Wow. A couple of hours into posting Chapter 4, I found so many great reviews. You guys are quick, and you rock!
Kind of a short one here, but I hope that you like it.
I may really start to blow it with this whole Fanfiction idea soon. I am skipping some huge plot lines, I know this well. I have an idea which one I WILL use, though Itunes and I are not seeing eye to eye about my watching it on the nano anytime soon. So I have a very fuzzy memory as to just what was said. Will you forgive me if I don't get it perfect? Please?
I'm too tired to fight your rhyme
Genevieve spent the night Sookie's, and they stayed up late talking as Bill gave them some privacy after talking with her himself. He had known Eric for some time, and they had a combative relationship at times. He told her that he would not necessarily recommend him for her, but he knew the difficulties of dating a vampire. Sookie and Genevieve curled up in her room, and Sookie talked about when she had first began dating Bill. "Gran was still here then." Sookie recalled fondly, smiling slightly. "She liked him from the beginning, and would not judge him based on what he was. She urged me to follow my heart, though I didn't until after her murder." She sighed for a moment, and then looked at Genevieve. "It has it's problems, but I think we make it work. I know he'll never wake up with me in the morning, which is the worst part. He regrets not being able to have children."
"I wish my mom was here to talk to. I cannot imagine what she would say, but she was always there for me." Genevieve said, and wiped away a tear. "Will I ever be complete again, Sookie?"
"Bill helped me to heal." Sookie told her, smiling at her knowingly. "But then again, Eric is Eric. There are vampires, and there is Eric. He can be such a jerk. A cute jerk, but a jerk nonetheless." She gazed at Genevieve. "How does he make you feel inside?"
"He makes me feel…..shaky. Nervous. Amazing." Genevieve replied slowly, tingling as she remembered the kiss. "Deep down, I know that I feel something stronger than I ever have before. I guess that is why I push him away so hard. I want to be 100% healed inside and fair to myself and the man I am with."
"Have you ever considered that you might need someone to help you along the way? Maybe he wants to do that. I have trouble imagining that, but he seems to be a gentler person around you.."
"When we are not battling verbally, he can be gentle. But we are always bumping heads." Genevieve smiled slightly. "He told me I was a mouthy New Yorker the night at Fangtasia."
"He says it how it is. We have clashed as well. If you calm him down, it would be a mighty big blessing to us all." Sookie said, closing her eyes.
"Why was he here tonight?" Genevieve asked her, realizing that she had seen him with Bill a few times.
"He wants me to read the minds of some of the employees there. There is money missing, and nobody will talk." Sookie replied, and Genevieve stretched her arms out. "He asked some time ago, but this is the first real instance in which I will be doing it."
"Is Bill comfortable with that?" Genevieve asked, and Sookie frowned.
"Not entirely, but he is under Eric. He insisted on being present every time that I am, so I would be safe. Tomorrow night is the first time we go." Sookie told her, and Genevieve shuddered, She thought about the vampire from her night there, and the implied fate of him.
"Be careful." Genevieve told her, and Sookie smiled. The girls fell asleep shortly after, and Genevieve woke up in time to sneak home and get some clothes for work that afternoon. She took a fast shower and threw a headband in her hair before rushing out. It was busy enough so that she did not obsess about Eric, but she felt empty driving home afterwards. She craved his touch so badly, and she unlocked her door wit a sigh. Nora was watching a hockey game, and Genevieve mustered a smile for her.
"You OK? You look tired." Nora told her, sipping a soda with one hand as she cheered with the other.
""Oh, that. I stayed at Sookie's because we had too much wine with dinner, and we were up late. Girl talk." Genevieve told her, wanting to keep her confusing life with Eric quiet for the time being. She had no idea how to begin to explain it. She glanced at the television, and smiled at the score. "Cool. The Islanders are finally ahead for a change." They finished that game and found another, and soon Genevieve was curled up in the king sized bed for the night. She was tired, but she could not stop thinking about the kiss the previous night. He had felt good pressed up against her, and she bit her lip. Eric was so dangerous, but she was addicted to the thrill that he provided. She also knew how close she was to falling for him, and that terrified her. Genevieve turned on some music and closed her eyes, drifting off to dream about him all night. She woke up several times, gasping for breath as she opened her eyes. "Damn you, Eric." Genevieve muttered, as she curled back up under the covers.
