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Chapter 23

Eric heard and felt his bones snap when the blond woman's car hit his back. Fast as he could he tried his best to get himself and the blond woman he was clutching in his arms as far away as he could from the inevitable collision of the two vehicles. The SUV that had contained the beautiful blond woman seconds ago, and the huge cargo truck that had skidded and collided with the SUV then managed to hit Eric on his back with such a great force, he and Sookie went tumbling, landing only a foot in front of another car. It skidded too, but thankfully managed to stop in time before running the two of them over.

Car doors were opened, as the people who had witnessed the crash tried to help, and tried to see up close the involved parties in the accident, while other people dial 9-1-1 to report the accident.

Sookie, disoriented, groaned in pain at the scrapes and scratches she had sustained from tumbling over the rough paved road in the path of the vehicle traffic, but other than that she was okay thanks to the large figure underneath her who still enveloped her in his arms, and protected her from fatal harm's way.

Eric hissed and groaned in pain from broken bones and more. Blood was running from the side of his head where he had a wound to his head also. He tried to lift his head and managed to do so. He examined the condition of the blond woman he was embracing protectively in his arms, and got a whiff of that unforgettable familiar scent. The scent of that unusual human, Sookie Stackhouse, mixed with a hint of her blood. It was unusual, and smelled intoxicating in a way that threatened to overwhelm him, but he fought it. He struggled to lift himself, bearing Sookie's weight with him also, and hissed some more in pain. He gritted his teeth to stifle his suffering, and managed to lift both of them halfway, enough to comprehend that one of his legs also was crushed underneath Sookie's SUV, before dropping back down on his back.

"Fuck! What the hell did I get myself into?" Eric chastised himself.

Eric's movements had jostled Sookie. She tried to open her eyes to scour the condition of her rescuer and her surroundings, and found out that it was painful to do so. The skin on her face had also got scraped on the paved road, and was swelling up as the seconds ticked by.

Eric covered his eyes with one of his arms and waited until some of the injuries he had sustained healed before attempting to move again. While waiting, he basked in the smell of the unusual human that he "fucking" saved for some inexplicable reason, and heard her groan. Immediately he lifted his head to check on her.

Sookie strained to open her eyes and immediately felt distressed at the flow of blood running from the side of her rescuer's head. She got more distressed and felt even more wretched when she realized she recognized the face. That beautiful, handsome face, the face of her youthful infatuation, Eirikr or Eric Northman, the name he now ran by.

She lifted her hands to his face.

"Oh my God! Eric? Are you okay? Fuck! Of course you're not okay."

"Sookie?"

Sookie raised herself up frantically on her forearms to a kneeling position, pain shot through her scraped skin but she gritted her teeth and endured the pain. She full on examined Eric's condition, and found out that besides bleeding from the head, one of his legs was trapped underneath the trunk of her crushed SUV. Immediately she cried for help.

"Help! Somebody help!"

One of the male onlookers rushed to her side and asked, "Are you alright Miss? You're Sookie Stackhouse right?"

She ignored and blocked the images and thoughts that the person was thinking while asking her a question, images of her in various ads where she was in lingerie, and then some. She hastily answered him, so she could quickly get the help she needed for Eric.

"My name is not important right now but yes, I am. I'm alright but he is not," she said pointing at Eric, who through this ordeal was now, she noticed, sitting up and looking at his leg as if studying it.

Her eyes bulged in amazement.

"Huh! He has a high pain tolerance, I would be screaming in pain by now if I was in his situation. Are all vampires like that?" she thought.

"Has anybody called 9-1-1 already?" she asked the people who had gathered around them. When she saw Eric clutch the side of her smashed car she frantically stopped him and said, "Eric? What are you doing? Don't move. Aren't you in pain?"

But Eric ignored her as the car was lifted off his leg by the vampires who she hadn't seen and wasn't aware had arrived and pushed through the mass of people gathered around them. She saw two vampire faces that she didn't ever want to see again, together with a beautiful blond vampire, who, after the car was lifted from Eric's leg, rushed to his side and looked at her Eric with undeniable affection.

"Her Eric." She didn't know where that came from, and she didn't bother to ponder about it right at that moment. For the time being, her only concern and desire was to help the man who risked his life to save her. The man who she was honestly, oddly, feeling jealous about.

"Eric, what, what happen?" she heard the blond ask to her Eric, who then further lifted him with ease, pulling his arm on top of her shoulder.

Sookie watched the scene before she was enveloped in an embrace with the vampire that she now felt repulsed by and wanted to stake.

"Get your filthy hands off of me!" she said full of venom, before pushing Bill away from her.

"Sookie, you're mistaken. Please let me explain."

Sookie seethed in anger.

Mistaken? Was he stupid, serious? What was there left to explain? All this time he'd been screwing his fucking vampire maker whore while he was with her. Caught in the act of doing it and she's mistaken? He wanted to explain? Fucking unbelievable! Sookie thought, biting back her anger, and trying not to utter aloud what she really wanted to say to him. She didn't want to broadcast her private business in front of these people who had gathered around them.

"Shut the fuck up Bill! Leave me the hell alone!"

She heard the ambulance coming and sighed a little bit in relief, for having an excuse to not have an argument with the cheating bastard in front of all these people. She watched Eric leave clutching the beautiful blond, and for some odd reason she wanted to cry. She felt abandoned. Remembering all that had happened that night, that was exactly what she felt. She walked away to the side of the road, away from the nosy gossiping people, to give herself some privacy. More like to leave herself some dignity from falling apart.

