Loving You Forever
A True Blood Story
It's you and me moving
At the speed of light into eternity yea,
Tonight is the night to join me in the middle of ecstasy.
Feel the melody in the rhythm of the music around you, around you
I'm a gonna take you there,
I'm a gonna take you there,
So don't be scared
I'm right here ready
We can go anywhere, go anywhere
But first it's your chance,
Take my hand come with me
It's like I've waited my whole life for this one night
It's gonna be me you and the dance floor
'cause we've only got one night
Double your pleasure
Double your fun and dance
Forever (ever, ever)
Feels like we're on another level
Feels like our loves intertwined,
We can be two rebels breaking the rules
me and you, you and I
All you got to do is watch me
Look what I can do with my feet
Baby feel the beat inside,
I'm driving you can take the front seat
Just need you to trust me
Girl aha Girl
It's like!
It's a long way down,
We're so high off the ground,
Sending for an angel to bring me your heart
Girl, where did you come from?
Got me so undone,
Gazing in your eyes got me singing what a beautiful lady
No "if"s, "and"s or "maybe"s
I'm releasing my heart and it's feeling amazing
There's no one else that matters
you love me and I won't let you fall girl
I won't let you fall, let you fall
Forever ever ah.
Chris Brown, Forever (edited)
Sookie pulled herself out of her reverie and smiled at the memory of their first lovemaking. He was perfect, they were perfect. She looked at the clock and was surprised that an hour had already gone by. It was time to get dressed. She wore her hair up now, usually in a loosely held fancy bun, her bite free neck exposed for all to see. Eric had many dresses for her to wear at Fangtasia, but tonight she had a special one she had designed with just him in mind. Pam had helped Sookie with the perfect surprise. The dress was a halter style, generously cut in both the front and back exposing her entire back and her well endowed chest. The material was made from red raw silk with medium sized replicas of Georgia O'Keefe's 'Black Iris' painting spread across the red silk. It is said this 'Black Iris' painting is one of her more suggestive floral paintings and looks like a woman's vagina if viewed in a certain way. It is certainly a beautiful piece of work regardless and an unusual addition to the dress. She added her red silk high heels and turned to view the tightly wrapped dress from all sides. She knew Eric would be pleased. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she smiled.
Their first night together, Sookie lay on the down comforter, flush from their continuous lovemaking. While the first time hurt, with Eric's blood healing her she had been able to make love with him all night long. She now lay languidly on her back while Eric lay on his side tracing his finger along her body. He was completely relaxed as was she. Sookie could feel Eric's blood pulsing through her body where she had taken from his breast while at the same time he had taken from her. They had exchanged blood so many times for the rush of it, the fireworks that went off every time, the almost blinding, heart stopping orgasms it was easy to see how one could become addicted to the blood exchange. Sookie mindlessly thought that perhaps she now had as much vampire blood in her as she did human. She smiled uncaring.
Eric broke the silence looking at her but not stopping his caress. "Lover, would you come work for me at Fangtasia? I want you close to me all the time. I need you close to me." His emotion was deep in his voice.
Sookie turned to him in surprise. "You just made love to me countless times and all you can say is to offer me a job? As what, a barmaid at a vampire bar?" She wasn't really irritated and he knew it, but she did find it amusing. Hardly the romantic endearments she expected.
"Sookie, this is important. We have exchanged blood enough times it will be difficult for us to be apart, even between here and Shreveport. I have given this much thought, even before tonight. I want you to help me raise the bar so to speak at Fangtasia. You know enough about running a bar from working at Merlotte's. You could be our human face to the outside world and you could set a standard for our employees. I don't want Fangtasia to just be a touristy fangbanger bar. I want it to have some class. I want you to add to that class. I also need someone to help with managing our human employees, scheduling, that sort of thing. Soon, I want to open a high-end restaurant that caters to the human and vampire crowd. Think about it Sookie. There is no place you and I can go together to share a meal. I pretend to drink wine while I watch you eat. And vampires are not always welcome in places like that anyway. I want you to be a part of all of this, part of my life, part of everything."
"Why me Eric? Pam is much classier than I am. She would be able to do all these things for you."
"But she has no interest in doing it, and she scares everyone anyway. I believe you can do this. At least try it out."
"I'm not exactly sure what you want Eric, but I do want to be close to you. Can we start where I work there only on the nights I'm off from Merlotte's and see if we can figure it out together? Since I wouldn't be a barmaid, I wouldn't be working for tips. How would you pay me?"
"I'll start you as Bar Manager at $60,000 a year and throw in a company car. I don't want you driving back and forth at night in that beater you have now."
Sookie was silent, her eyes wide at the dollar figure he had given her. "$60,000 a year Eric? That's ridiculous. What else would this 'Bar Manager' have to do to make that much money?"
