Fangtasia Stories: The Trouble With Bill Compton
Set at the beginning of Club Dead
Eric was sitting behind his desk working on his laptop, going over his standard monthly area report to send to the queen. God, he was bored. He contemplated looking at more vamp porn, then sighed, and tried to return to the business at hand. The report was due tomorrow, and Sophie-Anne was seriously anal about time-keeping. Hmmm. Anal.
He sat back in his chair and closed his eyes.
Pam knocked twice on the door and entered the room.
"Yes?"
"I hate to interrupt but there's someone here to see you." Pam was smirking, and quite randomly, she was wearing a tiny sombrero. Eric gave her a confused look, but let it go. Perhaps Vogue had decided they were in this season, and it was some kind of fashion statement.
"Who is it?"
"Sookie," Pam smiled.
Eric perked up. "Oh really?" Perhaps she had finally decided to yield to him. Eric straightened up in his chair. "Show her in."
He closed his laptop, and then opened it again, but closed down all the porn site pages, and the FrontierVille game he'd been playing, since that was also slightly embarrassing. He shook his head and checked for stray, loose hairs on his shirt, and pulled one off. He thought about undoing another shirt button but there was already plenty of chest on display. He leaned his elbows on the desk, and pressed the pads of his fingers together in front of him. The look he was aiming for was seductive, powerful, and very, very available for sex. Right here. Right now.
Pam opened the door, and in walked Sookie. She was wearing a short, red, quite revealing summer dress, and shiny red heels. Delectable. He gestured for her to sit down in the chair opposite, and she did so. Without any of her usual characteristic smirking, Pam politely closed the door and left.
"Sookie. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"I'm sorry to come over unannounced, Eric. I hope you weren't busy."
"Not at all." He cast a sideways glance at his laptop, just as a pop-up advertisement appeared for some sort of human sex aid. He flipped the top shut. "You are... alone?" His eyebrow-raising was even more pronounced than usual; very high and at a seriously acute angle.
"Yes." Sookie blushed a little. Delicious.
He relaxed the brow.
"You have decided to yield to me."
She couldn't meet his gaze as she responded.
"Yes. I can't stop thinking about you. When we kissed at that orgy, well, it was so... exciting. And the way you nearly took me on the hood of your car, I don't think I ever wanted anything so bad. I can't stop thinking about the sight of your fantastic backside so perfectly encased in that pink Lycra. You're so much more superior to Bill in every way." She shook her head and the beautiful golden waves cascaded down over her bare shoulders. "I don't know what I was thinking."
"Hmm. That makes two of us. You have come to your senses. This is good." He gestured with two fingers using a 'come hither' motion. He intended to be using that signature finger move again, later, under different and more sensual circumstances.
"Come here."
At his command, Sookie rose from her seat, slowly walked around his desk, and stood beside him. Eric looked up at her, considering what he wanted to do to her first. So many options, and each of them, so very pleasing.
He took her hand and guided her so she was standing in between his legs, perched on the edge of the desk. He leaned forward and caressed her soft bare legs from her calves all the way up the outside of her thighs, under the skirt of her dress and up to her hips. He stroked at the lace of her delicate underwear beneath his fingers, and resisted the urge to tear at them. Instead, he gently ran his palms over her simply divine ass and back down her legs, before taking her by the hand again, guiding her closer toward him.
"Kiss me Eric." Her breathy request was like sweet music to his ears.
He leaned up, and groaned as he got to sample the touch and taste of her sweet lips once again. Sookie wrapped her arms around his neck, and their kiss deepened, their desire building. He pulled her closer, onto his lap, and relished the taste of her, and the beautiful soft moans she was emitting into his mouth.
As they kissed, Eric felt for the zipper at the back of Sookie's dress and eased it down. He gently tugged at the straps of the dress, and Sookie happily obliged him by slipping her arms out of them herself. Eric kissed at the soft, warm skin of her neck, before sucking lightly on the flesh beneath her ear. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and he fought the urge to nip and taste her. Not yet.
