Long time no... see?
I suppose that can work.
Sorry for not updating, things with personal life have kicked off in a brilliant way! I would love to tell you, but alas, it's irrelevant :p
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Chapter Seven:
'Master, taste of this and be free.'
His lips peeled back… mouth opening wide. He lowers his head, leaning in for the kill.
Buffy hit him so hard, he didn't realize what had happened. He felt the back of her head as she rammed it up into his chin, and the unexpected impact nearly knoc-
"Please tell me you are not getting into that poor excuse for a book?" my head snapped up to Eric from my position on the couch and I blush a deep scarlet. I release my bottom lip from my teeth slowly before my brain starts working with 'social situations' and not 'reading time'.
"For a crappy book, it's good okay." I muttered, almost childishly. It had been an hour and I was almost finished with the first book. I was sat with my back resting on the arm and my legs in front of me on the couch, bent up so I could rest the book on them. I had position myself facing Eric so I could make sure in case he left. I was going to grab my bag, dash for the toilets and change in, what will be I hope: record speed. I knew it was a foolish hope, but still! This dress was not practical for sitting on the sofa and reading. It was too short. I discovered this when I heard the 'click' of Eric's fangs earlier. I simply told him to 'get back to work' whilst clenching my legs together before returning to the book and ignoring his laughter. It was strangely addictive. The book that is… not his laughter… not at all.
He chuckled and shook his head, appearing in front of me within seconds and taking the book from my hands. My hands shot up, trying to reach for it after I shouted a 'hey gimme that back!' The Viking flicked through it in disgust before handing it back to me, his thumb book marking my page.
"That book is a pure insult to Vampires. It makes us look weak." he scowled and I laughed.
"I guess that's why I like it." I blew a raspberry at him before turning my attention back to the book, "Besides, this was created long before you guys came out the coffin."
I tried to continue reading, but he flopped down gracefully on the other end of the sofa, stretching his long legs out and resting his arms on the arm and back. I looked back down at the book. I could really see his stomach muscles through that tight tank. Crud…
How the hell did my time with Eric Northman go from amused, scared, angry, comfortable, awkward and back to amused, all in two hours? Not to mention I am noticing physical things about him I would never had wanted to find out before. Example: He has one of the best butts in the world. I swear to you, that butt is one of God's gifts.
"You're a confusing man." I muttered my eyes scanning over the page, finding out if the vampire Luke was going to get staked. I turned the page and giggled out loud at Buffy's 'it's in about nine hours, moron' after smashing a window to reveal a light that wasn't the sun.
"How would I be a confusing man?" he asked me with an arched eyebrow in my direction, obviously curious as to why I giggled at something in my book. I closed it and rested my arms on my legs.
"Well let's see, first you're this big scary vampire and then you're… well, normal. At least, I think this is you being normal…" I shrugged seeing his smirk, "Like… there are so many moods going on, and not just mine, when around you." He nodded taking in the information before grinning.
"I'm curious, extend on this." I arched my eye brow before laughing and flicked some hair from my face. I swear I just went through it…
"Really?" he nodded and I licked my lips whilst nodded, "Okay then, I have discovered that you can be easily angered, amused, and curious. That's the most I've got from you, but it does change a lot and then there's my wide range of emotions." I wanted to straighten my legs out, but he had spread himself out on the corner of the sofa. For a tall, slim, incredibly muscular guy, he takes up a lot of space… makes sense, but you would think he would try to not to… Maybe I should just plant my legs on his lap? Or… would that be too personal?
I ran a hand through my hair and scrunched it in the process to keep the messy look. I continued scrunching it round the back until I had to switch hands to do the other side. I felt a shiver run down my spine and bent over to my bag pulling a huge black jacket. I pulled it round my body and legs and started to zip it up.
Hearing laughter caused me pause the process of zipping the jacket up to see the Sheriff's shoulders shaking. I blinked and tilted my head to the side in confusion.
"What?" I asked and he was able to calm himself down.
"You have another outfit in your bag along with that hideous thing." he motioned to my jacket and I scowled.
"Hey! This can keep me amazing warm when wearing outfits like this!" I abandoned the zip as I crossed my arms stubbornly. He frowned at this.
"By wearing that?" I felt my brows furrow together in confusion, he seemed to really hate my jacket…
"It's warm, it's practical, I can curl up in it when in a place like this, which by the way it's only suddenly gotten cold in here, and it's huge. Apart from wearing guys clothes, wearing men's jackets are very comfortable." I shrugged and sat up, crossing my legs. I never really thought about how I looked in this jacket, but I could move quite freely when I zipped myself in it. He chuckled at this and I just smiled and bobbed my legs.
