Chapter 2
Blaze's POV
"So, what did you girls chat about?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood as Bill came out of Eric's office looking tense and ready to kill.
I didn't have to be a telepath to know that they were talking about me. I knew that there would be consequences for breaking into Fangtastia. I probably should have thought through a plan and acted on that. I probably should have just called Bill and asked him what was wrong. I should have done a lot of things. I was never one to make plans and actually go through them like Sookie. I was always the irresponsible and adorable youngest Stackhouse. Hell, people even thought Jason was more responsible than me most of the time.
"It is none of your concern," he replied curtly, glowering at the wall straight ahead. I rolled my eyes at Bill, blowing him a raspberry in reply. I knew he was just being overprotective like always when I came to me. People always seemed to think I was one that needed coddling and defending at all costs, mostly because of my child like features and 5'2" height. It was slightly amusing at times, but mostly it annoyed me to no end.
"I'm not an idiot, Bill. What's up?" I sighed, propping my elbows up on the cot and setting my head in my palms, making me even more innocent. Bill sighed and shook his head.
"Later. When Sookie wakes, we will talk," Bill said, trying to pacify me. I wasn't buying it. I knew that when Sookie woke up there was going to a big fuss and I would forget. I wanted answers and I wanted them now, not later.
"Fine." I smirked, standing up and walking towards Eric's office. If Bill wouldn't tell me then I was just going to have to go to the source.
I wouldn't let myself admit it but, I also wanted to see Eric again. Even if he was a total ass, there was no denying he was drop dead sexy. I was a very single and very sexually frustrated girl. It wasn't every day you came across that good looking of a man, so sue me for wanting just another little peak at his perfection.
Bill called to me and I waved him off saying I was going to the 'bathroom.' He seemed to believe it, much more concerned with Sookie's health than my human needs. I easily found the back room labeled office and steeled myself for what was to come. I was sure that I would receive a snarky sex laced comment from Eric for my uninvited visit to his office. I debated between knocking or just barging in, finally deciding on the latter. I rapped my knuckles against the door firmly, not waiting for a reply before entering. Eric looked up with an irritation clear in features, which soon transformed into wicked delight.
"Blaze," he purred my name, sending shivers down my spine. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" he hummed, connecting our eyes at the word 'pleasure.' I suppressed the urge to swoon. Now that I wasn't entirely worried about Sookie I could fully appreciate how seductive the blonde vampire really was.
"What did you want with Bill?" I asked, cutting to the chase. There was only so much I could take of Eric before I lost all my confidence and started worshipping the ground that he walked on. I really was too sexually frustrated from this. I should have just waited for Bill to tell me tomorrow. Too bad I realized this a little too late.
"Why don't you ask Bill?" he grinned, propping his feet up on his desk. Strike that last statement. Eric was an ass and I would definitely not be worshipping him anytime soon.
"Would I be in here if I hadn't already asked Bill?" I growled crossing my arms. Eric chuckled in some unknown amusement to me and shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know. Would you?" he murmured, winking at me shamelessly. I took a deep breath through my nose and ground my teeth together. Why couldn't he just answer the damn question? I thought angrily. "You're angry," he noted in amusement.
"No shit," I deadpanned.
"Why don't you sit down?" he offered, gestured to the long leather couch beside his desk.
"Why don't you answer my question?" I countered, smirking slightly.
"Sit down, Blaze," he commanded, slightly irritated now and taking his feet of desk.
"I'm not hearing a word that starts with a 'p' and ends with a 'lease'," I said, staring him down boldly.
"Now," he growled.
"Obviously your literary skills are lacking." I grinned, still refusing to move. Then he was in front of me all over again, so close that our breath mingled together.
"You're so defiant that it's almost endearing," Eric whispered, running a hand along my cheek as his eyes bored into mine.
"You're so arrogant that it's almost sickening," I retorted with a smug smile as a smacked his hand away. Unfortunately for me, his fingers latched onto my wrist in a vise like grip unrelenting to let me go.
"Go sit down, Blaze," he soothed, looking as if he was trying to glamour me once again.
"It seems your listening skills are also lacking," I said referring to earlier in the night.
"As are yours, it seems," he hummed back.
"I'm not moving. I won't be ordered around by you, Eric." I glared back at him with my hands, well hand considering Eric had my other wrist, on my hips.
"Then I'll just move you myself." He grinned and then tugged me towards the couch.
I dug my heels into the ground but I was no match for Eric's superior strength. He finally let go of my wrist when he unceremoniously dumped me on the couch. I huffed angrily and crossed my arms, pouting childishly. Eric, of course, chuckled at my expression. I contemplated standing up again but soon decided that I didn't want to anger Eric any further tonight.
"You really are an asshole, you know," I spat at him.
"That doesn't sound like a very nice way to talk to someone who has all the answers you want," Eric laughed, clearly enjoying the power he held over me. I resisted the urge to make a face in his direction.
"Yeah, well, I want all the money in the world and I still don't have it. I'm starting to realize that we don't always get what we want," I snarled back.
"I want you." He grinned, offhandedly.
