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Eric calmed Genevieve down until she lie quiet in his arms, and then she sat up slowly. He looked at her red streaked face, and she blinked slowly. "I just want to go home." Genevieve told him in a flat voice, as her dull eyes stared forward at the floor in a slow drop of her gaze.
"In that, you mean our house?" Eric questioned her softly, and she seemed to consider that for a moment.
"It is the only place I have to call home anymore." Genevieve said, and stood up on shaky legs. Eric stood up and steadied her, sliding a hand down her back slowly. She knew that her face showed her reaction to the light touch, and she looked up at him for a moment.
"I'll take you, love. I don't want you to be alone." Eric said, leaning down to kiss her full lips gently in a lingering touch. "We can take a bath together and relax." He met her eyes and tried to smile at her comfortingly. "I love you, Genevieve. I want you to be at the very least content with this, if not happy."
Genevieve looked silently at him and nodded slowly, and he called Pam to the office to tell her that they would be leaving for the evening. She took one look at Genevieve and moved next to her. "What happened?"
"Her best friend came to visit her. She did not know yet." Eric explained calmly, watching Genevieve's face as it winced.
"We both could never see or friends and family ever again. It might be easier that way than dealing with reactions." Pam said thoughtfully, and pushed Genevieve's hair back with one hand.
"I would hurt either way." Genevieve replied, staring at the woman. Pam looked into her face, and Genevieve could see her remembering their kill that night in her eyes as they glazed over slightly.
"You will get through this. You were a natural out there." Pam assured her, stroking her cheek. Genevieve hugged her impulsively, and Pam glanced at Eric with a surprised expression as she embraced the young vampire. Genevieve pulled away and Eric led her out to his car and opened her door. He kissed her again before she got in, and she pulled him close to her as he pressed her into the side of the car.
"Do you love me, Genevieve?" Eric asked her in a husky voice as their deep kiss ended slowly, and she stared at him. "Do you love me enough for all of this to be worth it to you?"
"I need to think about that." Genevieve said, her green eyes bright with desire that she could not understand at that moment. "I know that I want you, Eric. I know that." She kissed him again and he groaned against her mouth as his own desire set in.
They got home and he ran a bath for her, despite their other ideas. She settled into the hot water and dropped underneath it to rinse off the dried blood for a long moment. When she came up, she saw Eric staring at the water as he waited to get in with her. She stared at his magnificent body unabashedly and he met her eyes with his darkening blue ones. "Can I join you?"
"Yes." Genevieve replied, and slid forward. He got into the massive tub and she felt his hands pull her back against him. He felt so good against her skin, and she replayed his earlier question in her mind. She thought back over their time together, and remembered him saving her more than just this time. She remembered the drive after Fangtasia and the way that she had been shaking when she walked away from the car, when she was still human. She remembered the night he had first made love to her and how good he had felt inside of her, and how much she had fallen in love at that moment. His hands caressed her as he washed her hair gently, and she closed her eyes as she remembered the rough sex the morning of Godric's demise and the emotion that they had both been feeling. It had felt so good despite the pain she had felt then and afterwards, and she sighed slowly. Genevieve remembered the first time she had opened her eyes as a vampire and how she had seen the world, and how much more she had noticed. She remembered his touch that night and how he had felt as they made love so hard together. She remembered how gentle he had been with her in contrast to the rough, and she slowly sank into his body as he finished rinsing her hair. She could feel his ebbing desire pressing into her and she stroked his legs with her fingers to see if it increased, and she smiled. "It does not take much with you, does it?" She asked softly in the candlelight, and he tensed under her fingers.
"Of course not. It's you. You're everything." Eric told her, his voice close to a whisper. She felt his lips on the back of her neck and his hands sliding around her body as he traced her skin. She shuddered as he pulled her up to kiss her skin harder and she moaned as she dug her fingers into his legs. "Do you love me, Genevieve? Do you?" His voice was demanding against her wet skin, and she pressed closer into him. "Tell me."
"Yes." Genevieve cried out, and he slid one hand up the skin of her thigh. "I love you, Eric." She moaned as he teased her with his fingers and he sank his teeth into her neck deeply. She moved her lower body with his movement, trapped by his mouth at her upper body, moaning as she climaxed gently. "How do you control my reaction to you?" Genevieve asked breathlessly, and he pulled away from her slowly.
"I am over 1000 years old." Eric reminded her, and she leaned against him. "Genevieve, do not ever leave me."
"Is that an order?" Genevieve asked him, painfully aware of their new relationship level.
"I could make it be if I needed to, but I have allowed Pam to go her own way when it suited me." Eric told her, and she sighed. "I was never in love with her, as I am you. That is the basis of my asking you to stay, and nothing else right now. Just try to deal with this as it is, and with help you'll be okay. Just promise me that."
