A/N: I apologize for this chapter taking forever to go up. I came down with a nasty cold, and this chapter proved difficult for me to write. Now, however, I am feeling better and have more patience, so here you go.

Please note—I bumped this up to M. This was always going to be an M-rated story, it just took a bit for me to get there. My stuff is pretty explicit (go big or go home, right?), so if that's not your cup of tea, you might want to stop reading. :(

A part of this chapter was inspired by a scene in Club Dead, which is the third book in the SVM series. However, this chapter in no way spoils anything. Book readers should be able to pick up on the inspiration, though!

Thanks for all the feedback! It really keeps me motivated to write more. Enjoy!~

Made – Chapter 5

Like a curious child out of her room at night, she tiptoed down the long hallway. She peered at each door she passed, making sure it was shut so no one would catch her out of bed, headed toward Eric Northman's bedroom. Her feet moved across the carpeted hall lightly, making absolutely no sound. She pressed her body up against the wall, concealed in a blanket of shadows, just in case someone popped out of a corner. As she slithered down the hall, her pastel pink sheer baby doll top ghosted over the tops of her thighs playfully.

Sookie Stackhouse was on a mission, and that mission was to sneak into Eric's bed and have her way with him.

A few more paces down the hall and Sookie finally arrived outside of Eric's door. She considered knocking—it would be the courteous thing to in case Eric was in the middle of something private—but opted against it in case she'd disturb the others. She couldn't wake them; she couldn't be seen. Instead, she reached a hand out, grasped the doorknob, and turned it.

Curled up under a mountain of blankets was Eric Northman who was sound asleep. Sookie scampered inside his room and quietly shut the door behind her. She watched Eric intently, not moving until she was certain that she didn't wake him. When Sookie didn't hear or see Eric stir in his bed, she took a couple of steps closer.

Eric looked altogether dead, and Sookie laughed to herself when she supposed he was. She stood at the foot of his bed, watching him. Not once did he snore, nor did his blankets rise and fall with his chest since he had no need to breathe. He looked like a corpse, but instead of being laid out in a coffin, he was laid out in a bed just for Sookie.

Sookie rubbed her hands together victoriously before she lifted up the ends of Eric's comforter, tossing them over herself as she crawled onto his bed. Eric's long legs were parted just enough for Sookie to wiggle up in between them.

Immediately, she noticed that Eric liked to sleep in nothing at all. She also noticed that he was half-hard, and she idly wondered if he was dreaming of her. She took her time taking in the sight before her; his milky white skin, the neatly trimmed thatch of dark blond curls, how large he was even without being fully erect. Sookie brought her nose down and inhaled his scent—rich and masculine. It's intoxicating, and she's certain she could get worked up just from the way he smells and nothing else.

But somehow, that's just not gonna cut it this time.

With a confident hand that even surprised herself, Sookie grabbed Eric's cock at the base. It's almost humorous to her how tiny and slim her fingers looked wrapped around his girth, and she had to suppress a giggle so she didn't wake him up. She doesn't move her hand right away; she studied the weight of him in her hands like a scientist does a curious specimen, holding it up to see how it moved on its own. Then, she gave one light tug, marveling at how his cock seemed to glide along with her hand as if the two were made for each other. She squeezed the tip gently, and as if she found Eric's switch and flipped it on, he started to respond in her hand. The more Sookie stroked, the more his cock responded until the head was a violent red-purple and throbbing in her hand.

Sookie poked her head out from the covers to see if Eric was still asleep. As soon as she saw that his eyes were closed, she escaped beneath the comforter again and went back to it. The longer her eyes were on him, the more enthralled she was. She watched as a small white glistening drop appeared at the tip, and she wondered how he might taste—

Before she could tell herself no, Sookie poked her tongue out, swirling it over the head of Eric's cock as she lapped up the fluid. A smooth, salty taste erupted in her mouth, and Sookie concluded that it really wasn't as bad as she was expecting. Wanting to explore further, Sookie opened her mouth up wide, bringing it down over Eric's hard cock. She felt the tip bump up against the back of her throat, and she had the sensation of gagging, but swallowed it down, not moving so she could get used to the feeling. She felt Eric pulsing excitedly in her mouth, begging for release while his body remained still as a board. Sookie flicked her tongue so that it was pressed against the underside of his cock, and ran up the length to suck at the head. She brought her mouth back down over him, and up, down, and up, bobbing in an increasing tempo until his cock swelled with ecstasy, coming in hot spurts down Sookie's throat.

