Bar with Bite

Author's Note: Don't get me wrong. I wanted Eric to show up at her door, kicking it down and taking her right there on that couch, but then in Chapter three, he told her that she had no address on her. Plus I don't want them to give in too early. It's the temptation that drives the characters wild.

I'm trying to get a level of understanding between Ellie and Eric. They want each other but want more. Enough with my ramblings and what not. I don't own the characters. Elly and Liam are actually Oc's so I don't own them either. Asmodeus is also an Oc. She will be used in this chapter as well and Eric Northman's son. This is an AU fic, anything can happen.

Now Enjoy, Dom

~That same day~

"Eric"

Eric lifted up his eyes, his attention going to the pole that stood high in the middle of the room. There was soft seductive music playing in the back. It calmed him and made him still in the chair that he sat in when nights were busy at Fangtasia.

Except tonight the bar was empty. It was just him and no one else. He straightened in his chair, glancing around the place, trying to find Pam. Maybe they were doing inventory and he had dozed off. It wasn't like this was his first time ever doing so. He had dozed off around the office or even sitting in his chair, because his own bed smelled like Ellie. It smelled like their night together and he couldn't sleep in that bed with her scent clouding his nose or filling him up with memories.

He thought he could take it. Sex was just sex. Their sex was just sex involving the pure roughness of want and lust, things that he had craved when he was with others, but they hadn't pushed themselves to wonder what he wanted. But Ellie.

She was something different. She had took from him something that he couldn't describe and for a moment, he wondered if she was like his ex. Who had the ability to read minds, except Ellie could read vampires minds, but that would have been out of the question. She tasted human, not sweet.

"Eric, you're not listening."

Eric turned towards the pole once again and his eyes widen.

There she was. The woman he was just thinking about.

She was wearing a white lace top, strapless. It pushed her cleavage together, making the V deeper, flaring out at the end, covering her sides in white lace. Her bottoms were red and lace as well, hugging tight to her hips as she swayed them from side to side. Her hands were on the pole, her brown eyes on him. She was smirking, moving her legs, widening them, before her knees touched, brushing past each other in a kiss.

"Ellie?" He squinted his eyes, wondering if this was real or was his eyes playing tricks on him again, because there had been times he would sit in his chair and imagine someone else was on the pole as the dancers danced.

They bored him that much.

Ellie nodded, turning around, popping her ass out, while bending low, her knees straight as she moved her hips from side to side, and her hands sliding down the pole as if she had been stroking something else. Her hands went down just as easily as he would have thought.

His eyes watched her hips move, losing himself in her ass, her red ass as the cased seemed. She was shaking her hips and he was getting lost in the dance.

Ellie looked over her shoulder as she straighten, spreading her legs and bending them at the knee as she shook her ass slower than before, watching him, biting on her bottom lip as her tongue parted her lips and ran across her lips, tracing them.

"There goes Mister Viking. A piece of meat in front of him and he doesn't know what to do with it. Surprising it is." Her voice sounded different with a hint of an accent, but it blew from Eric's mind as she turned around and bent over once more, her breast looking as if it was about to pop out.

His mouth nearly watered at the idea.

But then it hit him, how did she know that he had died as a Viking, he never told her that. He never even mentioned that to her. Most of what he said was about sex and other things. A slight smirk came to his face as more images of Ellie beneath, above, and beside him filled his mind. He heard her laugh, a soft seductive laugh. He shook his head mentally, trying to focus on the woman in front of him.

She was running a finger along her lips, tracing them slowly as she eyed him, one of her eyebrows arched, watching him as she did so.

"You look turned on."

She straighten and stepped down from the stage, walking towards him, running her hands through her hair, pulling on the ends, tugging lightly as she made 'sex faces' with her face, puckering her lips and sticking out her tongue to swipe along her lips.

She stopped in front of him and before he could say anything, she straddled him, spreading her legs wide to take him in between her legs as she sat in his lap, her hands were on his shoulders. She hooked her heels into the chair as she leaned back, arching her body, her breast popping further out, but barely out of the top.

"I like sitting in your lap. I feel like such a vixen." She straighten, pulling herself back to look him in his eyes. "You know." She paused, shifting herself in his lap, grinding her lower body into his. A satisfied grin on her face as she felt him grow beneath her. "I wish I wasn't so stubborn. Me and you, alone in this place. We could break stuff."

She laughed, leaned close to him, rubbing her breast against his black shirt, her mouth near his chin. She opened her mouth and ran her open mouth along his chin, grinning. "I can take you right here, Eric. Ride you so hard you'll pop. I'll take you in, take you in so deep, your entire body would break underneath me. I'll ride you so hard that.." She paused, moving her mouth to his ear, her tongue licking at his ear lobe. His eyes closed, his hands moving to her hips, shifting her along his erection. "you won't think about another woman." She pulled his ear lobe into her mouth and nibbled on it, growling playfully.

