A/N: Yesss, my lovelies, as promised, another chapter. Again, not to be a douche, but to lessen your waiting time, this chappy is cut in half. I hate making you guys wait, so I'd rather release smaller chapters. Oh yeah-I meant to add on the last a/n, another reason an update was delayed was because I was messing around with a new tablet, trying to compose stories on it...yeah, FAIL. At least till I get a real bluetoothy keyboard. Eff that was annoying and difficult. I may try writing tonight, using a swype type app to see if that's any easier, but I doubt it. So, if any of you know an app or have ideas on how to make it easier, I'd love a pm. The whole reason I wanted a damn tablet was so I could do my stories anywhere lol. First world problems, I know. I don't mean to complain. I'm thankful, I swear. Anyhoo, I am shooting for getting another chapter (THE chapter-you'll know what I mean when you finish this one) out by Tuesday night. Okays-loves you guys long time, thank you for all your love and comments and faves, you all give me butterflies in my stomach. I own nothing, Miss Harris, if your nasty, owns it all. Oppa Gangnam style. Happy New Year!

Ch. 16

I had 2 seconds to decide-pop the eff out of there or stay. If I teleported out, there might be even more residual magic/fairy smell, or whatever was at work, here as a result. And then who knows the effect it would have on him. I could only go to places I knew of and I couldn't do super long distance, say from here to my apartment. I couldn't just pop to a random spot outside the house. Well, I could, but if he was in crazed fairy-tracking mode, then he could just track me to anywhere I went. And I would never be able to outrun him-he could fly for fuck's sake! Shitshitshit. I was going to have to try something else. I could possibly try to fend him off to buy some time, but I would have to maintain contact with him to see if I could assert any calming influence on him. I pulled myself from my thoughts and focused on him. He was still with me, but losing ground fast-he was trembling all over and salivating.

"Sookie! Go. Now!"

"Focus! And listen." I hurriedly told him what my plan was and it looked as if some of the words registered but towards the end, he was no longer my sweet, considerate Eric. He was now the Vampire I had been taught to fear all my life. I still didn't fear him as much as I probably should have, because I knew he was still my Eric underneath this predator. We were going to get through this dammit.

I popped out onto the deck of the cabin, looked around for the best position, then popped to the roof. I perched in a crouched position on the eaves above the door we entered from. Hopefully he would follow my scent this way and this seemed the most direct path. I figured I had already mentally lost him before I left, so popping out and possibly increasing the scent couldn't put me in any worse position. Or could it? Thank god for meditation training. I zeroed in on my heart rate and breathing; slowed them as much as possible. I gave myself a mantra to recite.

I thought back over my training with Kvelin and my cousins over the years, playing vampire hide and seek. This was alarmingly close to how we would role play. I thought of my best plan to keep contact but avoid being killed. I thought through a series of what-ifs: if he did this, I would do that, etc. I wondered if we made it to the water, would the cold shock him out of it. Or should I pop there and make him come after me. Strategizing, as always, worked to calm me. I heard the door below me slide open and I edged closer to the drop. As soon as I saw a hint of blonde I dropped, right down onto his back. I immediately wrapped myself around him like a spider monkey and focused my energies, pushed them through my body and hands gripping him tightly. He hissed, trying to reach me, but I kept my breaths deep and slow. He stumbled forward on the deck and was able to wrench one of my arms free, his hand around my wrist. Still letting calm wash through me and him, I whispered my mantra into his ear over and over-both for him and for me. I was able to turn my wrist and slip it between his clenched fingers. I did so right as he took an angry bite at my wrist and only got air. Thank you yoga.

"Eric, you don't want to hurt me." Breathe, calm. He stumbled a bit, lurching forward and I held on. Calmcalmcalm. I could feel a slight shift, he was slowing down a tiny bit.

I whispered in his ear,"Eric. It's Sookie. Come back to me" several times. Damn, I wished I could see his eyes. He was trying to grab at my waist and an arm at the same time. The hand grab, I could wrench out of, but if he got me by the waist, there was no way I could get out of that. I definitely couldn't pop out of here now, the smell would undo any tiny amount of progress we had made.

