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Chapter 2

EPOV

I awoke inside my travel coffin about an hour before sunset. Being cautious in an unfamiliar setting, I would wait a bit before getting out. I focused on the sounds around me. I detected nothing of concern and was about to open the hidden latch to the coffin lid when the door to my suite was opened. I was not concerned, as I was locked behind the bedroom door and still securely tucked away in my coffin. I could faintly here two voices, females, humans…dinner? That would certainly improve my mood. I was not looking forward to this evening, I never looked forward to spending time with Richard Harmon, the King of New York. I only agreed to the visit to get him to shut the fuck up. I know he is hoping he can secure my support in a political alliance. It would seem that his Canadian neighbors to the north are breathing down his neck, and he fears a takeover.

Richard is a worthless vampire, a pathetic excuse for a king. If you cannot defend what you claim as yours, it was never really yours at all. He allows himself to be controlled by fear and greed, both useless emotions. I am only here because of the extremely lucrative investment opportunities available in New York. I am nothing if not pragmatic, and I will turn every situation to my advantage. I wonder just how much my support is really worth to Richard.

I continue to listen to the women in the other room.

"you will be fine miss, just have a seat there."

…I hear one sit…

"give him this when he comes in…good girl"

Footsteps, the door to the hallway opens "goodnight miss" and the door closes. I can hear her heart beating from inside my coffin, I can almost smell her fear. Well at least this is a nice start to my trip. I decide to let her sit for a few minutes and stew. Let her imagination flavor her blood. Its amazing what anticipation, fear and lust can do to for the taste of even the most mundane of bloods. Blood taken at the height of orgasm is that much sweeter. In my 1000+ years I have studied the subtle nuances that can be found, awakened, and quite literally caressed out of the blood. Just thinking along these lines has peaked my hunger and I quickly check my messages before getting out of the coffin. Finding nothing but status reports from my day man Bobby, I undo the latch and raise the lid to sit up. Immediately I am assaulted be the sweetest smell. Its smells of honey and sunlight. Oh yes, this will be most enjoyable.

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As I open the bedroom door, I am hit with a wave of the intoxicating scent and I pause for a second to take in a deep breath of the heady elixir. So sweet…fae? but there is more. I notice a pure clean high note that can only be found in one type of blood, virgin. It seems that Richard has out done himself this time. Licking my lips I pull open the door and I am note sure what to make of the creature in from of me.

She is beautiful, stunning really, long blonde hair past her shoulders, smooth creamy skin glowing with a nice healthy tan. The lovely silk robe hinted at the treasures hidden underneath. What was curious was the way she had her eyes clenched shut and she seemed to be having difficulty calming her breathing. I couldn't help myself. With vampire speed I am in front of her.

"Well my, my, my. What do we have here?"

The way she jumped was so funny that I almost laughed out loud, until I met her eyes that is. They were the clearest blue like the sunniest of skies I could remember from my childhood so long ago. A moment passes then another, I vaguely register that she has now stopped breathing. As soon as I notice this, she faints. Not the reaction I was hoping for. Now that she is unconscious, here breathing has returned to normal and her heart rate is starting to slow down.

I study her for a moment. From my height I can see down the front of her robe and to her glorious cleavage that was encased in delicate blue silk and lace. There were garters just barely peeking from underneath the bottom of her robe. Mmmmmmm….fuck, was there anything sexier on a woman than garters (besides nothing at all?) I had a sudden vision of her bent over the arm of the couch, sans robe. I rub my hands over soft round ass, smacking it lightly, just enough to get her to arch her back. As she presents that luscious backside to me, I startle her by ripping off her panties.

With one hand I thrust two fingers into her slick heat making her moan and buck against the intrusion. My other hand has pulled out my cock, which has been hard as a rock since I first smelled her. She looks back at me from over her shoulder, her blue eyes swimming with lust. She licks her lips and begs "please…I want it so bad" I ask her what she wants. "oh, Eric…I want you to fuck me….please, I need you" She can hardly get the words out before I am buried in her, so wet, so hot. She screams out my name as I pound into her. I wind a hand into her hair, pulling her up against me. The new angle rips another scream from her. "oh god yesss…harder please!" I slam into as hard as I dare, I feel her getting closer. I reach down and rub her clit faster and faster. One tiny pinch send her over the edge, her tights walls spasm around my cock, milking my own orgasm from me as I plunge my fangs into her slender neck.