"I'll try, Eric. I will try for you." Genevieve told him, and he tightened his grip on her shoulders.
"That would be enough with any other, but you need to try for you as well." Eric told her, and she nodded. "I want you to be…..happy, if that is possible."
Genevieve turned herself to face him, pressing herself into him. "This makes me happy. This contact with you, the way I want you so badly, and the way you draw me into you makes me happy." She slid her hands down and positioned him and slid herself over him, moaning as he entered her deeply. She heard the tub start to drain as she began to move over him, and he grabbed her hips tightly and guided her as he stared into her eyes. She saw something warm in their depths and she could not break her gaze, even when the water was gone and she was having another orgasm as she slid over him one last lingering time. They rinsed off in the shower and then he dried her off slowly as he took her body in with his still hungry eyes. She did not pass up her own opportunity and dried him off as well, taking joy in running her hands through his wet hair. She grabbed a brush and ran it through gently until it was straight on his shoulders, and then turned to the mirror. She gazed at herself in awe again, again not believing how she looked. She started to brush her hair and he took it from her and completed the task, and she met his eyes in the mirror. He took her hand and led her to the bed, and turned on the television.
"Find something or pick a movie, love. I want you to relax." Eric told her, and she looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "What?"
"I guess I'll just get dressed then if you are finished with me." Genevieve told him, starting to go to the dresser when he grabbed her arm. She looked at him and he drew her to him for a very deep kiss.
"I am not finished with you, as you put it. You were very upset not too long ago and I don't want to treat you wrongly tonight." Eric told her, after he pulled away. She was reeling from the intensity of it, and held onto him tightly. "We can relax as well as make love all night long as we normally do when we're here."
"You have a point." Genevieve told him, and he smiled at her. She went to the DVD shelf and sorted through the hundreds that were stacked neatly on it, and grabbed Goodfellas. She put it in and curled up on the pillows, watching as her Adonis stretched out next to her and kissed her hair. He watched the movie with her and she slowly moved closer to him, and kissed him in the middle of it. He lay still as she teased him with her tongue and she pulled away to stare at him. He was not responding to her.
"You're not liking this?" Eric asked her, and she glanced at the huge TV.
"I have seen this so many times. I am not knocking it, but laying her with you watching it is a bit…..distracting? Yes, that is a good word." Genevieve told him, and he smiled at her slowly. She kissed him again and he flipped her onto her back in one easy motion. She laughed and pulled him closer as he kissed her and pressed closely to her. They fell asleep tired and spent towards dawn, and Genevieve murmured to Eric that she loved him before her eyes closed.
She woke up to a hand tracing the skin of her lower back lightly, and then it hit her hard. Hunger consumed her, and desire finished in a close second. She tensed up and Eric held her firm as she felt him move beside her. "Genevieve. What is it?"
"I am so hungry." She said the words slowly and carefully, and he moved closer to her.
"I will get you a bottle and that will tide you over. Just stay here." He was gone only for an instant and then she was being handed the warmed bottle and she sat up downed it desperately. She closed her eyes and felt for his body with her hands, pulling him close to her. "I need you now. I don't want to objectify you at this moment, but I do want you to take me right here and now."
"That is somehow very sexy." Eric complimented her, and she laughed weakly. He moved onto the bed, pulling her over him as kissed her roughly and deeply, and soon she was sliding over him and fulfilling her desire. He let her fall against him as she calmed down again when they were both complete, and she sank her fangs into his neck deeply as he held her, and then she looked at his marble skin in the dim light of the bathroom. "That is a good start to the night. Let's get you out tonight so you can practice feeding, perhaps without the kill tonight?" She met his eyes and they were comforting. "I understand the need, Genevieve, I do. But I want to encourage control, and I know you can handle that."
"I can try to." Genevieve assured him, and he nodded slowly. "The desire, Eric. It is consuming as well at times. I felt it the other night when I was with Pam, but I denied it then. What do I do if it controls me? What are….the rules, as it were?"
"The rules." Eric repeated, stroking her hair back. "I am possessive, and you know that. I would prefer you not to be with anybody else, but I am aware of the intensity of it. I know that it can overtake you and you won't always be able to stop. Just try. I am here for your needs, love. I don't want you to live as I did when I was a new vampire. So brutal, so much killing and violence. I never forced my desire upon anyone to any truly bad degree, but it is not a memory I long for you to share. I want it to be easier for you, Genevieve. I love you."
"That's it. Those are my really general rules." Genevieve said, expecting him to be harsher. "If I do slip up, there won't be an argument or tension? We'll still be OK to be at home and be…..us?"
