Kind of short tonight, but it has a great breaking point. I hope you enjoy.

I paraphrased a great line from Charlaine Harris, my apologies. All the characters are hers.

Chapter 11 A Change in Plan

Sookie got back to the apartment fairly quickly and was safely in the elevator with the key turned without encountering anyone. The living room was empty and she made a dash for the bedroom, opening the door quietly, relieved to see Eric lying motionless on the bed. Leaving the door ajar to be silent she walked softly across the thick carpet. Her hand just touched the bathroom doorknob when she heard him sniff and shift in the bed. She turned and he was walking toward her sampling the air, his fangs down.

She held up a hand to warn him off. "Eric, you're smelling Claudine on me, I'm just going in to shower."

"No." Eric kept walking toward her.

"No?" She asked in a small voice, pressing herself against the bathroom door. Eric stopped right in front of her inhaling deeply.

"You smell so good." He breathed as he bent his head to her neck, inhaling deeply. "I want you now." He was kissing along her neck, his tongue sampling her skin.

"I'm not sure that's such a good idea." she protested, fighting the feelings stirring within. "I think you are a little under the influence right now."

He looked her in the eye, and she was relieved to see that his were not glazed over. "I'm in control, but you are wearing my favorite perfume, and that comes with a price." He went back to kissing her neck, she shivered. She could feel him rising to the occasion.

"But we have to get to Fangtasia." She protested weakly, she was going to be very late for work.

"We have all night." he murmured against her neck. His hands pulled her to him and cupped her butt, picking her up, her legs wrapped around his waist without a thought. "First, I'm going to rub myself all over you." He carried her to the bed and lowered her down. Apparently he meant it because he was rubbing his head against her neck like a cat, while his now free hands started working on unfastening her pants. "Then I'm going to fuck you, and bite you." He added against her neck, his fangs grazing her skin.

She couldn't resist him any longer, her body, newly reacquainted with his, wanted more, and she would have been lying if she said she didn't want him. His head was still buried in her neck and she wrapped one arm around it as she began to explore his sculpted chest with the other. He caught the fairy scent on her arm and began kissing down its length. It reminded her of the Addams family. She giggled a bit at the thought.

"Ticklish?" He asked against her skin.

"No, but if you call me 'cara mia', I might laugh myself silly."

He looked up at her, confusion evident on his face.

"You've never seen 'The Addams Family'?" He shook his head. "We'll have to watch it sometime. They're your type of people."

"Right now, you are the only people I am interested in." He kissed her gently, but the kiss turned hungry like he was trying to devour her lips.

She eventually broke off the kiss, gasping for air and turned her head so he could resume his sampling of her neck. Her hands were moving over him, teasing his nipples, scratching his back. He had finished undoing her pants and one hand slid inside them, covering her heat. His fingers slid within her and she moaned into his shoulder. Then his fingers were gone and he was standing. Her head swimming through the fog of desire she began to ask him what was wrong, but then he whisked her pants off and knelt on the bed. He pulled her up onto his thighs and kissed her hungrily again as his fingers returned to her and started a rhythm that had her muscles trembling. She stroked his length with both hands, her movements becoming jerky as she slipped closer to her climax.

She whined softly when he again withdrew his fingers, but then his hands encircled her waist as he lifted and positioned her. She was poised right above him, his tip pressing against her entrance. Her eyes met his and she marvelled anew at the passion there. Then he pulled her down hard as he thrust his hips up to collide with hers. She gasped at the impact and he looked at her with concern, but she smiled and shook her head, raising herself on him and lowering again. He made a small noise deep in his throat as his hands moved up to cover her breasts, teasing the tips through her clothes. His eyes never left hers and she fought to keep hers open. He was letting her control the pace of their joining, she started out slowly easing herself down on him as she grew accustomed to the stretched feeling of him within her. She began to speed up, but she was losing control as her release neared and he moved his hands to her waist, so he could lift her, keeping the rhythm she had started. She cried out with her orgasm, and let her head fall on his shoulder as she rode out the spasms. He turned his face into her neck, nibbling lightly with his lips before his fangs sank in, he continued the rhythm until he had his own release. Leaning against each other he licked her wound closed and she felt the tingle that came with vampire blood being applied to a wound.

She pulled her head back slowly and he kissed her. She could taste his blood on his tongue mingled with her own. He lowered them so they were lying facing each other, his kiss building towards more. With a sigh, she pushed away. "We have to go to work." she insisted. His hands were working their way up under her shirt.

"We will, eventually." He smiled wickedly at her as his hands continued under her shirt. He found the clasp on her bra and released it, his hands cupping her breasts.

She moaned softly, but tried to persist. "Really, Eric, we can do this later." her breath caught as he teased her nipples into hard peaks. "We will do this later. But I've got to shower."

His eyes lit up and in a quick movement he was on his feet and she was in his arms as he headed toward the bathroom. "Excellent suggestion." he smiled at her before catching her mouth in a kiss. He didn't release her mouth until he set her down next to the shower. And finished removing her top and bra.

"I should shower alone, otherwise we will never get to work, or if I do I won't be able to walk." She smiled coyly up at him hoping he would relent. "Remember, you get to attack me tonight."

"And probably get my bar shut down." he countered seriously. He nodded towards the shower. "Turn on the water, I don't want to make it too hot." She realized, with this like with so many other things, it would be hard for a vampire to gauge things for a human.