I snap back to reality and gaze at the silken angel before me. Her head has fallen to the side, exposing the smooth curve of her neck. I lean down and run my nose along the soft skin of her pulse, inhaling deeply. The perfume of her blood slammed into me and I was almost left reeling. My fangs forced themselves out and I had to fight the urge to tear into her neck and gorge on her. She was to intriguing to waste that way. There was much more fun to be had.

I raised my hand to brush some hair from her cheek. The touch must have startled her and her eyes began to flutter.

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SPOV

I felt breath on my neck, the an oddly cool touch across my cheek. Slowly my eyes opened and …wow. He was beautiful. The most gorgeous man I had ever seen. I had to look up because he was so tall, well over six feet and he was broad,. His t-shirt was straining against the muscles of his shoulders and chest. And what a fine chest it was. I looked up some more and found his eyes again. His eyes were blue like the clearest of Caribbean seas, his long blonde hair looked so soft and silky and almost the same color as my own. 'I could stare at him all day…' I thought dreamily. Then he smiled and I caught sight of his gleaming fangs. I screamed and threw myself to the other end of the couch, cowering like a child afraid of the boogeyman. Only this boogey man was real, and while he may be the sexiest man I had ever seen, this boogey man wanted me for dinner. The shocked look on his face would have been almost funny, if it hadn't been for the fangs. The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them.

"Please…Please don't hurt me!"

"Why would I hurt you?"

The questioning tone of his voice made look back up at him, his expression now more concerned, his fangs now noticeably absent from his mouth. "Are you alright?"

"H..here, this is f..for you." I stuttered and I handed him the envelope as I was instructed and went back to staring at my hands. He opened it and took a minute to read the page inside.

"So, it would seem you are to be the King's new pet and he has so graciously offered you to me first as a gift, a gesture of welcome, before he claims you. Well, isn't that nice of him?" He tossed the letter aside and leered at me. Slowly his words filtered into my brain and the blind panic was back with raging force. 'new pet…claim me!'

"You mean I have to go back to him, that monster? NO, he can't make me, I won't do that…No!" I was lost in my panic again, struggling to pull air into my lungs. My sobs turning hysterical, tears freely flowing down my face. I felt the I felt the space beside me shift and suddenly I was pulled onto his lap, his strong arms wrapping around me like a cocoon, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back.

"Ssshhh, calm down little one, breathe" I momentarily forgot that I was in the arms of the man that wanted me for dinner and began to compose myself, until he spoke again that is.

" Now tell me what has you in this state. Do you not want to be the king's pet? His voice was curious, almost mocking in its tone.

"No, of course not! He's disgusting!" I cried trying to jump from his lap, failing when his grip tightened. He stared at me like he trying to figure out a particularly hard math problem, but he continued to stroke my back.

"You are here against your will." It wasn't a question, but I nodded anyway and looked up. Again I got lost in the blue of his eyes. "Tell me why you are here." The intensity of his gaze was starting to make me uncomfortable so I looked away.

He grabbed my chin gently and turned my face back to his. "How did you do that?" I swear his stare was trying to bore a hole into me. There was a pressure behind my eyes that seemed to be building and it was starting to give me a headache.

"Do what?"

"Nevermind." And just like that the pressure was gone. Well that was…weird.

"Now, will you tell me what's going on, and why you are here against your will?" I wasn't sure if I could trust this guy. I mean I didn't know him from Adam's housecat and I was pretty sure I was still on the menu.

"What's your name" I asked him, not really sure why I was asking.

"Eric"

'Oh, well ummm, I'm Sookie, I guess."

"You guess?" He quirked his eyebrow up and for some reason I had to fight the urge to lick it. I blushed at the thought. 'you can't just go licking strangers Sookie, especially ones that can kill you!'

"I want to help you Sookie, if you will let me. But you need to tell me what's wrong."

"Why would you want to help me?" Was he serious?

"Honestly, I do not know, but I find myself unable to just walk away."

"It's a pretty long story…."

"Sookie, I have all the time in the world."