That dog, that stupid dog, was barking again. Seriously, didn't it have anything better to do beside wake her from an amazing sleep? Kyra groaned, pulling the warm furs tighter around her bare shoulders as she fought to keep her eyes from opening; if she opened them than she'd have to admit to being awake. And that simply wasn't fair; she was far too warm and far too comfortable to get up.
"Damn that dog," She snapped, rolling onto her back with a disgruntled huff. Kyra shoved herself up, keeping the furs wrapped around her as she propped herself up against the intricately carved headboard. The fire still burned softly in the stone fireplace, bathing the room in a soft, warm, cozy light. She could hear dinner being served in the hall, the men boasting and laughing about their last raid.
The door to her room swung open and Eric strolled in; his blond hair glittering like spun gold in the muted light. "My beautiful shield maiden has finally awakened." She pouted at him for a moment before laughing, "Unwillingly." Kyra tossed her head back, her curls soaring around her, "I've missed you, my Viking warrior. I don't like going to sleep in this large bed all by myself. I'm very angry that you left me."
"Are you now?" Eric stated, his hands pulling his cloak and clothing off before stalking across the bed towards her. His hand clamped around her ankle, pulling her onto her back. He loomed over her, every inch the Viking warlord that he was. He tore the fur from her clutching hand, her pale skin smooth and silken as he trailed a hand from her throat between her full breasts to rest on her flat stomach. "I promise you by the end, my little beauty, that you will no longer be angry with me."
She smiled at him, her fingers threading through his hair. He growled, his mouth claiming hers with a kiss that was meant to brand the soul. Eric laid siege to her mouth, his tongue sweeping along hers, tasting every corner of her sweet mouth. He pulled back along enough for her to breathe before demanding her lips again.
Her breast filled his palm, her nipple tightening against his callous hand. Eric chuckled, toying with the small bud, pulling a stuttering gasp from her. "You always respond so honestly. Tell me," He turned his attention to her other breast, licking his fingers before rolling it between them. It was just enough to have her arching against him, her pussy convulsing as liquid heat flowed from it "Are you still mad at me?"
Kyra's head kicked back when his mouth closed over the taunt nipple sucking hard. His tongue flickered over it like a wild flame. The heat from the fire raged around her, echoing through her, ripped through her womb and exploded through her body as he sucked at her breast, nipped at her nipple, and tortured her with a pleasure she could not have imagined existed.
"Yes, Eric. I'm still mad at you." He smiled against her flesh, raking his teeth along her ribs before lapping at her navel. "Then, little beauty, I will have to try harder."
He slid down, his broad shoulders pushing her legs apart. He lapped at her smooth skin of her thigh, nipping sharply as he roped an arm over her hips to keep her still. "I have missed you, Kyra." Eric murmured against her core as she groaned his name. He grinned at her, making sure she was watching as his tongue flicked against her clit; she cried out, her hands twisting at the furs. His tongue swiped through her tender flesh as a growl of pleasure tore from his throat as his tongue circled her clit before moving lower to lap at the liquid heat flowing from her body.
Her thighs tightened as the wicked tongue moved over her flesh, his destructive lips sucking her clit between them. He flicked at it with his tongue before moving lower, lifting her, and then driving inside the greedy depths of her body. Her body tightened, arched further as her head fell back, her lips opening as cries tore from her throat as Eric drove his into her clenching depths again.
He drew back, his lips latching onto her clit again, flicking his tongue against in in hard, rough strokes. Her heart beating like thunder in her chest as her lungs sawed for air. Then one hard male finger slid past the soft folds of skin. His mouth suckled her clit faster, his finger pushing inside her, filling her, burning her as he added another. Eric curled his fingers inside of her, his tongue a brutal lashing heat against her clit, driving her higher; bringing her just to the edge but pulling away at the last moment, his blue eyes glittering at her broken wail of distress as he licked his lips. "Tell me, are you still mad?"
"I am going to kill you." Kyra promised, her fingers tugging at his hair. "I will rip your arms from your body if you keep toying with me."
