A/N: I know in season 2, Eric talks about there being coffins at Fangtasia for him, Pam, Chow and Bill to sleep in after Sookie got attacked by Maryann. Yeah... I don't think that's glamorous enough for Eric. In this chapter, the three of them share a house close to Fangtasia.
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Made – Chapter 3
The parking lot they pulled into was empty, save for one car. The tall trees swayed in time with the soft breeze and the wind howled against the leaves. There was a small walkway that separated the trees and led further into the park, where hopefully the owners of the car would be waiting for them.
Eric led the way through the lush park until they got to a small clearing with a playground, a swing set, and a couple of worn out picnic benches. Sookie was certain that despite there being a car in the lot, that the park was actually abandoned – until she saw a couple.
The couple were both seated on the same swing; the teenaged boy was sitting on the swing, and the girl was straddling him at the waist. They were facing each other, the girl was unbuttoning her boyfriend's shirt and was shoving her tongue in his mouth.
"Them?" Sookie asked quietly so that the young lovers could not hear her.
Eric nodded. "They're virgins."
Sookie peered over at the couple again. The girl ran her tongue down the boy's neck, whose mouth was open and releasing soft moans. Sookie raised her brows. "They sure don't look like they are virgins," she said incredulously.
Eric laughed lightly. "They might not look it, but they smell it."
Sookie inhaled their scent; their blood smelled sweeter than most humans and unmistakeably innocent. Her mind erupted with their shared uncertainty of their actions – was her kissing sufficient, should he let her lips travel further down, should she unbutton his pants, should he let her unbutton his pants, should they wait for another time, were they going to get caught? "They smell..."
"Appetizing?" Eric supplied, and Sookie nodded weakly.
They approached the couple; they still did not realize that they were being watched. Eric cleared his throat and they immediately broke apart. The boy hastily buttoned his shirt back up and the girl removed herself from his lap and fixed her tousled hair. They both looked anxious and uneasy. "Hi, sir," the boy blurted out hoarsely, flushing at the sound of his voice. "Are you guys cops, or something?"
Eric glanced quickly at Sookie; he had a small, devilish grin on his lips. "We are not cops."
The girl's face went from worried to angry in the matter of a second. "Then why are y'all watching us?"
Sookie wanted to slap her; as if their midnight rendezvous were of any interest to her. But before she could comment on the girl's question, Eric began to glamor her. The girl's face went blank and her pupils dilated. "What is your name?"
"Don't tell him!" the boy pleaded.
"Alyssa."
"Good, Alyssa. Is that your boyfriend?"
Alyssa did not even glance at the boy who was with her. "Yes."
"What's his name?"
The boy glared at Eric and tried to yank his girlfriend away in the direction of their car, but she did not budge. "His name is Kevin."
"Alyssa, what the hell is wrong with you?" Kevin begged. He looked near tears. "What did you do to her?"
Eric did not answer him, but leaned down so that he could whisper in Sookie's ear, "Would you like to try and glamor him?
Sookie looked apprehensive. "Aren't I a little young to glamor a human?"
"Glamoring is about pulling a human's mind into yours, and you already do that, in a way," Eric explained quickly. "I'll show you how."
After considering Eric's offer, Sookie nodded.
Eric placed his hand on Sookie's lower back and guided her to stand closer to Kevin. "Look into his eyes," Eric instructed, and Sookie caught Kevin's gaze. His eyes were a beautiful hazel. "Let your mind go blank." Sookie dropped all of the barriers that she set to keep out human thoughts, and before Eric told her, "Now draw his mind into yours," Sookie already had possession over scared, pathetic Kevin. His eyes that were squinted in fear eased considerably and his pupils grew wide as if he were in a deep trance. "Very good, Sookie. Now tell him there's no reason to be afraid."
Sookie did not break her gaze with boy. "There's nothing to be afraid of, Kevin." He nodded lazily without blinking.
"And that he's not in trouble," Eric added.
"Don't worry," Sookie placed her cold hand gently on Kevin's shoulder. "You aren't in any trouble."
Kevin's face broke into a wide grin and he nodded happily. "That's good news!"
"Tell him that you noticed there's a kink in his neck," Eric whispered to Sookie, who looked confused. "And that you will help him feel better." He gave her a pointed look and she understood.
Sookie placed a hand on the base of Kevin's neck. "Does your neck hurt, darling?"
Kevin's mouth opened slightly. "Actually, it does." He placed his hand on Sookie's and rubbed his neck with her hand.