Just when I hoped I was getting through, he walked us backwards toward the house and he slammed my back and head against the wall. Shit. I felt my grasp loosen as I saw stars. He took the opportunity to grab me and pull me around to his front. He was drooling and his fangs were huge at this point. He was going to strike. I pushed my forearm against his neck and grabbed his hair and pulled with everything in me. I kept repeating the mantra in his ear, trying to keep myself as calm as was possible, while still projecting to him. With the awkward, temporary hold I had on him, I was able to see his eyes. There was definitely some inner turmoil. I could see recognition one second, the predator the next and it switched back and forth many times, in the span of mere seconds.

He pulled my arm from it's block, and pinned them both behind me, painfully. Double shit. I had to hope my plan for what was next was going to work. I didn't have many options left. And I really hoped our first date didn't end in my rape and death. I gave it one last shot, before the bite I knew was coming, "Eric. It's Sookie. You don't want to hurt me. I'm giving myself to you, freely. Please come back to me." He gave me one last look, the predator, of triumph; he had caught his prey, before he reared his head back to strike. I willed myself to not struggle and tried to relax my body preparing for the intense pain that those huge saber tooth tiger fangs were going to inflict. And waited...

But I never felt any intense pain. At the last second, he hesitated. I felt him lick my neck. I felt a slight pinch and felt his fangs enter my vein, then a warm tingling that spread throughout my body. If I had been standing, my knees would have buckled at this intensity, this pleasure his sucking caused throughout my body, including my nether region. Uhm, this was not expected.

I tried to remember my plan, I turned my lips to his ear and whispered, "Eric, with each sip of my blood, feel me inside of you, calming you and bringing you back to me. Ahh..." It was getting harder to stay on task. Each draw from my blood he took, I felt it drawing from deep within me, from my core. I involuntarily moaned, which made him moan. His hand went from imprisoning and pinning my arms to gripping my bottom and rubbing me onto him. I wasn't sure how or when, but he had lost any clothing on his bottom half and the only thing stopping us from all out intercourse, was my still intact panties. "Ah, Eric, with each sip of my blood, feel me inside of you, calming you and bringing you back to me."

He made some sound of extreme pleasure, half growl, have moan, which made my girl bits clench and quiver. Bloody hell, I was very close to coming. But I could also feel myself getting weak from blood loss. Focus!

I cleared my head. I brought my hands to his neck and with one hand cleared his hair away from his jugular, the other hand I lay on his chest. One last whisper, "Eric, it's Sookie. It's me. I'm giving you my blood and with every pull you will feel me inside of you. I am taking your blood to replenish my own." I hoped he would be okay with this, but he was taking a lot of blood, and I had little options now. I could feel myself get a little weaker as I said the words, so I closed my eyes and bit. I had to bite really hard, which felt weird, but the skin did tear.

I felt his blood slowly ooze into my mouth and it was not what I expected-it was thicker than normal blood, but it was sweet and oaky. It reminded me of vintage Cabernet. I felt his blood flow through me and it was as if I could feel what he felt slowly envelope me. I felt pleasure and ecstasy that wasn't mine, but mingled with it. It was overpowering. I could feel myself re-powering, replenishing myself with his blood. I took the opportunity to push my life force, and hopefully whatever calm I had left into him. I worked because I felt him feel it. Wow-this was intoxicating, feeling what another person felt, as well as your own sensations.

He was grunting and groaning into my neck and I suddenly noticed I was gasping in to his. His draws on my neck slowed down but his grinding against my crotch sped up and increased in intensity. He was rubbing his engorged head right up against my clit. The coil was winding up in my abdomen and between my legs and I knew I couldn't hold off much longer. The wound on his neck healed quickly. "Unhh, Eric. Don't stop." What? Did I just say that?! I tightened my legs like a vise around his waist and pulled his head into my neck, as I bit down hard again, to reopen the wound. It was a chain reaction-he cried out at my bite, gave one more thrust against me, I gasped and mewled into the wounds on his neck as the waves of my orgasm washed over me. Either my sex, pulsing and clenching against him, or my bite, must have set him off, as he cried out and shuddered all over. I felt the coolness of his seed along my thighs and stomach. I licked at the blood left on his neck and shivered while he made tiny little thrusts against my super sensitive nub and lapped at my neck. We clung to each other, riding out our mutual pleasure.

