Hey everyone! I have no excuses for going this long without updating... I'm doing all I can, seriously. I'm sorry. truly.
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Disclaimer: I'm not CH. She'd never let Sookie be a vamp, right?
Newborn
As soon as Russell left, I felt like my blood was boiling. I was furious. What was he hiding? What didn't he want us to know? How the heck was he blocking me, pushing me out of his mind?
I was reeling, I was fuming and I felt like I needed to crush something. Trash the room, break the doors, smash the windows. It took everything in me not to go after Russell and stake him.
FUCK!
Eric's hands were on me and he was saying something that I couldn't quite make up. It was like my entire vision was red.
"Sookie, breathe," came his voice, laced with worry.
I struggled against his hold. I didn't want to calm down, I didn't want to settle down; I wanted to break and burn and destroy.
Instead, I could feel myself calming down, like a warm blanket was being wrapped around me. I realized it was Eric's influence on me and I fought against it. And then his eyes lowered to mine and I was done.
His hands moved soothingly over my shoulders and I closed my eyes. Breathe in. Breathe out.
"Well, there's a sign she's actually Vampire. Extreme anger," said Pam.
"Pamela!"
Eric didn't shout, he didn't scream, but his voice was stern.
"Sookie, you need to settle down."
"I'm sorry," I stammered out, my body still shaking with the aftermaths of my anger. "I don't know where that came from."
"It's something you need to learn to control. Extreme emotions are something young vampires encounter. Anger, happiness, lust, hunger. I should have expected something like this to happen, but you've been so controlled it sometimes slips my mind that you're only a few days old."
"Can we… can we go on with the training, please?" I asked. I didn't want to think about my outburst. I was ashamed of myself, embarrassed I had let them see me like this. Thankfully, Jason wasn't afraid of me or I'd have felt even worse.
Pam was smirking at me, but I could tell it wasn't mean or anything. I guess she felt better to know that I was having some difficulties, just like she'd had when Eric turned her.
As for our Maker… he was still watching me cautiously, checking the bond, I knew, to make sure I wouldn't blow off again. Our eyes locked and I gave him a little smile, trying to convey that I really was much better.
He nodded and took a step back.
"Alright. Jason, join your sister. Pam, if you would," he said and waited for everyone to get into place.
The next couple of hours were actually fun and I at least got to let some steam off. He went over and over various battle stances, hand to hand combat moves, numerous styles and how best to use our strength. He showed me and Jason what the best places to attack a vampire were. I'm not proud to admit that I found myself on my ass more often than I cared to count.
"If you hit your attacker here," he said, pointing to the side of the neck,"you'll knock him down and you can easily rip one of his hands off. While we may not breathe anymore, it's still a sensitive spot and any injury there will incapacitate your target for the split second you need to do a lot of damage."
"How 'bout when I'm a panther? What then?" Jason asked.
"Well, we can't exactly practice that now, since you can't change before full moon, but we're only about two days from that. Are you remotely conscious when you've changed?"
"Yeah. I mean, I think so. I understand what's happening around me and remember it the next day too", he said and Eric briefly looked at Pam. If it weren't for the bond, I wouldn't know he was surprised.
"It's settled then. I think we are done for the night. Tomorrow we try sword play," Eric said.
"Ain't that dangerous?"
"Everything is, but you still need learn how to protect yourself, yes?"
Jason merely nodded and proclaimed he was taking a shower. Pam made an excuse to leave the room as well and I was left alone with Eric.
"Are you ok?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.
"Yeah. I'm much better now. I'm SO sorry for earlier. I don't know what came over me."
"It's normal for newborns, Sookie. I should have warned you, should have told you everything before jumping to the offer and changing you. Alas, we play the hands we're dealt," he said and remained quiet for a few moments. His voice was lower when he asked: "Do you regret it?"