"I can help you feel better," Sookie said in a dreamy tone, grabbing Kevin's hand in hers as she brought it down to his side. "Would you like that?"
"Very much." Kevin was dazed to oblivion.
"Good job, Sookie," Eric said approvingly. He was proud of his newest child.
Sookie smiled at her maker before releasing her fangs and sinking them into Kevin's young, taut skin. He sucked in his breath when she pierced his skin, but otherwise did not seem to be in any pain. He stood still, marveling at how his neck was feeling better already, and he brought his hand up to gently stroke Sookie's blonde hair.
Eric had Alyssa believing that he was giving her a hickey that she deeply desired. As he fed from her neck, Alyssa's tongue slithered from her mouth, lashing in the night air as she tried to get a taste of Eric's beautiful, luminous skin.
Sookie's skin looked sunburned from their feed; Eric's skin was flushed a dull pink. "What did you tell Kevin before we left?" Eric asked finally. He saw Sookie glamor Kevin a little more than what was necessary.
"Oh, um... I told Kevin to wait to have sex with Alyssa," Sookie said quietly as she fidgeted in her seat.
Eric laughed. "Why would you do that?" He didn't understand why anyone would wait to have sex, or why Sookie planted that thought in his mind.
"Because I read her mind, and she's fixing on leaving Kevin for someone on the football team," she told Eric. Sookie was far more hesitant on who she bedded than Eric was, seeing as she only slept with one man in her life. First times were meant to be special with someone who loved you, not with someone who was going to leave you for someone else.
"Well, they could have had a little bit of fun before she called it quits," Eric said with a wink. He pulled into Sookie's driveway. Her house looked dark and inviting; the same way they left it.
Sookie opened the passenger's side door to get out of the car, but was stopped when Eric reached over her and slammed the door shut. He pressed a small button on the side of his door and locked them inside the car. Sookie looked at him with wide eyes. "What's wrong?"
"There are werewolves in your house again. I could smell them when you opened the door," Eric whispered. His fangs were out and his eyes were blazing. "You can't stay here," Eric told her, shifting the gear of his Corvette to reverse.
"What? Where the heck am I going to stay, then?" Sookie asked, looking at her house. It looked so welcoming and full of love. She hated that she had so many intruders as of late. It was her house; how dare some werewolf enter without her consent! Sookie vehemently wished that werewolves had the same rules about entering houses that vampires did.
Eric pulled out of her driveway and back onto the road. "You'll stay with me in Shreveport. Bon Temps is no longer safe for you; not for a while, at least."
Sookie processed what Eric said, and immediately got angry. "What? But I live here. My life is here!"
"Not anymore." Eric didn't like that he was upsetting her, but he'd rather her be upset than hurt. She might technically be dead now, but her life was still delicate.
"What about my job?" Sookie demanded. She didn't try and get out of the car, but she certainly wanted to. "Where am I going to work?"
Eric considered her question and then said, "You can work at Fangtasia as a dancer."
Sookie's jaw dropped. She knew how to dance, but she didn't do it often, especially not the kind of dancing that took place at Fangtasia. "What about my clothes?"
"We'll go shopping tomorrow night," Eric said simply. "Pam can come with us if you like. You can borrow some of her clothes until we go." Eric was fairly certain that Pam would enjoy sharing clothes with Sookie; maybe a little too much. He'd have to remind her to share her more conservative clothing.
"My car?" Sookie asked helplessly.
"I'll buy you a new one," Eric said, keeping his eyes on the road. "Lord knows you need one."
Sookie was out of excuses about why they should go back to her house. She sat back in her seat and folded her arms stubbornly over her chest. She thought of her house, all her belongings, her friends and co-workers at Merlotte's, and her little yellow car. Sookie felt a deep twinge of sadness as they sped towards Shreveport.
It was two hours till dawn when they arrived at Fangtasia. Pam and Chow were waiting for Eric near the entrance. The rest of the bar was locked up and ready for business to start the next night.
"Oh, isn't her new skin lovely?" Pam asked sweetly, running the back of her hand against Sookie's cold cheek. Sookie drew back slightly and Pam smiled. "I guess this makes us sisters now." Her lips were plump and glossy. Pam had already changed out of her costume she wore during business hours and was currently dressed in a flattering floral dress.
Sookie hadn't thought about the fact that both her and Pam were made by Eric, and what that meant for their relationship. She wondered if they could be friends. "I guess so."
Pam glanced over to Eric. "Will you actually be able to get her back to Bon Temps before dawn?"