She didn't know how long she sniffled and silently cried at the side of the road, before she heard someone clear their throat. She thought it was the paramedic, or worse Bill again. She waited for whoever it was to say something before she lifted her head and brushed her eyes with the heels of her palms.

"You have to come with me. Eric asked for you."

"I can't go. I have to give the police report about the accident. The police are probably going to be arriving soon." She said to the same blond woman who had left with Eric earlier. Sookie wondered where the heck the paramedic was? She had completely forgotten about the driver of the truck too. She wondered if he was okay. She hoped he was okay.

Sookie quickly righted herself and frantically looked around the woman for the driver of the truck.

"If you're looking for the driver of that cargo truck, the paramedics are examining him right now," the blond woman informed her.

She sighed in relief, and went back to looking at the woman in front of her.

"You must come with me. The police are talking to Eric in the club right now. If you want to give your testimony about your accident then come with me. I will also inform the paramedics on our way that you need medical attention."

Sookie nodded in agreement and followed the blond woman, not because she was anxious to give her testimony, but because she wanted to know that Eric was alright. Her Good Samaritan, what were the odds?

On the parking lot of the Fang Bite bar, Sookie saw Bill and that whore maker of his. They were being taken in a car by four vampires she knew, but for what reason and to where, she didn't care to know. If she never got to see them again, that would be absolutely fine with her.

Just as the beautiful blond woman had informed her, the paramedics were right on their heels as well. They stepped inside the bar and then stopped outside the closed office door.

As the blond woman opened the door, she saw Eric. By the looks of him, he was clearly all up and about healed, and had just finished talking to the two officers. He was showing them the way out of the office. She was immediately confused.

Sookie wondered why he was dismissing the officers; she hadn't even given her statement. She became more confused.

She looked at the officers, and noticed the glassy eyes, as if they were in a trance. That's when she figured out what he had done to the officers, he'd glamored them.

Sookie was about to open her mouth to protest, and to voice her observation, but Eric did not ask but instead commanded them to sit. She stayed rooted to her place outside the office door, where she realized that the paramedics who had been following on their heels earlier had also gone. She was left the only one standing outside, besides the blond woman who was still with her. She was about to argue, but was suddenly caught by surprise that made her yelp in pain from the hands that grabbed her and then pulled her to sit on the brown leather couch, in the corner of the office.

"Ow!"

"You need blood to heal those cuts and bruises," Eric said to her. A concerned look in his face. When he must have realized what his face might be conveying, she noticed, it was gone in a blink.

"Eric! You need not concern yourself about her. Just glam... " the blond was about to say something but Sookie cut her out.

"I can't," she cut in.

"I'm going to give you some of my blood to heal you Sookie."

"I won't drink your blood."

"Ha, ha. Are you for real? Eric is she for real? Human! Are you actually refusing his blood?

Do you know how old he is? He has never offered his blood before, just to anybody, ever, besides me." Sookie wondered if the blond vampire was jealous, because now he was offering it to her. "And you're refusing his blood?"

"Enough Pam!"

"No! Something is really not right about her, and you too Eric. Did you bang your head really hard and completely lose your mind? Coz if you did, I'll fucking kill her now!"

The blond, Pam, apparently was her name, looked at Sookie menacingly, who cringed and leaned back until she was almost off the couch. The woman was scary as shit.

"I said enough Pamela!"

She jumped at the authoritative sound of Eric's voice, and from him banging down his fist on the wooden table.

Pamela shut up but didn't move her threatening gaze, and remained focused on Sookie.

"I can't drink your blood, or any vampire's blood, apparently I'm allergic to it," Sookie told them to clarify why she couldn't drink their blood.

"What?" Eric and Pam asked her in unison, their brows scrunched up in confusion. They were clearly perplexed. No matter what the reason, Sookie felt like a freak again, because of their scrutiny. She needed a drink, and badly. She closed her eyes, to block both the noise of the club and the thoughts of the people thinking aloud in the club, but gasped when a thought sifted into her mind. Before she had the chance to block everybody off, somebody was thinking of capturing a vampire tonight and draining that vampire for blood, to use and to sell for money. That vampire was currently feeding at the back of the alley on a human. As she listened in, one of the humans wanting to capture a vampire threw a net, and caught the vampire by surprise. She clutched her face and screamed in pain.

At that moment Sookie stood up, thinking "Fuck, not again!" Out loud, so that Eric and Pam would hear, she said,

"If you want to save a vampire from being drained, follow me. There are some drainers at the back of the club, preparing to load a vampire onto the back of a white van."

Sookie then walked to the door, ready to spring into action to help save the vampire. Without looking at the vampires she reached for the door handle to unlock it. Before she could actually open the door, she was slammed hard against the back of it by Eric, who kissed her fully on the mouth. Sookie was so surprised and unprepared for his actions that she gasped for air when he allowed her to breath. His eyes searched hers.

"What are you?" he asked, before he slammed into her again with a searing kiss. When he finally let go, Eric disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving Sookie on the floor panting for more of Eric's damn hot kisses.

Now she was fucked, definitely, two ways. First because she wanted Eric to kiss her like that again, and second, because of the questions the two vampires would undoubtedly ask her. Questions that would no doubt lead to her divulging her disability, that she was a telepath who was apparently allergic to their blood, and who could have a really bad reaction to it. She had read in some article about vampires about one who had a bad reaction and finally died, as in dead and never coming back, after feeding on human with Hep D. Sookie remembered the hobbit doctor's warning that consuming even a tiniest drop of vampire blood might put her in the same position. It could kill her as dead as a door nail.

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