Eric was quiet for a long moment, and she remembered his anger at the incident with Danny. He had been livid, and she closed her eyes for a second at the memory of his cold stare. "I will say yes and try to mean it. I really will, Genevieve. But with the nature of my feelings, I have a hard time imagining not feeling any resentment."
"I get that." Genevieve said, feeling the rush of pressure washing over her. "It's probably not such a good idea to be your maker's girl, is it?"
"It could be difficult." Eric agreed, and they just looked at each other. He slid his hand down the front of her body slowly, and she closed her eyes and leaned her head back as it started all over again. He pushed her back onto the pillows, and kissed her deeply as he pressed into her. "I am always yours, lover.' His words were a sharp whisper in her ears that made her shiver before he sank his teeth into the smooth skin of her neck.
Genevieve dressed for the night, willing to give the bar a try for the evening. She picked a new black dress that hung a bit below her thighs, and some lace knee highs to go with it. She slid her feet into flats for a change, and finished with the curls in her hair and her make up. She loved how she looked, but she sighed as she stared in the mirror. There were so many emotions to go along with the pure joy of it. "You look very lovely." Eric complimented her, and she glanced up as it took her out of her thoughts. "Will you be with me all evening?"
She scanned him with slow eyes, taking in his jeans and tight fitting tee. She eyed the flip flops on his feet with a raised eyebrow, and he smiled.
"I am in the office tonight. I need to catch up on paperwork. You are always welcome to help me." Hi let his eyes slide down to her thighs as he said this, and they glazed over a bit as she saw his imagination start to run.
"I'll keep that in mind." Genevieve promised him, and he met her eyes again. He handed her another True Blood and she drank it a little slower, but not much. They took separate cars to the bar, and walked in the back entrance. Eric went to the office and she headed to the front, seeing Danny in the booth sorting music. She stood for a second and walked over slowly, and she saw him glance at her with slight fear in his eyes. They had not spoken since that night.
"Genevieve." he spoke her name with an odd formality, and she frowned. They had been too good of friends for that tone, though she did understand it. "You look good. I see that Eric turned you that…..well, he turned you." His eyes flicked to her for a moment and she caught the way they rested the skin between her skirt and her stockings.
"Yes, he was rather forced into it." Genevieve replied, and watched as he worked without looking at her. "Danny. Look at me."
"What?" He met her eyes, and seemed shocked by the appearance of them. "Your eyes are so green now."
"A few things have changed. But we can be friends, you know. We were before that incident." Genevieve told him, and he looked doubtful. "I know my line, and you know yours. We can be friends now and all will be well. It would be nice…..I am having some trouble with the old set of friends and the….ah, lack of new friends."
"I understand." Danny told her, and she knew that he was not nearly as old as Eric or even Pam. "If you ever need to talk, I am right here. It's tough at first, and I can imagine that being with your maker in the sense that you are isn't any easier."
Genevieve nodded slowly, and their eyes met. They both remembered that night in that look, and his eyes showed a few kinds of regret. She smiled and knew that it would end there, because Eric was…….well, Eric. He invoked feelings in her that she never knew existed, and she needed him in a way that went beyond what she could ever have imagined. Danny and Genevieve moved past their discomfort and she started to go through his new stuff and they resumed a friendship, this time between vampires. Eric checked out the bar before opening, and she caught his curious gaze and smiled at him. He had never spoken to Danny about that night. She headed to the bar for a True Blood as the crowd began to trickle in, and eyed the arrivals with a growing hunger. She saw the eyes that met hers, and settled on one pair that held her gaze. She saw the guy walk over to her, and appraised his dark curly tresses of dark brown hair and deep blue eyes with a quick glance.
"Hi there." His voice was shy and friendly all at once, and his eyes trailed over her as they made their way to her face. "I'm Brandon."
"Genevieve." She smiled slowly and shook his hand, and he raised his eyebrows at the cool feel of it. He glanced at her bottle of True Blood and back into her face.
"You're a vampire." Brandon said, and she smiled her winning smile at him and nodded. Genevieve leaned into her hand on the bar and slowly crossed her legs, noticing the way he glanced down at her skirt as it rose.
"Do you mind?" Genevieve asked him, staring into his eyes with another smile.
"I actually find that it makes you more beautiful." Brandon told her, moving closer to her as she drew him into her glamour. "You're not taken, are you?"
Genevieve smiled and moved closer to him as she reached out to stroke his leg with her free hand slowly. "I am completely unattached, and I hope you are as well." She felt his heartbeat increase as she slid her hand up towards his thigh and she could sense his desire rising within him. "Let's go somewhere, Brandon." She leaned close and brushed his lips with hers teasingly. "I know a nice dark room here where we'll be left all alone."
