Part IX
TARA
The succeeding nights were spent learning the ways of a vampire, as my Sire so eloquently states it. I asked if my 'school' could be the town of Bon Temps and he permitted it. The world to me is so different now; the sounds, colors, scents, it's an adventurous new life with an amazing being, there is just one thing I'm missing…
"Tonight will be our last night in Louisiana for a little while," Godric spoke to me as we dressed for the evening.
"Where are we going?"
"Gaul, or what is known now as France."
"I have to see him before I go."
"I will not command you to stay, but if you go, the possibility of you killing him is expected," He murmured, into my hair squeezing me in a firm embrace, my entire body went lax. I am still fascinated by the effect he has over me. I am still trying to understand the magic behind it.
He had allowed me to stalk Eric every night, for several weeks and each time I saw him, I longed for him even more. Beautiful, sweet, Eric occupied almost all of my waking thoughts. I knew I'd never been able to go on with this existence unless I had closure. Eric deserved that. He'd loved me, cared for me, and was willing to give up his promising future to take care of me. The least I could do was let him know that I'm alive…sort of and I have a friend who needed some company and has plenty of time to put up with me. Most of all, Eric needs to know I appreciated his love and devotion.
"Why do you think I would hurt him?" I gently removed myself from his grasp and sat in the plush red chair. He says he can feel what I feel, so he has to feel my desire for Eric…
"To say the least, you are not fully in control of your urges, your abilities, and that makes you very dangerous to humans."
"I understand that I'm a baby-vampire and I need blood all the time, that doesn't mean I'll go out and attack folks, " I protested, watching him closely to see if his stance on the matter was dissolving, "I proved that to you the first night, all I need to do is get my fill at the club tonight and then I'll be good."
"Beautiful one, I wish that were true. It is not just your primal urges that can trigger your vampiric response," He added with a touch of concern, "But make no mistake, something about a familiar human, especially one of sexual desire triggers an unexpected, unconscious primal urge to kill."
"I haven't killed anyone." I reminded my handsome sire with a confident smile. "Even if Eric smells twice as good as Hoyt, I would bite off my own hands before I lay a fang on him."
"When he sees you, he will notice your physical transformation," He warned.
"I do look pretty spiffy, and that's what I want him to see."
"Is there any way I could persuade you otherwise? He asked softly, betraying a hint of emotion in his otherwise cool façade.
"I don't think so, I won't let this go, not unless you give me something more than the 'baby-vamp can't control herself speech'".
A flicker of annoyance crossed his handsome face and his mouth tightened. He knew that the only way he could keep me from Eric is if he did that magical command keeping me under his rule. I'm lucky because my maker is wise enough to know that forbidding me in that manner would surely make me hate him forever.
"You are most excellent Tara," He answered with a warm smile that made me feel like being covered in a cozy blanket. "That does not change the fact...your kin, companions, and acquaintances all presume you dead or have abandoned them. You see yourself as you always have, to them, they will see the unnatural change."
He cupped my chin with his hand, "The supernatural glow in your skin and eyes, is noticeable by those who have known you before the change. Baby vampires sometimes forget to pretend to breathe. The same goes for your movements, without thinking, you may rapidly move across the room in a blur and frighten the human. You will need to be mindful and remember to display normal humanly functions such as blinking your eyes. When your human touches you, they will notice, your skin is cold to the touch. You have the strength of ten men and sometimes will forget that moving heavy objects are no longer a burden for you. Even your scent is no longer natural, it is a supernatural scent of the earth, and for many years it will be very strong, the signature of a newborn vampire. Although it can be masked with perfume, animals and other supernatural creatures are aware of this and sometimes have a negative reaction to our kind...Lastly, if you cannot lure your human outside or to a public place, you must be invited into the residence…There are some exceptions…"
"You make very good points," I interrupted him, he was overwhelming me, "and now that you've explained all that to me, I promise I will be mindful," I smoothed the mini black dress and shifted in my seat nervously. "Eric will be happy to see me, no matter what state I'm in."
His eyes roamed over my face, desire clear to see and I relished in his attention. I crossed my legs and leaned back in the chair. He sat down next to me and placed his hand on my thigh. I was thankful for my cocoa brown skin, otherwise, I'd be red as a tomato.
"I have no doubt about that, lovely child...Allow me to accompany you on this journey," he asked, his expression completely unguarded.
My cheeks burned, so strange, I wish I was not so attracted to him, so affected by his presence. I know only part of it is the magic, the blood we share, the other part is because, well Godric is sexy ass a vampire.
I placed my hand on top of his as I thought about his proposal. It didn't take long for me to decide. I wanted him near. I didn't think anything would happen, but it's better to err on the side of caution.
"Yes, I'd like you there, but please stay hidden, only come out if you see me breaking the vampire rules or something."