Eric looked at her and Chow. His expression told them that what he was going to say was how it was going to be. "Sookie is going to be staying with us for a while," he told them. "There were more werewolves at her house tonight."
"What if they come looking for her here?" Chow asked. Somehow, he didn't sound like he minded if they came after Sookie, Eric, Pam, or ruined the bar. He only seemed interested in his own safety.
"They won't," Eric said confidently. "No one knows that Sookie left her home for Shreveport." Eric narrowed his eyes at Chow as if to dare him to argue further. Chow could be easily replaced. "Do you have any more questions?"
Chow shook his head. Pam looked utterly excited. "Let's go, then," Eric said.
Sookie expected to get back in Eric's car and to drive to their place, but they didn't. Eric, Pam, and Chow braced themselves to run and shot off. They ran slow enough so that they would not leave Sookie in the dust, but she still held up the rear.
In less than a minute, they were standing outside of what must have been the house that Eric, Pam, and Chow shared. The house looked extremely small; it was only one story and the exterior of the house seemed large enough for just one room. They had a lot of land around their house, and Sookie wondered if they, too, ever had to spend nights sleeping in the dirt.
Sookie was right about the first floor of the house only having one room – a kitchen. The kitchen was incredibly simple: it was complete with only a round table with six chairs, a stainless steel refrigerator that likely held Tru Blood, and a matching microwave.
There was also a steel, light-tight door which lead down to the rest of the house.
Their house was just as lavish as Fangtasia, but didn't resemble a nightclub quite as much. Contemporary furniture was placed around a large, flat screen television in the sitting room. There was a more impressive kitchen with a bar – likely for entertaining humans. There was a separate room with a long table, twelve chairs, a mini refrigerator, and a microwave; ideal for conferences. Sookie spotted an indoor hot tub, a pool table, and a couple of stripper poles. Clearly Fangtasia's business wasn't suffering.
"Pam, please let Sookie borrow some of your clothes for the morning and for tomorrow night," Eric said as he pulled out some bottles of blood and placed them in the microwave.
"Let's go, sugar," Pam said as she led Sookie back to her room. "I think you'll be staying in the room next to me." All of the bedroom doors were made out of the same light-tight steel as the door down into the home, just in case that door was opened during the day.
Pam's room was very clean and girly. The walls were painted the palest pink, she had a white chest of drawers, armoire, nightstand, and full-length mirror. Her four-poster bed was covered with a delicate floral quilt. Her walk-in closet was bursting with clothes. "I do hope you didn't expect I slept in a coffin every day," Pam said sweetly when she saw Sookie's expression. "What would you like to borrow for the morning?"
"A robe and a nightgown will work," Sookie said with a smile.
Pam pulled out a light pink robe and a cotton nightgown from her armoire and handed them to Sookie who stood still with the clothes held in her arms. "Are you going to get undressed or do you want me to do it for you?" Pam asked with a wide grin.
"Um, I'll undress myself." Sookie's voice was high and her eyes were wide. She laid the clothes Pam gave her on her bed and quickly discarded her clothes and bra. She slipped the white nightgown over her pale skin. It was very short; it only came down to her mid-thigh. Sookie pulled the robe – which was not much longer – over the nightgown and tied it at her waist. Never before had she worn a silk robe; it felt so smooth and light on her skin.
"There!" Pam said excitedly, flattening the folds of the robe with her cool palms. "What would you like for tomorrow night?"
"Do you have any jeans?" Sookie asked. Pam never seemed like a blue jeans kind of girl. She always wore nice trousers or skirts.
Pam escaped to the back of her closet, dug around, and emerged with a single pair of blue jeans that appeared to have never been worn. "I have them for emergencies," Pam explained, handing the jeans over to Sookie. "And on top?"
"Just a simple shirt will be fine," Sookie said.
Pam pulled out a drawer and passed a fitted white shirt to Sookie. "Do you need anything else?" Pam's smile was wide. She was positively tickled that Sookie would be living with them. Being the only woman of the house with Eric and Chow was getting a little old.
Sookie began to shake her head, but then her mind erupted with all kinds of questions for Pam. "Do you like being a vampire, Pam?"
She laughed lightly at Sookie's question. What a silly thing to ask. "Of course. What's not to like?"
Sookie could think of numerous things she didn't particularly like about her new life: drinking blood, having to obey Eric no matter what, the possibility of killing someone so easily always present in the back of her mind... it wasn't exactly her ideal. "What about when you were changed?" Sookie asked softly, hoping that it was not a delicate subject with Pam. "Did you feel the same in the beginning?"
