Chapter 8
Good To You
"Hello?" I said, trying to make my voice said sexy. It just ended up sounded like a panting dog instead.
"Scarlet, you little tease." He purred into the phone. I shivered with delight, sinking deeper into my covers.
"Um...what do you mean?" I asked innocently.
"Nothing? Really now?" He hummed. I could almost picture him with his eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face. The image made me swallow again and begin to squirm in the sheets.
"Yeah...it's...uh..really hot." I stuttered.
"I suppose it is." He mused. "Would you like me to make it hotter?" He growled into the phone. My toes curled at the sound and I sighed softly.
"Yes." I breathed.
"Do you ache for me, little one?" Eric asked hotly.
"Oh yeah." I sighed again.
"Do you want me to help relieve some of that?" Eric questioned again.
"Yes Eric! Just hurry up, I'm dying over here!" I growled in irritation.
"First, I would like to know why my little human is suddenly being so...willing to give into her desires." Eric said with an audible smirk. He was really enjoying making me miserable.
"I don't know Eric. I just am, alright? So let's do this, okay?" I spat back, getting really pissed off at him. I didn't see why he even cared in the first place. Most guys would be more than happy to have phone sex, no questions asked.
"Have you been drinking, Scarlet?" Eric asked, seriously.
"What? No! Why would I have been drinking?" I lied, pretending to laugh at the absurdity of the question.
"I do not appreciate being lied to, Scarlet. Tell me the truth." Eric demanded.
"Okay, maybe I had one or two," -or ten I thought inwardly. "-drinks, but that's it! I don't see why that matters anyway. It's not like I'm asking you to bang me in person, just...over the phone." I finished, completely frustrated with Eric.
"Scarlet, when I bed you, be in over the phone or in person, I will have you completely coherent and sober. No exceptions." Eric said sternly. I growled in frustration and nearly threw the phone. Of course the one time that I actually want to do something with Eric he doesn't want to! Fucking perfect!
"You know Eric, there are a lot of guys out there that want to be in your place right now! Hell, I almost fucked someone tonight! The only problem was he couldn't get my fucking sister out of his head and I could keep your stupid face out of mine. You're all the fucking same! All of the guys that I'm ever even remotely interested in just want fucking Sookie! That's probably the reason you won't have phone sex with me right now isn't it? You've got Sookie there so what's the use of me being around? Ha! Don't ever fucking call me again, alright? I'm over it. I'm fucking over you. I'm over this whole...whatever it is I thought we had! This was a mistake in the first place to even think about talking to you. Good fucking bye Northman!" I yelled into the phone, nearing the point of hysterics.
I hung up quickly and threw the phone across the room. Stupid vampires. Stupid guys. Stupid hormones. Stupid Scarlet! Why did I always screw everything up! I sighed loudly and contemplated researching convent locations in the Louisiana area. Instead I decided to take a heavy dose of cough medicine and pass out. It probably wasn't exactly the safest thing to do in my current intoxicated state but, at this point I couldn't care. Eric was never going to talk to me again after that fiasco and I didn't really blame him. He was probably just looking for a good time not a long time with me and I decided to dump all my baggage on him. If that didn't scream 'train wreck' I don't know what did.
I woke up to the nastiest headache I had to date. I groaned at the light that was coming in through the bathroom but, I was too weak and tired to get up. I covered my head in a blanket to try and block out the offending light. It was way too early to deal with this bad of a hangover coupled with the fact that I was an emotional wreck, today was not a day to move from my bed. I slept like the dead for hours. I vaguely remember my phone had rung multiple times but, I couldn't find the energy anywhere in my body to even think of finding my phone to answer it. I was officially a hot mess and it felt fucking terrible.
I finally decided to at least shower before going back to the misery of my bed at around six that evening. While I was walking to the bathroom I found my phone laying next to the doorway. I flipped it open and I had 17 missed calls. All from Eric and Sookie, mostly Eric. I had a sneaking suspicion that the times that Sookie had called it was actually Eric using her phone. I knew Sookie wasn't going to call me voluntarily after how I acted toward her the night before. I sighed, closing my phone and putting it on the charger as I went to shower.
In the shower I just stood there and let the water pour over me. It was like I was in a trance. I stared at my body wash and shampoo with distaste. I looked so damn far away when actually they were only an arm's length away. In the end I decided that I couldn't even bother to go through the trouble of actually reaching for them and turned the water off. Then came another issue. Drying off. I sighed, standing in the shower, letting the water drip off of my body. Another case of reaching. I opened the shower door and looked towards the closet that held my towels.
"Fuck it." I muttered, shuffling past the closet and flopped on my bed, wet and naked.
"Ugh. Why am I such a mess?" I whined into the sheets. I sighed again, and crawled under my covers with a pout.
The shrill sound of my phone ringing had momentarily pulled me out of my pouty mood and into an extreme headache. I groaned and grabbed my phone with the intent to throw it. I stopped and stared at Eric's name on my caller ID instead. To be honest I was a little shocked to see that he had called me at all after what I said last night. I figured he just wanted to yell at me now. I waited a little while longer until I finally picked up the phone and the last ring.
"...Hi." I swallowed thickly, suddenly incredulously nervous to talk to Eric.
"Hello, Scarlet." He murmured.
