Chapter 2 – Basic Instincts

Creativity comes from trust. Trust your instincts.

Rita Mae Brown

Sookie stared at her threatening vampire and he stared right back at her. There was no way she was going to sleep with him tonight. No siree! He still looked at her like he wanted to eat her. Now she was glad she (reluctantly) agreed to fix her hidey-hole.

"I'll show you where you rest," she said and started walking towards her old room. She showed him where his resting place was.

"This is your house?" he asked her because he couldn't fathom living in a house that was falling apart. She just gave him a small nod. "You don't seem scared of Pam," he said, as he was still feeling her fear and she was very afraid of him.

She just gave him a weak smile. "She has always been nice to me," Sookie said, which it was sort of true.

"Why do you have a resting place for a vampire?" he asked. Was she a willing donor? Could he bite her? Would she offer? He licked his lips automatically because she looked scrumptious and his fangs were still down. He had no idea how to retract them, especially not with the wonderful aroma that was exuding from her.

Sookie shivered when she saw him lick his lips "You fixed it so you could stay here," she said, not liking the way he was looking at her like she was a juicy steak. "Don't even think about it, Buddy. If you're hungry, I have more blood in the kitchen," she said in a warning tone, though what could she really do if he decided to eat her, absolutely nothing. Tonight was probably not a good night to start using endearments with him though.

Buddy? Does that means we are friends? I want to bite her and…other strange things. "Why would I want to stay here?" he asked instead of succumbing to his dark desires. She stared at him and her cheeks turned suddenly a rosy color. She seemed to think on what to tell him. Why did I give her my blood? Pam says she gave me hers too. Why can't I bite her again? I'm sure that's what the fangs are for.

"When you come to see me, you stay here sometimes," she said almost in a whisper. He heard her, but there was something else that she didn't want to tell him. At least that's what it seemed to him.

"What do we do when I visit?" he asked with his dark voice. Dear lord, she didn't want to have this conversation with him right now. What was she going to tell him? You bite me all over and fuck me senseless. She was sure he wouldn't like knowing about the romantic things he had done for her.

"We play monopoly," she said, frustrated. Sookie stomped out of the room and Eric followed after her. She was lying and hiding something else, but he couldn't tell what. What is monopoly?

"You know I can tell when you are lying," he said as she put another bottle of the disgusting vile substance in the white box.

"And you also can tell I'm dead tired. I'm hurt, afraid and upset," she said, as more tears fell from her eyes. "I'm sorry that people did this to you, I really am. I promise you no one will harm you here. We will find out a way to fix you, just stop harassing me. I don't need this right now," She said. He nodded.

He agreed because she was feeding him and she was going to keep him safe, that he believed. Whatever relationship he had with this woman, she was being truthful now. He drank the vile stuff and followed after her, paying close attention to everything she was doing. She was locking her house when she noticed she couldn't lock the back door.

"It is not closing," he pointed out. She turned and glared at him. Should he tell her he was the one who broke it?

"You broke it to get in, didn't you?" she asked angrily.

"It was locked," he said, nonchalant.

She began rubbing her forehead. She could fix it tomorrow. She pushed a chair under the lock to keep it closed. She was mad at him, but what else could he do. He must be so confused and she was just being a bitch to him. She walked towards her bedroom with him in tow. She sat on the bed and removed her shoes and the elastic that was holding her hair, as she yawned. She was staring at the floor when she noticed his feet were bare and dirty.

"Oh Eric, I'm sorry. Would you like to clean yourself?" she asked. She pulled him towards her bathroom and turned the water on. She explained to him how to turn off the water once he was done and pointed to each of the bottles to let him know what they were for. Perhaps she should wash him?

He removed his dirty clothes and climbed in the water. Sookie stared at his beautiful frame. He was not embarrassed or concerned that she was still in the room ogling him. Her eyes roamed his colossal body and she licked her lips. Now it was her who was hungry.