Pam's face fell slightly. She walked over to her bed, sat on the edge, and invited Sookie to sit with her. Pam didn't speak right away. She arched her neck and listened, making sure that Eric and Chow weren't eavesdropping. When she was certain neither of them were lurking around in the hallway, she said, "I was turned a little over a hundred years ago. Eric and I met one night. He was really upset; said that he was going through a breakup of sorts, and didn't know when he was going to see his friend again." Sookie wondered who that friend was, and if it might have been Godric. She remembered when Eric told her he hadn't seen Godric for many decades before they were together again in the basement of the church. "We seemed to really hit it off, and I asked if he wanted to come home with me," Pam continued, not looking at all bashful about the change in subject. "It was the best sex I ever had. Well, up until that point at least."
Sookie gave Pam a small smile. Pam was reminiscing about her night with Eric with a dazed sort of expression. "Eric bit me, of course, and maybe it was because he was so sad, but he nearly drained me. He didn't mean to; I remember him being upset with himself, so he made me to atone for almost killing me." Pam curled her blonde hair behind her ear. She looked up at Sookie. "At first, I didn't mind being a vampire. It was nice, different, exhilarating – and spending every night with Eric never got dull. But then I killed some humans accidentally. Back then, it wasn't uncommon for young vampires to mistakenly over-suck the blood out of a human. I felt like a monster," Pam ended in a flat tone.
"Eric didn't watch over you to make sure you didn't kill anyone?" Sookie asked incredulously. While she hadn't been a vampire very long, she hadn't fed without Eric yet.
Pam laughed and was smiling again. "Eric wanted me to learn how to hunt on my own in the beginning. There was no synthetic blood back then, so it was imperative that I learn how to feed on my own very quickly in case Eric couldn't be with me one night, otherwise I'd starve. I only killed a couple of humans then, and it was always when I was alone. I didn't tell Eric at first because I was so embarrassed, but he must have known anyway." Pam fussed with her clothes and the bangles on her slim wrist before she addressed Sookie again. "Do you not like being a vampire yet?"
Did she like it? Her life these past couple of days seemed like a whirlwind. She didn't have time to stop and get used to all the changes she was going through. It was so overwhelming. "I guess I am just not used to being a vampire yet," Sookie admitted. "It feels like I am not living my own life."
There was a small smile on Pam's lips. "It'll get better," she said reassuringly, and Sookie hoped she was right.
Eric was suddenly standing in Pam's doorway. Sookie didn't even hear him walk up the hall. He was leaning against the door frame casually with his hands in his pockets. His azure eyes were all over Sookie. "I see that you were able to borrow some of Pam's clothes."
Sookie shot up from the bed, clutching the jeans and shirt to her chest. Eric eyes ran up and down her frame again, resting where the robe brushed her thighs. His smile made Sookie blush. She gave Eric a small nod.
"I want to show you where you will be sleeping," Eric requested. It was about an hour till dawn and Sookie needed to rest. "Ready?"
"Yeah, sure," Sookie answered. She thanked Pam for allowing her to borrow some of her clothes before following Eric to her sleeping quarters.
Eric led her into what was now her bedroom. The furniture and sheets were very simple and impersonal; it was obvious that the room was used for guests. The comforter that adorned the bed was an appalling green, blue, and yellow plaid. The closet was roomy and completely bare. Sookie felt so far away from home; like she was sleeping in a less than ideal hotel room.
"I can get you some new bedroom things after you're settled in if you'd like," Eric said when he saw that Sookie's face had fallen at the sight of the room.
Sookie flashed Eric a fake smile. She was grateful for being out of danger, but she missed her home, her job, her brother, her friends... her boyfriend. "It's fine, Eric. Thanks so much." She wished she snap out of her melancholy.
Eric's cool, light touch running up and down her sides was enough to do the trick.
The clothes that Sookie clutched in her hands dropped lamely to the floor in a bundle. She gazed up into Eric's face; his eyes were dark with lust – a feeling he had so strongly for her that Sookie could feel his need through their bond. Sookie sucked in breath that she no longer needed when Eric's palm cupped her cheek. His lips were so close to hers. She could smell the sweet scent of blood on his tongue. Eric ached to press his lips against hers.
But he kissed her cheek instead. "See you tomorrow night."
I am having difficulty coming up with a name for the store that Sookie gets her dancer clothes from. Any suggestions? :3 If I use your suggestion, I will be sure to credit you in the author's notes! 3