With the back of her hand, Sookie wiped off the mess around her mouth. She was surprised that after this whole time, Eric still didn't wake up. Maybe he was really dead? Really, really dead. Tentatively, Sookie searched for the ends of the blankets, and popped out her head.

When she looked up, it was into Bill's eyes. Not Eric's.

Sookie jerked awake. Her whole body felt tense and her fangs were down. She sat up in her bed, mulling over what she had just dreamed about, but it was escaping from her mind like water escapes from cupped hands. All she could remember was that she was with Eric, enjoying his body, and then he turned into Bill. She ached; seeing his face so explicitly in her dream, almost as if he was literally right in front of her, made her stomach twist uncomfortably. She'd be lying if she said she didn't miss Bill, but was she also royally pissed off at him. Sookie hated that he still had some kind of hold over her, but she supposed that was mainly her fault since she was in control of her feelings.

Pushing her body up, Sookie got out of her bed and felt her fangs retract with a small click. She also didn't understand why she had such a sensual dream about Eric. Did his blood still have a hold on her in that department, or was it because she thought he was attractive? Did she really want to do what she did in the dream? Or did she just dream all that because she was lonely? Sookie did have to admit that she was lonely; Bill left her feeling so completely empty that she could hardly take it, but she was fairly certain that she didn't only want Eric's lips and hands on her body simply because she missed the touch of another man. A part of her deeply desired feeling Eric's body pressed hungrily against hers no matter what her situation was.

But did Eric still truly want her now that she was no longer human? He had kissed her last night—well, he almost did. He also gave her some sexy lingerie, and that had to mean something, right? She had nothing to offer him anymore, no sweet blood of hers to nourish him, so maybe he was only flirting with her like he does with just about everyone.

Sookie really hoped she was wrong.

She brought her fingertips up to her head and massaged her temples. Sookie's head felt like it was being squeezed by an iron vise. She hated not knowing what to feel, or how to feel. She hated that Eric was so incredibly forward with her, but still always enigmatic. She hated how Bill left her in the dust...maybe she really just hated Bill now.

Rummaging in her new dresser, Sookie pulled out some black exercise pants and a bright pink sports bra. She had an appointment with Pam—she was going to teach Sookie how to dance, and Sookie figured that workout clothes was the ideal choice for what to wear since she knew she'd be moving around a lot. She dreaded her dance session with Pam, but was excited about it all at the same time. Sookie really enjoyed being around Pam now. She figured if she could no longer talk to Tara, then she'd at least have Pam to talk to.

With her new change of clothes and towel in tote, Sookie padded towards the bathroom and hopped in the shower.

"Have you ever seduced a man?" Pam asked as she watched Sookie attempt to dance. "You're doing it all wrong."

Sookie glared at Pam. As pompous as it sounded, she never needed to seduce a man. All the normal men did not shut up enough for her to keep any sort of relationship beyond a friendship alive, and she never needed to sell herself to Bill. "I am not really much of a dancer," Sookie explained as she tightened her ponytail.

They were in a room at Fangtasia that Sookie didn't even know existed; a dance studio. The floor was wooden and a whole wall was covered top to bottom with mirror panels. Sookie hated the idea of dancing in front of a mirror. It was embarrassing enough that she had to dance in front of Pam when she didn't really know how; the addition of the mirror wall just made it worse.

Pam signed, and walked over to join Sookie in front of the mirror. Sookie watched as Pam's eyes glanced over her, as if she was sizing her up. "Follow me, cupcake. I'll go slow." Pam parted her legs slightly, standing firmly.