"What's... going on?" I asked, awkwardly. I was so completely embarrassed by this whole situation.
"Do you want to explain your behavior from last night to me?" Eric asked.
"No, not really." I answered instantly. I was already wallowing in self pity and a variety of other emotions. I wasn't about to bring all that up and have another freak out on Eric again.
"Well, I would like an explanation. I don't appreciate my human telling me that she was almost bedded last night, screaming at me for not having phone sex, and then telling me that I would rather have her sister. If this is just what happens when you have been drinking Scarlett, I'm going have to remove you from that environment." Eric replied.
I sighed, rubbing my tired eyes in annoyance. "Eric, I don't know what you want me to tell you. I'm a fucking mess. That's about it. Yeah, I was going to bang Sam Merlotte last night. There you go. As for screaming at you about phone sex, I was sexual frustration and drunk. I don't know what else to tell you." I laughed pathetically. God, I was such an idiot. I didn't even know why Eric wanted an explanation. It's not like he actually wanted to be with me after what I had said to him last night.
"I was actually wanting to hear more about this whole issue with your sister." Eric said after a minute.
"What about Sookie?" I answered in confusion.
"You told me that everyone you seem to be attracted to wants Sookie. I highly doubt that." Eric answered without missing a beat.
"You can doubt it all you want, Eric. It's the truth." I deadpanned.
"You can't honestly believe that. Have you seen the way others look at you?" Eric responded almost angrily. His reaction made me pause an bit before answering.
"Yeah, and I see the way they look at Sookie too. It's obvious who everyone is more interested in."
"Sookie is a beautiful woman, there is no doubt about that." Eric started.
"Thanks a lot, asshole." I spat.
"But you are... different. Sookie is the consequential all-American sweetheart. Boring. You, my dear, are dark and provocative. It's intimating, I suppose, to some mortals. I quite enjoy that about you." Eric's voice turned silky when he described me. I had to bite my lip to keep from sighing. I wasn't really buying Eric's story though. I knew guys like Eric. They were smooth talkers that could weasel their way back into your good graces in a second if you weren't careful.
"If I'm so different, then why did you refuse me last night?" I asked with a smirk. Gotcha there don't I, Eric? I thought triumphantly.
"As I told you last night Scarlet, I want you completely sober and coherent. I want you to remember every little detail of everything I do to you. Then when I am away you can think about all those little details every second of your day until you are driven mad with lust and come crawling back to me." Eric's voice was like hot cider. I couldn't help the little gasp that escaped my mouth.
"O-Oh. That's... uh... that's a good reason I guess." I stammered, completely flustered by his statement. Eric chuckled softly sending shivers down my spine.
"However, assuming you haven't had anything to drink yet this evening, we can pick up where we left off last night." Eric murmured seductively.
"Sorry Eric but, that's the only time that you heard me begging for you to do anything to me is when I am completely wasted." I replied back, feeling a little like I was lying.
"I suppose we will see, darling." Eric answered, the acceptance of my unconscious challenge ringing in his voice.
Great, I thought. Now I have a completely gorgeous sex god vampire determined to bang me into next week, which wouldn't be horrible at all if he didn't want to bang every other person on the planet and wasn't a huge asshole. I sighed restlessly and shook my head at Eric's comment.
"Well, umm.. I guess since I should probably thank you for not making fun of my drunken rant last night." I said with a hint of a blush coloring my cheeks.
"The proper way to have thanked me would have to have answered my previous calls. I think I've made your sister quite worried about you." I could hear the hint of amusement at Sookie's worries.
"Shit. I should really talk to her. I said some awful things to her last night. I need to go." I said, frantically trying to recall everything that I had said to Sookie.
"No. Stay on the line with me. Sookie is with Bill at the moment anyway." Eric said, stopping me from hanging up on him. I huffed, Eric's mood swings making my head hurt even more.
"You are so... wishy washy!" I finally spat out, searching for the right word to describe Eric. Wishy washy was the best term but, I have just read it in an article a couple of days ago and was the only thing I could think of. Needless to say, I felt like the biggest idiot after it came out of my mouth.
"Wishy washy? Really? I would think the term charming, handsome and irresistible would have been at the top of your list to describe me." Eric grinned.
"One second you are all 'oh, I'll be here and listen to your problems and be the sweetest guy ever' then you turn into Mr. Creeper vampire with all the sexual innuendos. I don't know who you're going to be next and it freaks me out! It's like I'm on a demon merry-go-round." I sighed, rubbing my poor head.
"As I said before you are... different." Eric said at least, after a long pause.
"Really? I'm different? I know I'm different! I've been different my whole life Eric! I can move things with my fucking mind, I'm pretty sure that doesn't qualify as normal. What does that have to do with how you act towards me?" I huffed in confusion.
"You intrigue me. I'm quite fascinated by you and your sister. I would like to keep you both around for a while." Eric said simply, his voice somewhat hardened. I scowled in response.
"What are you doing?" Eric asked suddenly with a hint of a smirk in his voice.
"Trying to figure out why so many people love you when you're such an asshole." I snapped.
"Hmm, are you dressed?" he asked. My scowl deepened. The nerve of him!
"God, Eric you are such a-" I started to scream at Eric when I heard a hard banging on my front door.