He massaged one of her breasts in his hands, and allowed his thumb to brush her already hardening nipple through the silky material of her bra. She leaned into his grasp, and searched once again for his lips, running her fingers through his hair, kissing him for all she was worth as he continued his sublime assault on her nipple.
She finally pulled away, breathing heavily.
"I want you so bad Eric. Please. Please take me."
"Soon. Be patient. Don't fret Sookie, I fully intend to give you what you want."
He pulled her bra down a little and lowered his head to kiss her breast, before cupping it in his hand and laving at her nipple with his tongue. Sookie threw her head back and cried out in her pleasure. He was dead-on with the breast stimulation. She was loving it, and it was certainly no chore to oblige her. In fact, feeling her body writhe and respond to him this way was beyond pleasurable. It was like having a favorite hobby, then realizing there was a whole secret super-club he never came across before. Sookie was a revelation.
He gently licked and sucked, teasing her nipple to an even firmer peak, before taking more of her breast into his mouth and sucking harder on her soft flesh. My God, I could never, ever get enough of these, he thought. He considered the possibility of getting a cast of them, so he could look at them and play with them, when she wasn't around and available to be fondled. A magnificent bronze pair for his desk, a more life-like rubber set to keep with him at all times when required, along with an emergency spare to keep in the trunk of his car, and perhaps an ice-sculpted version, to keep in the freezer and bring out as a center-piece for special occasions. The possibilities were endless.
"More." Sookie breathed. "I need more of you, Eric. All of you."
He wrapped an arm around her and stood, leaning Sookie back on the desk while still kissing her. He indiscriminately brushed all the items on his desk onto the floor. Pens, papers, Tabasco sauce, his telephone, even his laptop, went crashing to the floor, and he pressed her down onto the flat surface with his body. Her dress had already ridden up to her thighs, but he pushed it up further, before gripping her behind the knee, and grinding himself against her.
"Oh God, Eric."
"Do you want this Sookie? Tell me this is what you want."
"Yes. Yes, I want you." She placed the palm of her hand against his cheek and brushed her thumb over his lips. Eric's tongue darted out, and he couldn't resist taking the tip into his mouth and biting down just a little. Sookie shuddered beneath him. "Please," she breathed.
Eric straightened up and ripped his shirt from his body, tossing it aside, before undoing his overly-elaborate, unashamedly over-the-top belt-buckle. Sookie sat up, leaning on her elbows, and watched him, her face flushed with desire and her eyes wide with her desperate need. He stepped out of his pants and her eyes widened even further at the sight of him fully naked. And fully erect.
"Eric, I...I..."
Eric was used to the rather-scared-yet-incredibly-excited face that his nakedness tended to induce. Honestly, it never got boring. Somehow though, seeing that look on Sookie's face was even more satisfying than usual.
"Don't worry, Sookie, I'll be gentle. You have nothing to fear from me."
A slight tug, and her dress had pooled on the floor, and Eric kicked it aside. Then his mouth was on hers once more, and he took the opportunity to rid her of her bra and fully release those oh so wonderful breasts. He trailed his mouth down her neck and further down her body, kissing, licking, and sucking as he went, careful not to pierce her beautiful soft skin with his fangs as he worked. Her skin tasted like nothing he had ever encountered before. Like what he imagined one of those fruity ice-cream sundaes might taste like. Fresh, and sweet, and creamy. He couldn't wait to dip his extra long spoon in, get to the cherry.
"Yes. So good."
He got to her belly, and Sookie gripped at the edge of the desk as he hooked his fingers into her panties and began to tug them down.
Come hither.
"Eric."
"Hmm."
"Eric!"
"What?" Eric opened his eyes and looked at Pam with a great deal of anger and frustration but absolutely no embarrassment as she caught him at the hottest part of his fantasy.
"I do hate to interrupt while you're so incredibly busy, but I need to speak with you urgently. You were just jerking off under your desk weren't you?"
"What is so urgent?"
"I wish you'd warn me. It's unhygienic. I touch that laptop sometimes."
