I squirmed around in my bed feeling too hot and too cold all at the same time. Eric kept butting into my thoughts every time I started to get even the least bit relaxed. If it wasn't his smile or eyes, it was his lips and the sound of his voice. He was driving me completely insane and all I wanted to do was go to sleep! So maybe that kiss was amazing and he knew just what to do to turn me on but, then he just up and left. Who does that? I thought angrily, grabbing my covers off the floor and pulling them over my head. Now he was probably on a flight to Texas, sipping on some expensive True Blood, or drinking out of some fangbanger, without a care in the fucking world. What a fucking asshole. I seethed, kicking my covers off.
I pulled off my heavy sweatshirt and switched into a black tank, feeling too hot and jittery to be sitting around anymore. I went over to my nightstand and dug around for the forgotten pack of cigarettes buried deep inside. I had quit smoking about a year and a half ago but, Eric had created so much tension in me that I was definitely in need of a smoke. I opened my tiny bathroom window and slipped out onto the fire escape of the building. The things you do so people don't see you smoking. I pulled my lighter and cigarettes out of the waistband of my shorts and lit my cigarette. I inhaled deeply, at last feeling my body relaxing. I exhaled and grinned at the smoke that curled out of my mouth. I had always loved the way that smoke looked. That was the first reason I had started smoking, because I thought the smoke made you look so bad ass when it came out of your mouth. Needless to say, I was a pretty big dumb ass when I was a teenager. I sat outside smoking slowly and enjoying the early morning air.
In the middle of my cigarette I heard the shrill chime of my phone ringing. In any normal case I would have let it ring. Obviously, when I was sitting out on a fire escape smoking a cigarette in my underwear thinking of a vampire that was arrogant asshole with amazing lip technique my life wasn't a normal case right now. I threw down my cigarette and threw my lighter inside my apartment. I clamored through the tiny window, falling headfirst onto my toilet seat. "Fucking shit!" I cried, clutching my now bleeding forehead, as I ran into my bedroom to grab my phone.
"This had better be good Eric. I just fucked up my forehead to answer this." I spat into the phone, figuring that only Eric would call this early in the morning.
"Scarlet?" Sookie asked. Oh my God. I thought, wide eyed.
"Scarlet, why in the world would Eric Northman be calling you? You didn't give him your number, did you? Scar why would you that a-hole your phone number?" Sookie raged other end of the phone.
"Oh... hey Sook. So...umm..was the flight?" I asked in a vain attempt to avoid her questions.
"Oh no! You are not doing that! You're gonna tell me right now what the heck is going on with you and Eric!" Sookie said using her 'mom' voice.
"Nothing's going on!" I answered back defensively. Except that he kissed me and now I can't stop thinking about it, but that doesn't count. I told myself internally.
"Well then why did you think I was Eric? How did he even get your number? Didn't you learn anything from that last freak you gave your phone number to?" Sookie demanded.
"He stole my phone at the club and put his number in it. I figured he'd call eventually and extremely early in the morning sounded like something that he would do just to annoy me." I answered, being only half truthful. Sookie really didn't have to know all the details of Eric's and my relationship, even though Eric and I didn't even have a relationship and it was more like an acquaintanceship. Yeah, let's go with that.
"Hey, wait! What was wrong with the last guy I gave my number to? He was cute! So what if he called nonstop, that's called caring!" I shouted back. The last guy I gave my number out to was a real big weirdo that didn't stop calling until I had Lafayette tell him I died. Then he wanted to come to my 'funeral'. I wasn't going to agree with Sookie about any of that though, because then she'd know she's right.
"Why was Eric so close to you that he got your phone? You always keep it in your back pocket." Sookie asked next, ignoring my previous question. I could practically hear her eyes squinting suspiciously.
"You saw the way he was grabbing at me when you were there. He was all over me tonight. It could have been anytime." I answered coolly.
"Well if he does end up calling you Scar just don't answer. He is scum and the most disgusting person I've ever met. Delete him from your phone right now." Sookie seethed.
I bit back the retort that was forming in my mouth in favor to hum affirmatively.
"Let me hear you delete him." Sookie demanded.
I pressed a few random buttons on my phone so she would believe I was deleting and then came back on the line. "There all done mom. Should I go clean my room now too?" I asked sarcastically.
When we finally got off the Eric subject, Sookie became more her cheerful self and started to gush about the hotel and how fancy it was. It was vampire friendly, obviously, but they also had fun things for humans to do. She went on to tell me how she planned on going shopping in the morning. She went on and on about the plant life of Texas, or what little she saw of it. When I asked who picked her up she just kind of skimmed over the details which I didn't really care about anyway because I was laying down in bed about to fall asleep. Sookie's constant talking always did make me sleepy.
"Scarlet, are you listening?" Sookie asked rather loudly.
"Huh? Oh yeah, 100 count Egyptian cotton. Real comfy." I yawned.
"Scarlet, if you're going to fall asleep on me you should at least have the courtesy to get of the phone with me!" Sookie giggled.
"Sorry, Sook. I'm wiped." I answered back.
