Hey hey! Another chapter! Hope you guys find them long enough and entertaining! I'd really love some feedback, opinions, whatever :) comment! Hopefully you'll like this one :P More Sookie and Eric flirting:P
Surprisingly enough, or not, it was Eric himself. Looking smug and annoying. I stared at him with hatred oozing from my every pore. Or so I hoped. He had changed. And he looked like he needed some rest really bad. His nose looked slightly bloody.
'What the hell could you want now? Russell here to eat me yet?' I snapped, my gaze trying to hold his piercing blue one.
'Are you comfortable?' He simply asked, looking at the empty platter with a look of satisfaction that made me feel like slapping off his handsome face. The man disgusted me. How could he believe I'd let him trade me to Russell? He spotted the remains of the calendar that I had hatefully destroyed earlier and I caught a glimpse of a smile on his lips.
'What's so funny?' I asked, pouting.
'I take it you did not like my picture.' Eric said, sitting too close for comfort. 'Now I want you to listen to me Sookie.'
'Why would I do that, you filthy bastard? You chained me like a dog and are keeping me here against my will! And I don't even know what time it bloody is!' I growled.
'It's almost ten in the morning.' He said, his voice quite low, as if he didn't have much energy. 'I don't have much time but I must tell you a few things.'
'I don't want to listen. Where's Bill? How will you explain this to him!' I said, gesturing to the damp basement and to my being dressed in Eric's clothes. Damn him and his cologne.
'I don't have to explain anything to Bill Compton.' Eric roared. 'He is the one who has explaining to do. And not to me. I care not for what Bill Compton does or does not do just as long as he doesn't hurt things that are of importance to me.' Eric continued, almost sounding human. I gathered that the thing in question was I. I jumped at the bone he had just thrown me.
'You dare say you care for me? After you've treated me like a prisoner? You kiss me and then you throw me in your filthy basement! What in heaven's sake is wrong with you, selfish coward bastard!' I yelled, drumming my fists on his chest. He grabbed both my wrists softly and pulled me to my feet, looming over me as he had done in a completely different situation earlier that night.
'If you'd let me explain, I would tell you what I can tell you without endangering my plan. Or you as a matter of fact.' He replied, his face very serious.
'You have two minutes top.' I replied, pulling myself away from him and leaning on one of the cement columns.
'Russell murdered my human family. Every single one of them. I was the sole survivor. I've been looking for him for over a millennium. And I intend to take my revenge on him.' Eric said, his gaze piercing through my very soul.
I bit my lower lip not to reply something I would regret. Since when did the man have sentiments? Russell was clearly insane, but keeping a grudge for a family that had long been outlived for over a millennium felt quite insane in a way.
'Why is he after you then? And why do you need me?' I said, my voice calmer, my breathing more relaxed.
'I killed his child and lover, Talbot.' Eric simply said, using as few words as possible as he usually did.
'He took your family so you took his.' I breathed, starring at my bare toes. Somehow during my naughty dream, I had lost my shoes. Couldn't remember how or when though.
'Precisely. And now he's after me. And went medieval on live television. Basically, between Nan, him and your insane Compton boy, I have a death warrant hanging over my head. Hence what I...told you earlier.' He said, referring to a way too vivid image of our bodies entangled in a passionate embrace. I felt suddenly very self conscious about my appearance, thanks to the blood-bond. I rolled the long sleeves of his shirt and he looked with interest at my weird clothing.
'You look quite the sight in my clothes. You could lose the jeans, it'd be even better. Though I'd much prefer you without any at all.' He said, bluntly speaking his mind. Typical Eric. I blushed. Typical me.
'And where do I fit exactly in your super attempt at saving your miserable ass? And why in heaven's sake do you think I should help you? You dug your own grave, Eric.' I replied, my instincts telling me I wouldn't like his plan one bit.
'I'll give you some of my blood so you will be strong. That's the first part of my plan.' Eric said, closing the space between us, trapping me against the column. I swallowed hard, again intoxicated by his breathtaking face and body. I dug my nails in my palms as I was sure he could smell my arousal from that dream I'd had before he'd disturbed my peaceful (I wish...) sleep. His nostrils flared and he smiled smugly.
'You won't trick me into drinking your blood again, you can be sure of that.' I muttered, trying to gain some time. Where was Bill? Then it hit me. It was ten, in the morning. Only very old vampires were able to stay awake during daytime. Bill, though out to look for me, must have dug himself up for the time being.
