric whispered to me, his voice heavy and melodic. I realized we were so stealthy, that the guy doesn't even realize death is a few feet away.

I'm about to commit three felonies. For one, I'm already stalking. Two, I'm about to rape him, his mind anyway. And three assault with a deadly weapon; my fangs digging into his neck. I pray for forgiveness and I make my move.

"Hey mister," I call out, the alley is so quiet, my voice echoes between the two buildings.

"Yes Ma'am," I startled him, he jerked his head up and we make eye contact. I lock my eyes onto his.

"What's your name?" I ask, using that sadistic cat voice Blondie uses on me.

"Daniel Joseph Arbuckle."

Wholly –crap! I said - inwardly of course. Yep- he's glamored. No one gives there full name to a stranger. Poor thing, he sounds so dead-pan.

"Come closer, Daniel Joseph Arbuckle," And he does, "closer and lean forward," I command and as gently as I could I bite into his neck.

"Very good Tara, you are a natural."

My vampire-teacher praised me from a few feet away. Jesus help me, this man taste like a T-bone steak and twice- baked potatoes! When Eric touched me again my concentration was shattered and I became a pool of unrequited lust once again.

"Save some for me greedy child."

I watched in awe as he fed on Daniel, he was so gentle, I wanted his mouth on me just like that. After he was done, he nicked his finger with one fang and drew blood, he used his blood to heal our bite marks. Now Daniel can go on his merry way. Eric placed a crisp one hundred dollar bill in the man's jacket pocket. Well, that's awfully nice of him.

"Go home DJ, you've been a great help tonight."

"Goodnight Eric," Daniel said as he shuffled over to his bike and started it.

Wait a minute.

"Argh, Eric! You are such an ass-hat!" I wanted to slap that sexy smirk off his face so bad. "You knew that guy, didn't you?!"

"Yes, DJ is a long-time friend. I gave him instructions and he followed them flawlessly."

"So that was just a test, not a real hunt?"

"It was both. You thought it was real and you acted accordingly. I am pleased."

I smiled at the last part. I felt silly for it, but all I wanted to do was please him.

"Why did he taste so good?" I was curious. He was only my second feed, but he tasted nothing like Sookie.

"All humans have a distinct taste, it is due to a number of reasons, health, diet, genetics, and some will simply taste better than others. All will taste better than that True Blood shit."

I laughed and nodded. "True- True-Blood taste like crap on a cracker!" He chuckled at my evaluation of the vampire beverage.

"Would you like me to call another donor? I know another gentleman who is just as palatable as DJ."

"Nah, I'm good, I've had enough blood and excitement for one night."

"Very well."

We arrived back at the house and he led me down the stairs into a vast, beautifully decorated, fully furnished basement. There was a king-size black-oak bed, covered in a plush black duvet, a massive dresser with matching end tables and more floor length candle pillars than I can count. In the center of the room was three coffins. One was pink, the one in the middle black and the one next to it white.

"The white one is yours now," Eric stared at that coffin, His brow slightly furrowed, it stood out against his pallor skin with amazing clarity. His cerulean eyes seemed bottomless. I guess the bed is for human guest.

"Who's coffin was it?" The way his face shut down, I knew he did not want to talk about it. I knew whoever the coffin belonged to he missed them very much. And then he leaned in a kissed my forehead.

"Goodnight Tara."

Oh hell, there go the butterflies again. I kick off the socks and Uggs, then climb into the coffin. I watch him as he removes his designer shoes and strips down to his black silk boxers. I climb into my pillow soft coffin and after the door whooshed pneumatically shut behind me, everything was eerily quiet.

I slam my eyes shut and try my best to sleep.

Not happening…

Sleep just wouldn't claim me, so I held my fire until I figured he was asleep. It's pathetic really. I feel like R Kelly… my mind is telling me, NO, but my body is telling me YES.

So I crept like a thief in the night, quietly out of the plush white coffin. I had to subdue a gasp when I saw him sleeping, he was naked as the day he was born, curled up slightly, and there was plenty of room for me to slide in next to him.

And so that's what I did.

I slipped off my tights and shirt, then shifted my body up and down, slightly pushing my breasts against his back, firmly at first so just my nipples brushed his skin, the sensation made me moan. I reached over and gripped his waist pulling my pelvis as close as I could. God, help me, I continued to rub myself up and down his rigid body. Without shame, I smelled his hair and the nape of his neck, binding his fresh outdoors scent to my memory. My hands had a mind of their own, roving over his back touching and tracing the outlines of his muscles. I allowed my intrusive hands to trail down farther until I was cupping his sexy little ass. The firmness of his ass was pressing on my already throbbing mound, which was getting wetter by the minute.

My God!

Now I was massaging him as my undeniable lust took over. My body yearned to feel him, my naughty hand moved from his ass to his dick, which was as hard as ever. Goddamn, Eric's dick is huge! My entire body rejoiced as my hand made contact with ten inches of steel.

Was his dick always hard when he slept?

I shifted my body up and down slightly pushing my breasts against his back, firmly at first then lightly my hand pumped up and down his impressive length, soon it began to warm and trickled a little pre-cum. The feeling was even better now, I needed his lubricant to make my motions more smooth and fast.

I extended my free hand between my legs, sliding two fingers inside my heated wet folds, pressing my palm against my aching clit, and then he began to whimper and moan, which threw me over the edge. Eric rocked those hips in time with my hand, which was more than enough to push me way over the edge, pulling me out of reality, leaving me shouting his name and twitching around my fingers.

The struggle was real, attempting to maintain my grip on his fat cock while having that incredible orgasm, but I kept at it. Stroking him frantically, erratically, while I was still coming down from my high, I felt his body tense and listened in pleasure as he grunted my name, filling my hand with his cum.

"Ohhhh-Tara, my seraph…" That sexy voice sang to me. I closed my eyes, imagining his face looking as satisfied as mine.

"Oh Yes, Eric."

"Goodnight…"

And just like that…I was finally able to sleep.