"Shut the fuck up, Pam. You've seen me jerking off loads of times. You should have knocked. Why have you been touching my laptop?"
"Just because I've seen you bash the bishop on repeated occasions in my long, long life, doesn't mean it should appeal to me any more." She shrugged her shoulders. "It's gross."
"Since when did you become such a prude? We used to have masturbation competitions, don't you remember?"
"Yes, I was champion 12 years running." Pam raised her chin and stood proudly.
"You cheated. You faked."
"Oh puh-lease. I don't fake, it's demeaning and cowardly. I've not faked since I was with you. You're a sore loser."
"I was sore, yes, for a while. Twelve straight hours of wanking can do that, even for a quick healer like me. And there's absolutely no way you ever faked it when we had sex, Pam."
"Indira's maker used to make her study languages and practice deep meditation."
They both laughed out loud.
"And didn't she say he used to make her carve gourds?" Eric asked.
"She can still do it! The other day she carved a perfect image of Maxwell Lee into a butternut squash!" Pam held her sides as she continued to chuckle. "It was uncanny. When you turned it to the side it seemed like he was winking!"
"Aah-ha!" Eric wiped away a bloody tear with the knuckle of his finger. "Well, you were the lucky one. You really hit the jackpot, maker-wise. By the way, Pam, were you wearing a small sombrero earlier?"
"No."
Eric knotted his brow, and then shook his head. "No matter."
"What's going on with you anyway? You're all weird. Or should I say frustrated. You've been such a joy to be around the last couple of weeks."
"Just because someone chooses to go on a date with Fisty Palmer, in his own office, does not mean he's acting out of the ordinary. Onanism is not a crime, Pamela. I pump the python in here all the time."
Pam narrowed her eyes at him. "No, you don't. You get some random fang banger in here to give you a hand job."
Eric looked disgusted. "I have standards, Pam. Did you see that coach-load that came in earlier?"
"Yes."
"They smelt all damp and woody. Like wet dog." Eric sighed. "I'm bored of fang bangers. They disgust me."
"Even the hot ones?"
Eric thought about it, and shrugged. "Most of them. It's just no fun any more, Pam."
Pam gave him a look of concern, then smiled. "Does this have anything to do with a certain Bon Temps belle?"
Eric stared at her, before zipping himself up and putting his feet up on the desk.
"No."
"You took too long. That's definitely it. Were you fantasizing about Sookie?"
"Will you stop distracting me with the masturbation talk? What is this urgent matter?"
"What the fuck is going on with you? I know she's cute, but, seriously. Is it because she's in love with Bill? Because she's playing hard to get? Or is it the freaky telepathic thing? The boobs?"
"That is quite enough." Eric adopted the firm tone he usually used when Pam was taking her snarky comments too far. It was a tone she used to quite enjoy, in a sexual way, many years ago. "Stop being so insubordinate. Remember your place."
Pam's nipples hardened instinctively and she lowered her gaze to indicate her apology. She couldn't believe he still managed to do that. It was embarrassing and, well, it was just wrong. She silently chided her unruly nipples.
"My news relates to a certain Bill Compton."
Eric suddenly became much more interested.
"Yes. What about him?"
"He should've called long ago, as we arranged, and he hasn't."
"So? Perhaps he has decided he is not man enough to come back and tell Sookie that he's pussy-whipped and dumping her for his bitch of a maker. Well, I suppose I will have to be the shoulder to cry on." Eric smiled at his child. "Bring me a box of tissues, three tubs of ice-cream, and a selection of chick-flick movies. Perhaps some massage oil and some of those sex toys. I might even pop some Lycra on, for good measure. I will be needing to comfort our telepath."
"You hate weeping."
"Oh, she will not be crying for long. She'll soon be over him. And under me."
Pam rolled her eyes. "It's not just that Bill's late, something has happened."
"Hmm?"
"I called one of our contacts in Mississippi. There was some sort of incident at the airport. Bill never even got on the plane. He's missing."