He laughed at her breathy threats, knowing his little spite-fire was capable of carrying them out. His lips moved back to her straining clitoris, he plunged two fingers quickly into the weeping depths of her pussy. She exploded fast, arching and shuddering as her cries filled his ears. He gave her only seconds to peak and begin the gentle slide down before he moved his fingers again, driver her back over the edge before starting again.
Eric slid his brutally aching cock into her as her last climax started, loving the feeling of her core tightening around him. She whimpered, her nails biting into his back, little licks of pain that drove his need higher. "By the end of this night," He said, drawing out only to slam back into her weeping heat, "You will have no doubts who has claimed you, who your mate is. You will never been free of me."
The annoying blare of her alarm clock shot Kyra up in her bed, the sheets nothing but a twisted mess around her legs. She shakily wiped at her brow, groaning at the pleasure that had coiled in the pit of her stomach, the ache between her legs. "Oh for the love of God," she moaned, drawing her knees against her chest. "It's been five freaking days, when is this going to stop? And that jerk knows that I'm having them too, I can hear in his smug little jerky voice every night."
"Baby girl," Momo said, opening her door with a knock. "If you done freaking out about your crazy sex dreams, you're first lesson is in the music room. I told him five minutes."
Kyra flung the covers away with a sigh, running a hand down her face. Momo watched with amusement as his roommate tore into her closest, muttering the entire time. She finally held up a dark flowing purple top and a pair of skinny jeans, "Does this match?"
He nodded, "Yeah, here let me get you a tank top to go underneath it. Or else you'll be giving that vampire of yours a show." She rolled her eyes as she yanked off her pajamas to pull on the jeans and twisting into a black bra. "Why are you laughing?" Kyra snapped, taking the tank top he offered, "Nothing is funny about this."
"Wild hot sex dreams with a vampire? Yeah, there's nothing funny about that. I've never seen anyone get under your skin like this before, Ky. Here, you need a scarf with that." He wrapped a long silver scarf around her neck. "Perfect. I know today is the big day and you asked me to stay out of it, but, if you need me, I'm only a phone call away."
She flopped onto her bed, tugging on a pair of calf high soft leather boots before running a hand through her hair, the curls flying wildly around her shoulders, flowing down her waist. "Mo, we've been over this, the farther you stay away from this the better. I'm going to Fangtasia a few hours before sunset to talk to Eric's progeny, Pam. Everything will be fine, after tonight Eric will be back to his life and mine can get back to normal. Assuming my throat doesn't get ripped out in the process."
"Not funny, Ky." Momo snapped, pinning her with a harsh glare. "Don't even joke about that." Kyra stood, running a hand along his cheek, "I'll be just fine, Mo. Everything will turn out okay. I've got to get to my lesson."
She paused, glancing back at him, "I love you, Momo, you know that, right?" He came forward, pulling her into his arms, "I love you, Kyra, there isn't enough words to describe how much I love you. Stay safe, darling girl. Stay safe for me."
Kyra flashed him a small smile before joining Ethan in the music room. She instantly engaged the boy in witty conversation before having him begin his scales. As hard as she tried, she couldn't keep her mind on the lesson, the shaky notes and broken cords only added to the chaos of her thoughts. As much as she joked about it, she was terrified for tonight, that something would go wrong.
Audrey had promised to call her when they left, which was supposed to be sometime later this afternoon, but she had a feeling that after the long week of partying; they wouldn't be leaving until closer to nightfall. Her cousin knew something was going on between her and Eric, she could hear it in her voice whenever Malcolm wasn't around; it wasn't suspicion or anger but was, instead, extreme fear; as if she knew what their plan was.
Kyra had considered what Malcolm would do once he found Eric gone, a constant nagging concern in the back of her mind. She accidently let her fears slip to Eric a few nights ago but they were quickly dispelled when he savagely vowed that Malcolm wouldn't be given the chance at retaliation. Her vampire's ruthlessly spoken promises should have scared her, but it didn't. Instead, they reassured her; Eric was nothing if not a man of his word.
He seemed to have opened up to her these last few days, their conversations more flowing than before. He didn't offer much about himself, as was his usual, but he would answer her more general questions. Eric's favorite color was blue, preferred reading over watching movies, and liked the rain more than snow. He spoke hesitantly about his past, giving only a few personal details. She learned, after much persistence, that his maker's name was Godric and that he was the Sheriff of the Dallas area and Pam was his only progeny.
