I can't really handle caffeine that well. I had coffee last night with a friend and I was wired pretty bad. I came home and wrote three chapters like a mad woman. I think they are my best yet. Back to Bill's POV. I changed him to 1st person as well. He began speaking to me a little better than he was before. Not too many sex scenes are written from the guy's point of view. Eric has a few, but not too many. I thought I'd let Bill shine a little here.

I do not own any of the characters from Southern Vampire Mysteries. They all belong to Charlaine Harris. Bless her for sharing them with us. Mattie is my very own.

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Chapter 8

"Oh God Bill!"

Mattie's screams were reverberating off the walls. She was lying on the bed with her legs hanging off the side as I knelt between them. I stuck my tongue between her folds and licked a long line all the way up to her nub. I stopped there and sucked her into my mouth. She was so wet for me. I slid two fingers into her and began a slow torturous rhythm while tasting her with my tongue, slowly running my other hand up and down the side of her body. She was moaning loud enough I was sure it could be heard a fair distance from the house through the open window. All the noises were more motivation for me to bring her to her climax.

"Jesus Bill! You are incredible!

"Jesus and God? I didn't realize this was such a religious experience for you."

"Your mouth...... not talking....... working......now!" She panted, practically growling at me. One hand was reaching down running fingers through my hair while she fondled her breasts with the other. I buried my face deeper and continued, more than willing to execute her commands. Her legs started to tense and her whole body went rigid as she released screaming my name again. I crawled up onto the bed and set myself on top of her. Her hands ran down my body and grabbed onto my backside, squeezing.

"Oh Bill, I want you so much. Please, make love to me. I'm begging."

"No need to beg my darling" was all I said before I entered her and began pumping myself in an out.

We rolled over and she straddled me, rocking her hips back and forth. I grabbed her waist to pull her up and down onto me. Her head was bobbing and I could see her eyes rolling back. She was groaning out barely audible words now. I was able to make out "harder" and "faster". I was all too happy to oblige. She was close, but I wasn't going to let her come that easily. I pulled myself up to look her in the eyes and crossed my legs. She wrapped hers around my body, scraping her nails along my back.

I began growling at her "Mattie, dear lord this is wonderful!"

"Now who's....having a religious......experience?" She probably would have laughed also if she was able to breathe. I hugged her close to me, placing kisses along her jaw line up to her mouth. She parted my lips with her tongue and licked across one of my fangs. I tasted blood as I cut into her tongue. She did that on purpose, knowing that it drove me wild. My lust for her blood was intense.

"You need to be careful little girl. You taste too good. I already want more."

"Little girl? I don't think so. Would a little girl do this?" She bit down on my shoulder and drew blood, licking it off and smiling at me. That was more than I could bear and sunk my fangs down into her breast. So sweet and warm, she tastes so wonderful. Her blood and my steady rhythm pumping into her sent me over the edge and I came hard inside her before crashing both of us down onto the pillows.

We laid there in silence holding hands and staring at each other. Her skin, so soft and clear. I loved the color of her eyes. The bright green contrasted so beautifully with her dark red locks. I had never been with a woman with this short of hair, it was not what I was used to. It suited her though, her tough independent spirit and athleticism. Her breathing was beginning to even out now. I thought this was a good time to ask her a few questions. She couldn't possibly get irritated with me after the pleasure I had just given her.

"Downstairs after Eric and Sookie left, you said you didn't want that to happen again? What did you mean?"

"I was afraid you were going to remember that. I have some dirty laundry that I need to air out."

"Seriously, I want to know now. Can't your laundry wait until later?" She doubled over with laughter. I wasn't sure what I had said that was so humorous.

"That's not what I mean. I meant that I have some skeletons in my closet, things in my past that I don't like to talk about. Things that I definitely need to tell you about. I was just waiting until it was absolutely necessary."

She was taking deep breaths and stopped making eye contact with me. What could really be so bad that she wouldn't want to share it with me? I had no idea. She began playing with my fingers, still avoiding looking at me. "It will be alright Mattie. You can tell me anything and I would never judge you." She looked in my eyes and gave me a sad looking smile.

"I have had only one other relationship in my life. I didn't really date through high school. I was kind of an oddball. Awkward looking and brainy, yearbook editor and computer geek. I wasn't very cute."

"I somehow find that very hard to believe. You are so very beautiful to me."

"Thank you baby, but believe me, it wasn't good. I would show you a picture, but I'd probably scare you away after that."

"Highly unlikely." I kissed her forehead and pressed her body into the crook of my arm. She continued her story.

"He was so beautiful. His name was Vincent. He was everything I could have hoped to find in a mate. Except for one very disturbing fact. He was a vampire. I didn't realize it when we first met because I didn't know what I was yet. I was nearly 21, but my parents hadn't told me anything. They were supposed to tell me about my nature when I was 18, but since my mother had given up her calling to marry my father and have me, she hoped I would do the same. One of my aunt's finally took it upon herself to tell me. My mother hasn't spoken to her since."

I could see the pain and sadness in her eyes. It was nearly too much to watch, knowing all too well the loss of the one you love. I tried to comfort her by softly caressing her as she spoke.

"We spent almost 2 years together. He was my best friend, confidant, lover. I tried to hide myself from him. He knew me too well and I wasn't able to keep the secret. I vowed I would never accept it. I loved him far too much to ever risk hurting him. My parents were always accepting of my choice, being it was the one they had preferred. My mother loved Vincent almost as much as she loves me. He played piano, spoke several languages. My mother is a huge history nerd and she would constantly grill him about all the places he had traveled and what years he was there."

She was crying now. Tears streaming down her pained face. I held her close and licked the tears away.

"Eric bothers me because he reminds me of the one and only bounty I ever took. It was a complicated situation my aunt couldn't handle. She was nearly killed and as her next in line, I was tapped to finish the job. It was political and I had no choice. You understand that."

I nodded, "Yes, I do."

"I was assigned to a group of slayers that were charged with taking down a millennial vamp that was hard to find and tough to fight. 6 of us had already been killed trying to take him out. It was too much for me, I wasn't ready and not properly trained. He attacked and violated me, laughing as he bit and raped me. I had broken both of my arms and he was holding me down. I was terrified. Against my wishes, Vincent had followed me there to make sure I was alright. He dove at him and they fought violently. He was much older and too strong for Vincent to hold off. I tried to kick and bite at him, but the pain in my arms was so excruciating I couldn't stand it. I was useless to him. I lost my first love before I was finally able to cut off his attackers head. It was me that dealt the killing blow just after he had staked Vincent. I'm still not sure how I was able to lift my sword. The pain and sadness of watching him flake away turned into rage and I....I killed him. In a way I killed Vincent too. If I wasn't who I am, he would still be here. It was my fault. I've been running away from all of that pain for the last three years."

She was sobbing uncontrollably by now. I cradled her in my arms and rocked her. "Shhhhhh. It wasn't your fault. He loved you. Nothing would have kept him away that night. He died protecting his mate." I knew that I would hold her and reassure her as long as she needed me to. Something in me knew she would never hurt me and I would never dream of harming her. She was mine to protect now.

"It just hits really close to home when I see Eric. He looks just like that murdering, vile creature that stole Vincent from me. He has a stronger smell as well. One of power and age. It's not personal really, although he does get under my skin."

"I know exactly what you mean."

I held her close to me and tucked the sheets around her cold body. She was fighting sleep now.

"Thank you, Bill." She drifted off.

I held her until dawn. As I laid myself down in my resting place, I hoped she would have a better day tomorrow and we could have a better evening than this one had been. One lonely red tear ran down my cheek as I died for the day.