He nodded; a slight smile crossed his lips, "I shall remain in the shadows."
"Thank you," I hugged him and he returned the gesture with a soft kiss on my forehead.
"Shall we go to dinner." He asked.
"Yes please," I nodded, I was so hungry, my fangs almost fell.
At the club, Godric introduced me to a cute Asian chick named Naomi. She's human, so I was surprised she knew that Godric and I are vampires. It all made since when she shared the history of the friendship with me. Nora, Godric's late progeny was made at the tender age of 20 back in the dark ages of the black-plague, she was dying of the illness after caring for the many who were sick. Godric wanted to give her a new life after seeing how giving she was. At the vampire age of 150, she began a devoted relationship with Naomi. He explained that while in Italy, she met a nest of fanatical vampires, they called themselves, The Osiris. Soon after, Nora asked to be released from Godric's decree and she severed all contact with him. She died five years ago in a ritualistic Russian- roulette type of game. Godric said although he had released her, he still felt the moment she met the true death.
Before leaving for our destination, Naomi offered to feed Godric and me for the night. Naomi is my first willing human and I found that experience much more enjoyable. I wished that more humans knew of our existence and would offer themselves.
Finally, it was time. We flew into the night sky and I was certain Godric was leading me towards my former home in Bon Temps. Instead, he took me to the motel at the edge of town.
"He's been searching for you," Godric whispered, making a gesture towards the window of room #4.
I stepped forward and peered through the slice of the curtain. I let out a loud and unnecessary gasp, I couldn't fucking believe it.
Eric.
My senses went into overdrive. causing an automatic reaction, such a bittersweet nostalgia.
The room was practically dark, only the flicker of the television lit the drab room. Eric sat on the bed, his head lowered, his body slouching, with a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand. His duffle bag was on the floor; a pile of flyers with my picture on it littered the desk. He looked vulnerable, miserable - beautifully broken. Without thinking I knocked on the door. He quickly stood from the bed. His curiosity impelled him and, in a few steps, he was at the door.
"Who is it?" He grumbled through the door.
"Look out the window," I instructed Eric and instantly I felt a gust of wind as Godric swooshed away.
I peered at the window expecting to see him peer out at me, instead I heard the door unlock. And then the door opened.
Before he can draw in the air his body needs, I've melted into his form. I can feel his firm torso and the heart that beats within. His hands are folded around my back, drawing me in closer.
How the ground between us is erased I'll never recall, but one moment we are apart and the next we are morphed into a single being. The warmth of his body meets my cold skin, giving me hope like he always did. One of his hand's clasps around my lower back, the other strokes my hair.
In the split second that he is illuminated by the flickering street-lamp his face falls from elation to horror and then to a controlled visage of concern.
"Am I dreaming of you?" He asked me; when I try to speak my voice falters into unintelligible croaks. I want to tell him I love him but I don't think he'll believe me and I'm afraid it will sound hollow. Seconds pass, my brain taking him in, my brain can't formulate a thought, all I can do is focus on all the things I must do in order not to frighten him. I inhale, exhale, and blink my eyes. The hardest part was holding back my tears, my vampire-blood tears. I never want him to see that.
"You're not dreaming," I finally manage to say.
"You look so beautiful Tara," He murmured slowly, taking me in while leading me by the hand into his room. "Everyone else had given up, but I knew you would find your way back."
He was intoxicated, but in this instance, it was a good thing. It's possible I may be able to dodge the hard questions, and he may not notice if I slip up and do something vampire-like.
"Thank you for not giving up on me." I finally reply. I wondered if he thought I somehow survived the crash.
"Don't you ever leave me again, promise me." He replies, his voice low and husky.
I knew I could not promise him that. I felt an urge to do something, to comfort him, but also myself. The next thing I knew, he had slammed his lips to mine and nearly knocked all wind from his lungs. The kiss was hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. After a few moments he needed air; we hovered, quite soundless for so long, simply feeling each other's presence. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, and then he leaned down and kissed me again. I responded, parting my lips and running my tongue over his soft lips. I groaned the scent of his sweet blood was driving me crazy, my fangs ached. All my love for him caused such an amazing response.
"I need you, Eric," I moaned, my stomach pitch, my libido jumps into overdrive. I didn't even realize my fangs drop as I pushed him onto the bed.
Hard. So hard it knocked the wind out of him.
"Tara," He gasped, he was visibly frightened, rendered speechless while piercing me with an unblinking stare. He shook his head in disbelief. His brain desperately scrambling to make sense of it all while temporarily incapacitated.
"Eric, please don't be afraid of me," I said, trying ineffectively to retract my damn fangs.
"I am dreaming," he said. And for a split second his shock was suspended.
I took full advantage of the moment, fixing my gaze onto his stunning blue eyes. Capturing him in the glamor.
