A/N: I don't know why I continued this story since originally this was a one-shot, but for some reason I couldn't let it go, so this is the result. This is it. I swear. Maybe.
She was unreasonably mad again, the flush of rage tinting her fair flesh until Eric felt his fangs lengthen with hunger of the carnal kind. The blood he took from his new beloved sustained him, even a week later, so he had no need to feed. Instead he watched his bonded pace, and ached as memories of the sensual way their previous fights used to end flickered like shadows on the wall; she hadn't let him touch her in nearly a year now, so he knew the memories would have to sustain him.
"What brings you to me, my love?"
Blond hair whipped behind her as she turned to him. "You...you...brought another into our nest and dare ask me why I'm pissed? How could you Eric?" He sees the tears pressing in her brown eyes, and a small part of him wishes to comfort her, but a larger part is enraged by her dog in the manager attitude.
"You ignore me. Refuse my bed and my fangs. Am I supposed to remain celibate until you've decided to forgive me for whatever transgression I am guilty of now?"
In the beginning, her impertinence and sass had intrigued him, enthralled him, but over the years her hold on him had lessened until he merely felt disgust at her reluctance to accept her place in his heart and life. He had fought countless sups for her, broke sacred rules of his kind, hell, had married her in the most eternal way, yet still, still, she believed he was somehow tricking her and bending her to his will despite ample evidence to the contrary.
He cursed the day she met Bill Compton, sent her down this path of hatred and distrust. He knew his Sookie better than she knew herself, and understood most of her negative emotions were really self-directed, but she was the Queen of Denial, and it was easier to blame him, make him the fall guy because then she could reassure herself she was still a "good" girl, not one who enjoyed the darker aspects of life.
Pam, his cherished child, had once encouraged and enjoyed their union, but now was as resigned to it as he. It was only through her repeated urgings to leave before he committed the gravest of sins (like draining his bonded to her last drop) that he ended up in Seattle, drawn into a small book shop where his honeysuckle and blood wine girl resided.
Sookie recognized the smile on his face, the twist of lips quirked with lust as fangs glinted in the lamplight. A tremor of entwined love and desire slid through her until she felt maddened by the conflicting emotions. How could she love such a monster after everything he'd done to her? He wasn't any better than Bill fucking Compton and it was time he knew exactly how she felt.
"Stop screwing with my mind! You won't be fucking me out of my mood."
Eric's placid demeanor snapped as the thwarted anger and grief he'd bottled up for a year burst forth in a vitriolic uncontrollable flood of words.
"Why would I want to touch that goddamn holy pussy of yours, hmn? If I wanted my dick to be snapped off by something so frigid, I'd fuck a snowbank. Sure, it would take a while for my cock to realize it wasn't you, but that's just the risk I'll have to run."
He blurred around the desk and leaned into Sookie, forcing her to lean back with his larger body. "Do you think it's the blood bond magicking you into screaming out my name as I fuck you so six ways to Sunday? You think I'm tricking you into wanting my cock so badly you're willing to crawl on your hands and knees just to lick it?"
Her eyes widened and the pupils dilated as lust swamped her senses; Eric could smell her readiness, feel it in the way her pelvis canted against him, an unspoken signal she wanted him to take her. It was the first time in a long time she had given him any sign of her desire, and the part of him that loved her madly, deeply, and unconditionally urged him to kiss the hollow of her neck or lick and bite at her nipple in the way she liked.
She was so hot for him, he knew she probably wet her thighs in excitement; it was one of many things she considered shameful and blamed their blood bond for. Apparently wanting her beloved in the most carnal way wasn't "proper."
To her, sex was shameful and dirty, something good girls did because it was expected of them by the bible, but by God they better pretend like hell they didn't enjoy it. It was times like this, when he was tip-toes away from the edge of an emotional abyss, he wondered how she liked fucking Compton, or even worse, her Eric who apparently clung to her and needed her like a fucking babe on the tit.
He hated the version of himself who convinced her to sleep with him, love him, and who ultimately abandoned her, because he, the one who returned, was blamed for the other's defection. She said she accepted the two Erics were of the same mind and body, but he knew she truly didn't believe.
Tricking her into marriage to protect her from Andre was both the most fool-hardy and most brilliant plan he ever had because it saved her, regardless of her accusations of doctoring the situation so it appeared more threatening than it truly was. It absolutely amazed him the depths of her self-delusions and ability to believe whatever crazed notion her disordered mind came up with.
Suddenly tired, just fucking so tired of this emotional bullshit, he shoved himself away from her, and stalked across his office to the door.
"Where...where are you going?" Her voice shook, with repressed pain and lust. Once, not so long ago, the combination would've felt like a stake to the heart, but now he was startled to find himself detached, uncaring of her emotional well-being. "Are you going back to her?"
Eric turned then, allowing the excitement and anticipation he felt at seeing his newest acquisition to fill his face. Sookie had often bemoaned her inability to read his expressions, so he made fucking sure she could understand them now.
"Yes, and I"m going to bend her over the bed and fuck her so hard she'll taste my cock in her mouth. Then once I've fed her, and she me, we'll start all over again. I'll fuck her in so many positions and for so long, she'll be thankful I turned her because if she were a mere human she would expire."
"You're an asshole Eric Northman and I fucking hate you!"
A grim smile slashed across his face as he finally, finally relinquished the last part of him bearing Sookie's brand. "In the immortal words of Rhett Butler, "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn."
The door swung quietly shut behind him as he walked away.