"What?"
Pam filled him in on some of the details she'd learned. When she'd finished, Eric sat back in his chair and thought about it. He summed up his thoughts in one word.
"Fuck."
"What? I mean I know we should probably be concerned, but really, who gives a shit about Bill anyway?"
"The queen will, if she finds out something has happened to her precious little project worker."
"Oh. Fuck."
Eric momentarily gave in to his anger and kicked a filing tray off his desk.
"Compton. What a lot of trouble he is. Do you know what the real trouble with Bill is?"
"Yes, but go on."
"He thinks he is some big-shot modern vampire, with his secret projects and his cheap, tacky mainstreaming websites, but he is simply an inept embarrassment. And do you know what annoys me most about him?"
"His loafers? His floppy bangs?"
"No, but those are definitely top 20, maybe top 15. The thing that annoys me the most is that I always have to clean up his mess."
"Well personally I hate his over-the-top accent and exaggerated brooding, and the way he jingles his change in his pocket, to try to hide the fact he is touching himself. Oh, and the way he makes a little noise of appreciation and cocks his head to one side when he sips on his TrueBlood, like it's really tasty and doesn't actually taste like ass."
"Hmm. Yes, those things would definitely be up there, too. Let's face it, Pam, we could sit here amusing ourselves for hours making a list, but we simply don't have the time. If we knew what little secret job he'd been working on..."
"Do you think that has something to do with why he was taken?"
"I think it's likely. Why else would anyone take Bill? Because they needed sideburn-grooming and slacks advice?"
"Did you find out what he was working on yet?"
"No, I have not." Eric's muscles tightened. He hated being kept in the dark. The lack of control.
"Perhaps we should visit his house?"
"I already sent Clancy last night. Nada. Ingenting. Niente. Nothing but shabby antique furnishings, apparently." Eric had known that Bill was working on something for the queen for some time, but still had no idea what that was. It was very frustrating for Eric to know business was going on behind his back in his area. The fact that it was Compton keeping secrets somehow made it twice as annoying.
Pam crossed her arms in front of her chest and huffed.
"Perhaps Sookie knows? If she knew what a shit Bill was she'd probably tell us."
"Hmm."
"She has a right to know."
Eric closed his eyes and groaned. Truthfully, he didn't want to tell her. Certainly, this turn of events might make it easier to get Sookie naked and writhing in ecstasy beneath him, or on top, whatever, it was all good. But he knew that she would take the news badly. There would probably be considerable weeping involved, and Pam was right, he was particularly averse to weeping. He didn't even enjoy the taste of tears, as some vampires quite bizarrely seemed to. It was just salt water, after all. Still, he'd have a taste of Sookie's, if she offered.
Bill should be the one to tell her, the fucking idiot. Then Sookie could be in no doubt about what an absolute bastard he'd been to her. There were other, perhaps slightly more manipulative reasons for keeping the truth from her, too.
"We might need her assistance in locating him. If she knows the reality of what he has done then she might not care enough to want to offer her help so freely. If he's still broody-moody-computer-geek-with-fangs sweet-loving-boyfriend Bill then she'll want to help us find him, and be more willing to divulge any useful information she knows. When we find him he can do the dirty work himself."
Pam wasn't convinced. She was no Bill fan (seriously, who was?) and the revelation of him cheating on Sookie made her even more pissed at him. She wanted to bitch about him with Sookie. She wanted Eric to finally get a piece of Stackhouse ass. She wanted Bill out of the picture, permanently. Everything around here would be much, much more pleasant if this happened.
"We need to either locate Bill or locate his work," Eric continued, his tone becoming even more serious. "Either one or both of these things must be presented to Sophie-Anne, or I will be blamed for it. As my second-in-command you'll get some punishment too, of course."
Pam nodded her head once to confirm she understood the seriousness of the matter.
"This is not good." Pam knew she was stating the obvious.