A few moments of silence later, he was making no more moves to drain me or to anything else. "Eric," placing kisses along his closed bite and jaw.

"Sookie?" He still licked at my neck, but didn't bite again. He pulled back to look at me, still in a fog, but definitely returning to his senses. "What happened? Did I hurt you?"

"No. Scared me, a little, but there was definitely no pain involved," I smiled through my blush. Understanding dawned in his eyes and he gave me a crooked smile. "I'm glad you're back."

"Hang on to me." As if I weren't already wrapped around him like a second skin. He held onto me like I was the weight of a stuffed toy, pulled his pants that were pooled at his ankles up, reset the code for the door and shutters downstairs and zipped us upstairs into the bed. I was on my back among the luxurious layers of the bed again. "I will be right back." He was gone not more than a minute, then was back, wiping me with a warm wash cloth. He ran it up my thighs and across my abdomen gently. I looked up at him standing at the side of the bed, between my legs that were dangling off the bed. He looked distracted and disturbed.

"What is that look?"

He looked at me cautiously, "Do I have a look?"

"You look distant. Like you're not the same Eric from half an hour ago."

"I'm cleaning you, so I can take you home. If you would like to shower-"

I cut him off and shot up out of bed. "Take me home?! After all that-that-what just happened!? That's all I get-a deadly dry hump and an 'I'll call you'?! I don't think so! We are staying here and finishing this date, or whatever it has become and talking through this." I emphasized the last part by poking my finger into his chest. I was mad, but I felt the hotness of tears welling up, too. Because I wasn't embarrassed enough. I knew he wasn't trying to ditch me but he was avoiding talking about what happened and I wasn't letting that happen. And my feelings were a little hurt. I know neither of us could have anticipated the effect of my magic and what it would do to him, and that he couldn't control that aspect of his nature. But a chat or a hug before just depositing me home, would go a long way.

His eyes narrowed at me at first, at the finger poking into his chest. Then he must have noticed the tears sliding down my cheek. Because his look instantly changed. He hugged me to him so tight it whooshed the air out of me. "I'm so, so sorry, Sookie!" It was a broken whisper, barely audible, and it melted my heart. "I thought you would hate me or be disgusted with me. Or at least want your space from me for a while. I could have killed you!" He pulled back to look at me and I was shocked. The look on his face was pure anguish and he hugged me to him again, this time less tightly.

"But you didn't. I'm fine."

"Only because you were able to influence me."

"Maybe only because you were able to let me influence you. You had the foresight to tell me to pop out of here. And you responded when I talked to you and sent you my calm."

"I responded when I felt it in your blood. Which I took without your permission. In excess. Again, I could have killed you. Drained you. And raped you." He gripped me harder.

I pulled his head out of my neck to stare at him. "But. You. Didn't. And you felt it before you took my blood-I saw it. And as far as taking my blood, I wanted you to have it. Maybe not in that type of scenario, but rest assured, I was going to offer it to you tonight. And it didn't hurt. The way you took it-you could have struck at me with your fangs, which were huge at that point, for the record, and torn my flesh, but you didn't. You made it sensual" I ran a finger down his cheek and across his lips, "It brought me pleasure." I blushed.

"And, I took your blood without your permission, if only to replenish my own." His eyes got very...heated. "But I enjoyed it and I won't apologize for it. And you did not rape me!" I gestured to my panties, still on. "No actual intercourse occurred. There was a little...grinding" I blushed again, for the millionth time, like a fool "and we obviously both enjoyed it, but you didn't rape me." I grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him.

"You could have drained me, but you didn't. You could have raped me, but you didn't. Neither of us could have known that little bit of magic would completely alter my scent. And all of your actions, whether we like them or not, were instinct. Like telling a cheetah not to run after a gazelle." He smirked. "And you fought against your instinct, at least enough to warn me and I was able to fend you off long enough to influence and calm you. We got through it." I stroked his hair.

"And then we dry humped and took each others blood. No harm, no foul, right?"

He gave me one of his contagious, swooning belly laughs. "Sookie, you amaze me. Your strength, your courage and spirit-you're like no one I have ever met. And I am thankful to the Gods, the Council, the Powers that be that brought you to me." He picked me up.

"Where are we going?"

With an absolutely dead sexy smile that made my hootch dance, "The shower."