Sookie echoed Pam's stance and glanced at her expectantly in the mirror. "Sway your hip out to the side," Pam instructed, and Sookie watched as she swung her hip to the right. A beat later, Sookie followed, popping her hip out, but feeling very foolish when she did. She thought that she looked more like a stubborn, bratty teenager who wasn't getting her way instead of a sexy dancer. Pam noticed Sookie's discomfort and added, "Relax so you can move your body fluidly," she said, taking a couple of paces closer to Sookie till her hands were gently rested on Sookie's shoulders. "Just let go of all your inhibitions, all your worries, everything that has been bothering you the past couple of days, and just let your body melt." Her glossy pink lips were close to the shell of Sookie's ear. "Think of something that makes you feel good to get there; something that makes you feel on fire."

On fire—well, she knew what that felt like; it was every time Bill caressed her face, wrapped his strong arm around her waist, cupped her once warm breasts with his cool, needy hands. But it just made her cold inside and feel utterly forsaken when she thought of Bill. Eric brought the heat now; she remembered how his lips felt against hers, and imagined them kissing other parts of her body.

With the thought of Eric's eyes all over her, and Pam's hands on her hips, she swayed seductively with Pam's guidance. "That's more like it!" Pam exclaimed, removing her hands, and Sookie couldn't help feeling proud of herself. "Now we've got to add your arms into the mix. As you move your hips, touch your body," she said with a bright smile.

"What?" Sookie asked incredulously, her skin flushing a dull red.

Pam's light laughing didn't help her embarrassment. "Not like that," she said, "just run your hands down your body. Here, I'll show you." For a moment, Sookie was worried that Pam was going to touch her. Instead, Pam placed her palms on her shoulders, and Sookie watched as she ran them languidly over the swell of her breasts, her bare sides, and the slight curve of her hips. "Like that; make the men want to touch you, and maybe the ladies, too."

Sookie considered what Pam said with a strange face. She certainly did not want people touching her that she didn't know, and she prayed that Fangtasia had some kind of security personnel to make sure that the patrons kept their hands to themselves. Trying to put the thought of hungry hands reaching to her out of her mind, Sookie pressed her palms against her upper chest and brought them slowly over her body as she rocked her hips.

They danced in the studio for a good hour. Pam showed her how to use her new speed for different dance moves, how to pop her hips, shake her ass, and how to tease the customers. Sookie expected to feel dirty after dancing so provocatively, like a low-class scarlet woman, but she felt quite the opposite. She felt sexy, liberated, and so very feminine.

"You did so well for your first time! Maybe you'll get to use the pole!" Pam said excitedly as she led Sookie out of the dance studio.

"Uh, I don't want to be a stripper," Sookie said. Dancing was alright; she didn't really mind it after all was said and done, but she wasn't going to let just anyone see her in the buff. All the practice in the world couldn't make her that unreserved.

Pam chuckled. "I don't mean stripping, just dancing with the pole," she explained with a smile. "Ready to show Eric your moves?"

"What?" Sookie squeaked. She knew this would be coming—of course she'd have to show Eric how she danced before he she actually had to work, but she was still incredibly nervous about the whole ordeal. Sookie cleared her throat and said, "Um, sure, but would it be okay for me to make one quick phone call?"

"Of course you can," Pam said sweetly as she ran her hand lightly down Sookie's bare arm. "You can make your phone call while you change."

"Change?" Sookie asked weakly.

"Into one of your dancer costumes," Pam said with an excited nod, running her eyes up and down Sookie's body, examining her sweaty clothes. "You can't dance for Eric in that."

Sookie sighed, thanked Pam, and ran back to their house. She was able to arrive faster than she had previously—her speed must be improving, and for that, Sookie was glad. Her new life, while she still had trouble getting used to it, did have its perks. As soon as Sookie made it to her room she closed the door behind her, snatched up her phone off the beside table, and dialed a number she knew by heart.

"Hello?" the voice called from the other end.

"Sam? It's me," Sookie said into her cell phone.

"Oh my God, Sookie, how are you?" Sam's voice sounded strained. Sookie could tell that he was trying to contain his temper.

"I'm fine, Sam, thanks, and yourself?"

"Good, where are you? Tara said you haven't been by your house in a couple of days, and you haven't come into work since-"

"Yeah, Sam, about that—I don't appreciate you running off at the mouth to Tara. My business is none of yours, and it's up to me to tell Tara where I am, not you."