Eric suddenly felt a wave of heat assault him. He raised his blond eyebrows at her and another part of his body reacted to the heat, as well. He stared down at himself not knowing what it meant, but his basics instincts told him that this woman would satisfy this new need he had.

Sookie saw what Eric's body was up to and she took that as her cue to leave him alone. She picked up his clothes and put them on top of her washer. He had left a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from his previous visit, but no underwear. She put his clothes on top of the toilet and she began washing her face and her teeth as he showered.

When he was done, he turned the water off and opened the shower curtain. She was no longer in the bathroom. He picked up a towel and dried himself. He wore the clothes she had laid out for him and he noticed they fitted him perfectly, which he found interesting. He spied a couple of bottles with oils inside, but the scent made him curious. He lifted them and then he growled.

"Is something wrong?" She asked from the doorway.

"Why do you have these?" He asked, upset again.

"You gave them to me. You used them on me the other night to give me a massage," she said, puzzled. "You said you created the oils for me, why?" She asked.

"They have my blood," he stated.

"You devious son of a bitch," she said and threw the hairbrush at him. He avoided the flying object. "Now everything makes sense, urghh," she said, frustrated. It was no use yelling at him. He had no idea what he had done to her that night. No wonder she had been so horny that night. She climbed into bed and covered herself. She didn't want to talk to him right at that moment. He sat on the other side of the bed.

"Tomorrow, I want you to show me how we play monopoly," he ordered. 'Oh lord!' she thought and then she giggled. At least now she had a code word for what they did together. Did he not remember how to have sex? That was going to be certainly…entertaining and fun to explore.

She thought it would take her a long time to fall asleep and she wanted to kick him out of her room, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Just as she closed her eyes, she fell asleep. She was completely exhausted.

"Woman?" he called softly. "Sookie," he said and then he heard her small snores. He uncovered her face, not sure she would survive asleep like that. He began to wonder why he would do such things for her. Why did he give her oils with his blood and give her a massage? What kind of massage? He believed vampires were better than humans, so why did he lower himself to please this human? What was so special about her? And what was bonded?

He started to feel something strange, like he was tired when he heard a noise on the windows. Something covered the windows automatically. He inspected them and knew they were to cover the sun.

"It seems I'm not the only devious one here," he said. He removed his clothes and joined the human in bed. She was very warm and smelled delicious. She also smelled like him and his scent also lingered in this bedroom. He held her body against him and he felt her warmth surround him.

"Eric," she moaned and moved her hips against him making his member automatically stand to attention. He had the sneaky suspicion, they didn't play this monopoly. He might not remember, but his body obviously knew her. He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck. Why couldn't he make his fangs retract? He licked the skin on her neck and he felt her vein throbbing. "Bite me," she mumbled sleepily. Eric froze, he wanted to bite her, but he wasn't sure how that worked. What if he hurt her or killed her in the process. No, he couldn't do it, but he was still so hungry.

"Eric, please," the human pleaded. How hard could it be, right? He thought and then he sank his pointy fangs into her vein. A delicious, sweet elixir coated his mouth and he started sucking, groaning at the feeling. The ache in his throat receded, but a new hunger took hold of him and the human started moving against his hips, making this new hunger almost impossible to control. What was she doing to him? He sucked harder at her vein and she started making noises, as he drank from her. He wanted more and more of her.

How was he going to stop? He couldn't find the strength to stop, she tasted delicious. He groaned again, as she sank her nails into his arm. "Eric," she cried out and he felt fear coming from her. Finally, his fangs retracted. He licked her neck where he had bitten her, licking away the few drops that remained.

'She tastes very delicious. I'm not drinking that vile stuff again. I'll drink her sweet blood instead.' Were his last thoughts before dawn took hold of him.

Sookie smiled unconsciously, thinking her lover had given her a love bite, unaware she had actually almost died in his arms.

A\N: I love reviews...please :). I hope you enjoyed this chapter

Again if you haven't read Club Dead, My future lover, I encourage to read it first...As things ended differently in my story and are the basis of this story... XOXO