"Eric, you are dreaming of me." His fearful expression fades and his heartbeat steadies. He's a blank slate now, my canvas and I can paint any picture I want. A twinge of guilt comes over me but is soon replaced by raw desire. He looks so beautiful sprawled out, wearing a black tank and jeans.
"Dream of me Eric Northman." I chant, unbelieving at how easy it is to influence the thoughts of humans, especially intoxicated ones. I climb on top of his firm body, loving the feeling of his warmth, recalling the night I gave him my virginity. I straddle him, grinding against his crotch, rolling my hips pressing my heated core firmly to his, he moans as his dick becomes hard. I lean forward so our entire bodies are pressed together and I kiss him. Although I was gentle, the kiss remained controlling, fervent and both our bodies reacted. He moaned again, his manhood became impossibly harder, pressing directly onto my sensitive spot causing me to lose all semblance of control. My vision became foggy and then black, I could see nothing, feel nothing, but I could taste. I could taste the sweet buttery taste of blood.
"Tara, you are killing him."
Godric's soft pacifying tone breaks whatever had happened and that's when I realized what he had said; what I had done.
I didn't just bite Eric, I fucking ripped most of his throat out. Blood was everywhere, on him, on me, and the bed. He was gurgling, choking on his own blood.
"What have I done!?" I screamed in horror.
Eric's heartbeat was faint, his eyes fluttered and he shifted in and out of conscientiousness.
"Let him die or turn him?" Godric calmly asked, and waited for my response.
I only had a moment to spare, his heartbeat is becoming weaker by the moment.
"Can't you just heal him?" I cried, my bloody tears soiling the bed even more.
"His injuries are too severe."
"Oh my God! Turn him!" I scream. I know I'm being selfish, unknowing if this is what Eric would want. He could hate me for this, but I love him and don't want to go on without him.
"Take his belongings, he will need a change of clothes," Godric instructed me. I gathered his duffle bag and Godric lifted Eric from the bed over his shoulders.
We flew to the pasture behind our house and I witnessed the most unforgettable sight. Godric fangs appeared between his lips; biting into his wrist, drawing blood. The crimson liquid pooled into Eric's slightly parted mouth as he took his last breath. We dug a new hole in the ground, right next to my birthing spot.
"I command you to bathe and slumber my child."
I threw some dirt over them and I did as I was told. As I lay inside my coffin, I began to worry.
Godric was right…I killed Eric…will Eric hate me for this?
Just at the brim of the morning, I finally fell asleep.
The following night I sprung out of the coffin with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. I threw on my red silk robe and ran out to the backyard, I wanted to be front and center when Godric and Eric rose from the ground. A looming fret crept into me as I was greeted to a big empty hole. Godric rose before me and took Eric with him.
I raced back into the house; I knew just where to look first, the soft flickering light in the crease of the bathroom door was further confirmation. The sight was a delightful surprise. Eric relaxing, eyes closed in the tub that seated me my first night as a vampire. Candles gave the room a soft golden glow. His long body barely fits into the tub, so his feet are propped up at the base. The tablet propped beside him played the song Dreams by The Cranberries. He's humming, tapping his hand on the rim of the tub, with no idea I'm watching him. I didn't think it was possible for Eric to be any more handsome than he already was, but the change has made him even more beautiful.
"Eric," I whispered softly. Praying at the same time he would be happy to see me.
He turned his head slowly, opening his eyes as if waking from a deep sleep. His eyes beam at me softly, a slight smile curled his lips.
"Hi," He said and his smile morphed into a full-blown grin, laced with mischief and delight. I was so relieved; his smile was confirmation that I made the right choice.
"Where's Godric?" I wondered aloud; it was not a second later that I felt my makers presence.
"I departed to retrieve Eric's coffin," He whispered into my ear. Like a lullaby in the wind, whenever he is near me, I feel as if I am in a sanctuary. Godric saunters into the room with a commanding presence, "I also have our dinner for tonight," he held up a wine bottle filled with blood. Fresh and warm, the blood smells like honey-butter biscuits.
Eric and I 'fangs-popped' with excitement causing Godric to burst into laughter, "I never grow bored of seeing that," He chuckled, "Join me for a formal toast upstairs," He requested.
Shyness was never Eric's thing, he quickly stood and removed himself from the tub, giving Godric and I an eyeful. He didn't bother drying himself, instead, he grabbed my little pink robe off the chair. If Eric was no so sexy my robe would look comical on him. We all file into the dining room, Eric and I took a seat while Godric takes some glasses out of the cupboard. He sets a glass in front of me and pours my dinner, and I am flogged again by the sweet smell. He does the same for Eric, and then he pours himself a drink. Instead of using a wine glass, he only has a shot glass. I gaze at my Sire with admiration, I know he does not need as much blood at his age, but I still find his generosity heart-rending.