"No!" I nearly shouted. How could he ask that? "Of course not. You couldn't have known how I'd be after I rose. It was all a lottery. Just like this ability of mine. I could have risen with no telepathy, no dreams, no flying. I didn't know how my life would be, but I did know what I was signing in for, and that is a very long life with you by my side," I told him, my fingers lightly caressing his cheeks.
"I will teach you everything I know, Sookie, I promise."
"I know you will."
"How about a new lesson, then?" he asked, his eyes lit up at the thought.
"Whatever you want," I agree. I wanted to learn everything he could teach me, everything he'd taught himself in over a thousand years.
"I want to teach you how to feed."
He said nothing else, watching and waiting for my reaction.
I knew this was supposed to be coming. I'd been a vampire for a few nights now and all I'd had were a few blood bags and Eric's. We really got lost in each other or I know he would have brought this up earlier. I didn't count the True Bloods cause those were simply vial. I was excited but scared at the idea, afraid I'd somehow kill my donor.
My fangs ran out and I felt my hunger pulsing in them. Something inside me craved the feel of rushing blood; fresh, hot blood.
Eric smirked when he sensed the desires running through my body.
"Come," he said, taking my hand and guiding me outside the room.
My mind was going a million miles a minute and I felt like I was going to explode any minute. I was conflicted. A war was going on inside me between my human sensitivities and my brand new vampire urges.
I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down before I went on a rampage. I didn't want to hurt the donors, let alone kill them by mistake. What I didn't take into consideration was the way they smelt. Once we entered the donor's lounge I had to grip Eric's hand like my life depended on it.
"Relax, Lover. I'm right beside you and I won't leave you."
I nodded and closed my eyes, letting my shields down. I couldn't help but notice how much easier controlling my ability was since I got turned. The men and women in the room were all curious, their eyes on us. Some had the typical fang banger fantasies going through their minds, picturing having sex with Eric, me or the both of us. Eww. It was nothing new, sure, but still…
I ended up focusing on a girl who hadn't been here long and whose thoughts were in the PG area. She was about my size, so reaching her throat wouldn't be a problem. Plus, her relatively clean mind would be easier to tolerate if my shields failed. I had no idea if I'd be able to feed and keep my ability in check at the same time.
"The blonde in light grey," I told Eric and he motioned for her to join us.
Silently we all moved into a room that was a combination between an office and a bedroom
"Hi. I'm Eric and this is my childe Sookie. She's a newborn and this is the first time she feeds from a live donor. Chances are it's going to sting you a little, but I promise you won't be hurt. If you want to leave, please do so now. If not, get closer."
"I'm ok," the girl said and took a step closer.
I suddenly felt like a chicken shit. My eyes shifted to Eric's and I'm sure my panic was clear, even if he could also feel me.
"Just think of all the times you fed me, Sookie. Think of all I did to help you relax and how to make it hurt less for her."
"But that usually led to other… things," I said and Eric snickered. Oh, ha ha! I guess vampires shy of talking about their sex lives were amusing.
"Feeding and sex go hand in hand for us, but both parties have to be willing. I'm going to guess her thoughts weren't as the other donors, or you wouldn't have chosen her, yes?"
"Yeah. Ok."
I took a deep breath and I could smell her sweet fragrance. Underneath her soaps, lotions and makeup she still smelled nice. I took a step forward, putting our bodies together and she offered me a small, encouraging smile.
"I don't want to hurt you. I'm sorry if I do," I told her, feeling the need to get that out.
She merely nodded and pulled her hair away from her neck, tilting her head slightly. My fangs popped down and my throat clenched.
I looked over at Eric again as I put my arms around her waist.
"Aim for her carotid and bite slowly so you don't hurt her. Fasten your lips around the wound and pull softly so you don't choke on the blood. Can you hear her heartbeat?"
"Yes."
"Try focusing on that. When it starts to slow down you've had all that she can give you tonight. I'll tell you when to stop, nonetheless. If you don't stop on your own, I'll use force. Are we clear?"