I looked around his office. It was pretty bog-standard really. A desk with a computer, paper work on the table, a few filing cabinets, plain walls and then this soft black leather sofa. There weren't really any images, even if it were of logos of the club. It was a pretty boring room.
"You don't like my office." He stated and I nodded before pausing and looking at him in question, "You were frowning in distaste whilst scanning the room." That made sense.
"It's… dull and empty." I looked around the room once more before seeing him smirking.
"It's an office. I don't spend much time in here other than work." he shrugged keeping his eyes on me, I felt slightly uncomfortable. This jacket was definitely a good idea.
"Then, shouldn't you be in here most of the time? Seriously, there should be 'Fangtasia' logos everywhere, maybe a 'Fangtasia' calendar, shelving with supplies, Erm… you know, to make it actually look like the back office of a club. Oh! And something weird like…Tabasco sauce!" I looked down at my fingers fiddling with the hem of a sleeve and occasionally pulling the stray strands of elastic from it.
"Tabasco sauce?" he asked in amusement
"You'll be surprised." I grinned cheekily before returning to pulling the strands of elastic from my sleeve hem.
"I spend a small portion of my time in this office; I spend a larger portion entertaining the vermin out there." I heard the disgust in his voice. My brows knotted together as I frowned.
"You mean your paying customers?" I asked as I continued to pick at the straying pieces of elastic in the sleeve.
"You can call them that as well." I felt the sofa shift to see he was now resting one of his ankles over his knee.
"Why do you call them vermin?" I asked, my eyes shooting back down to pick at the elastic.
"What would you call a pathetic human who thinks they are good enough to offer themselves?" I pausing, blinking a couple of times before lifting my head.
"What?" he made no sense what so ever to me right there. He just chuckled and explained what he meant by 'entertained'; by the end of his explanation he was chuckling by the look on my face. It was one of revulsion. I honestly couldn't understand that. I mean, I went out dancing every now and then and had the odd hook up and qui… darn… Well… I can defend myself on this matter. I can. It wasn't every night. There. That's my defence. It was every now and then.
I felt the heat in my cheeks and I could see the smirk on his face grow. He must think my blush from the way of his working life. My blush was from my own self embarrassment. I actually felt… somewhat disgusted with my life style. I am… Ugh, a forty year old woman who goes out dancing and acting like a… a total whore!
"No…" I gasped, my hands shooting to my mouth. I'm a half angel who's a whore and it took me twenty years and an arrogant Viking to make me realize this. Talk about irony… Hah! I could call myself a 'cougar'!
I leaned back on the sofa releasing a short 'wow' at the realization of this fact and more importantly, I wasn't willing to change my way of life. I wasn't even near willing to grow up. I was quite content.
"Huh…" I leaned back on the sofa slightly nodding. I looked up to see the Viking's brows furrowed with a frown and my eyes lit up with realization that I just suddenly acted weird again. I need to stay out of my head… "Sorry," I grinned in embarrassment and scrunched my hair instead of running my hand through my hair, "I just realized something completely off topic and ironic, but still you shouldn't call them vermin. They are the reason your bar is still going." he shrugged with a nod.
"Would you buy one?" He suddenly asked and I felt my head tilt to the side in confusion, "A calendar." I felt a smirk tug on my lips and I refrained from biting the corner. Don't want the wrong ideas happening now do I?
"Depends… What month will you be?" I asked mischievous smile on my face and he grinned.
"January."
"Mr. January… huh…" I looked away in mock thought, and I couldn't stop myself from biting the corner of my bottom lip and slowly releasing it from my teeth before I shrugged, "I'll take a look through it first before I decide." I was grinning at the way he laughed and then it fell into silence again.
You know when you're either standing or sitting somewhere and you have this sudden need to fidget whether the situation is awkward or not? Yeah, I got that. My knees were bobbing and I started to look around the office again.
"Yeah… I'm gonna go. I'm kinda bored." I heard myself saying as I pulled the jacket up over my knees and spun around on the sofa. I unzipped my jacket and sorted the skirt before standing up. I turned to face him as I took the jacket off.
"So I need to turn up tomorrow?" I asked frowning at his grin and laughter, "Yes then." I felt myself sigh as I threw my jacket in my bag and pulled out my car keys.
"Let me accompany you to your car." He was by the door, holding it open for me within seconds and I shrugged; no harm in that I guess. Right?
Exiting the building round back I saw the red corvette parked next to my black Porches. I admired it biting my bottom lip harshly to stop myself from commenting something about having the owner of the car on the bonnet... Something I don't want to comment about actually… especially with Eric near.
