PART TWO:

I decided to clear my head and step outside the back of the hotel to get some fresh air. It was humid outside, the sky so black it was nearly purple. The fabric of my silk robe was cool on my body as the wind blew. But something didn't feel right. There was something malicious in the darkness. I heard a rustling and before I knew it, the face of a vampire was a mere inch from mine, and not in a good way.

Her long straight hair, black as coal, blew in the wind as she hissed at me, a wild look in her eye.

"I thought I smelled breakfast," she said in a Japanese accent. She would have been beautiful, that is if her intentions weren't to drink my blood.

She then slammed my head into the brick wall of the building, causing blood to pour from my temple.

"Mmmm, I love sweets," said the female.

I would have been breathing rapidly, but I stood there like a deer in the headlights, paralyzed as she leaned in toward me. I heard the click of her fangs exposing themselves just before I saw a flash of something headed toward me with uncanny speed. Before I knew it, the female vampire was against the wall, nearly six feet off the ground, a hand on her throat and a face with fangs piercing close to hers.

"Natsumi," said Eric's provocative voice. "This human is not food."

Finally, I was able to breathe and I knew I was safe and sound with Eric Northman at my side.

Natsumi spoke with a gurgling sound. "My apologies Eric."

He removed his hand from her throat and she fell hard to the ground with a dull thud.

"Go to your master," Eric commanded.

Natsumi, who was about to have me for breakfast, disappeared in a flash into the darkness.

My eyes were like magnets to Eric's body and I scanned him. He was wearing a typical black tank top, adorned by a simple silver necklace, along with fitted black jeans that showed all of him when he stood a certain way, and very expensive-looking shiny leather boots.

Eric took a step toward me, cautious, and spoke. "Are you well, Sookie?"

"Uhm," I stuttered. God, he smelled so inviting and was nearly a foot taller than me, towering over my small frame and looking downward at me with those pure, oceanic blye eyes. "I-I-I think so." I rubbed my temple at the wound.

"Let's clean you up."

Eric's hotel room was very much like him, simple, chic, dark, and mysteriously inviting with its modern furniture and sleek design in materials of black leather, hard, cold steel, and soft gray accents.

"Sit," he said and pointed to the large bed covered in a very soft, downy-like black blanket.

I sat and bit my lip as he strutted to the bathroom, retrieved a washcloth and a bottle of peroxide. Wait, why does he have peroxide? He's a vampire, for Christ's sake!

"It came in the emergency kit," Eric with a wink of his blue eye as he knelt before me. He poured a bit of the peroxide onto the washcloth and prepared to place it on my head. "I understand this is irritating to some humans."

His kneeling leg was between mine as his other leg rested against the outside of my thigh. I shifted and then felt his ample member against my leg and embarrassingly let out a gasp. I figured he would be substantially large, but I didn't expect him to be that big.

I knew he was looking at me, probably insanely sexily with that Viking smirk only Eric Northman can pull off, but I couldn't even open my eyes to look at him. The tension in the air was thicker, sweeter, and more inviting that warm molasses. I decided that I had to open my eyes sometime, and when I did, I found that he looked rather uneasy.

"Eric, what's wrong?" I asked, my blonde hair shifting as I spoke.

His eyes met mine. "You must understand that blood such as appetizing as yours can be very distracting for a vampire such as myself."

I had to stop this from happening. I knew, I just knew what would happen if I played this game with him and I could absolutely not let it happen. It would destroy my relationship with Bill. Therefore, I did what I do best. I snapped out.

"Well excuse me, Eric Northman, but I don't understand. Certainly, drinking yourblood wasn't very appetizing when you manipulated me into drinking it!"

He leaned closer, a mere three or four inches from me now. "I do what's necessary to get what I want."

I scoffed, but then felt complimented that he would go to such a length to...have me.

"I don't know whether to feel flattered or outraged," I said, almost in a whisper.

"Unlike your vampire Bill Compton, I understand it's not my place to tell you how to feel," Eric said.

I shook my head. "You manipulated me!"

The blond vampire moved in even closer, his perfect pouty lips so close to mine that if I inhaled they would have touched.