"Nothing that you haven't already been doing," Eric teased. "You know, sleep with the boss, share some blood, allow him to protect you, occasionally read minds."
This time Sookie laughed and then got serious. "No sharing with others, including Pam. No reading minds unless it is important. And what would I wear? I don't have anything, or at least enough of anything to wear to Fangtasia every night. I'm sure my Merlotte's t-shirt and shorts would not be appropriate."
"Don't worry Lover, I will take care of everything. Will you give it a try?"
"Make love to me again and I'll give you my answer afterwards. Everything depends on you, lover…" She leaned into him, smiling as she kissed him.
A week later she found herself working at Fangtasia, at least part time. She came home one day from her day shift at Merlotte's and found a brand new Audi R8 in her driveway with a man standing there patiently waiting for her to arrive. She got out of her ancient yellow Datsun and looked at the man in disbelief. He must have delivered the car to the wrong house.
"Can I help you sir?" She asked politely. If her gran had taught her anything it was to be polite, despite knowing what he was thinking. "Damn fangbanger must be really good in the sack to deserve this car…$114,000…she must be really good… wonder if I'd be killed if I took…" and Sookie yanked her shields up so tight it made her head hurt.
"Are you Sookie Stackhouse?" The man said politely despite what he was thinking.
"Yes." Her voice was less polite now.
"This car is for you from Mr. Eric Northman. He asks that you drive it to and from work, or any place else you would like. It is the company car he promised and it comes with a company paid gas card in your name. I just need you to sign that you have received both the car and the card. Do you need me to show you how to use any of the features, miss?" Now he was just downright being condescending in his tone.
Sookie walked over to him silently and signed the papers, her head held high. "I think I can manage, sir. I assume there is a manual. I can read if I have any questions. I'll be sure to tell Mr. Northman how helpful you have been." The man had no idea what would be coming his way when she told Eric what the man was thinking before she cut him off. She was glad when the man had left her driveway with the second man who never got out of the second car, clearly intending to return them both to Shreveport.
Instead of the too obvious red or black that Sookie would have expected from Eric, he had picked a beautiful silver blue. The car was a two-seater hard top convertible with leather seats and every possible amenity she could dream of. She would surely enjoy driving it to Shreveport this evening. Eric had outdone himself this time. And while $114,000 seemed excessive to her, she knew money meant nothing to Eric so she didn't worry about the price tag. He had bought her a car he felt comfortable for her to drive back and forth to work. The Audi was highly unlikely to break down, and could out run anything out there, except perhaps Eric's corvette. She laughed at that.
When she arrived at Fangtasia her first night on the job, Eric had a complete wardrobe for her hanging in his bedroom closet. All very classy dresses, all in the same style: strapless, wrapped around her body tightly, zipped up the side. They ranged from black, gray, red, and white. Some were raw silk and some were burned in velvet. All were exquisite. He gave her a huge pair of ruby studs to wear with her dresses and insisted on her hair up. He wanted to be sure everyone knew she was not a fangbanger by having a mark-free neck. He preferred other places to leave his mark anyway. All the vampires that visited the bar treated her with the respect due her. They could feel Eric's powerful blood coursing through her veins and they did not cross her or disrespect her in any way lest they bring Eric's wrath down upon them.
Within weeks, Sookie had already made her mark on the club. Where there were signs that clearly said no biting on club premises, she knew when biting was occurring and had the offenders removed, which over time cut down on the police raids as they became accustomed to a more tightly run ship. She changed the waitress and waiters outfits to something more professional yet definitely more alluring. The women dressed in something reminiscent of the Tudors, very low cut dresses, breasts threatening to spill out, with gossamer material lining their shoulders. The dresses flared slightly at their waists to leave them moving room, if not breathing room. Around their necks they wore silver collars made of thin lengths of silver all linked together at the back. In front hung an 'F' embedded with ruby red crystals. The men had a somewhat different costume, although no less sexy. They wore black tights that hid nothing, with an open weave Egyptian cotton shirt left almost entirely open exposing their finely-toned chests. Around their necks they wore double strand silver chains with the ruby encrusted 'F' on the short chain and a longer chain hanging down their chest. The outfits were designed to entice, and the necklaces were to control the vampire desire for the wait staff. If the employees wanted to be blood donors or even more, they could make arrangements after work. At first the staff chaffed at Sookie's changes, but when they saw their tips grow, they quit grousing and looked forward to other changes that could benefit them.
The cleanliness of the club improved with a new cleaning crew, scrubbing everything from floor to ceiling every night. There were no more sticky tables or blood smeared floors. Even if most patrons didn't notice in the dark she did and hated it. She checked the crews cleaning every night before opening. The wait staff appreciated not having to clean up blood soaked floors or sex marked booths any longer.