Sam paused before he spoke. "Everyone was worried, Sookie, and I didn't tell her exactly what happened to you."

"You told her enough," Sookie protested stubbornly.

Sam didn't want to argue. He might have been mad, but he didn't want to have a sour conversation with Sookie—not after he hadn't truly spoken to her in days. "Where are you, Sookie?"

"I'm in Shreveport."

"At Fangtasia with Eric?"

Sookie considered his question before answering it. "Yes, I am at Fangtasia with Eric."

"What happened to you, Sookie?"

"Well, I was almost killed a couple nights ago by some werewolves. They showed up at my house again, and that's why I came to Shreveport so Eric could keep me safe."

"I could keep you safe..."

Sookie's voice tensed. "Maybe you could if I was still human."

Another pause. "So, you're really a-a-"

"Vampire, yes."

"Why'd you let this happen to you, Sook?"

It was like Bill all over again. "I didn't let this happen to me, Sam. I told you I was dying."

"I'll come for you," Sam said instantly.

"What? What do you mean?"

"I'll get you out of that mess. I know things with Eric can't be going too well; I know how he can be-"

"Things have been going alright, Sam. Eric's different with me now."

"Now that he doesn't want to kill you, you mean?"

Sookie felt her temper rising. "Eric never wanted to kill me. He could have a hundred times, but he never did."

"I don't like the sound of this, Sook."

"I don't like the sound of you, Sam."

Sam continued as if she hadn't just said that. "I'll come and get you, Sookie."

"Don't bother, Sam. This is my life now. Both of us have to come to terms with that."

"But you don't-"

"Look Sam, I have to go."

"But Sookie-"

"I'm sorry, Sam. I'll talk to you later."

Sookie didn't wait for Sam's response; it'd probably just be a protest, anyway. Instead, she slammed her phone shut, hanging up on her friend and boss, and felt a bit guilty. Her and Sam had been through a lot, and they had their fair share of fights. But Sam didn't understand, and Sookie couldn't stand hearing him say how he was going to march in, rescue her, and save the day. He was so jaded; Sookie couldn't be saved, nor did she want to. She knew she couldn't go back to Bon Temps, not yet, not when she would want to drink the blood of every human around her until their veins were dry as deserts. Here in Shreveport, she was protected, taken care of, and watched over so she wouldn't become a monster.

However, as she changed into one of her costumes, she couldn't help but wonder whether or not Sam would truly come for her like he said he would.

Please be in the home somewhere, please be in the house somewhere, please be in the house somewhere, Sookie thought to herself as she fidgeted in her tiny shorts and cut-out top.

She walked down the hall to Eric's bedroom and knocked on his door. "Eric?"

"Come in," Eric's voice called out. Sookie gathered up all of the confidence she had, opened the steel light-tight door, and walked into Eric's room. She cleared her throat, and Eric turned around to face her. His eyes traveled up and down Sookie's body and a small, devilish smile appeared on his lips. "What can I do for you, Sookie?"

Her name on his lips made her feel like putty. "Uh, Pam told me to come here," Sookie said in a tiny voice, shifting her weight when she saw Eric's eyes on her. "I'm supposed to show you what I learned with her earlier tonight."

Eric's eyes lit up. "Oh, well, we can't do that in here," he told her, and Sookie was glad to hear it. Dancing for Eric in his bedroom just seemed a bit too scandalous. He held out his hand for her to take. "Come on."

Sookie took Eric's hand and allowed him to lead her toward a room in the house she hadn't seen before. It was one fit for private affairs; complete with a refrigerator, microwave, several comfortable couches, and plenty of space to dance. How quaint, Sookie thought to herself sarcastically. "You can dance for me here," Eric told her.

He pulled out two bottles of Tru Blood and popped them in the microwave. As he waited for the timer to go off, Eric asked, "How did the dance session go with Pam?"

Sookie hesitated; should she tell him how uncomfortable she felt about dancing at first, but then when she thought of him, her body seemed to take over as if she had been dancing for years? "It went well," Sookie finally said, "Pam was very helpful."