"The only person here doing any manipulation is you, upon yourself, Sookie."

Every pulse in my body began to beat like a tight drum head, bum bum bum. Between my legs I felt a deep, ravaging hunger for him and I knew then, it was all happening. But come what may.

"I-I-I don't know what to say," I whispered.

"Then say nothing," Eric said in a voice like honey.

Eric's hands began to move down my back delicately, discovering the curve of my bottom. I realized that I hadn't fully exhaled, and when I did so, my top lip lightly grazed his neck and I let out a hot, nervous breath. Eric made a pleased sound, a sexy, "Mmm", and gave my lower back a bit of pressure, which caused my body to lean into his, my breasts flattened against the lower part of his well-defined chest. Keeping my right hand on the back of his nick, I slid my fingertip down his chest. His jeans were so low that his destinct hip bones were visible, and I traced one with my left index finger. One of Eric's hands was underneath the back of my nightie, and the other was traveling up the back of my robe, his cool hands electrocuting my bare derriere.

I looked up at him, my eyes wide and meeting his. He bit the corner of his lip and squeezed my ass with intensity. We were pelvis to pelvis, and I could feel him and it became clear that he was hard and ready. I moved forward and closed my eyes, prepared for a kiss. His mouth met mine, and I took his lower lip between mine softly. My mouth seemed to be more willing than my mine, and accepted his gladly. Despite the fact that the only thing he drinks is blood, Eric's mouth was nothing but sugary, sugary, sweet and gentle. He lifted me up, my legs wrapped around him, as he sucked on my neck in kisses. He laid my body down on the bed and I slid my robe and nightie off. A little grunt came from his lips after I squeezed his package and unbuckled his belt. He peeled his jeans and underwear off, and that long, hard, Viking was exposed. Eric's mouth deposited wet kisses up my stomach, and toward my neck, just as I heard his fangs click out. They skimmed my neck and I let out a moan.

To my surprise, instead, he looked me in the eyes and smirked. Dear God, please don't let him be teasing me because I can't take much more. He took his thumb and swiped it across my temple, which was still bleeding a bit, then took his thumb in his mouth and tasted.

"Mmmmmmm," he liked his lips seductively. "Much better than I could have ever anticipated."

"Eric, " I groaned.

"Yes?"

"Make love to me."

"As promised," Eric said before thrusting into me, hard, warm, and pulsating inside of me.

A scream rose from my throat, one of a bit of pain but a lot of pleasure.

He grinded inside of me, moving his muscular body that looked like it was carved out of marble in a way I had never experienced before. As if it could have gotten any better, he inserted his thumb into me and caressed my yearning clit.

"Oh God, yes!" I cried.

Eric grunted deeply. "Sookie, you are absolutely delicious."

I pressed my body unyeildingly into his, my vagina damp and contracting.

"I want more," he demanded.

With that, I tilted my head to the side and offered my neck to him.

"Not there," he said. Within a nanosecond, his head was between my legs, his tongue licking my moist folds and clit so slowly it was almost unbearable. I felt as though I was about to orgasm when his fangs penetrated the artery in my groin. As he drank my warm blood, flushing out rapidly, he kept his fingers inside me, rubbing slowly and perfectly. Eric made little pleased grunts as I moaned and groaned and panted his name. I'm not sure if it was because I was loosing blood, or if it was because the magic he was working with his fingers was making me dizzy, but I began to feel woozy a few minutes later.

"E-e-e-ric, I'm li-li.." I could barely speak.

He looked at me, redness glistening on his lips, and nodded.

"More, give me more," I managed to moan.

He flipped me over in a flash, and inserted himself into my wetness from behind. This position was still slow and titillating, but much more forceful. With each powerful and filling thrust, Eric sent my body nearly a foot forward, he therefore had to grab onto my hips as I shouted in pleasure. I turned around, and decided it was time to take things slow to the finish. I shoved Eric's tall frame onto the bed and he rested his head on the black leather headboard as I crawled on top of him. I hopped on his still rock-solid cock and rode him, face to face, my mouth panting on his. His hands ran through my soft hair, and mine did the same to his. I placed my hand on the back of his head, his blond hair softer than Egyptian cotton.

