A/N: Ahaha! Rayne's a kitty! I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry. This is kind of a filler chapter so it's a little short. They leave for Dallas tomorrow night so of course things are going to be eventful and long soon. It will follow loosely on season 2, but with some changes that I deem appropriate. Also, I just found out I can now update by putting the files on my laptop onto my Blackberry. So I'll now be able to update more! I'm sure you guys are pleased! Anywhoo, here's Chapter 9!
I turned my furry little head towards the source of the voice. I was looking into the eyes of none other than Eric Northman. His expression held amusement with a glimmer of surprise. I hissed at him, and jumped at the sound that emitted. I had meant to spit out 'What do you want?' but my new form made this impossible. I shouldn't have been surprised. What did I expect? If my voice had come out in a kitten's body, it would have scared the crap out of me.
Eric smirked at me before stepping beside me to open the door. He looked down at me, the smirk still glued to his face before asking, "May I come in?"
I hopped over the threshold and entered my house. I wasn't entirely sure if my invitation coming from this mouth would make a difference. I drew in a breath and simply replied in a high pitched "Meow!"
Eric stepped into my living room before taking a seat on my black leather couch. Apparently as long as I meant it, it didn't matter what form the invitation was cast from. He looked down at me, and I looked at him, practically begging him to tell me how to go back to being human.
"Try and concentrate," he said, reading my emotion.
I blinked at his statement, and ran over to my bathroom. I sat on the floor before trying to clear my mind, concentrating only on trying to gain back my human form. I pictured myself growing taller, ridding myself of the fur. I imagined having opposable thumbs and my feminine figure. I steadied my breathing as that strange, goopy sound sloshed around me again, the air shifting. I felt myself growing in height, and within a few moments, I was crouching naked on my bathroom floor. I grabbed onto the edge of the sink. I was extremely weak from the changing. I had almost collapsed on the floor when I remembered the guest on my couch. I grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around my body, tucking the end under my armpit. I took a deep breath and walked towards the living room.
As I saw the vampire sitting on my couch, I had a sudden recollection of my dream the night before. He had his arms on the back of the couch, slouched down so that his toned arms were emphasized in the light. I had to steady my breath and shake off the thoughts that were starting to form in my wild imagination. Eric still had the sexy smirk on his face as he took in my body, the only thing covering it was this maroon towel, leaving little to the imagination. My body was glittered with sweat beads, the shifting taking more out of me than I had thought. My long legs peeked out of the towel that ended mid-thigh. I sank down beside him and I rested my elbows on my knees, laying my face in my hands.
"Well, I had no idea you were a shifter and a telepath," he said, looking down at me.
I sighed and tucked my chin to chest, letting my palms rest on my forehead. "I'm a fucking freak! I can't go a goddamn day without some new curse plaguing me!"
I almost wanted to cry at this point. I wasn't one to cry, I had always told myself it was a waste of energy, but I was so tired of all this. One day, I find out that I can read minds. Okay, that was a shock, but I was able to deal with it. The next day, I wake up with the sudden ability to speak Swedish without even having looked at a translator. That had it uses. Now I could shift? This was becoming too much too fast. I was normal for twenty-five years of my life, and now within the span of a couple days, I was turning into a supernatural menagerie.
"It's interesting. I've never seen someone like you before. In all my thousand years on this earth, I have never once come across someone that possesses the abilities you have. Not all at once, at least. You're blood has an intoxicating aroma to it. I don't know what it is you are, but it's something I've never before encountered."
I lifted my head up and took another deep breath. "Why are you here?" I asked, meeting the eyes of the blond Viking.
He smirked again and raised an eyebrow. "I came here to have mind-blowing sex with you until dawn."
I jumped a little at his statement before realizing that this was his idea of a joke. I wondered if he knew about my dream last night. I gulped quietly before moving my gaze to one of the trinkets on the mantle. "Ha ha ha. That's hilarious."
He scooted closer to me, pulling my chin towards him. I was forced to look at him as he said, "I know of your arousal last night. There's no denying it. I may have been asleep for the day, but I can still feel you through our bond during this time."
