Hello sweetheart! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I did it again, didn't I? I've just been so busy. I got a part time job and I write articles on top of my job and now, today, I quit from my workplace cause I finally found a place to go. I'll be starting there in two weeks and I'm really excited about it. So, wish me luck!
So, I was meaning to let you all know, that the story is about...5 chapters away from being complete, just so it doesn't come as a surprise to anyone. After that I plan on either continuing "Need" or picking out something new. I don't know if to continue that one shot or not, cause I'm afraid it'll just resemble "Eternal Night" too much. For those of you who've been with me through that story and read Need already know you sense a somewhat possibility for things to resemble. If I can find a way to take it on another road and still be awesome, I promise to continue, cause there's nothing I like better than VampSookie.
So, Big thanks go to Keri (BelleViolette) who helped me out with this chap. If you haven't read her story, "Spellbound", you really should cause it's freaking awesome. So look her up in my fav list if you don't already follow her.
k. I'm shutting up now. I love you all and thank you for your wonderful response!
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Hope in my heart
As a new day
Has dawned
I see your light
On the wings
Of a dove
Lifting me up
As the dark
Clouds retreat
Courage transcends
And you make me
Complete
Hope in my heart
With the advent
Of spring
I am reborn
With the love
That you bring
Now at last
My dream is real
I found peace
True love can heal
On the journey
Throughout time
A new beginning
Has arrived
At the crossroads
Of my life
This new love
Keeps me alive
I never knew that this
Could happen to me
So many lonely days
And nights
I never knew
That you were
Waiting for me
Hope was out of dight
And suddenly I see
The future clearly
No longer
Living in the past
As I let go
Living the dream
Of my life
I was alone
No-one in sight
This love
Make me believe
That you're the one
Never give up
Our day has come
I never felt that this
Could happen to me
So many lonely days
And lonely nights
I never knew
That you were
Waiting for me
Hope was out of sight
And suddenly I see
The future clearly
Finally I know
At last
I can let go
(Judas Priest - New Beginning)
EPOV
This piece of shit had gotten to Sookie. Again. I wanted to damage him to the point of no return, but I knew that it wouldn't help in any way and it could also distance Sookie from me, which I certainly didn't want. She was spooked enough as it was.
Bill opened his eyes after a few minutes but was smart enough to not move another muscle. I spent the time until Bud got here glaring at him and daring him to make a move. I'd have loved to punch him again.
Bud came through the backdoor with Sookie on his tail. He put his hands on his hips and stopped near me.
"Well, well, if it isn't our number one suspect. I'll take it from here, Eric," Bud said and bent down, cuffs in his hand and turned Bill on his abdomen.
"You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say can, and will be used against you in the court of law," he recited as Sookie attached herself to my side.
"I didn't do anything. It wasn't me!" Bill finally said, fear in his voice.
"That's for us to decide, Compton," the Sheriff said and led him around the house to what I supposed was his car out front.
"Oh, thank God Bud came. I called the detective and he told me to call the Sheriff here in Bon Temps because he'd take some time to get here. I was so scared. I can't believe he was cheating on me with Yvetta of all people," Sookie said and I tightened my arms around her.
"I think that was aimed towards me. He probably thought he was hurting me by fucking her," I reasoned.
"He said he didn't know she was dating you. He was surprised when I told him so. He had the gall to think that she came after me because he told her he wanted to end their affair so he could win me back."
"It might have been what triggered it. We both dumped her for you. I think it's safe to say you were the target of her rage. But even if Bill didn't hold her hand while she burned the house, he must have known something was off, so he's just as guilty," I told her, the bit of Psychology 101 I took in college finally proving useful.
"I hope the detective gets here soon. I need to give him my statement and then I just want to forget about this and get on with our day. I feel like if we don't, they win," she said and I understood her perfectly.
We walked to the house and into the kitchen. Bud joined us soon after and Sookie put on some coffee.
"Bill is in the car and I'll be taking him to Shreveport when the detective comes. He called the station and got routed to me. He said he wants to take your statement. He was already on his way so it shouldn't take long before he's here," the old Sheriff said and we both nodded.
Bud had been the chief in town since before my father and I relocated. He was a nice guy and he always tried to resolve problems on the down low instead of using force. That is, until someone pushed the limit. He hated female abusers so they got a "nice" treatment in county jail. His sister had been abused by her husband and he put that man in hospital before he arrested him. Since he had been a good friend of Adele's, he regarded Sookie as his own granddaughter and he knew me because, in most visits he paid Adele, I was here. I knew he would be sorry Bill wouldn't be in one of his cells as soon as he heard Sookie's statement.