Pam welcomed the dress code changes as well. It gave her more room to throw out the undesirables, which she enjoyed immensely. Leather was ok, torn jeans and t-shirts were not. Dresses were welcome, and khakis and button down shirts started becoming the norm. As the clientele grew to include a more upscale crowd the food and beverages became more expensive as well. It was not just a tourist bar anymore, but a classy bar that catered too many of different persuasions. The changes left money pouring into the coffers of Fangtasia, leaving both Eric and Pam thrilled, and giving Sookie a huge raise.
The restaurant that Eric mentioned opened to thrilling reviews in newspapers, magazine spreads, and even made it into Zagat as a 5-star recommended restaurant in Shreveport. Eric hired a premiere chef, who in turn hired excellent sous chefs to work with him. Sookie ran the dining room with the same efficiency as she ran the club, setting even higher standards for staff and ambience. Including food and drink for both vampire and humans, mixed couples or not, there was also dancing, sometimes to live bands, and a very high end, glossy bar if one wasn't interested in dining.
This restaurant was where Eric was taking her tonight. Dinner, dancing, a special night out he had claimed, but more than that she didn't know. She did know this was their one year anniversary of sharing blood, and wondered if in all his planning he remembered that as well. Sookie looked at the clock again knowing Eric would have risen already and was probably on his way to Fangtasia. She looked around what was now their bedroom, at least one of their bedrooms. They had two others, one at his house in the outskirts of Shreveport and of course the one they shared at her house in Bon Temps. Both houses, as well as this bedroom, were turned into fortresses to guard his resting place since they slept together most nights. Everything had been made fireproof, sun-proof, and intruder-proof with iron window coverings that dropped down at sunrise along with other protections. In order for Sookie and him to sleep together as she so desired, he had the houses designed to withstand every possible entry and danger to both of them, especially with him effectively dead until dark.
Eric knocked quietly on the door and entered as she turned towards him, smiling as she saw him the first time today. He always managed to make her knees quake and her core go wet, and he knew it. He closed the door quietly behind him, leaning slightly on the door.
"You look beautiful, Sookie. Georgia O'Keefe right?" as he took in the flowers on her dress. His voice was filled with awe at her beauty. She was a natural beauty before she started taking vampire blood, but now she was an out-an-out stunner. He knew how lucky he was, even if she never saw herself any different than when he had first met her.
"Thank you Eric. You look stunning yourself." Eric was wearing a black double breasted Brioni tuxedo with his long hair pulled back in a black tie. He looked yummier than she had ever thought possible. This was definitely not their usual special date. He stalked towards her in his graceful manner that always gave her goose bumps, the kind of goose bumps that promised mind blowing sex later.
Sookie smiled seductively at him, watching the predatory gleam in his eye. She pulled the collar of his tuxedo close to her, "You know…we could always skip dinner and go straight to dessert."
Eric laughed huskily. "No, no my little vixen lover. Tonight is our anniversary, we celebrate right. Are you ready?" He bent his head to kiss her, swallowing her answer.
When they finally broke, flushed and breathing hard, she smiled. "Just one thing lover," using his nickname for her, "…I have a present for you. She turned in his arms with her back to him and stepped away so he could see her entire back. He gasped at the exquisite tattoo that now resided on her spine. It was a blood red Viking sword, with red droplets falling from the two horizontal lines. The sword was wrapped in intricately illuminated initials 'E' and 'S' intertwined together down the shaft of the sword. The words 'Lovers Forever' was written in the ancient Viking language. The tattoo was the most beautiful he had ever seen, and given the personal nature of it made him wonder at Sookie's love for him. He leaned over to her back and kissed each corner of the sword and traced the letters with his tongue. She shivered in response to his intimate touch.
After another moment gazing at his gift, he smiled as he pulled out a long box from his coat jacket. "I guess it is only fair that I present you with your gift from me. I think we had some similar thoughts for tonight." He handed her the large black velvet box. Sookie looked at Eric, her eyes big and round, anticipation floating in the slight tearing of her eyes. She slowly opened the box, her eyes growing even bigger and her mouth making an 'O' as she saw the amazing creation he had made for her. And she knew immediately that just as her tattoo had been made for him, this piece of art had been made for her. The necklace was set in black gold, inlaid with rubies and diamonds. The design was intricate and detailed with the drop of the necklace intertwined with the 'E' and 'S' of their initials. She gasped at the expense and the extreme care that had been taken in the design and making of such a unique gift. Unwilling to wait, Eric took the necklace from its box and placed it around Sookie's neck. The ornate letters dropped exactly where he had planned, directly above her cleavage. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and at his, pleasure and love pouring from each other. Just as their gifts were intertwined tightly together, their lives were forever intertwined as well. She smiled.