Fall kicked in, and Genevieve began to even out emotionally. She was feeling more at home, and she had her friends to keep her going when she had a bad day. La Fayette always made her smile, and Sookie was as kind as she could be. Genevieve still longed for Eric's touch, but she assumed the time that had gone by had meant the ending to whatever they could have had. Nora was always at the apartment to keep her distracted, and officially moved in when her classes began. Genevieve was not ready for that, and she chose to keep working as much as possible and try to enjoy her life. The slow Bon temps lifestyle was beginning to suit her just fine, and she found herself calming as the days passed.
One night, Nora suggested going into Shreveport for dinner and a movie on Genevieve's day off. The weather was calm, so the girls jumped into Nora's Camry and took the small road trip. They ate at a BBQ place that was world famous, and cried together at a chick flick afterwards. Nora was still wiping the tears from her eyes when her phone chimed in the car, and she read the text quickly. "Kathy and Fern are at Fangtasia. Want to join them for a drink on the way home?"
Genevieve was silent for a moment, and then pressed her lips together. "Sure. Why now? I could use a shot or two." She pulled out her purse and quickly applied some dark red lipstick and fixed her eyes as best she could, and soon they were parking the car. Nora took a minute to fix herself up, and they got out of the car. Genevieve smoothed her short black skirt and plum scoop neck tee, wishing she was dressed more club appropriate. At least she had worn some heels with it. She approached the door, falling in line behind Nora. Pam eyed her as she walked up to her, and seemed to approve by the look in her bright blue eyes.
"Aren't you a tasty morsel tonight, Genevieve Richards? I trust we won't have a repeat incident this evening?" Pam asked her, and Genevieve smiled.
"I had not planned on it." Pam was dressed in a tight fitting red latex outfit with her hair in curls tonight, and heavily made up. She really worked hard on the vampire look.
"I don't think Eric is up for the rescue tonight. He has been…..a little rough around the edges for a time." Pam told her, her blue eyes intent on her, "Perhaps you can help that situation."
"I don't know about that." Genevieve told her, and Pam smiled. She walked in alone, since Nora had gone to find the other girls. Genevieve could not help but glance at the stage, seeing him sitting back in the throne. He looked sidetracked and bored, but stunning as always. She looked ahead and saw the girls at the bar and joined them in some shots. Genevieve saw the bartender glance Eric's way for a split second and then at her, and she turned her head to meet a steel gaze. She rose her glass his direction and drank it quickly, laughing as Nora said something to her. The girls started to like the music, and Genevieve joined them on one of the platforms. She closed her eyes and danced, releasing all of her stress in the moves. The beat pumped through her bones, and the words invaded her mind. Genevieve felt a cool touch on her leg, and looked down to see Pam watching her with avid eyes. Genevieve knelt down, and Pam licked her lips.
"You're being summoned." Pam informed her, and Genevieve raised her eyebrows. She turned to look at Eric, who raised one hand lazily at her.
"Summoned." Genevieve repeated to herself, walking over to him slowly through the crowd. Her muscles ached slightly, and she smiled at the feeling. The normal throng was crowded in front of him, and she gave them a look of disgust as she passed through them. Eric smirked as she did this, and Genevieve looked at him bravely. She stepped up to the throne and leaned over him as closely as she could without falling into his lap, holding onto the arms. "Is there where I offer myself to you, like every other woman here?"
Eric ran a hand along her inner leg slowly, and gazed into her eyes. He watched her face as she gulped, and then took the same hand and pulled her down over him in one movement . He leaned forward, caressing her neck with his lips softly. ""I don't think you want to offer your sweet blood to me, and I am nearly positive that you do not want to make love for the first time in this throne." She was silenced, and he pulled back and looked curiously into her face.
"How did you know?" Genevieve finally asked him, her heart pounding as she fought desire and shock.
"I smelled it the first time I was ever near you. It is the most desired blood there could be for me. Were you ever going to tell me that bit of information?" Eric asked her, his voice low as he gazed at her.
"It didn't ever matter." Genevieve answered, and he stroked her legs gently. "We never got to that point."
"Why are you here?" Eric asked her, ignoring what she had said. "Last time I saw you, you were running away from me."
"It was not my idea." Genevieve replied, scooting forward slightly so she would not feel like she was going to fall backwards. She saw his face and she narrowed her eyes. "If I am going to be yanked into your lap this way, I may as well be comfortable." She rested her hands on his legs, watching his eyebrow raise. "I would not have come on my own. I didn't think you would want to see me."