"Want some coffee, Bud?" Sook asked and he accepted her offer with a smile.
"Thank you dear. I like what you did with the house," he complimented.
"It was Eric's idea. It was supposed to play the role of get-away home, but now that his house burned down, we're moving here," she explained.
"Yes, I heard all about it. That girl hasn't confessed yet, but there's enough evidence for multiple convictions. Arson, property damage, and I'm fairly certain attempted murder will be on her list soon enough," Bud said as he sipped his coffee.
"Add premeditation to that, too. She sent us both a message over a week ago. She had been planning to kill me," Sookie pointed out and the Sheriff simply nodded.
He was watching both of us move around the kitchen, how we interacted and what we said.
"So you two are finally together, I heard," he finally said.
"Yes," I replied and took Sookie's hand.
"Well, you're a good man. I watched you growing up. However, hurt her and you'll have to deal with me, understood?" he issued his warning.
"Perfectly, sir," I replied and smiled to myself. I loved when others were as protective of Sookie as I was.
The sound of another car making its way up the driveway reached our ears and Bud abandoned his coffee to greet the detective.
He was short and chubby, and his eyes told me that he had seen way too much ugliness. His clothes were clean and pressed and he looked like he knew what he was doing. He shot Compton a despising look. He exchanged a few words with Bud and then followed him inside the house.
"Good day! Ms. Stackhouse, it's good to see you're ok," he greeted her and shook my hand.
"Thank you, Detective…" she trailed.
"Edgington," he introduced himself.
"Nice to meet you. Thank you for coming so soon."
"This case is my first priority at the moment. We don't get many arsonists around these parts and the chiefs want it resolved as soon as possible," the detective admitted.
"Well, it looks to me like you got the bad guys," she said bitterly.
"Yes, she's yet to admit it, but we have enough evidence. We're to determine what Compton's part is."
"He was dating her. They were having an affair before I broke off the engagement," Sookie told him.
"I thought he was Northman's ex-girlfriend," he said confused.
"She was," I said dryly.
"Well, this case is looking more and more like one of those tele-novellas my wife watches," he remarked.
"Seems like it," Sookie said and plopped down on a chair.
"Are you ready to give me your statement. I want to get out of your hair and to question Compton. Why is he dirty? Did you fight?" he asked, looking me up and down for evidence of the same dirt.
"No. I punched him once and put him out, but he was already dusty and dirty. I think he must have been hiding in the woods behind the house," I reasoned and he nodded.
"Well, if you'll excuse us, we need to take her statement," he said and pointed to Sookie.
"Can't he stay?" she pleaded.
"I'm sorry, but he has to go. You're a witness and we need to ask you questions alone."
"It's ok, love. I'll be in the living room. I'll call Alcide about the fence," I told her and left the room after kissing her cheek, although what I really wanted to do was sit there with her, holding her as she went over what she went through.
I called Alcide and told him what had happened after we got here and he was fuming, cursing himself for not beating Bill as he had wanted to when he visited him right after Sookie moved in with me. He said the fence wasn't finished off the end of the property, as I expected, and that some workers would head over to finish welding the last pieces.
By the time I finished talking to Alcide, which took longer than I thought, since he made me tell him how I knocked Bill out – twice - the detective had finished taking Sookie's statement. As I expected, Bud was fuming.
"Tell me you at least decked him good," he said, his fists clenching and unclenching.
"Yes. Right after he hit Sookie and earlier again."
He didn't say anything, but he nodded gravely. He must have figured out that if I managed to put Bill's lights out for a few minutes, my fist must weight quite a bit.
The two policemen left after promising to keep us posted about the case. I hugged Sookie in silence and asked if there was something she wanted to talk about, but she simply shook her head.
"Let's just go. I need to change scenery and get my mind off what happened. We have shopping to do," she said, instantly cheering up at the thought of getting the furniture.
"Ok, then," I agreed and took her hand.
In no time we were at the biggest furniture store in Shreveport, which not-so-secretly copied Ikea's business model.
We picked out two cream couches for the living room as we needed enough sitting room for our large group of friends. A couple more armchairs and a loveseat in the same color, white curtains and dark-chocolate drapes as well as couch blankets in the same color. We also picked a shaggy cream colored carpet and a couple of coffee tables. We even found a large dining table with nice chairs to put in the far side of the living room. Since it was such a big room, we had plenty of space for everything.