"You know what else, Sheriff?"

Eric opened his eyes, his fangs clicking out as he let her words sink in, growling as well but it was playfully. It was for another reason, another reason that was pressed between her thighs.

"I…"

"What the fuck are you doing to Papa Grande?"

Ellie pulled back, straightening in her chair, tilting her head to the side, a frown on her lips.

Eric looked up behind her and noticed it was Eric Junior, his son, or as everyone liked to call him. EJ.

He was leaning against the bar, wearing black everything. His hair was slicked back and a scowl was on his face as he stared at Ellie's back.

Eric looked at EJ , his hands falling away from her hips. His eyes settling back on Ellie and he froze.

The woman sitting in his lap was not Ellie. It was Asmodeus. She was sitting in his lap and it was not Ellie.

Both his hands came around her neck, holding her there as he pushed himself up from his chair. The chair fell back and hit the stage as he stood tall, holding Asmodeus in his arms; her hands grabbed onto his wrist, trying to pry off his hands, her feet dangling in the air.

"Asmodeus, not a very good thing to tease." He growled at her, curling his lips back to show off his thick fangs. He heard heavy footsteps and knew they were EJ's. He turned to his right and saw him standing there, baring his fangs as well.

For a moment, Eric was nearly caught off guard since EJ looked exactly like him; same eyes, same hair, same face, but there was one thing that separated them from each other.

Eric Northman Junior was part fae and vampire. Eric Leif Northman was not.

Asmodeus turned her eyes towards EJ and smirked, looking him up and down. "Eric Junior, you look delicious." She ran her tongue around her lips, grinning. "I should have messed with you instead."

Eric shook her, bringing her attention back to him. "How do you know about Ellie?" He had forgotten that his son was standing there beside him, not like it mattered. If EJ ever dared to touch her, he would hurt her, no matter if they looked the same or not.

Asmodeus dug her nails into his wrist, trying to wiggle herself free, but found that he just tighten his hold around her neck. "I saw inside your head. You were nearly panting for the girl. I just wanted to play. I meant no harm." She smirked, her eyes glancing at EJ before she focused them on Eric.

"Don't look at me. We dated. We fucked. Get over me." EJ growled at her, blood lust fueling through him.

Asmodeus rolled her eyes. "You'll never find anyone as good as me. Never." She laughed.

Eric dropped her onto the ground, letting go from around her neck, turning to EJ, giving him that look that he rarely gave anyone. He thanked him.

If it hadn't of been for him, he would have been inside of Asmodeus already, screaming Ellie's name without a care.

Asmodeus rubbed her neck and pulled herself up to stand on her two feet, dusting herself off, before placing one hand on her hip, turning around on her heel to walk towards the counter, swaying her hips from side to side as she did so. Her outfit changing into a dark red dress with red heels, that made a certain tap as she walked.

"So says the whore that fucks men daily. Who was your latest conquest?" EJ arched a brow, crossing his arms, his fangs retracting, disappearing within his mouth. "It sure wasn't me."

Asmodeus turned hiking herself up on the bar, crossing her legs as she leaned on the bar, stretching one arm behind her to grab for a bottle of whiskey.

"I just got into town, Eric Junior. Watch your mouth. Didn't Papa Grande tell you of my whereabouts?" She popped the top and brought the bottle to her lips, sliding her tongue inside, licking up the small droplets that were there.

Eric rolled his eyes and sat back in his chair, after straightening, knowing he would nearly have to go to sleep soon. He could feel the pull of the sun nearing and he didn't want to be up while it was high in the sky. He was old and could take the bleeds, but it was messy. He bled from every hole he had and decided it was best he not. Pam would have his head because she would have to clean up the mess. Not like he asked her too.

"Papa Grande, did I get any calls?" EJ turned his attention to his father, looking over him.

Eric shook his head, sighing for a moment, knowing that if his son had. Pam wouldn't tell him a thing.

Over a year ago, Eric Junior had walked into Fangtasia with a note and five hundred dollars. Eric , for the first time in all his human and vampire life, had been caught off guard. Eric Junior looked exactly like him. For a moment, he thought it was something that the witches had put together wanting pay back for him killing Marnie. Their head bitch, but no. His mother, someone he couldn't remember for the undead life of him, had got raped by him and got pregnant.

He was confused by the notion, knowing that he as a vampire could not have children. But as they talked more, he finally understood. His crazy mother had taken a potion, wanting any type or kind of child. Just so happens, he had come along, seducing her with words and dragged her to his bed, marking every inch of her body. He left her before the sun hit the sky, not giving a damn. And he hadn't.

