ME AGAIN! Okay first of all, thank you all for the amazing review. I am soooo, soooo happy that you people actually enjoy my story! I'm loving writing it!
To answer some of your questions, I just started Law School in Montreal. I'm liking it alright so far.
Also, I read all the books by Charlene Harris and will probably be loosely basing my story on the events of the books (loosely as in I might not respect everything).
Second, I do believe that my Sookie here is quite a little too attached to Eric to her own liking and is constantly blaming that attachment and attraction on his blood she now has had twice. However, he has now had hers, so when I refer to a blood-bond, I do mean that he can feel her, and she can now feel him too. Basically, it's my version, a remix of the AB version and the CH one. Hopefully that doesn't disappoint anyone! :P
Finally, this chapter is pretty long and I hope you'll all like it! Please review! Makes me very happy and stimulates me to write more. I will try to post one chapter per day and if I can't I'm very sorry in advance. Love you all! Enjoy!
My whole body arched towards his mouth, almost begging him to swallow me whole. His tongue lapped at my neck as if he was trying to ease the pain away. What pain? I wondered. This felt way too good to be true. The only comparable memory I had was my first time with Bill, when he had bitten me for the first time, taking me over to his darker side of the world. Eric had skills in the lustful department that I had never experience with any other man. I'd only had Bill all the way, but I'd had the occasional flirt, with JB Du Rone and others who found my body attractive enough to set aside their fear of my capacities.
I sucked harder at his wrist, wondering why I had ever refrained myself from ravishing the man. He wanted me and I, him. I didn't love him. Not like I loved Bill anyways. He was just sinful and I enjoyed it. At least that's what I tried to convince myself as his left arm descended down my chest towards my jeans' band. He had the button undone and the zip down before I could stop him. Did I actually want him to stop? Then I thought about Bill. My beloved Bill. He would be hurt if he found out I had let Eric make me his, even partially. So I roughly pushed his wrist from my mouth, and his other hand from my wet panties.
'Stop.' I whispered, my voice weak from his touch.
'Beg me.' He muttered against my neck, still enjoying my taste.
'Please.' I whispered, dragging my hands behind my head to roughly thug at his hair. He moaned in another language, probably Swedish, I supposed since he was a Viking and all, and he reluctantly pulled away, closing the wound on my skin with a swift flick of his tongue.
'You taste incredible.' He breathed, his manhood pressed into my lower back. He must have been tight in his pants and I almost pitied him for it. 'No wonder Bill wanted to keep you to himself. You have the most amazing blood I've ever tasted.'
'Or so I've been told.' I shuddered, amazed at my own bluntness.
'That was quite interesting.' He whispered in my ear before planting a kiss on my cheek and removing himself from behind me. I almost felt cold the moment his firm chest wasn't pressed anymore against my bare back. I then realized I was only wearing a bra and my jeans and looked around for the tiny top he had borrowed from Yvetta's.
He disappeared a minute from the room and I wondered where the hell he might have gone. Looking at the clock that hung on the wall, I was amazed when I realised that it was now almost 5 in the afternoon, meaning the sun was now about to set. And the fun was about to begin, I thought, grimly. I walked to the bathroom and tried to see how much damage this blood exchange had done me. My skin almost glowed with health and my hair looked shinier than it had a few long minutes ago. The bite marks at my neck were already fading and I felt incredible. I felt healthy and strong and powerful. I walked out of the bathroom, a proud smile on my face. If I had to go down tonight, at least I would do so with grace. I wished Bill could be here now so he'd see me and care for me and make love to me. I was still quite horny from my erotic exchange with Eric and wondered where the hell he was. Walking out of the employee room, I entered the bar. The place wouldn't open till later on in the evening, if it opened at all. Pam was already there, sitting on a stool, in downtime. I was suddenly very aware of the fact I had only eaten early this morning. But I wasn't even hungry. Just nervous and full of vitality. The moment I stepped in the room, she turned and looked at me with a victorious smile.
'So you obeyed. I'm rather pleasantly surprised, Sookie.' She drawled, approvingly.
'I did not exactly have a choice now did I?' She wrinkled her nose, smelling my arousal and smirked.
'I do believe you enjoyed it as much as he did.' She simply said. How annoying they sometimes were with their super perceptive senses. Bloody Vamps.