"Alright. Night Scar. Oh! Don't forget that you took my shift at Merlotte's tonight, alright?" Sookie added. I groaned and punched my pillow. I had completely forgotten about that.
"Fuck. What time is it again?" I whined into the phone.
"It starts at 7. Don't be late!" Sookie sighed.
"Alright. Okay. Whatever. Goodnight." I mumbled, ending the call and throwing on my nightstand before she had a chance to reply.
I stuffed my head under my pillow, clenching my eyes closed tightly. I breathed out deeply, finally falling into a light sleep.
Just as I had I fallen to sleep I heard someone knocking on my door. I contemplated ignoring it and falling back to sleep but then soon realized that the knocking wouldn't stop until I answered the door. I sighed and got out of bed, quickly throwing on my blue rope, and when to answer the door. I opened the door and there stood Eric in all his glory.
"Eric what-" I was cut off when his soft lips slammed into mine.
The kiss continued as he backed me into my apartment and pressed me against the wall. Eric's tongue begged for access into my mouth as he licked and bit at my bottom lip. I gasped at the sudden pleasurable pain and his tongue twirled with mine. Everything thing was going so fast I didn't know what was going on, all I knew was that it felt good. Really freaking good.
"Seriously Eric, what are you doing-?" I gasped, unable to finish my sentence as he trailed kisses along my neck.
"You of course, Scarlet." He chuckled, coming up to press his lips back to mine.
He traveled back down the column of my neck once again and I forgot all my questions with each kiss pressed into my skin. His hands grasped my thighs lifting me up and I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, pressing myself fully against his hard body. I grabbed for his face, needing more of his toxic kisses, and pressed my mouth deeply into his. He chuckled slightly against my mouth at my eagerness but I could care less at the moment. All I wanted was more. More kisses, more touching, more Eric. I didn't even notice that we had moved into the bedroom until Eric tossed me down onto the bed, standing over me with a devilish fang bearing smirk. I cocked my eyebrow challengingly at him and he responded immediately by latching our mouths together once again. He moved down my jaw line again stopping at my ear to nip at my earlobe which made my breath hitch causing Eric to smirk.
"For someone who doesn't want to be bitten you sure enjoy me biting you." Eric purred into my ear.
"Who said I didn't want to be bitten?" I breathed back in response. Eric leaned away from me to stare at me fully with an amused look on his face.
"What are you asking me to do to you exactly Scarlet, besides having wild, passionate sex with you?" Eric smirked.
"Bite me Eric, please." I sighed shamelessly. He smiled triumphantly and lunged forward into my neck.
"Eric!" I screamed, bolting into a sitting position and grabbing my neck.
I breathed out a sigh of relief (and disappointment?) when I realized there was no marks or any other tell tale signs that Eric Northman had come back into my house last night and ravaged me after he sunk his fangs into my neck. I was, however, covered in sweat and my bottom lip was bloodied from biting it in my sleep. I huffed angrily, cursing stupid sexy vampires with great lip technique as I headed into the shower to start my day. Though the shower did not clean my mind of Eric, I figure that was a lost cause so I just tried not to dwell on him longer than necessary. When I finished dressing I checked my phone on the nightstand to see there were several texts from Sookie. All of them were reminders of things that she needed me to do today for her before I go to work for her tonight, I wouldn't do any of them really until she was due back the next day and half of them wouldn't get done at all. It was just how I operated and Sookie knew it. I think she just liked to make lists and tell people what to do and when to do them.
I still had a couple of hours until I had to go into work for Sookie so I figured I might as well clean up my apartment so that when Mrs. Winkman comes back I could show her how nice the place looks. After about a half a hour of cleaning however I realized how much I hated cleaning again. I was never a big cleaner to begin with and when I was stressed out or had a lot on my mind like now I would definitely not be in the mood to power through the soap scrum in the bathroom. I flopped on the couch and then sighed standing up again. I figured I would just go into Merlotte's and chill for a while until it was time for my shift. I grabbed one of Sookie's spare uniforms from my closet, stuffed it into my large purse and headed out the door, locking up quickly.
When I got to Merlotte's the bar wasn't very crowded yet seeing as the dinner rush would be coming when I started to work in an hour or so. I walked right into the back of the bar to talk with Terry seeing as Lafayette wasn't going to at work for at least a week. I figured I'd at least make up a back story for him seeing as no one had heard from him in two weeks.
"Hey Terry. Whatcha making?" I asked, peaking over his shoulder. He blushed slightly, not used to people being so close to him.
"Uh... its beef stew, I think." He said, examining the runny, stringy contents of the pot.
"Looks great, Ter." I said encouragingly, patting him on the shoulder and walking away from the stench of the kitchen.
I grimaced as I walked away from the disaster of a meal and made a mental note not to tell anyone to eat the stew. Well, at least anyone who was going to tip me the big bucks. I decided to peruse around the bar to see who else I would talk to until it was time for my shift. I went behind the bar to start to make myself a drink while I waited around for Sam to get out of his office. A few minutes later, the office door slammed and a much frazzled Sam walked out.