"Uh!" I knew I was about to come, as did he with a devilish but sexy smirk on his lips.

"There Sookie, come for me," he breathed onto my mouth.

I could feel myself coming like a tidal wave about to hit the sand on a hot beach.

"Oh Eric!" I said as I finally came more intensely that I ever had before. I felt him come inside me as well, filling me with his eruption delightfully.

His large hand cupped the back of my head, and he kissed me long and hard as we both came, his tongue toying with mine. I took his lower lip between mine and bit down softly as I moaned his name softly once more. It was so sickeningly sexual and comfortable and perfect for he and I to be where we were right now. I didn't want him to ever take himself out of me. We lay there a few moments, exhausted from our passionate love making, before we finally began speaking.

"My God, you were...you were just so fantastic," I said like a schoolgirl.

Eric's cool hand brushed a section of hair from my face and he smiled a warm and delightful smile I'd never seen him form before. He looked like an angel lying beneath me against the black sheets, lit up dimly by the moonlight, brilliant blue eyes sparkling.

"Sookie Stackhouse, I believe it to be the truth that there is something truly remarkable about you," he said in perfect pillow-talk manner.

"Oh Eric, I love this sweet side of you. It's so much more pleasant and sexier than your dark side. Okay, well, all of your sides are sexy!"

Eric chuckled. "But in seriousness, you are very special to me Sookie. Do you understand?"

"I think I do," I said with a slight smile and a nod before I leaned in to kiss him.

Just before our lips met, Eric's hotel room door swung open in a fury and before I knew it, Bill had thrown me across the room and was knelt above Eric on the bed. Bill had broken the sharp leg of the endtable off and had it directly positioned at Eric's heart. There was a mad, wild, ravenous look on his face, like he was some sort of animal.

"My friend Bill Compton," Eric said, seemingly unintimidated. "I would suggest you remember your place beneath me and kindly leave my room, and take your little stake with you."

"Bill! Bill, don't!" I shouted.

Bill's eyes met mine for the first time. Instantly, I was paigned. I felt as though my heart had just exploded inside of my chest, like I was completely dead inside, when I saw how sad he looked. Sad isn't even the word. I don't even think there is a word that can describe how guilty I felt when I saw Bill's face, so lost, so hurt, filled with such pain that he could burst. Bill's eyes, which were once so crystalline and blue and lit with happiness, were now flooded by tears of blood that ran down his face.

"You and I are far from friends, Eric," Bill said in his Southern drawl, now choked by tears. "You have taken the only thing that matters in this world from me. I care not of any rules you've established."

"Bill, the killing of a vampire, especially of one of my standards, is punishable by worse things than death and you know it," Eric said sternly.

"Bill!" I shouted again. "Bill, please. Don't. Just-just come here. And Eric, don't try anything fancy, you just sit right where you are," I said, trying to work things out. In my utter shock, Bill stepped back from Eric, though the stake was still clutched in his hand. I held my hand out for Bill, who stepped slowly toward me, a blankness on his face like I'd never seen before. Eric, with one eyebrow raised, watched Bill walk toward me and finally take my hand.

Bill's hand caressed my face and I stared at him, knowing I loved him deeply...but not knowing what to do about it. Bill pulled me toward him in an air-tight hug. He was cold, yet soft and familiar. I then heard a growl come from Bill's mouth.

"Sookie," he thundered. "You smell like him."

I noticed that Eric bent his head down.

"He is within you now, even more so," Bill continued, now more blood forming in his eyes and trickling down in tear drops. "Your hair that once smelled like sunflowers in July now smells like him... And, and your breath isn't the same. Sookie, you made love to him." Bill shook his head and I wiped the blood from his face that looked paler than usual, though still beautiful. "Why?" he asked in a whimper. "Why??" he demanded more sternly. "Sookie, WHY?" he roared ear-burstingly.

And the truth is, I don't have an answer. I don't know why, other than simply because. But now I'm left lost. What to do?? I have no idea where to turn, nor what tomorrow, or even the next five minutes will bring.