I felt my head tilt as we neared both the cars, my eyes never leaving the red beauty. It really was a pretty car… and such a pretty shade.
"Do you like?" I heard him ask and I jumped realizing I was standing right by my car staring at the one parked next to it. I felt my face heat up rapidly and I chuckled nervously.
"I was just thinking that I wouldn't mind having the owner on the bon-never mind."I shrieked the last bit after speaking my mind. I didn't want to say that out loud! Bad Hayley! Very Bad Hayley!
I heard him laugh and I looked to see his animalistic grin and I think that was lust in his eyes. Too late, he understood what I meant, or smelt it most likely. Stupid… Teenage Hormones… Stupid Vampire smelling… Frick!
"Well, if you ask kindly, I sure the owner would gladly oblige to your request." I blinked seeing his eyes light up in a certain way and then it hit me. Club owner. Vampire. Red and Black being main colours, big ego… slightly good taste…
"It's yours… isn't it," I sighed when he nodded and I slapped my forehead, "Just great. More ego being hand fed to you." I smiled before laughing with him for a small moment. He was about to comment about something, but stopped himself. I opened my car door and chucked my bag behind the passenger seat; before turning to him. He was in, what I would like to call, his default standing position. Slouched, hands in pockets somehow making his arm and chest muscles more prominent. Does he stand like this deliberately? He did have a smile on his face though. It looked nice on him…
"Right, so I'll see you tomorrow, sir." I mock saluted to him before jumping in my car and turning on the engine. I switched my stereo on, my music playing loudly. This made me smile as I scrunched my hair once more before pulling out and waving cheekily to the Sheriff. I don't really understand why he was still standing there when I pulled out, but it didn't matter at that moment. I had one of my favourite remixes playing and I really felt like going dancing again. No idea why, but that doesn't matter. I felt like going dancing, this was a great opportunity; I am so going to take it.
I had all this pent up frustration and energy I needed to get rid of; driving didn't cut it half the time. Dancing did. I didn't go to college to help use up this energy and working at Merlottes certainly hasn't done anything for me yet. In fact, I spent most of my time in my house and at that blasted bar! Well not tonight, no way. I'm going to dance till my legs ache and well gosh, if I find a hook up, my night has been made better. I'm going to enjoy myself without 'Mr. January' making an appearance.
Later in the early hours of the morning, I parked my car in front of my house. I took one last look in the mirror to clean my slightly smudged make-up. I bit my bottom lip in content as I grinned and flopped back in my seat allowing the cool air conditioning to cool me down. My hair was a mess and eye my make-up was smudged. I had a very good night dancing and even had a 'quickie' in the disabled toilets. Naughty right? It certainly heated things up between me and… erm… I think his name was Stuart. Yes, it was Stuart. Stu… Stewie… Something like that.
I burst out a short laugh when I remembered my reaction hours before when I realized what my life style actually is like. It was definitely ironic to say the least… An Angel who's a bit of a whore… I only say a bit because… I don't sell it and it's certainly not frequent enough… any more.
"Well, at least I have something innocent about me then…" I muttered, thinking about the fact that I have angelic blood running through my veins, as I grabbed my bag and climbed out. I locked it as I walked up the steps to my home and walked in to find Darren in a… well, compromising position on the sofa. I noticed a bit of blood and sighed. Darren looked up and grinned toothily before digging his fangs straight back into the girl's neck. She didn't even seem to notice me as I walked past and said 'Clean up when you're done please'.
I had closed my door and opened my bedroom window before stripping off my clothes and heading straight for the shower. The hot water soothed my muscles and helped me relax. Not to mention rid me of dried sweat and sex. Yummy.
I was more than ready to dive under my duvet and allow sleep to take over as stepped out of my bathroom wearing short loose pink shorts and a grey strap top. I was scrunching my hair in a towel to try and dry it naturally as I sat down yawning. I had breakfast with Sookie at 9, so I had around 4-5 hours sleep before I had to get up (an hour before I had to be at hers. It would probably take me about 30 minutes to drive to hers).
My hair was going to be as dry as it will ever be at the moment so I threw the towel in my wash basket and flopped back on my bed. Staring up at the ceiling I closed my eyes and just completely emptied my mind. I wasn't about to go to sleep, but my thought process from earlier events was going to give me a headache.
I needed to decide whether staying was safe for me now. Darren seemed to be doing fine; he had free delicious food and people to screw. I had gotten myself a job and I had met a few people who I could speak freely with about my nature. I also met someone who was strong enough to kill me within seconds, yet hasn't done so yet and I still think I gave him permission to drink some of my blood. If I have, then stupid Hayley, go back to England and become a nun! Or… Just… You know… Live with Clinton-Url. He wouldn't mind in the least.