She nodded, "In a minute, can I have a moment alone for some...human stuff?"

"Of course, I'll call Pam and let her know we'll be a little late." He smiled at her lustily before heading back to the bedroom. "I'll come back when I hear the shower." he added before closing the door.

Sookie quickly took care of her pressing human need, then took a quick look in the mirror. His bite marks were gone, which she felt was good since it would keep her temporary coworkers from being too jealous as well as make it look less like she would welcome an attack. She momentarily toyed with the idea of locking the bathroom door so she could take a quick shower, but she knew that if Eric wanted in it wouldn't stop him. Not that she wasn't going to enjoy a shower with Eric, she was just afraid she would be worn out before the night was out.

She started up the banks of showerheads and stepped into the spray. She expected Eric to appear instantly but he didn't. His conversation with Pam must be taking awhile. In fact, she was done shampooing her hair and he still hadn't shown. She found herself disappointed and rolled her eyes, wasn't she just hoping that she could shower alone? As she washed her body she let her hands glide over her skin, lingering in strategic places building her arousal. Eric was at the door almost instantly, the lust evident on his face.

"I thought you wanted to shower alone?" he asked walking slowly across the polished stone.

"I did, until you weren't here." She opened the glass door for him.

"All you had to do was call." he stood mere inches from her, towering over her.

"You got the message didn't you?" she brought her arms up around his neck, pulling his head down to meet her kiss.

It was a very long shower, but very enjoyable, even if by the end Sookie was shivering as the water had run cold. Eric noticing her goosebumps looked apologetic and toweled her dry briskly, which warmed her in more than one way. He pulled her in for a kiss but she covered his mouth with her hand.

"We really need to stop. The bar is too busy for just two waitresses, and it's going to take a while to try to find our guy." She was hoping he would relent, because she knew if he didn't she wouldn't have the willpower to argue.

His hand pressed her palm to his lips and he kissed it lightly before lowering it. "You're right. Go ahead and get made up. I'll get dressed." He left the bathroom and she sighed in mixed relief and disappointment.

Getting ready didn't take too long, she was getting familiar with the unusual, for her, make-up. She stuck her head out the door to ask Eric to pick out a dress for her but he wasn't in the bedroom. Wondering if he had left, she took the precaution of putting her shoes on before the dress, just in case they were all too tight to bend in. It was a good choice, all of Pam's selections seemed to be very binding.

Entering the living room she saw Eric there in a different outfit than he had worn the night before. He was again talking on the phone. She made her way quietly to the kitchen area and opened the refrigerator, taking out a yogurt from her meager grocery supplies she bought the day before. She didn't try to listen in on Eric's conversation as it wouldn't have done her any good, he was speaking what she figured was old Swedish, she assumed he was speaking to Pam.

His call ended just as she was finishing the yogurt. One corner of his mouth was curled up as if he were enjoying a private joke. She gave him a curious look but he just shook his head to say it wasn't important.

Shrugging she asked, "Had you brought a change of clothes?" indicating his outfit.

"No, I flew over to Fangtasia and changed, put in an appearance so it wouldn't look like we arrived together and went back to my office. I don't think anyone saw me leave."

"That was good thinking."

"You never told me what Claudine had to say." he prompted.

"When did I have a chance?" She asked, eyebrows raised. He grinned. "She didn't know of anyone missing, but will keep looking. She said it seemed like someone was stirring up hatred for vamps, but she hadn't been able to trace it back to anyone in particular."

"Hmm, well there is hatred there to be stirred up, and I imagine that for some of the younger fairies there is resentment that we can reveal ourselves to the world while they have to remain hidden."

"Just the younger ones?" She asked curiously.

"The older ones remember when they were not so hidden and those times had a great deal of peril for the fae. Not only from vampires but from humans as well."

"You seem to know a lot about them."

"Know your enemy." he shrugged. "There is an influential fairy I have had dealings with in the past. He has always contacted me, but I can see if I can contact him."

"How do I look?" she turned for him.

"Good enough to eat, although I prefer you as you usually are." He offered her his hand. "Shall I fly us there?"

"In this dress?" It had a long skirt that was tight down to her knees, below that it flared a bit, but she would be taking tiny steps all night. Pam obviously did not rate practicality high in her judgement of suitable clothes. "Besides, my hair would be a mess by the time we got there. Is your car here?"

"No, I flew here last night. I'll fly back to the club, let myself be seen before you get there." He gave her a quick kiss and headed to a sliding glass door. She grabbed his hand.

"I don't smell like Claudine anymore, right?" She knew that was tempting fate but she really didn't want to go to a vampire club with any hint of fairy about her.

Smiling, he stood in front of her and buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply. He let his lips lightly brush her skin and she trembled. He straightened slowly, as if it were taking a lot of willpower. "No fairy, just you."

"Good, I'll be there soon."

He slid open the glass door and stepped out into what appeared to be a rooftop garden. He turned to close the door, but paused just before it was completely shut. "Oh, by the way, Pam will be the one attacking you tonight." His eyes twinkled with mischief and then he was gone.

Sookie stood with her mouth hanging open for a full thirty seconds, staring at the glass. That must have been what the old Swedish phone conversation was about. Why the change in plan? She shook her head to bring her out of the shock. Okay if she can find the guy, and she was pretty sure it was a guy's thoughts she had heard, then it became moot.