'Where's Eric?' I wondered, hearing some noises from his office.
'Taking out the trash I believe.' Pam replied, looking me up and down, appreciating my temporary vulnerability in the clothing department. I crossed my arms purposely on my chest, arching my eyebrows in a questioning look.
'Taking out the trash?' I questioned, puzzled. And suddenly I heard it, a growl I had spent the last 24 hours wishing I would hear. Bill.
I dashed for the office door and opened it. The scene before me could have made me laugh had I not felt the anger and tension between the two vampires. Bill was hanging from Eric's outstretched arm and he was fidgeting for his sheriff to let him go, snarling.
'Where is she!' He bellowed, his voice cavernous and menacing.
'Bill!' I yelped. Dropping him, Eric turned to look at me as I dashed towards Bill and jumped into his arms, cradling his face to mine for a long fiery kiss. I could almost feel Eric's temper flaring at the display of affection. I looked up at him, my anger back and flaring.
'Don't you touch him again.' I snapped at him whilst Bill checked me all over for some sign of injury. I was thankful for the vampire blood now because there weren't any bite marks left on my neck. However, I smelt of Eric. I could see it in Bill's displeased look and grunt of anger.
'What did he do to you?' He asked, menacingly. 'If he hurt you I'll go down killing him.' He snapped.
Eric snickered at that and sat behind his desk, plumping his feet on the table. He did not look the least bit tired even though he had spent the day awake. My blood must have helped him in some way, I guessed.
'Nothing. He forced me to drink his blood. And he had mine. But that's it.' I whispered, ashamed of myself.
'It wasn't your fault, I know that.' He whispered back, full of love, this tender emotion momentarily taking him away from the rage he felt towards Eric.
Bill stood up and was about to drag me out of the office and out of the bar but Eric stopped him.
'I wouldn't do that if I were you.' He simply said, his voice low and alert. I yanked back my head at him and searched his eyes. He winked at me, so fast I might have dreamt it. What now?
'And why wouldn't you do that?' Bill snarled, obviously making an attempt at sarcasm.
'There are about twenty werewolves in the area. All Russell's. And there's his bitch in the basement, though I doubt she'll be much trouble.' Eric replied, swiftly.
'Fly her home than!' Bill growled.
'Russell flies too. Wouldn't do any good. He's going to be here soon and I need you to behave, Compton. If you want Sookie to live, you'll obey.' Eric replied, all business like.
'She wouldn't be in any trouble had it not been for you, Eric.' Bill snapped, his anger seeping through his every pore.
'She was in trouble the moment you walked in her life, Bill.' Eric replied. 'Now I don't think is the right time for you to tell her what you must, but I can't wait for that moment to come.' Eric continued, referring to their discussion about Bill keeping something from me.
'I AM here.' I reminded them, drawing both their possessive gazes to me. 'Now what's the plan, Eric?' I asked, ignoring Bill's pressing embrace as he tried to remove me from the office.
'Russell will be here any minute now. And you'll do as we have... discussed.' He said. 'I will assure that nothing bad happens to you.' He finished. I shrugged. Ah well, I thought, everyone dies someday. I wanted to live very dearly, but if I had to go down, I was glad I'd be doing it with Bill close by. And Eric. He exhaled an energy that urged me on to living. And I realised that I trusted him. I knew I shouldn't, but at that moment, I did. After all, his life was on the scale, just like mine.
'You made a deal with him?' Bill's face furrowed at the idea of me and Eric agreeing on anything at all. I was really not in the mood for anymore jealous behaviour. I just wanted my Bill, the loving, passionate Bill.
'Not exactly.' I answered truthfully. I grabbed Bill's cheeks and pulled him to my lips, kissing him with all my might.
'You taste of him.' He sneered, his nose wrinkling at the smell.
'I'm sorry for that. I'm sure you can make it go away...' I whispered, pulling him into me for another round of kisses. Eric cleared his throat and I looked over Bill's shoulder at him.
'If I'm to die tonight, I'll damn well kiss my fiancé all I want.' I snapped at him, surprised at how dishevelled he looked by my kissing Bill in his face.
'No one will die tonight. No one that we don't already wish dead.' Bill assured me. His hands trailed down from my face to my waist and I whimpered, still in the mood for some tumble on the bed because of all the blood I'd taken from Eric.