"She told me you are a fast learner," Eric said in a voice that made Sookie's lower body tingle.

"Uh, that's kind of her to say," Sookie managed as she tried to get a hold of herself. "She probably thinks I'm better than I actually am."

He smiled, passed a bottle of blood to Sookie, and held the other in his hand as he situated himself on the couch. "I'll be the judge of that."

Sookie felt her insides twist at Eric's words. She brought the bottle up to her mouth and swallowed a large gulp, hoping the synthetic blood would keep her nerves at bay. Oh, how she wished Pam were here. Pam had already seen her made a fool of herself, and something about her kept Sookie calm.

When Sookie did not start moving, Eric cocked his brows and said, "So, are you going to show me?"

"Uh, sure," Sookie managed, her stomach so knotted up that she thought she might be sick. She took another sip from the bottle, held the warm synthetic blood in her mouth, and finally swallowed it down slowly. She stilled, and allowed her mind to erupt with thoughts of Eric; his touch on her body, his tongue in her mouth, his earnest hands working off her clothes. Sookie felt a deep pull in her lower belly; her body seemed to melt and her limbs became as flexible as molding clay.

She moved with more fervor than she had when she was with Pam; something about Eric being in front of her, watching her, awoke a deep desire inside of her to arouse Eric. Sookie didn't feel like herself as her palms coddled her breasts, and she looked up into Eric's dark eyes and asked, "So, is Pam right?"

Eric inhaled sharply and cleared his throat. "How about you come closer?"

Whether or not this was a good idea, Sookie didn't really care. She took a few steps closer to Eric, trying to be as seductive as possible, and hoping she did not look foolish. She was close enough now that when she swayed her hips out to the side, Eric could have reached out and touched her if he wanted to.

Apparently, this wasn't good enough. "A bit closer."

A few more steps and Sookie was standing right in front of him; her thighs trapped between his legs.

Eric had to crane his neck up to look in her eyes. "Closer."

Sookie looked down. "If I get any closer, I am going to be sitting in your lap."

"And how is this a problem?" Eric asked with a half-smile on his lips.

Sookie felt another tug in her lower body and heat start to rise between her legs. She could think of a million reasons why this was a problem, why Eric should not be as bold as to request such a thing, and why she shouldn't even consider it. But her whole being screaming at her to continue erased all those reasons. She also had absolutely no reason to feel guilty; Bill had probably already committed ten kinds of infidelities against her already.

With the thought of revenge deep in her mind, Sookie straddled Eric's hips and lowered herself onto his lap. She inhaled sharply when she felt his hard cock beneath her, straining against her, and she couldn't help but look down at Eric with wide, searching eyes. She was unsure what to do next; Pam's teaching didn't go this far.

Eric, on the other hand, knew exactly what to do with Sookie on top of him. His large hands gripped her smooth, milky white thighs and gave them a gentle squeeze. Sookie gasped at his touch on her bare skin; it seemed like ages ago since a man had touched her like this, even though it couldn't have been more than a week or so since Bill and her were together. Eric's hands on her body sent chills up her back.

When Eric snaked his palms up her body to grab her waist, the material of Sookie's shorts drifted up, tucking into the fold where her thighs met her hips. Eric's fangs descended at the sight of her newly exposed flesh, and he looked up at Sookie with a lust-filled expression on his face and asked, "Do you know what to do next?"

His thick voice would have knocked all the air out of Sookie's lungs had she still been human. Instead, a small moan worked its way up her throat as her fangs worked their way down. She swallowed and said in a tiny voice, "Show me?"

A wide smile broke across Eric's face. His hands gripped her hips tighter as he rocked her body against his lap. The friction made Sookie feel like her whole body was lit up. Her hands clenched Eric's broad shoulders, and she pressed her forehead against his as she released a low groan. She could feel Eric throbbing against her cool skin. "Now you try," he said with a hoarse voice.

Sookie gripped Eric's shoulders tighter as she picked herself up and thrust against Eric's straining lap. She moved against him as if there wasn't material keeping their hungry flesh apart, and she could feel a mixture of heat and moistness start to pool in between her legs. Her face was so close to Eric's that she could feel his gasps warm on her skin. "Like this?" Sookie asked, ghosting her lips over Eric's as she poked her tongue out and licked his sharp fangs.