I cracked a smile at my thoughts and sat up. Emptying of the mind was failing miserably. I stood up and decided to pick up my discarded clothes to put in the wash basket or put away.
The memories of the old days flooded into my mind as I remembered what I used to be like with Vampires. I didn't trust them, I abused my abilities to kill them and even though I knew I would end up dead in the most gruesome way possible, I still hunted and killed.
I was never as strong, never as fast and well, the complete opposite to them, yet I was still able to put up a good fight and stake the suckers.
I met Darren during this time and I never wanted to stake him for some reason. Sure, I hunted him for a while and we eventually met up, but he never showed me anger or anything along those lines; just kindness. I frigging hated it. He was making me like him. We started hanging out in the evenings as well! Of all the things I thought I would never do in my life, it was hanging out with a Vampire... And now living with one... huh...
We went through quite a bit actually… I met my father's killer and killed him. It wasn't pretty and Darren wasn't going to stop me, though he wanted to. I did quite a bit of bad stuff and we would never ever mention again because if it were to be found out, my punishment would be brutal. Even if it was around 20 years ago that it happened.
I leaned against my bed post, frowning at the memory. Darren let me torture that vampire. He allowed me to completely vent my hatred upon it and the only thing he did was try and talk me out of things I did. I had no idea why actually. I remember inflicting the pain, the emotion of pure misery and maybe hatred running through my veins. I wasn't myself, that's for sure, but Darren still let me do it and what was the most annoying thing was that I couldn't ever bring it up to ask him why he let me. It was too risky.
Sometimes though, I do wish I can talk to him about it, because the memory of that time was so vague… And this is something that shouldn't happen. I remember almost every second of my life perfectly. It helps when one can heal the memory loss; but still the fact that the memory is so hazy is concerning. Mother explained that I am still essentially a human and maybe my mind has deliberately tried to block out such a harsh memory and that I'm not one to be so… hateful.
Shaking my head I exited my room to find the sofa cleared of blood and the stench of cleaning products filling my nose. I scrunched my face together as the fumes made me want to choke and sped up to the kitchen, slamming the door shut, isolating me within the room and blocking the fumes from assaulting my senses.
I gagged and covered my mouth in hopes I wouldn't puke. I didn't thank the lord. The fumes were stronger than I must have originally thought. I hope the sofas aren't ruined. I like them. Not to mention Darren most likely over did it with the cleaning. It was only blood… nothing hot soapy water couldn't fix really. They were dark sofas so we didn't have to worry about stains. Oh well. It was Darren's mess.
I pulled out a carton of apple juice and tilted my head to see the fridge fully stocked. Did he do some shopping on the way back? I swear that was a worker from the bar. I shrugged and closed it walking outside to the porch and leaned on the rails, watching the faint ripples around my little pond.
Shivering slightly at the cool breeze and brought my arms closer to my body. I probably should have put a jacket on, but oh well. I'm here now.
Cold arms wrapped round my waist and I shivered leaning into the familiar embrace. Darren was making me a lot colder and I bet he knew that. Poopy head.
"What are you doing out here?" he whispered in my ear and I leaned my head back on his chest.
"Enjoying the silence." I smiled and he picked me up bridal style. I chuckled at this, getting comfortable.
"Do you want to stay with me tonight?" he asked as he walked in doors.
"I have to be up in the morning, besides you've already had some tonight." I smiled, snuggling into his collar bone. He chuckled.
"So have you. You reeked of shifter when you walked in earlier." I grinned, so I screwed a shifter… no wonder he had stamina… his chuckled made me realize I voiced this out loud. I just smiled closing my eyes and rubbing my arms to warm them.
"We normally snuggle after a night like this." I could tell he was grinning by the tone in his voice. It was satisfied and mischievous.
"True…" I placed a kiss at the joint between his shoulder and neck and rested my head back down, "but snuggling only. I only have a few hours to sleep."
He hugged me tighter before placing me in my bed and turning off all the lights before hugging me from behind. I turned round and curled myself in a slight ball in his embrace. I felt his chortle and he ran his hands through my hair to help me fall asleep.
"When do you need to be up?" he whispered before I was about to dose off.
"Half 7- 8 o'clock?" I yawned before completely allowing slumber to take over me. I knew I would wake up in the morning, because at some point, Darren had kissed my forehead saying he set my alarm. He really was too sweet sometimes…
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Note I got some things from the book in there? Oh Mr. January... I do love you. :D
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Elliot Greene