Eric held his head in his hands and tried to sort it all out in his mind, and formulate some kind of plan. If Bill had been kidnapped, which was now becoming likely, then they wanted him for something, probably information about the project. If he wasn't talking, they might try to find an alternative way to make him talk. If they knew about Sookie, they might involve her.
Eric's head snapped up.
"We need to send someone over to Sookie, to keep an eye on her."
"Who?"
"Anyone. Who's here?"
"Indira and Clancy are both in tonight. And Bubba of course."
Bubba had been passed on from Area 2 a few days previously. Eric hated having to look after him.
Eric scowled. "I'll go."
"You can't, you have a meeting in ten minutes."
"Where's Bubba?"
"He's in the storeroom playing with a bag of peanuts and some wool."
Eric groaned and jerked his head.
"Bring him in."
Pam went and collected Bubba and brought him to Eric. Bubba was dressed in blue jeans and a leather jacket, but his hair was coiffured into a more modern style than usual. Eric figured Pam might have been looking after his hair and outfits. He had crafted himself a necklace and matching bracelet out of the peanuts and wool.
"Mr. Eric."
"Bubba. I need you to do a very important job for me."
"Oh, yessir, what'll that be?"
"I need you to watch over Sookie and protect her until I tell you otherwise. If anyone tries to hurt her or take her away, then you do what you need to do to help her. Do you understand?"
"Er, yes Mr. Eric. I understand."
"She might be working tonight at Merlotte's. Do not get distracted by cats, or any other small mammals for that matter, on your way, or during your mission. Do not draw unnecessary attention to yourself. You know the drill. Stay close to Sookie but remain concealed. Do you understand?"
"Yessir."
"Good. Go."
Bubba was immediately out the door. Eric sighed.
"He's a total idiot, but he'll do the job."
"He still remembers the karate, he's got some tasty moves. What do we do now?" she asked.
"We leave Bubba to watch over Sookie just in case anyone tries to kidnap or harm her. I want you to visit her and try to ascertain whether she knows anything about Bill's disappearance or his project. I doubt very much he would have told her, but you never know. She is quite astute, so perhaps she picked up on something. Let her know that he was due back into Bon Temps but never arrived. Don't give her too many details, just enough to judge her reaction and get her to talk."
"Should I take the ice-cream and massage oils with me? I don't mind taking over comforting duties, if you're busy."
Eric gave her an icy-cold stare in response. He picked up the phone and flicked through his leather-bound directory.
"Call me after you have spoken with her. I will make some calls to our contacts in Mississippi, and see if I can find out anything more."
"Fine. Aren't you going to finish what you started earlier?"
"I would but suddenly I'm not so much in the mood."
"Do you think the queen knows?"
Eric momentarily thought Pam meant does the queen know you were slapping the salami in your office while fantasizing about Sookie, then realized what she actually meant was about Bill being missing.
"I very much doubt it, and we need to make sure it stays that way. Otherwise, you and I are deep up to our eyeballs in silver shit."
"Were you fantasizing about Sookie?"
"What the fuck does it matter who I was fantasizing about? We have important work to do, Pam." She just looked at him and shrugged her shoulders, urging him to continue, which he did. "Why are you so interested? I'll tell you one thing. For some reason, in my fantasy, you were sporting a little sombrero. Maybe, I don't know," he gestured with his fingers, "six inches in diameter? Very small. Quite odd. I don't know where that came from."
"Oh?" She gave him a concerned look. Sombrero? A nice fedora, perhaps, or a classic beret, those would have been more acceptable. Pam had never worn a sombrero, and the thought of it made her feel almost queasy. Eric's fantasies were getting very bizarre.
Eric noticed her look of revulsion.
"I wasn't fucking you, by the way, Pam, if that's what you're worried about. You just popped your head around the office door wearing a sombrero."
"Was I watching while you had sex with Sookie?"
"No. I don't think so." Eric began typing a number into the handset. "You were probably listening in to us though. I know what you're like, you dirty bitch."
Pam chuckled as she twisted the door handle.
"It was Sookie, then."
She closed it just in time for the telephone to hit the back of the door instead of the back of her head.