I yanked my head back and looked anywhere but into his eyes. He knew about my dream, he knew the effect it had on me. I couldn't deny the fact that this vampire was one of the most beautiful creatures I'd laid eyes on. He was certainly brought into this life in his human peak. I also knew he was over a thousand years old. He had over a millenia to practice these lines on other unsuspecting females. "You know damn good and well why it is that I had those dreams, Eric. I'm not naive. I know about the effects of blood bonds. I'll keep having sexual dreams about you until the bond fades, and then I'll be able to return to the nightmares that have been plaguing my subconscious mind for months now." I shivered at the thought of those nightmares. I still had no idea why I was having them, or why they scared me so much.
"Nightmares? Do tell," he said, intrigued.
"I don't want to talk about them. Change of subject please? Why are you here? Hold that thought, this is starting to get uncomfortable." I said, holding a finger up. I ran up the stairs and into my room, closing the door behind me. I pulled the towel off of my body and let it fall to the floor. I made a mental note to remember to grab the clothes from my front porch before going to bed. I pulled on a pair of cheeky silk underwear before putting on my nightly sports bra. I had turned around to go to my dresser and grab my pajamas, but there was something in my way.
Eric was standing in front of my dresser, holding up a nightgown I had bought at Victoria's Secret. He inspected the little fabric there was to it before looking at me, an eyebrow raised.
"You should wear this one." He said, lifting up the lingerie. The nightgown was nothing but a babydoll top. The bust of it had a built in bra, and it was colored in red and black lace. A black ribbon was adorned underneath in a big bow in the front. A red, thin, see-through material was underneath the ribbon, slit all the way up on both sides underneath the armpit. Ironically enough, I was wearing the matching panties that went with that ensemble.
I looked up at him, my cheeks reddening, but anger flaring in me. "Do vampires not know the meaning of privacy," I said throwing my towel in his face. "If you don't mind, I'm half naked here, and I would like to finish dressing!"
I started toward the master bathroom before Eric had me pinned against the wall. He held my wrists on either side of my head. I gasped as his face neared my neck, smelling my hair.
"I rather enjoy seeing you like that. You don't need clothing. In fact, I would love nothing more than to rip the last remnants off of you and ravish you right here."
He moved his head from my neck, bringing it inches from my face. Every part of my body was aching for him. My body was telling me to rip the clothes off of this beautiful specimen and let him take me until dawn. The feel of his touch on my wrists, and his dominion over me was enough to make me want to cry out in approval. My head however, wouldn't comply. Unfortunately for the rest of my body, it took over.
"Get off of me. I'm not going to be one of your fangbanger whores. I'm not going to jump into bed with you just because you're a vampire. I have morals! I'm old fashioned. Take me out for dinner and a movie a few times, compliment me every once in a while, then maybe I'll jump your bones, but not now. Just because you gave me your damn blood doesn't mean my judgment is out of the window."
He looked me over, a slight glimmer of shock erupted on his face as he let go of my wrists. "I have never been refused before, and I'm not fond of it. Humans practically jump at the opportunity to join me in bed. Male or female."
"Well, I'm sorry to have bruised your ego, but if you don't mind, I'm exhausted. Whatever the hell just happened to me earlier took a lot more out of me than I had originally thought, and I have a plane to catch tomorrow, so I must be getting ready for bed." I said, yawning and turning away from the vampire. "You can see yourself out can't you. I'm sorry for being a bad hostess, but if I don't go to sleep soon, I'm going to collapse." After my saddening decline of Eric's offer, a wave of exhaustion had slammed into me and it was taking to much precious energy to fight it off any longer. "I'll see you in Dallas, Eric."
He began towards the door as I was climbing into bed. He stopped at the doorway and looked over his shoulder to smile at me.
"Goodnight," he said before he left my house in a flash.
"Goodnight," I mumbled to the air.
As soon as my head had hit the pillow, I was asleep.
A/N: Sorry to have denied you guys some serious Eric action, but I personally think it's too soon to be adding it. I know, I know, I'm horrible, but like Rayne said, she's old fashioned. It was pretty steamy there for a minute though, eh? XD Anyways, review pretty pretty please?