Pam suddenly entered the room and looked at Eric with an intensity I did not quite notice until He stood and was standing right beside me and Bill.
'Sookie, come with me.' He simply said, grabbing my arm and dragging me out of the room whilst Pam remained with Bill.
'Where are you taking her?' Bill asked, his voice echoing on the walls of the corridor.
'None of your business, Compton. This is my turf. I do as I please.' Eric replied, shoving me into the employee room, locking the door behind us.
'If you insist on dying tonight, Sookie, than I'm afraid I'll have to have more than a kiss from you.' Eric growled, pushing me against the door.
'I am absolutely not in the mood for that, Eric. I think you've had quite plenty of me for the time being.' I said, my voice strong. I really liked this new me, all kinky and kick-ass strong. Damn to hell old nervous Sookie, here I was, feeling like the Bionic Woman. I momentarily understood the appeal of V for other humans. 'And the trapping me against the wall is getting quite old don't you think?' I continued, shoving him away. Stepping towards the bathroom door, I walked in to stare at myself in the mirror. The effects of Eric's blood were incredible. My skin glowed in a way that made me forget whatever envy I had ever had towards models on magazine covers. Eric came in after me and stood behind me, dropping his hands to my hips, leaning over my left shoulder to level our faces. With him being so tall it was quite necessary.
'I like you like this. All brash and proud. Suits you very well.' Eric said, mindlessly fondling with a curl of my hair, his blue piercing eyes boring holes into mine in the mirror.
'What are you going to do about Bill?' I asked, letting my body relax against his. 'You know he will not tolerate any part of your goddamned plan, whatever it is you have in mind...' I said, surprised at my own accuracy.
'Let me deal with him, dear Sookie.' And just like that, he whooshed out of the room, leaving me startled and annoyed. I walked back into the bar since there wasn't much else I could do. If I tried to walk out, I'd get killed by nasty weres. Pam joined me at the bar and offered me a gin-and-tonic which I graciously accepted. Bill was the third to join us and he protectively sat right next to me, his chair just a tiny bit closer to the door than mine was. I wondered where Chow could have been and realised I just didn't care much. I might have felt strong, but my nerves were now getting the best of me as seconds stretched into minutes and minutes dragged on into an hour. It was now almost seven: the night was still young and yet, no trace of Russell. I was almost happy and turned to look at Eric who had just entered the room when a commotion at the door of the bar had me hide for cover. Bill and Eric both stood in front of me whilst Pam stood next to me, closest to the back door, ensuring us a backup plan if Russell decided to just barge in and kill everyone on sight. But the person who came it, or persons at there were a dozen of them, was a woman (vampire, I corrected myself) I had yet only seen on live television. She was head of the AVL, American Vampire League. She was tall, blond, thin as a twig, but she looked mean as a bull.
'Nan' Eric barked when she divided her heavily armed minions. I noticed that they all had weapons carved out of pure silver. I wondered how much each was worth individually. Probably more than my yearly income for the past 10 years...
'Mr. Northman, I would really like you to refer to me in a more respectful manner.' Nan barked, her voice imperative and slicing through the room like a warm knife through butter. Thinking about butter made me remember that I would need food quite soon.
'Your highness', Bill saluted, doing a little curtsy that almost made me laugh. Pam just bowed her head respectfully whilst Eric still stood is ground, his face impassive.
'And who is that... human?' Nan questioned, starring at me with little less than disgust. I stared at her and cocked my eyebrows, dying to hear how Bill and Eric were going present me to their leader. I noticed a man standing in a corner. He was quite the creepy type with a face that made Freddy and Jason look appealing. He had obviously suffered great damage in his human life and he looked really old, as if his looks and manners did not belong to this era. Well duh, I thought. He was a vampire, after all. He was looking at me with a lot more interest than my comfort permitted.
'She's mine.' Bill growled, answering Nan's question. Eric rolled his eyes, turning his head slightly so he could see me, out of the corners of his eyes.
'I'm Sookie Stackhouse' I said, my voice a lot stronger than I would have thought I could make it.