"This toast is for my new progenies," He announces holding up his shot glass. We mirror his actions. "Tara Thornton, I'd watched you many nights, your beauty captured me, your resilience inspired me. Although your former life was taken away, I am proud that you've allowed me to provide you a new one," He beamed at me for a moment before turning to Eric. "Eric Northman, upon my observations, I was instantly enamored by your aura, loyalty, and devotion to Tara. I was enthralled that your soul told you she still existed. Joining us is destiny."
I watched the two most beautiful men in the world smile at each other. A look of admiration in their eyes and in response my entire body became hot with desire.
"To our family," Godric clinked our glasses together and then we all drank.
The first sip had me tipsy, the blood had me feeling like I was under the influence of alcohol.
"This is fairy blood, quite intoxicating," he said, and I made a mental note to ask more about it late.
At the moment, the giddiness I feel from just the touch of Godric's hand on my shoulder made me feel like putty, the loss of filter and a burning desire to be brutally honest was at the tip of my tongue.
"I want to fuck the hell out of both of you right now." I lick my lips to let them know I mean business.
"Tara," Godric hissed and his fangs emerged causing me to become even wetter than I already was. "I've wanted to hear those words for what seems like an eternity." He moved with lightning speed, breaking the gap between us.
"I'm ready now daddy."
"Tara," Eric rasped, "I never thought I would have this chance again. He purrs into my ear as he eases over behind me, pressing his stiff manhood against my back, "Thank you for coming back for me," Eric's lips press against my neck and it feels like golden fire, my lips parting in a soft sigh.
"Your welcome, baby."
Sandwiched together our cool bodies created instant heat as we pressed and ground each other.
"So soft," Godric murmured while tracing his finger over my lips, "You have such a lovely face and beautiful body, Tara."
I opened my mouth and swiped my tongue over his finger, sucking on it, fire burning in my eyes.
He takes his other hand and threads it through my hair bringing my face to his crushing our lips together.
He moans into my mouth, I allow my hands to explore, they travel from Godric's firm shoulders, reaching behind me to Eric's perfect ass.
Godric takes the moment to shrug off his shirt and I kiss him one more time before turning into Eric's embrace. He instantly captures my lips with his while running his hands up and down my back. I groan, remembering just how amazing Eric is at making love. Godric reaches around rubbing my nipples in the most erotic manner possible and I groan while swaying my ass against his crotch.
Eric unties my robe and Godric removes it. Eric rids himself of his robe, and Godric discards his slacks. Our clothes are now pooled at our feet and I'm standing before two beautiful men, both of them naked. I found the body size difference between the two very sexy. Godric, shorter in stature, his sexy lean muscular form is covered with beautiful blue runic tattoos. Eric, his tall, lean, brawny body is likened to a Greek statue. My cheeks burn as my eyes lower; they are both very hard and equally blessed with plenty.
Both vampires' silver-blue eyes hungrily trail up and down my nude body. Staring back at them in a deep confident gaze, I lean against the table, slightly lifting my leg. Moving in sync, both vampires bend forward, palming, kneading and nibbling on my breast. Stunned with pleasure, my body shudders. I grip Godric's dark mane and Eric's long golden locks, it feels positively electric in response, my core dampens and clenched. I nudge them both and when they remove their hands and mouths from me, I seize the opportunity.
I rushed out of the dining room and into our bedroom below the ground. My two sexy vampires were hot on my heels. The moment I plopped down on the bed; we pick up right where we all left off.
Godric pushes me back into the plush fabric of the bed and starts by placing open-mouthed kisses on my neck, slowly moving to my shoulder and down to my breasts, palming one and nibbling the other. My arms automatically flew to encircle his neck and my hands tangled his hair, pulling him closer.
Eric's fingers trail up the soles of my feet, massaging my legs, before stopping at my thighs to spread them.
I'm moaning and writhing below him as he continues his ministrations down to my stomach, biting gently and sucking the skin. He skipped my aching center and moved to my thighs. Their touching me all over, I'm pleasantly trapped in the biological rhythm of their touches. My body is no longer my own, I'm apart of them and them of me. I flush hotly, my moistened flesh shudders with need. The contact felt absolutely spellbinding.
"Please, Godric," I whimpering in frustration as he assaulted my nipples with his tongue.
My body was shelled with soft kisses and trained erotic caresses. Eric and Godric nibbled and sucked every inch of both my legs and feet, paying special attention to the skin behind my knees and sucking on my toes. Eric made his way up and skipped my throbbing womb instead, he focusses his attention on my arm. They knew I was coming undone.
"Eric, please..." my voice was trembling with desire. I was delirious, unknowing how much more I could take.
My lovers took mercy on me and the room is filled with the sounds of our lovemaking. I've never felt so complete, such warmth in my soul, full of love. If this isn't happiness, I don't know what is, so I'll let it be my own definition, the one I keep with me always.
The End