Three Questions

I spent the next few days holed up at home trying to concentrate on my writings, but found my mind wandering into vampire territory. Why on earth was Eric curious about me? I wouldn't tell about 'our accident', it was more than my life was worth and he knew that. Besides which, I'd no idea who he'd killed or why, and there was no evidence to say otherwise. And why hadn't he asked that scary blonde woman vampire, Pam maybe was her name, to help him clean it up? Vampires leave only a bloody mess of gooey flesh behind. And what did Eric mean? He would be my first? Of course I knew full well what he meant but I couldn't reason why. I let out a puff of breath as I pouted about it all.

My stomach grumbled as I went to the fridge and stood at the open door for an eternity, deciding on what to eat. There was some butter left, a bit of milk and one piece of Mrs Wilsons Banana Pie. I groaned as it dawned on me I had to go shopping. I glanced at the clock, 10.30PM. Gosh, I'd barely written two pages of work today, I'd have to crack on with it. But now, shopping was needed.

I grabbed my purse and keys, put on my jacket and headed out the door to the all night grocery store down the street. I got a few basic things like bread, some crisps, sandwich fillings and Coke, and I picked up a 4 pack of Tru Blood in case Bill stopped by again and I was unable to donate. Or I admitted to myself, in case another vampire visited me.

I packed my shopping into two brown bags and paid the lady, who gave me a disgusted look as she scanned the Tru Blood.

"You're not a vampire," she said as I picked up my bags.

I flashed a toothy smile, "How do you know?" and licked my teeth.

"I've seen you in the day!" she said proudly, though she wasn't one of America's brightest citizens.

"How do you know I didn't become a vampire last night?" I asked again, feeling playful.

"Well… I…." She didn't know what to say. I laughed and took my leave. Why did people assume everything all the time?

I got halfway home before I regretted buying heavy bottles and cans and once again told myself off for the neglect to get a car. My arm muscles were screaming when I turned up my street.

I groaned as I approached my house, which sat in the left hand corner of a little cul-de-sac. Two figures were on the front porch. A blonde lady who looked decidedly bored perched on the porch railing and the Viking leaning next to the front door.

I trotted up the steps and dumped the shopping next to the door.

"What brings you two to my door?" I asked as I searched in my pocket for my keys.

Eric smiled, "Evie this is Pam, and Pam this is Evie."

"Charmed, I'm sure," she wasn't at all interested, which, perhaps, was a blessing. I immediately noticed she had a fleck of a British accent, though I couldn't for the life of me, place it.

I opened the door, pushed it ajar, and leaned in and flicked on the outside lights.

"I must've been psychic," I said and reached into the paper bag with the Tru Bloods in, grabbed two and handed one to each of them.

"Then that makes two of them," Pam said and Eric shot her a stern look.

"Okay…" I said and they each took one from me, but didn't open them.

I grabbed a shopping bag and took it inside. I shoved the contents into the fridge and went back to get the other bag. As I picked it up I noticed they'd returned their bottles to the bag.

"Not hungry?" I asked, looking at Eric.

"I'd prefer the real thing," Eric replied smoothly. My heart skipped and I instinctively took a step back over the threshold, he grinned.

"I'm going," Pam said abruptly, "I won't watch you two word fuck all night." I blinked and she was gone.

"Oh bye," I said and turned to Eric, "Who is she to you then?"

"Pam? She's my progeny."

"She's very rude," I replied and turned on my heel to put the other bag of shopping away in the kitchen. I slipped off my jacket, hung it on the hook and grabbed a can of Coke.

I returned to the front of the house but Eric was no longer there. I closed the door and was about to start cursing all vampires for their rudeness when I heard the back porch creak.

I smiled and went to the back door. Stepping out, I noticed Eric peering through the window to my bedroom. The whole house was one level and the back porch spanned the entire length of the house with some steps in the middle leading down to the garden.

"Find what you're looking for, Mr Big Bad Vampire?" I asked, leaning against the part of the house which jutted out from the back door, and took a sip of my can.

He stood straight and zipped over to me, vampire style, "I have a name," he said, trying to scare me, or get me excited. I couldn't tell which. Were they the same?

"I know," I smiled at him and went to sit on one of the wooden recliners on the deck, "I need to ask you a question."

Eric didn't reply, instead he put his hands in his pockets and looked out over the garden.

"Why didn't you get Pam to help you, dispose, of that other vampire? And who was he? Why did you kill him?" Once they started coming the questions wouldn't stop.

"That's three," Eric replied.

"What?"

"Three questions," he said.

I smiled, "Don't think you can charm your way out of answering them, I want to know."

He huffed and moved over to the other recliner, "Vampire regulations state that if one vampire is to kill another then they are to be tried for that crime."