'Well, well, well. The troublesome little human.' Nan snarled, her fangs exposed. Obviously, the woman had heard from me (I almost felt proud that such a celebrity had heard of me), but she did not look one bit pleased by the fact I was still alive and causing more trouble, or so it seemed.
'I can explain.' Eric bellowed, gesturing for Nan to have a seat in the bar with him.
'That won't be necessary, Eric' Bill said, 'Sookie and I will be leaving now that you have... backup.' Bill concluded, grabbing my arm.
'I'm afraid I can't let you do that.' Nan snapped, eyeing Eric with suspicion.
'I'm afraid I can't let you either.' Eric added, grabbing my other arm and pulling me to his side.
'Wow, wow, wow!' I yelped. 'Why do you people think I will do anything you ask me to anytime you ask me to? I'm my own self and if I wish to leave, I will. If not, I won't. And currently, I'm not quite in the mood to be running for my life with werewolves after me, thank you very much.' I concluded, staring at Bill.
'She's right. As I told you before, you could hardly outrun them, especially if Russell is with them.' Eric said to Bill. That seemed to make sense to Bill and he slumped down on a stool near the bar, waiting for the outcome, but still alert enough to ensure my safety if Nan decided to go nuts and attack me.
'Well, Mr. Northman, we did smell lots of supes out there, but no Russell as far as I'm concerned' Nan said, displeased. 'I do hope you have a mighty good plan to take him out, sheriff, or there'll be hell for all of us. We cannot tolerate a vampire as old as him going nuts on live American television. His stunt, however impressive, cannot endanger all the advancement we've done in the matters of equal rights and status for the Vampires of America.' She concluded, all business-like.
'I understand, Madam,' Eric said, his voice as business-like as hers. She finally took the seat he was offering and he sat opposite her, staring at the old disgusting vampire as if he had just noticed him. The old one, however, was still looking at me, licking his lips. Could he really tell from that far that I smelt all fairy-like or was he simply intent on snacking on me?
'With all due respect, Madam, who is that?' Pam said, noticing the old vampire too.
'Oh, I see you've noticed Sir Arthur McAlister.' Nan almost smiled when she said the name. 'He will from now on serve the AVL as its new magister, since the other one has been... misplaced.' Nan concluded, giving Eric and Pam a long, meaningful look.
'Magis-what?' I interjected, puzzled.
All the vampires in the room simply rolled their eyes and ignored the question, but I felt Pam, Eric and Bill tense up in front of the decaying man. He took a step forward, his eyes never leaving me and, to everyone's utter surprise, he bowed in front of me.
'My dear' his deep voice rumbled, 'It is a pleasure to meet someone of such value as yourself.' He continued. Eric's eyes were almost jumping out of his face and Bill looked utterly sour at the mere suggestion that the magister's words seem to have.
'How-de-do' I said, curtsying because that was obviously the only thing that came to my mind. He as truly ugly, but I noticed his eyes stood out beautifully against the mess his face was.
'Charming' he commented, touching my chin to look at my face. I almost drew away from his touch but couldn't bring myself to it. I wasn't scared, strangely, even when he started sniffing me. His eyes closed in wonder and a smile spread on his face, his fangs poking out of his twisted lips.
'One eight fairy, if I'm not mistaken?' he asked me, as if that was something I should have been proud of. 'And she's yours, you say?' he continued, throwing a glance at Bill who was now standing, on his guard.
'She is.' Bill's voice boomed through the room.
'I am.' I echoed, feeling like my agreement to the statement was quite important at the time being.
'Pity.' The magister said, letting go of my chin. I stepped back and hid partly behind Bill, not wanting anymore of the attention I was currently receiving. 'I sure wouldn't mind a taste of fairy. It's been quite a few centuries since I've tasted one myself.' The magister said, smiling at me with genuine delight. Weird and scary.
'Why is the magister here?' Eric asked Nan, still sitting with her at the nearby table.
'Because I believe Mr Compton here is in some sort of... predicament that requires the Magister's ruling.' Nan said, snapping her head towards Bill who actually paled, if that was even possible for a vampire.
'What predicament?' Eric asked, curiously. 'As his sheriff, I am entitled to ask such a question...'
'I believe Mr Compton here has been conducting illegal business for the Queen of Louisiana.' Nan's high pitched voice concluded. And I realized just then that that wasn't good. Not good at all.