He had forgot about till, Eric Northman Junior walked into his bar which may have seemed like a long time ago but it wasn't and it had eventually been forgotten. Eric Junior fell into order, learning the trades of the business, and if any asked questions. They ignored it or told them the truth. Eric Junior was his son and if they wanted more questions which they probably wouldn't because he'd rip their throat out if they asked anymore questions.

Gladly no one hadn't. Everyone had left it alone, well except for Pam. She brought it up from time to time, wondering how the hell her maker was able to birth children. Eric wondered the same thing and had asked EJ what potion did she take, but he always avoided the question so Eric eventually left it alone.

"Where were you anyway?" Eric looked at his son; his hands clasped together, his mind trying to focus on something else besides what he wanted. Ellie on top of him, wearing exactly what Asmodeus had been wearing, except less of.

"I was in Bon Temps. Bill called asking for you and I decided to take the call. You were wrapped up in dealing with the business of the place. I was bored." EJ shrugged, his blue eyes glancing over at Asmodeus as she sipped on the bottle, her brown eyes looking over the bar. "He wanted some witches taken care of. I did the heart ripping. It was fun." EJ smirked, his hands digging in his pockets. His smirk soon faded and a slight frown replaced it. He pulled his hands free of his pockets and pulled out small piece of white paper. "This was also given to me. I was supposed to give this to you." EJ stretched out his hand and handed Eric the note before walking away, his eyes taking in Asmodeus as she placed the empty bottle down, spreading her legs slightly.

Eric picked up the note, his eyes focused on them as he watched EJ grab Asmodeus's arm, pulling her off the stool and towards the office, mumbling something that he couldn't understand. He shook his head as he heard his office door slam. He straighten in his chair and opened the piece of paper, hoping that whatever Bill had to tell him was something important, but when he opened the note. He froze.

It was not from Bill, their King. It was from his ex. He nearly almost balled up the paper, but decided to read it first before doing so. He calmed himself down and looked at the note, slouching in the chair to get a better look.

Dear Sheriff of Area 5,

You know I would have personally handed you this note myself, but I decided it was better to let you read the words first before seeing me. Bill is keeping me cooped up and won't let me leave the estate, but I am fine with that. I don't mind. Plus this seems out of my style, I'd usually drive down there and show up, speak to Pam for a bit before heading into your office for a good fuck, but I guess things have changed. I want that back. I want us back. It's been an entire year and I want you back, Eric. I know you feel the pull. All the sex we've ever had. All the words we whispered. All the promises that we made to each other. I know you want that as I do. So, just to further prove my point, I will visit soon on my own and we can discuss more matters then. Please think this over.

Sincerely, Sookie Stackhouse.

Eric growled. He couldn't believe the nerve of that girl. How dare she assume that he wanted her back? Maybe at the beginning, he did. He wanted her even after he found out why she left him. He hadn't of cared that she went back to Bill and slept with him because Eric knew that Bill 'mainstreaming' Compton could never compare to him. So he begged. He actually begged. He flew to her house and kneeled before her, wanting her back, but she told him that being with Bill made her realize that she loved him still and Eric was just…convenient.

Those words had stung him. In all of his 1,000 years of living or un-living, he never had anything like that hurt him so much, but it didn't matter anymore. He left her, never looked back, and never questioned her decision. No matter how long she would stay with Bill, her first, she would want him back and he would deny her everything that she would beg of him. He moved on and it wasn't like he was still in love with her, not like he knew what the word meant.

He balled up the paper in his hands and shook his head, pushing himself up from the chair, feeling the pull of the sun deeper than before. He felt something trickle down his ear and already knew it was his blood. He sighed and threw the paper behind the bar; reminding himself to pick that up before Ellie came in. He did not want her seeing that note or his ex begging for him, because sooner or later. He would crave her deeper than he already was. Sooner or later, they would date or whatever they called it now-a-days. Sooner or later, she would get bored of him as Sookie had. Sooner or later, he'd be hurting all over again.

He shook his head as he made his way down towards the dungeon, needing to sleep, shaking his head of his former thoughts, not wanting to think all the depressed thoughts he was beginning to think, hating the fact that he was feeling this way.

He sighed and harden his face, spotting his coffin not to far away. He opened it and stepped inside, closing his eyes, hoping that sleep and a good morning rest would put him in order.

He needed that.

Chapter Six, hopefully next time I can add Chapter 7 and 8 at the same time. Thanks for the reviews, it means a lot to me.

The whole Eric Northman Junior thing was hard to explain. I will try and get the story right from the person it's based off of. I do know that he is part fae and vampire. I tried to help it with the potion.

Notes for future chapters: Sookie and Eric did date for a bit after she and Bill broke up. She cheated on Eric with Bill and left Eric for Bill. She stays at Bill's estate for the time being.

Asmodeus is a succubus and therefore feeds off of sex or anything of the like. She also has powers; fading in and out leaving black smoke behind. She can change into other people, if she so wishes, but it is all used on energy.