'You will drink. Because you're smart. And I know that you trust me. You are now blinded by your pride because I misbehaved towards you earlier, but you know that I'm worthy of your trust.' Eric said, his hips now flush with my stomach, his strong hands caressing the exposed skin of my collarbone. I tried to slip away from where he had me cornered but he pressed both his hands on the sides of my head, his palms flat on the column. My breathing became erratic. He was too close for comfort. Or not enough? I felt extremely aware of how his lips approaching my face made me want to discover just how good he was in bed, but I had my pride. And he was a big time a-hole and a liar.
'I will not drink. Because I don't want to. And the blood-bond is a pain in the ass. Now if you'd remove yourself from my sight, I might be able to sleep off your annoying presence.' I whispered, looking at everything but him, which was hard now that his 6 foot 4 figure pretty much blocked my sight from anything that might have held any interest in the bare basement.
'Why do you think I made you drink my blood in the first place?' He suddenly asked, his mouth close to my neck. It felt as if he was smelling me, testing me. His breath caressed my skin and involuntary shivers ran down my spine.
'Because you're a big a-hole. We established that in Dallas, I believe.' I whispered, my breath still shallow from his proximity.
'I wanted to feel you. I hoped it would help me figure out what fascinates me so much about you.' He replied, planting a soft kiss on the tender skin of my neck, right below my jawbone. I had never felt so contradicted: I wanted him to ravish me on the spot and at the same time, the sane part of my mind wanted to stake him to death.
'It's my blood. Part fairy, remember?' I sneered, grabbing a handful of his hair to pull his head back from my neck. His mouth was now dangerously close to mine and I turned my face so as to take temptation away from the both of us.
'Oh, I don't believe it's just the blood. You're special, Sookie Stackhouse. A rare breather. Breathers usually bore me. But you keep on surprising me. And I've grown to feel strangely human around you. And I don't like it.' He finished, planting a kiss near my ear, pushing my hair out of his way.
'Will you stop molesting me, already?' I muttered, trying very hard not to moan when his teeth took hold of my earlobe. This was turning into one of the dreadfully sinful dreams I'd been having about Mr. Northman in the past few weeks.
'Molesting you. Hardly.' He whispered, continuing his ministrations on my cheek, his teeth softly nibbling at my jaw line. What was wrong with me? How could I be enjoying this when I was kept against my will and the girlfriend of Bill?
I suddenly felt something wet dripping on my neck. I looked at him, our mouths nearly colliding and almost jumped back in surprise. His nose was bleeding.
'What's wrong with you?' I said, my voice croaky from my arousal.
He wiped his nose and trailed his other hand down my side and rested it on my hip. Just his touch sent fire through my skin from my scalp to my toes. Bill. Bill. Bill. Dead kitties. Bill. Ew. Gross. Eric. Naked. In his Mr. January picture. I really had a treacherous mind.
'Vampires refer it to as the bleeds. Happens when we're sleep deprived' he explained swiftly. 'So as I said earlier, you will drink my blood. So you'll be strong. And I'll have a drop of yours.'
'What?' I yelped, suddenly very, very nervous. 'No.' You wish, cowboy.
'Why not?' Eric whispered seductively, his mouth trailing fire down my throat as he kissed his way down to the now not-so-covering collar of the shirt he had lent me. His hand snaked up behind my neck and he grabbed a handful of my messy curls, my ponytail now long gone. He was rough and yet tender in his gestures. The thug at my hair made me whimper both in pain and lust. With his hold on my neck, he forced my gaze up to his.
'Because I'm Bill's.' I replied, nervously biting my lower lip.
'But you will be mine. Someday. Sooner than you might think.' He said it with such lustful confidence I was almost convinced.
'And what makes you think that?' I replied, my anger rising again at his smug confidence. He really thought he was irresistible, didn't he?
'Because Bill cannot be trusted.' Eric simply said, using his free hand to unbutton the shirt i was wearing. He was so fast I realized what he had done only when i felt the material of his tank top on my bare skin.
'How dare you!' I snapped at him, trying to yank free of his hold to cover myself.
'You're beautiful, Sookie' he whispered, his hand still at the nape of my neck whilst the other one went on an adventurous tour under the shirt. He grazed my lace covered breasts and kissed my lips with a fire that made me forget momentarily that I even had a boyfriend. Or a name. The man was dangerously good with his lips.
'Why do you absolutely want me to drink your blood?' I replied, when he finally let go of my lips. My panties were probably by now soaked. The throbbing between my thighs was unbearable and I deliberately grabbed his hips to grind against mine. He grunted and I felt his own arousal rubbing against my thigh. He suddenly stop, closing his eyes to regain composure.
'Because you'll need to be strong when Russell drinks from you.' He replied, his voice now very serious.