We both loved books so we picked a lot of bookcases. One would cover the entire wall as you entered the living room, while shorter ones would go under the windows for the entire length of the room. We even found a way to put bookcases next to the staircase. We decided on drawers for the office since we wanted to keep the walls bare, or at least covered with paintings and such. Speaking of which, we picked two large desks and two comfy chairs to go with them and a few clutter-helpers.
Sookie wanted a large master bed so we picked a California king size since I needed plenty of leg room. We joked that from now on we'd be setting appointments to meet in the middle of the bed at midnight. A gazillion bed sheets, pillows and a comfy mattress later we reached the baby section of the store.
She smiled at me and I thought, what the hell, go for it.
"Do you want to set the room ahead?" I asked and she gasped.
"You really weren't joking when you said you can't wait to knock me up, were you?" she asked, but she was smiling.
"Nope. We don't have to have the baby now, but we can set the room so we don't have to worry later," I told her, secretly hoping she'd offer to start trying as soon as possible.
"But we don't know what we'll have," she argued. "How will I know to pick?"
"I'm fairly certain you already know, Lover," I whispered in her ear and she shivered lightly. She knew I was talking about her dream.
"There was a boy and a girl, but I couldn't tell which one was older and which younger. They were both about the same height," she said and it was news to me. She had never shared that before.
"Well, maybe we'll have twins," I suggested and she looked horrified. "What?" I had to ask.
"They're going to be your babies, Eric. I'm scared at the thought of having one giant growing inside of me. I can't think of two at the same time," she said and I had to laugh at that. She had a point. "Plus, there are no twins in my family and as far as I know there are none in yours either. There usually is at least a known case."
"Well, let's get a crib and whatever else we need and we keep the sheets and everything else that color coordination for later on. Pick neutral colors or one of each," I suggested and she smiled, sighed once and then proceeded to chose a crib, changing table, a comfy rocking armchair, white curtains and a tall wardrobe.
"I want to put the changing table on the dresser Gran left me, made by my Grandfather," she said when I suggested getting one.
I had to smile as I saw her preparing the room for our future child. I was getting a little horny as well, if I was being honest.
"So, the rooms across from ours for our babies and the bedroom downstairs for our office, right?" she asked and I nodded, catching her in a hug.
We passed the code list to the clerk and his eyes sparkled at the size of the purchase. He said we'd have the entire load brought to the address within the day, which was sooner than I expected, and he said he'd send a bunch of helpers "on the house". I guess that's what happens when you pay so much money for furniture.
After all hours spent in the shop, we were both famished so we head over to a little restaurant around the corner. We could have gone to the coffee shop, but we felt like we needed to be just the two of us, so we opted against the idea, knowing that we'd at least bump into Alcide, if not anyone else.
"We're leaving on December 20th," I told Sookie as we were eating our first course.
"Really? I can't wait!" she said excitedly and I was happy she was eager to go.
"Yep. I booked the flight, rented a car and even talked with the bank manager so he knows to expect us. He was an old friend of my mother's so he's eager to see me and to meet you," I said.
"You told him about me?"
"Of course. He asked if I was married yet. I used to play with his son and he's already married and his wife is pregnant. We might meet with them," I told her.
"Sure, that'd be nice," she smiled.
We went home later that day and managed to make plans for the back porch. We both wanted it to be a green oasis so we decided to get some climbing plants on the sides of the trellis (take a look at the pic. Let me know if you have any ideas how it's called).
By the time we were done designing the perfect garden, the clerk from the store called and told us the truck was on its way.
Five men were sent to help us carry everything. I didn't let Sookie lift anything, but she still insisted on helping us unpack. I directed the men to depositing the various packages in the respective rooms and I knew we'd be spending the next few hours putting everything together. Alcide and my father showed up when we finished taking everything from the truck and offered to help. Sookie winked at me and the puzzle was solved as I was wondering how they knew we needed help.
Lafayette came, half hour later and went directly to Sookie to help her with the drapes and curtains that needed length fitting.
By dinner time, most of the furniture was in its place. I had previously closed the door to the future nursery to avoid raised eyebrows and questions from our friends. Plus, I wanted to put those together by myself.
The rooms looked beautiful and it all smelled new. They made fun of us by asking if we were planning to move the Library of Congress in our living room, when they counted the bookshelves we had bought.