Her vampire was a walking history book, making the past come alive for her. Eric told her of the Viking raids, the Wild West, the Third Reich, of all the wars and wonders he had experienced and seen over the last thousand years. He would tolerate her endless questions to a certain point before snapping at her, cursing her and her insatiable curiosity. Kyra had learned to take his abrasive attitude in stride; his abrupt anger did little other than make her smile, which only made him angrier until she offered some kind of apology.
He had inquired about her past as well, and she answered every question he posed; even when they were painful. She couldn't explain it, but she had the strangest desire for him to know everything about her, an urge that she couldn't push aside; so, she told him everything. Her life before the crash, her parents, of her teenage dreams and desires, her passionate love of music, what college had been like, the first time she had met Momo; no topic was off limits. Kyra knew that she would only be the smallest footnote in his life, if he chose to remember her at all, so, she saw no harm in letting him see what her life was like.
Eric had mainly made snide remarks after her answers or stories, commenting on how narrow-minded and simple humans were, oftentimes comparing them to some form of farm animal. And, she supposed, that the day to day lives of humans were boring to someone who had lived through as much history as Eric had; what was a car crash to him when he had seen empires crumble, entire countries wiped out by plague, and the world ravaged by war? He certainly made a knack for making her feel worthless, nothing but a speck of dust on history's mantle.
But, there were also moments, though very few, that he would commend her, gifting her with a few soft spoken words of praise. They were so out of place with his rough nature that she never commented on them but those few words meant more to her than they should have; making her feel as if she actually meant something to the vampire. Which was a completely ridiculous notion, she knew that she didn't mean anything to Eric nor should she. Nonetheless, she was unable to contain her feelings: she wanted to mean something to him; she wanted him to remember her.
God, she was such a child at times.
Kyra shook her head, clearing her mind of the idiotic direction it was taking; focusing again on Ethan as he plucked his tiny guitar. She had always been too practical to be a dreamer, too busy to waste time on wishful scenarios. And she wouldn't allow herself to start now just because Eric Northman had strolled into her life.
It was nearly seven when Kyra finally reached Fangtasia, the normally packed parking lot devoid of life. She stood motionless for a few moments as the cab drove off. Eric had informed her that Pam was able to rise about an hour before the sunset and the bar would be the best place to find her and even if she wasn't there a human worker named Ginger would know how to get ahold of her.
Steeling herself for the worse, Kyra slowly made her way towards the entry way, chewing softly on her lower lip. She let out a small curse when she rammed into a pole holding up the black awning, viciously rubbing at her shoulder as she finally located the door. She pounded against the wood, hoping the soft, buttoned material just didn't absorb the noise.
The door swung open so suddenly that Kyra had to yank herself back. "Can I help you?" A female asked, "The bar is closed for the time being and even if it wasn't, with this being a vampire bar and all, we don't open until after dark."
"I'm looking for Pam." Kyra quickly stated, grabbing ahold of the thick door as the woman tried to close it. "Pam doesn't want to see anyone right now." The woman said, glancing over her shoulder. "She's not in a very good mood right now."
Kyra exhaled darkly before simply pushing passed the tiny woman into the bar, nearly knocking the skinny thing over. "I'm sorry but I really don't have time for this." She crossed her arms and leveled the woman with a harsh look, "Go and find Pam. Believe me, she'll want to talk to me." The woman scampered off as quickly as her heels would allow.
Kyra could hear raised voices coming from the direction that the woman that fled in, the words muffled but she was able to pick up the desperation and anger that accompanied them:
"You've been here for two days and you haven't been able to find out anything." A woman snapped, a slight accent coloring her words. "What the hell good are your stupid mind reading powers if you can't do anything with them?" A man answered her, his drawl heavy. "That isn't fair, Pam. Sookie has done everything she is able-"
"Which is shit," Pam snarled, "She's done shit! What the hell do you want, Ginger? A closed door usually fucking means not to enter."
The woman stammered, her voice high with panic, "I'm sorry, Pam, but this girl forced her way in and she won't leave until you talk to her."