"Fascinating," I said with a roll of my eyes. "But, like I said, we don't always get what we want."
"What if I do get everything I want?" Eric smiled, suddenly in my ear.
"Well then," I purred back into his ear, I could feel his smile widen. "You're just a spoiled brat then, aren't you?" I smirked, pushing him away. Eric looked stunned for a moment but, then laughed shaking his head and walking back to his desk at a leisurely pace.
"Are you going to tell me what you said to Bill or not?" I asked, fed up with his aversion to the question.
"I suppose," he mused, twirling a pen in his hand idly. I huffed, annoyed with the game he was playing, which only made him more amused.
"Get to the point," I growled.
"What's the magic word?" he hummed.
"Now," I deadpanned.
"Actually, I'm thinking of a word that starts with a 'p' and ends with a 'lease'," he quoted with a smirk, completely ticking me off. I couldn't take his snarky comments and arrogant attitude anymore. I was either I leave or I try to shove that pen down his throat.
"Fuck off," I spat, stomping towards the door.
I didn't actually think Eric would be as pissed off as he was though. Before I even got to the door he was upon me. He slammed my up against the door of his office, fangs bared. I felt fear lock up my every muscle and I pressed as closely to the wood of the door as I could. He step closer leaving almost no space in between us and I chastised myself heavily mentally for being unable to censor myself better. He bent his head to my neck for the second time tonight and I felt the lightest scrape of his fangs.
"Are you afraid?" he whispered.
"Yes," I replied immediately. There was no use lying about it. I was going to die any second now anyways.
"You angered me," he whispered again.
"I realize that," I replied before I could stop myself.
"Are you sorry?" Eric asked. I was slightly confused as to why he didn't just get it over and kill me but I replied all the same.
"Yes." I gulped, feeling his start to move his head. Instead of plunging his fangs into my neck like I thought he was going to do, he lifted his head and pressed his forehead against mine.
"Say it," he commanded.
"I'm sorry," I whispered back automatically, slightly memorized by eyes. He grinned, leaning back slightly and twirled a piece of my hair in between his fingers lazily.
"So you can follow orders with the proper motivation." He smirked at me. I blanched, unable to believe him.
"You-… Your-… How could you--!" I stuttered, unable to phase how anger and embarrassed he made me. He laughed, replacing the hair he was play with behind my ear.
"You are absolutely adorable when you're flustered like this." He smiled. I blushed in spite of myself and his smiled wider. "And this blush of yours is mouth watering," he purred, rubbing my cheek with the pad of his thumb. I stiffened a bit at his phrasing. He seemed to realize this and move closer. "Does the fact that I find you delicious frighten you, Blaze?" he chuckled.
"It doesn't exactly make me giddy," I said, half answering the question.
"You are mine, Blaze. You'll have to learn how to respect me sooner or later," he murmured, cupping my chin in his hand and tilting my head to look up at him.
"I don't belong to anyone," I replied rebelliously.
"You belong to me," he repeated, a challenge in his eyes.
"Not if I can help it," I replied, wordlessly accepting his challenge.
We stared each other down for what seemed like forever. Neither of us were going to back down, that much was clear. Now it was just a question of who would break first. I silently vowed to not bend to any of Eric's demands. I was determined to be the one to break Eric.
"Bill is looking for you," Eric said, breaking eye contact with me.
"I figured as much," I said, turning to leave. When I reached the doorknob I felt strong arms encircle my waist, preventing me from moving.
"Good night, Blaze," Eric purred in my ear, dropping an unexpected kiss onto my shoulder.
I turned around, giving him a venomous glare and stormed out of the office. I marched back into where Sookie laid, while I tried to ignore the butterflies that that kiss left in my stomach. The nerve of him! I thought angrily. Upon seeing my furious face, Bill didn't question where I had been.
"I hate him," I growled.
"I know," Bill laughed, patting my back soothingly.
Thankfully, there was a cot and a coffin so Bill and I didn't have to sleep on the dirty floor of Fangtastia. The cot was in the back room near Eric's office as was the coffin Bill would sleep in. I stubbornly dragged the cot into the room Sookie was so that I could be with her when she woke up. Of course, Eric insisted that he move it for me. I begrudgingly accepted mainly because I was too tired to pick up anything bigger than toothpick.
"Would you like me to tuck you?" Eric teased. I sent him a annoyed glare.
"I'm great. Thanks," I said sarcastically, climbing into the bed and laying down. I crouched down beside the bed and looked at me expectantly.
"What?" I snarled.
"You forgot to give me a good night kiss." He grinned.
"Really, because I don't remember ever saying that I would," I retorted.
"You know, if you would just do what I tell you we could actually get somewhere," Eric reasoned.
"Again, I don't remember saying I want to go anywhere with you," I replied, turning away from him. He chuckled, leaning over to place another kiss on my shoulder. I decided never to wear a tank top ever again as the flurry of butterflies started to swirl around in my stomach.
"Sweet dreams, Miss Stackhouse." He smirked in my ear.
"Get staked, Mister Northman," I replied, pulling the thin sheet closer to my body. I fell asleep to the sound of that damn beautiful laugh of his.