We were a total of 14 men and Sookie in the house as Alcide's workers joined us when they finished working on the fence in the back. Since it was impossible to make that much food I just went ahead and ordered a pizza each. Easier, right?
It was 10 at night when everyone left and we were left to our new, beautiful house.
"It's perfect," I said, admiring our work.
"It is," she said and kissed my chin.
The living room looked beautiful with the two couches and the armchairs in the center, staged around the fluffy carpet and the coffee tables. The wall with the door leading from the foyer was filled with a bookcase and so was the right wall. It looked like a continuous row of shelves, hidden perfectly under the window sills. The white curtains hung to the top of each shelf, and the chocolate colored drapes hugged each window.
At the far side of the room there was the large dining table.
The bedroom looked cozy and we just needed to fill the closets with our clothes. There were already a dozen sheets and pillow cases tucked away on the shelves. I helped Sookie make the bed only to help her dishevel it minutes later. She laughed like a loon as I jumped on top of her making her bounce in the middle of the bed.
The next morning I woke before her and closed myself in the room across the hall. I put together the crib and dresser, and made sure to set everything in its place. I was startled when Sookie came into the room, her bare feet padding over the hardwood. She looked at me with a question on her face before she registered the entire room. She smiled warmly at me and "awwwwed" before jumping in my arms.
Two weeks later
SPOV
The last weeks had been hectic. It seemed like this day would never come and yet, here it was, the big night. The book looked wonderful, and you really could tell how fitting the picture we took was. Pam was right. As usual, she'd say.
She was proud as a peacock. The book had received wonderful reviews prior to the launch and the newspaper that sold with the excerpt had been gone from the newsstands before any of us could find a copy.
I had already given out an interview to CNN so everyone was hyped about the book. Who knew an unknown writer could get so much press? I sure didn't. I'm guessing it was all because of Pam and her meddling, but I certainly couldn't complain. Hey, they called me "one of the most promising writers of the decade". I was afraid Eric wouldn't be able to peel me off the ceiling when I read that review.
Our home was wonderful and since we'd been so busy, we were planning a housewarming party after the event died down. We'd all just slump around the couches and play cards, but it was the type of gathering we all wanted to relax to after recent events.
A few days after we moved in the detective called. Apparently Yvetta was a few pieces shy of a complete puzzle and said she wanted to harm me because she was jealous of me. Well, of me and my friendship with Eric, that is. She was with Eric when she figured out that the Bill I was engaged to was actually her coworker. Yes, they worked together. She started the affair with Bill in hopes to hurt me. Well, that didn't go as she expected... I had no idea if there had been others before Yvetta that Bill cheated with, and I didn't care, because, in the end, she did me the biggest favor of them all. When Eric had dumped her she derailed off the sanity tracks and started trying to find a way to hurt both me and Eric. She offered to help Bill get back at me, without him knowing who she really was. Not that that's an excuse to what he agreed to. She told him that she was going to burn down the house while Eric was inside, thus eliminating his competition and allowing him to be the shoulder I cried on. However, he says that he backed down at the last minute and dumped her, saying he wanted to win me back in his own way. Yvetta went ahead with her plan, however, which wasn't to kill Eric, but me. They found a notepad with the times we left the house and that meant she had most likely been watching us for some time.
Yvetta would be tried for attempted murder, premeditated assault, arson and a long list of other petty accusations that would keep her in prison for a long time, while Bill was going to be tried as an accomplice to what she did to me and, since he was the idiothe was and spoke before lawyering up, with attempting to kill Eric. Plus, he was going to be tried for trespassing and assault.
Good riddance, if you asked me.
I was in our bedroom, looking into the mirror, trying to adjust the dress. It was black, floor length, sweetheart neckline, covered with pleated tulle that went over my right shoulder with a little rose detail. There was a beaded belt at the waist, marking my shape. It was a gift from Lafayette and, once again, I was refused to know the price. My hair was gathered in what looked to be a messy bun, but which took Lafayette an hour to arrange. He had also done my makeup, and my eyes now looked mysterious and smoky. My necklace laid, like always, on my clavicle.
"Wow, Lover, you look beautiful," Eric said as he entered the room. He had just returned from the coffee-shop, making sure everything looked perfect.
"Thank you. You should get dressed as well," I told him and he nodded, before going into the bathroom. He stopped on his way to give me a kiss and hurried inside. My feet were bare and I walked downstairs, set on not climbing into the pumps Pam had bought for me until the very last minute.