"I like watching you dance the way that you do. It makes me wonder why you have never been intimate with anyone, since you move so well. What I don't like is your drinking so blatantly, knowing what happened to you last time you were here." Eric ended his words in an angry tone, and she tried to push herself away. "This will ensure your safety, Genevieve." He slid the hand that was around her waist up her back, and pulled her closer to kiss her. She moaned and slid her hands up his legs to his chest slowly, accepting his mouth. She knew that her friends were watching, as well as a group of jealous admirers, but she let him deepen the kiss eagerly. She felt something dimly, and he pulled away and sighed. He took a phone out of his pocket and glanced at it, sighing as he answered it. Genevieve sat up and took several breaths, closing her eyes as she tried to calm herself down. She tried to move back, but his free hand held her firmly. She felt it drop away, and looked at him as his face paled further than what it already was. He ended the call after a few moments, and closed his eyes. Genevieve gazed at him, beginning to feel stupid as she sat there.
"Eric?" Her voice was soft as she reached forward to stroke his hair back. He opened his eyes slowly, and she saw fear in them as he stared through her.
"I need to go into my office." He glanced Pam's way, and lifted Genevieve off of him as he stood up. She stared at him, and he met her gaze with worried eyes.
"Can I help you?" Genevieve asked him, and he looked back at her for a moment. "Look, I know all I do is run away. But you really look worried about something right now."
Eric held out his hand and she took it, and followed him to his office. He got to work making phone calls and she sat on the couch watching silently. She got the impression that Bill and Sookie were headed to Fangtasia, and she bit her lip as she waited for him to speak to her. He hung up after one phone call, and ran his hands through his hair. He seemed to remember that she was there and gazed at her.
"What is going on? I have never seen you like this." Genevieve said softly, as his face tensed up.
"The sheriff in Dallas has gone missing. I am arranging to go and help find out where he is, and Bill and Sookie and Bill will be joining me." Eric told her vaguely in a tense voice, and she frowned.
"Are you close?" Genevieve asked him, and he gave her a deadpan stare. "You look almost like I did when I found out about the accident."
Eric stood up and began to pace. "You could say that." She jumped up and took his hand to make him stop. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him close to her, and he seemed shocked at first.
"I handled my loss mostly alone. I would have preferred to have someone do this." Genevieve told him, looking up. "I seem to handle all of it alone, don't I?"
"I would have been there for you, had you only asked." Eric told her, something replacing the fear in his eyes for a moment. It was warmth, and he stroked her hair back. "Genevieve-"
There was a tap at the door, and he looked up as he went to get it. Genevieve dropped her arms and sat back down, suddenly alone. Bill and Sookie came in, and Sookie glanced down at Genevieve in surprise. She took a seat next to her as she took her hand. Eric was speaking to Bill by the desk, and Sookie glanced at Genevieve worriedly. "How was work?" Genevieve asked, trying to forget the pain in his eyes,
"Slow enough that Sam let me come here." Sookie replied, looking at Bill as his face became worried. "Are you coming to Dallas with us?"
Eric stared at them as he heard those words, and Genevieve let the question hang in the thick air. "She could help." Bill told Eric, and glanced at Sookie. He was obviously concerned for her. "I don't think it is a bad idea, Eric."
I'll arrange the flight. Take her back with you and she can get packed. We'll be there for a few days, so make any arrangements that you need." Eric said, looking at something on his desk.
"I will." Genevieve felt her heart drop, and she looked down. She knew better than to ask for any details, but she did excuse herself to go and find Nora. She was at the bar with Kathy and Fern, and they stared at her incredulously.
"What was that?" Nora asked her, and Genevieve blinked at her. She felt dazed. "You were on his lap, Viv. You barely know him!"
Genevieve did not have the time nor inclination to explain, and she waved a hand to dismiss it. "Yeah. That. I am going to be returning to town with Bill and Sookie tonight, and leaving for Dallas with them…..soon. Go ahead and leave when you need to. Hang out in the apartment if you want to."
"Dallas? With him?" Nora asked her, staring at her friend like she was crazy. "Viv, what is going on?"
"I can't explain it right now." Genevieve replied, catching Sookie's gaze across the room. "I'll…..I'll see you later." She strode across the bar, and met up with her friend. "Leaving?"
"Yes. We need to get ready, since we're flying out tomorrow." Sookie said, and Genevieve gave her a perplexed look.
"Don't they sleep during the day?"
"I guess it is a special airline. I have not used it before." Sookie waited for Bill, and Genevieve saw him come out of the office with Eric. Eric met her eyes, and she searched his face for something like what she was used to. There was not a hint of arrogance now, just pure fear and worry. She let Sookie pull her out of the bar slowly, not wanting to leave him.
"What is the importance with his?" Genevieve asked them, trying to make sense of things.
The missing vampire is his maker." Bill told her, and then it hit Genevieve. Eric was suffering a possible loss matching her own.