"I don't have fucking time to deal with some whore looking for work-" Pam started but Kyra cut her off, "I have information about Eric." She felt silly yelling across the building but it seemed to be the only way that she was going to be able to talk to Pam.
But talking, it would seem, wasn't what Pam had in mind. Not even a second after Kyra called out, a slim hand curled around her throat, her neck used to hold her body from the ground. "You have exactly ten seconds to tell me where Eric is before I rip your throat open. And believe me; I'm going to be pissed if I get blood on my new Jimmy Choo heels."
"Pam," A sweet southern voice said, "She can't tell you anything if she can't breathe." Pam gave her a shake, her body snapping like a flag. Firework bursts of color exploded in Kyra's eyes as she clawed at the slender fingers biting into her flesh, her lungs screaming as alarms sounded in her head. "Stay out of this, Sookie."
The man tried, his hand clamping around Pam's wrist, forcing it down a few inches so the tips of Kyra's boots scraped at the floor. "If she's dead she can't tell us where Eric is. Let her go, Pam." With an extremely disgusted noise Pam dropped her, Kyra's legs crumpling as she gasped for air.
She coughed; feeling as if her chest was filled with battery acid. Kyra wasn't certain she was able to speak but she trained anyways, pushing herself onto her knees, "Drainers," Oh, God, was that her voice? She sounded like she had just French kissed a blowtorch
Large gentle hands suddenly pulled her up, settling her into a chair, thrusting a glass of water into her hand. "Drink this." The man order, "And then start over." Kyra glanced warily in his direction but did as he commanded, the water extinguishing the fire in her throat.
"Eric was captured by drainers." Kyra started but was cut off when Pam fisted a hand in her hair, snapping her head back, "You're a drainer?"
"No, God, no," She stated, "My cousin got mixed up with this guy back in high school. I only found out because I went over to his house to find her. I would never do anything like that." Pam shoved her back, her head nearly hitting the table. Kyra swallowed hard, wetting her lips before shakily continuing, "I lied to them so they wouldn't kill him, sneaking him True Blood so he wouldn't die. I've been taking care of him for the last few days. They just left for Dallas so they could sell his blood there, they won't be back for a while. Now is the only chance we'll have at getting him out of there."
"Is she telling the truth?" Pam asked Sookie, who was silent for a moment before nodding. "Why didn't you just bring him here at nightfall?"
Kyra said, "There is no way that I could lift him. I've been giving him True Blood but he's still really weak. Besides, I can't drive."
"Why?" The man asked. She sent him a dark look, "Does that really matter right now? Look, I need help. I can free him easily enough but there is no way that I can get him here without him killing someone or us getting caught. So, are you going to help me or not?"
Pam looked down at her, "And if I was to say no?" Kyra glared at her, her eyes narrowing in disgust, "I would say that you're a cold heart fucking bitch and that Eric should have never changed you and then I would find another way to get him out of there. Let me make this perfectly clear: I will free him tonight, with your help or not. This God damn nightmare will end tonight. No one deserves the things that were done to him, and, I will do whatever it takes to end it. Now, can we cut this alpha bitch nonsense? I can tell how worried you are about him."
"What's the address?" Pam asked, a small smile tugging at her lips at the fiery little redhead's bravado.
Kyra ran a hand down her face as she made her way to Malcolm's door, wincing when her fingers brushed then tender flesh of her throat. She could practically feel the bruises forming and she adjusted her scarf so they were hidden.
She glanced towards the sky, feeling the sun start to sink, the air growing slightly cooler. Pam and the others would be here soon and she wanted to make sure that Eric was free of the silver before they came. Pam had been quiet agreeable once she had dropped the tough-girl act. It had been Sookie that caused the most drama, insisting that she and Bill, the man with the heavy drawl, came along to help. Pam had finally conceded with a few vicious and colorful names for the headstrong belle.
Kyra rolled her eyes at the thought of Sookie. There was something about that girl that just didn't sit right with her, something that felt fake or maybe forced; there was just something. She was torn from her thoughts once she had pushed the door open. The smell of blood slammed into her as if she had walked into a physical wall; the whole house reeked of it.
Eric! Oh, God, Malcolm must have staked him before leaving.