"Like the way humans do?"

He smiled, "Similar, yes. But the punishment far outweighs the crime, in my opinion, and is much more severe than a lifetime imprisonment."

"I didn't ask about the punishment," I said, thoughtfully, "Though maybe I will one day. In case I ever kill a vampire and get caught by vampire folk and get put on trial."

Eric raised an eyebrow, "A human wouldn't get a trial."

I looked at him and boldly met his gaze, "I am aware of that," I said, "I was being coy. Answer my questions."

"If Pam knew, she would be duty bound, as my deputy, to report such a crime. You, for example, I could just make forget," he paused, "Or so I thought."

"So who was he?" I was on a roll.

He smiled and his eyes scanned my neck, "You know too much already."

"If that were true then you would've killed me," I was no fool.

"Not necessarily," he replied, "What would you gain by reporting me?"

"Nothing," I replied honestly, "Besides which, it's none of my business."

"Then I have no reason to kill you, do I?"

"Not until you make one up," I grinned at him and he smiled.

I finished my can and stood to go inside and put it in the bin, "You sure you don't want a Tru Blood?" I said as I reached the door.

A gust of air and he was behind me, "No," he breathed quietly into my ear, and sent chills through my body. I froze and my breathing quickened.

I gulped. "So why are you here again?" I asked, turning round to face him as I stepped into the house.

He grinned, "I wanted to know if you have seen Bill Compton this evening?"

"Why?"

"Answer the question, Evie." The way he said my name sent shivers through me, the half smirk and seductive eyes he added at the end didn't help much either.

"No," I admitted, "I've not seen him. Is he in some kind of trouble?"

Eric smiled, "It's quite ironic really, considering our circumstances."

I was baffled, "What do you mean?"

"I assume you are aware of this blonde waitress he's been seeing," I was but Eric didn't wait for confirmation, "She has a gift I required at Fangtasia this evening. Long story short, Bill has killed another vampire who was attacking her."

I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms as I leant against the doorframe, "In your bar? I find it hard to believe that was coincidence. Your doing, I assume?"

"Far from it," he grinned.

"So, Bill will stand trial for this?" I asked, recalling what Eric had told me only minutes earlier.

"Yes, a tribunal tomorrow night held by the Magister. He oversees these things," Eric was dumbing it down for me, "But it is nothing to concern yourself with, I was merely following up after he had left the club. Just doing my duty as Sheriff."

"Well, I shall call you if he shows up here, Sheriff," I said, with more vigour than I'd realised. Eric closed the gap between us and looked me dead in the eye. His eyes were the most gorgeous shade; I began to feel calm…

"Eric!" I exclaimed and shoved him. He grabbed my arms as I pushed and before I knew it we were flat on the deck.

He lay on top of me and brushed my hair from my face. A single hand groped its way down my side and settled on the crest of my ass, while his other hand cradled my head. I moaned as his lips found mine. I kissed him hungrily.

He squeezed his hand on my ass and I responded by raising my leg, his hand moved and found my centre, warm and wanting. He rubbed firmly and I groaned, his tongue swiftly darted into my mouth and ran across the back of my teeth. I shivered. Swiftly he undid my belt and unbuttoned my jeans; his hand found its way into my underwear and his fingers found their goal. I gasped when he first touched my clit, and his fangs clicked out in response. Confidently I pricked my tongue on a fang but he growled at me and pulled back. A chill went through me as I thought I'd crossed a line, and my mouth began to fill with blood. Eric looked down on me, his fingers merciless at my centre. My breathing quickened as I began to reach my peak and my mouth opened slightly. He snarled and caught my mouth again with his. Our eyes met and he sucked my tongue into his mouth greedily, and I refused to break the stare. My orgasm crashed over me like a violent wave, and I moaned into Eric's mouth.

He pulled back from my mouth but remained where he was on top as he let me ride out the aftershocks. When my waves subsided, he moved off me and crouched at my feet, licking his lips.

I re-buttoned my jeans and scuttled backwards away from him, suddenly incredibly self conscious. He remained where he was but kept his eyes on me and said nothing. I had no idea what to do or say, I hadn't expected this to happen and I didn't know where it was going. Did Eric need to feed on me? Should I offer?

As if sensing my confusion, Eric stood, strode over to me and offered me a hand. I looked up at him like he'd offered me a severed leg. I gingerly took his hand and he pulled me up to him with a jerk.

He stroked my cheek and drew his fingers down my neck, making me tremble, "Until next time, lover," he whispered with a smile and turned to leave. I watched him go down the steps and then he ran vampire speed on his way. I was lost for words, I couldn't speak. I stumbled back into the house and closed the door shut.

I guess vampires did have outstanding talents of the sexual persuasion.