I merely nodded and felt myself overcome with another feeling altogether. Eric had gone into Maker/boss mode and it was hot as hell.
The quickening pulse under her skin grabbed my attention and suddenly it was the only thing that existed. My ears pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat. I forced myself calm as I leaned in to her neck. My fingers caressed the small of her back and I licked her slowly from the base of her neck up, trying to make her relax and testing my restraint at the same time.
I pushed my fangs in and that's the last thing I remember. Warm. Thick. Sweet.
Life. My nerve endings were on fire. Just like then. The first night. Everything was richer. Sweeter.
More. I needed more.
There was nothing for me but her blood going down my throat. No voice. No trembling. No Eric.
An arm circling my waist snapped me out of it.
"Slow down," Eric's voice commanded and I felt compelled to do it.
The second I did what he said, I heard her heartbeat. It was fading. Fast. I swallowed the last mouthful and retracted my fangs as softly as I could. I had hurt her. Oh god.
"She's ok. Lick her wounds, Sookie," Eric's voice whispered from behind me, his arm still in a vice-like grip.
I leaned into her again and it took all my will power not to let my fangs slip into her throat again. I licked the remnants of blood from her neck until her wounds were healed. I brought my hand up and pricked my finger in my right fang. Slowly, as Eric's done a million times, I pressed my blood into her wounds.
I let myself lean into Eric's chest and released her waist, taking a deep breath to control myself.
The girl smiled and despite being a bit wobbly, seemed OK.
"Thank you for your trouble," I said. Gran would whoop my ass if I didn't thank her. No matter that it was for feeding me, no matter how strange that sounded. She'd still serve my ass on a platter if I didn't do as she'd raised me.
"Sure."
"You may retire now," Eric said in a stern voice.
He was trying to control himself. I could feel his hard length pushing into the small of my back. I shivered as lust fired up inside of me again.
Before the donor was out of the room, I had turned into his arms. My arms were around his neck and our lips crashed together in our haste. I lifted my legs to his waist and his hands cupped my ass. Kneading. Caressing.
I ripped at his T-shirt, desperate to feel his skin on mine.
My back hit a wall and our lips separated. He looked at me with so much love. His fingers trailed my cheek, then lower, on my neck, and lower, between my breasts until he reached the first buttons of my shirt. I shivered under his touch and gasped when he ripped open my blouse, buttons flying everywhere.
I pulled him closer then. I wanted to weld us together, to never leave his side ever again. I groaned as millions of fireworks exploded under my skin when we touched. The fresh blood in my system made me feel electrified all over again.
I gasped Eric's name as one of his hands found its way in the back of my pants. He put me down and pushed my pants down my hips just as I fumbled with his belt. He turned me around and pressed me into the wall.
My back arched, pushing my ass towards him. I wanted him. I needed him. Now.
His large hands were gripping my hips tightly as he ground his erection between my cheeks. His body molded to mine and he licked the skin of my neck.
"You were spectacular lover. I've been trying to control myself ever since you licked her neck to prepare her", he whispered as his hand lowered to my pussy.
His fingers circling, pressing on my clit; his skin on mine; his cock against my back. I couldn't take it anymore.
"Eric, please. No teasing. I need you. Now," I panted, completely beyond caring that I was begging.
His hand disappeared from between my legs and I soon felt his hardness pushing inside me.
I gasped and my hands clawed at the wall I was propped against.
Over and over he thrust, bringing me to the edge slowing down, changing the rhythm, changing his movements. I was panting and grunting and moaning and I didn't care who heard me.
"Let me cum, Viking. Please," I said and pushed back against his hips, edging him on.
One hand on my hip, the other in my hair, he pulled my head back for a kiss and started drilling into me. I felt it building again, growing larger and larger until my orgasm washed over me. I could feel it in every cell of my body. I tingled all over and if it weren't for Eric's hand I'd have collapsed to the floor.
He chuckled that I might be the only vampire to ever get weak in the knees. I'd have slapped him for it, but he was probably right.
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