"What's eating you Sam?" I asked him as I started to make him a drink as well.
"Lafayette just came back, gives no explanation where he's been and then just takes his job back! I don't what the hell is wrong with him but, he just seems so broken. Fuck. I just wish I knew what happened to him." Sam sighed running a hand through his hair, nodding his thanks at me as I slid his drink down to him.
"Wait, Lafayette's at work today? Are you fucking kidding me?" I screamed.
I slammed down glass roughly and marched back into the smelly kitchen area to find Lafayette, swearing all the way. There Lafayette was standing over that pot of disgusting goop and trying to add as many different spices as possible to make it somewhat edible. How the hell he was standing when just last night he was shot in the leg I had no clue, but I was sure as hell going to find out. Then I was going to kick his ass so hard that he'd be wishing that he would have stayed in bed like he was supposed to.
"Hey Lafayette. How's it going? How's the leg?" I hissed dangerously while grabbing the rag on his head so I could talk into his ear.
"B-Blaze. Shit hooker. J-Just stop, alright. Let me go, please." He begged. I quickly let go of him and stepped away. He sounded genuinely afraid and that was a side I had never seen on Lafayette before.
"Fuck. I'm sorry, Lafayette but, dude what the fuck? Where are you doing here?" I asked, looking at his terrified face.
"Blaze, I don't want to talk about it. I just want to get to fixing the shit that Terry made and forget that anything ever happened." Lafayette said.
"Just tell me how the hell you're walking right now. I know what I saw last night." I demanded.
"Blaze..." Lafayette groaned painfully, shutting his eyes and rubbing the heels of his palms against his eyes. He started to shake slightly and I instantly knew he was crying.
"Lafayette..." I sighed, reaching out to him. He jerked away from my touch and knelt down on the floor, whimpering.
"That's enough Blaze." Terry said, coming up to Lafayette and holding him close. I nodded, feeling like an insensitive asshole and walked out of the kitchen.
Soon it was time of my shift at the bar so I happily threw myself into work so I didn't have to focus on the fact that Lafayette was a wreck and that I was to blame, at least a little bit. The night was full of ignorant hillbilly as always. There was the sporadic sexual comment or innuendos. Then there was son of bitch that decided it would be a great idea to grab my ass. He soon learn that it was a never a good idea to touch me. I ended up having to get Sam to pull me away from the guy after I got into his face and started screaming at him and almost breaking his hand. After that incident all the patrons seemed to remember I wasn't as passive as Sookie when it came to jerks. I don't put up with bullshit from anyone.
Sam ended up having to sling drinks at the bar because Tara decided she didn't want to come to work tonight. That got even angrier. Tara and I never had seen eye to eye. In fact, we hated each other even since we were little kids. I didn't like Tara attitude that life was horrible and everything was just a pain in the ass for her to do. She always that I was a brat and thought everything was just great. Basically anything that I liked she hated and vise versa, with the exception for Sookie of course.
To say that I was extremely happy when I was finally off the clock was an understatement. I had been stressed to the limited and all I wanted to was kick back and have a couple of beers with my coworkers. The bar had settled down considerably seeing as it was nearing the end of the night. I sighed as I leaned against the bar and Sam handed me a beer.
"Rough night eh?" Sam chuckled, winking at me.
"Yeah, had to bust a couple heads but what can you do y'know?" I grinned, sipping my drink.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and I sighed, dreading looking at all the missed texts and calls I probably had from Sookie and Eric. My phone had been going off nonstop earlier in the night but, I was too busy to answer it. Sure enough, I had three missed calls along with three voice mails. Two from Sookie and one from Eric. My text weren't much different, two texts from Eric and three from Sookie. I sighed and decided to read throw them all at once.
The phone calls and texts from Sookie were mainly asking me if I was at work yet or if I was off work yet. Then to call her when I was finished with work so she could talk about her day with me.
The texts from Eric were a bit different. The first one was just casually asking how my day had been without him. The next was asking me why I wasn't answering the first text along with a promise of 'punishment' if I didn't answer soon. The last one had just said to call him immediately. I scoffed at his messaged and quickly deleted before I could second guess myself. Then it came to listen to Eric's voice mail. I was surprisingly nervous to listen to it. I felt like to would be the same as actually seeing him in person and after his texts I didn't know if I wanted to see him in person right now. An angry Eric wasn't something that I wanted to be around that was for sure. I bit my lip as I enter my voice mail and listened to Eric's message.
"Scarlet," he purred and I nearly swooned. "I have been trying to contact you since I have awakened. You are to call me immediately. I don't care who you are with or what you are doing you will call me when you receive this message. I look forward to your call and you begging for forgiveness."
With that smug remark he hung up the phone. I was torn between being turned out by his voice and alpha male attitude and being seriously pissed that he thought I would be begging for anything from him. I was about to head into the bathroom to call Sookie back (and if I was going to be honest with myself Eric too) when suddenly the jukebox starting playing my favorite song. Sookie and Eric could wait. Besides it was just one dance. Right?