"Alone?" Brandon repeated, and kissed her deeply as her lips passed over his again. He slid a hand into her hair and held tightly, and she allowed him his moment. He pulled back suddenly as her fangs extended, and stared at her with wide eyes. "What does that mean?"
"It means I like what you are doing." Genevieve assured him, and smiled again. "Come." She uncrossed her legs slowly and slid off of the barstool, taking his hand and leading him down the hallway in the back. She opened a door and pulled him in, and he looked around as she pushed him against the wall. He kissed her deeply , gripping her hips tightly as he demanded her response. Genevieve let the kiss continue for a long moment, taking in the warmth of his mouth and the feeling of his heartbeat. She pulled away and slid her hands up his torso as she moved down to his neck, kissing the warm skin as she pushed his her back with one hand. She found that part where the blood was pulsing hard under his skin, and she felt a rush of hunger hit her. Genevieve slowly sank her teeth into him and allowed the warm liquid to gush into her mouth, sucking later and telling herself to stop before it was too late. She knew it was time and managed to pull back, and looked into his eyes as she stroked his face. She finished her glamour with soft reassurances and soft touches, and opened the door and let him leave without knowing a thing. Genevieve smiled a small smile, knowing that she had done it alone. She left the room and walked back into the bar, seeing Brandon talking to a human girl at the bar. She wiped her lip with one finger and walked back to the office to tell Eric that she had succeeded.
With his help and Pam's help, she gained some control over her hunger for the next couple of weeks and started to ease into her new life with more comfort. Genevieve still found herself alone or with Pam from time to time on what she had termed the killing street, where she was allowed to be the savage that she craved to be and kill as she desired. Genevieve never felt bad about taking their lives and she had a deeper hunger sometimes that needed to be fulfilled. She returned to Fangtasia a month after that talk with Eric alone after one visit to the killing street, glancing over at Eric as he sat in front of the crowd. She frowned as she saw Sookie sitting in the chair next to him, and they both glanced up at her. Sookie seemed surprised by her appearance as well as deeply saddened by something else, and Genevieve saw Eric point her to the office. Sookie stood in her white sundress and Genevieve noticed Bill sitting next to her. Sookie approached Genevieve and took her hand as she looked at her. "You look beautiful." Sookie told her, and Genevieve nodded silently. "Come with me."
"Sookie, what is it?" Genevieve asked, her high heels clicking on the floor as she followed her former human friend. Sookie opened the door and closed it after they were both inside, and then Eric walked in to sit beside her. "Somebody tell me what is going on." She searched Eric's eyes and he just stared at her with a concerned look, and she looked back to Sookie.
"I am not sure how to tell you this, Viv. I know you would not have heard otherwise." Sookie said slowly, staring at the ground as the tears slid down her face. She looked at Eric for a moment, and he took Genevieve's hand tightly in his. "It's Nora, Viv. She was killed on the highway two days ago going to school. I am so sorry, Viv."
Viv stared forward slowly, feeling herself crumble inside. She had a flashback of memories of Nora, as if a movie was playing. She saw them when they were small playing together in all of their favorite places. She saw them slightly older as they talked about boys. She remembered all of the letters and visits when Nora had moved. She remembered moving here, heartbroken and needing her best friend. Genevieve felt the tears slide down her cheeks when she remembered her birthday and more so when she remembered the last time when she had seen Nora. She would never forget the pain on her friend's beautiful face as she looked at Genevieve as a vampire, and she had an eternity to remember it now. Genevieve felt Eric pull her to him, and she lost herself in her sobs. She was barely aware of his comforting words and touches and she suffered one of the worst events she could imagine a vampire could endure. She dimly heard a door close as she cried, and she was soon draped over Eric like a blanket. He held her and she slowly stopped crying, as she felt the tears drying up. She felt him pick her up and take her to the car, aware of the breeze outside before she heard the car engine. She kept her eyes closed the entire time and felt him lay her down on what she could only guess was their bed. She curled up into a ball, and felt him stroking her hair gently. "I remember still when my wife died, and my children." Eric spoke softly, and she touched his hand to acknowledge his words, and their meaning to her. "I felt empty inside, more so than I ever could have imagined. It hit me that I would not see that day myself, and there was no chance of seeing them again upon my death, at least in theory. It took me a very long time to get past those times, and I still reflect upon them from time to time. I am very sorry, Genevieve." He kissed her hair gently, and she felt a warm cloth on her face as he cleaned the tears from her face gently.
"I love you more than ever at these moments, Eric." Genevieve whispered, as she felt him push his hair back. "But I also hate you for doing this to me." His hand abruptly pulled away, and the pain he was feeling rushed through her in a cold breeze.