Her question was answered when Eric captured her lips in a greedy kiss. When he pushed his tongue past her parted lips and explored her hot mouth, Sookie couldn't help but release a moan. She pressed herself against Eric's chest, but did not stop moving her body.

"Hold still," Eric croaked, placing his lips on the curve of her neck where his fangs once penetrated her skin when he made her. When Sookie stopped moving against him, he brought a hand down from her hip and reached between her legs. He chuckled when he felt that Sookie's liquid heat slightly saturated her tiny shorts. "And to think; you've already gotten these dirty and you haven't even been wearing them for an hour."

"It's not my fault," Sookie argued through a high-pitched sigh.

Eric's fingertips rubbed her slit through the material before escaping into her shorts. Sookie felt like she was on fire when the pads of his fingers pressed against her bare skin, sliding down to separate her moist and hungry folds. "You feel even better here," Eric whispered as his fingers glided up into Sookie's heat.

Sookie let out a muffled, strained noise against Eric's skin. She felt his fingers moving inside of her, twisting and curling, pressing against her inner walls, sliding in and out of her, and she couldn't help but move against his touch.

She noticed that Eric lifted his hips up toward her, pressing hard against her, seeking more contact, more friction, and that was enough. Sookie came, clenching down around Eric's fingers as she rode out her orgasm, her mouth wide and her head thrown back.

Eric's hand on her hips gripped her tightly, and he shuttered beneath her. When Sookie regained some sense of reality, she noticed a strange dampness beneath her that wasn't her own doing. Sookie scooted back on Eric's lap and glanced down at where his erection once was. When she looked back up at Eric, her eyebrows were cocked and she said, "Looks like I am not the only one with dirty pants."

Eric smiled widely and moved to place his lips against Sookie's, but was interrupted with a knock at the door. Eric immediately pulled away and called out, "Yes?"

"I need to speak to you," Pam said from the other side of the door. "It's important."

"I'll meet you in your room in five minutes," Eric said, lifting Sookie up off his lap and setting her down on the couch. He lowered his voice to speak to Sookie. "I have to go," he said, running his fingers through her hair. "You can start work tomorrow."

She watched as Eric left, and she couldn't help but hope that he wasn't just moving onto the next girl to lay.

Knowing Eric, she couldn't be certain.

Eric walked into her room with a clean pair of pants; Pam was pacing restlessly.

"You needed me, Pam?" Eric asked.

Pam turned to look at Eric. "I got a call today about Bill," she said flatly. "I know where he is."

"Who did you get this information from?" Eric asked instantly.

"That werewolf whose family owes you," Pam said, crossing her arms. "He called Fangtasia today with a message for you. He said he thought you ought to know what he had to say, and hopes that it clears his family's name."

"What did he want me to know?"

Pam inhaled before speaking, "He said he heard that there's a vampire from Louisiana in Mississippi."

"Mississippi?" Eric asked.

"Yes, apparently with the king," Pam added, biting her pink lip.

"Did he seem to know I was missing a vampire in my area?"

"No," Pam said, "he said he just thought it was information you'd find useful."

Eric ran his hand through his blond hair as he considered what Pam told him. He didn't understand why Bill was in the clutches of the king—if he was truly kidnapped as Sookie said he was, or if he stayed there willingly.

"Are you going to go to Mississippi?" Pam asked, sounding worried.

He really ought to. If a vampire in his area was missing, it was up to him to hunt said vampire down. But he knew about the king of Mississippi; he was nearly two thousand years his senior, powerful, and ruthless to boot. He could be quite the challenge. Eric also had a baby vampire to teach and take care of, and a business to run. "I'll probably have to go eventually," Eric said thoughtfully. "But not yet; I'll wait until more information comes in."

Pam nodded, and Eric moved to walk out of her room. Before he closed the door behind him, he turned and said, "Oh, and call Alcide back. Tell him to come here so he and I can talk if he wants his family's debt to be clear."