Lafayette was decked in a suit, and he looked quite handsome, although, I had to admit, it was weird to see him without his glitter.
"Hookah, it's your time to shine tonight. I couldn't possibly have worn sparkles. You the center of attentiiiion tonight," he said and who was I to argue.
Eric came down the stairs, looking handsome as ever, dressed in black from head to toe. His blonde hair was gelled back and he looked striking. A few of his buttons were undone and you could see his necklace laying against his skin. Yumm.
"Are you ready?" he asked and I nodded my consent and we left the house, with Lafayette in tow.
The café was almost full by the time we got there and a lot of reporters were outside. It seemed like everyone in the media was trying to cover the story. I walked along with Eric and we stopped for a few pictures like Pam had instructed. The windows of the café were completely covered with posters of the book. I felt so proud.
We got inside and met with all our friends, plus a lot of people who wanted a copy of "Eternal Night". We had brought a few hundred copies to sell and I was going to sign copies at a table specifically set. After talking to a few reporters and critics I went onto a small stage set near the bar and read the first chapter to an enthralled audience. I was met with applause and I couldn't help but smile widely.
Halfway through the night I noticed a lot of people eyeing the cover and then looking back from me to Eric, trying to figure out if we were, indeed, the models. It didn't help that Eric had the same type of shirt on, with the same exact patch of skin visible to the lusty girls. I made sure, from then on, to keep him close to me. He chuckled, but did as I asked. He knew it wasn't just because I was nervous.
It was 11 PM by the time we went home, the entire troop on our tail.
"Oh, God, that was exhausting and beautiful and wonderful and exhilarating at once," I said as I slumped onto the couch.
"You were wonderful!" Pam bragged and went on to tell me how fast we were out of books and how much traffic the coffee shop would now have, since it hosted the launch.
"It was perfect," Eric whispered in my ear as he took a seat next to me and draped a hand over my shoulders.
Although it would have been more comfortable, none of us changed from our preppy clothes. Amelia and Diantha were sitting on the carpet, silk dresses and all, Pam was beside me in her Herve Ledger body-tight constriction of a dress, while Alcide, Leif, Lafayette and Stan had at least taken off their suit jackets. We joked and laughed, we drank and played poker until everyone started feeling the effect of the evening. Since they had all drank a glass or two, they decided to stay overnight. While Pam and Stan took over one extendable couch and Diantha and Alcide the other (much to our surprise), Leif decided to head home. Lafayette joined the two armchairs to make a bed of sorts while Amelia fit perfectly on the loveseat.
Eric and I retreated upstairs, eager to get out of our clothes. We had been teasing one another for hours now and I needed to feel him against me.
He had my dress opened before we even made it through the door of our bedroom. He closed the door with his foot and pushed me on the bed, his hand under the skirt of my dress, rubbing me, before I could even yelp.
"Do you have any idea how good you look, Lover? How much you've tormented me all night in this sexy dress of yours? How much I wanted you for myself while everyone wanted a piece of you at the event?" he whispered huskily in my ear, making me shiver with want.
I clawed at his arms like I was swimming in the ocean and he was the only lifeline I had. I trailed the exposed skin of his chest before ripping open his shirt, buttons flying everywhere around us. He growled and attacked my lips, kissing me like he wanted to devour me. And maybe he did. His fingers were now dancing inside my panties, making my eyes roll into the back of my head.
I pushed him off of me and he looked at me with confusion in his eyes, wondering if he had done anything wrong. I stood up and let the dress pool at my feet, before pushing his shirt off his shoulders. My hands went to his belt before the shirt even hit the floor and I pushed my hand inside his pants, wrapping my fist around his cock.
He helped me drop his pants and he gathered me in his arms and threw me on the bed. I fumbled with my bra as he ripped off my panties and delved between my thighs. His tongue made my eyes roll in the back of my head, but I didn't have the patience.
"Fuck me, Eric, please," I begged and he crawled up my body, positioned himself between my open legs and pushed forward. He kissed me, trying to cover the moan that left my throat as he entered me. I could taste myself on his lips and it turned me on. I brought my legs up his sides, hugging his ribs, changing the angle and with it, the places he hit inside me. I gasped and he started adding a roll of his hips, hitting my clit with every push. I clawed at his back and my own back arched off the bed as I suddenly came. I felt like I was spiraling into abyss and I held onto Eric through my high. I could feel him swelling inside of me and after a few more pushes he came too, whispering my name over and over again.
"I love you," echoed through the room.
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