Once again, thank you all for the great reviews. This chapter was just fun to write, especially the end. The cliffie isn't such a cliffie here as a revelation. I will try to write another chapter tonight but I might only post it really late if I have time to post it at all. If not tonight, I'll update tomorrow.

Now, here's a little music to entertain you all:

H-Bomb- Night Beats

Bliss- Muse

Wonderwall-Oasis

Goldmine-The Union Line

Bad Blood-Simian Mobile Disco (which inspired the title)

Such a Fool-The 22-20s

Salvation-The Scanners

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What the hell was I to do? I thought with dread about the curse what would... And then the car stopped. As in magically stopped? Oh right. The curse also covered moving devices? And then I realised the motor was still running but something was stopping the car from moving any further. I removed my foot from the accelerator and looked with dread in the rear view mirror. As sure as day, Eric was standing, bloody gashes at his throat where the chain had been (and wasn't anymore, thanks to Jessica or Sam, I thought swiftly) and he was stopping the car with his bare hands. Oh Jesus! We were far enough from Merlotte's and into the forest meaning there was no one to help us. And that Eric had had to run all the way behind the car to keep the distance between us within the curse's limits. Debbie seemed to be completely at lost with the sudden stop. She barged out of the car, the gun still cocked at my head and ordered me out.

'Touch a single hair off her head and I swear to you it will be the last thing you'll do.' Eric roared. He could look very scary when he wanted to. He had quickly moved to my side, leaving the car with hand imprints in the back. The man was strong, there was no denying that.

'Than I'll go down.' She replied, her eyes glassy with hatred. She fired, aiming at my head. Suddenly I was toppled over and Eric as on me, and there was blood everywhere.

I faintly heard Debbie walk over to us. She aimed the gun again, sure not to miss this time. And then she yelled in pain. Eric's hand had just snapped her leg like a twig. He had taken the bullet for me and it was his blood that covered me. He was very heavy and apparently he was a bit out of it. And the pain came. It burn everywhere in my chest especially near my throat, where the bullet had hit Eric. Eric tried to grab the gun out of Debbie's hand but she dropped it out of his reach. So he snapped her other leg whilst she tried to scurry away to get the gun. I grabbed it and aimed it at her.

'Shoot her.' Eric hissed. My hands shook a bit and then I reminded myself that Eric had just taken a bullet for me, a bullet she had fired. A silver bullet no doubt. The girl was insane, not stupid. And I shot her, once, twice. And I collapsed under Eric, wincing at the pain in my chest.

'What's wrong?' he growled in my ear, worried. He was bleeding heavily and needed some time to cure. I felt the tears streaming down my cheeks uncontrollably. How could he handle it?

'The curse.' I breathed, sobbing, my hands clutched at my chest and collarbone. It hurt like a bitch. 'It hurts.' I whimpered. He looked stoic and then it dawned on him. I obviously wasn't injured. He was. And I was feeling it. During the were attack we hadn't noticed, being both hurt at the same time, not caring where the pain came from. But now we knew better.

'Oh Christ, Sookie.' He whispered, kissing my cheeks.

'How long...' I murmured, the pain stronger than ever.

'It will take a few minutes for the bullet to push itself out.' He replied. He didn't have to say a word more. I put my lips to his wound and suck as hard as I could, until the bullet was out of the wound and in my mouth. I almost gagged at how much of his blood had poured in my mouth, with him being on top. And suddenly I felt infinitely better. I was able to breathe more freely. The pain receded to a dull ache, resembling much that of a vampire bite. And then it stopped.

'Are you okay?' I whispered, worried more about him than I.

'Yes. Are you?' he replied, his voice a low rumble. I stared in his eyes with wonder and brought his lips down to mine, tears still rolling on my cheeks. The aftershock, no doubt. He relinquished to the kiss, his bloodied hands in my hair, his bloodied lips crashing without mercy on my equally bloody ones. He then pulled back, checking my entire body for any sign of injury. And then he looked at Debbie and I felt his pride. He was proud of me. For killing her. And then I realised I had just killed a woman. A werewolf, but still a woman. It had been one thing shooting the werewolves to slow them down, but I knew I hadn't inflicted mortal wounds to any of them. And with Rene, it had been a man who had murdered my Grandmother in cold blood. But I had killed a woman. Somehow that felt even worse to me. But then I reminded myself she wouldn't have hesitated a moment to kill me. In fact, she had tried and Eric had saved me from her grudge.

Tears were still rolling down my cheeks when Eric cradled me to his chest, trying to soothe me, his hands in my hair. His mouth was everywhere on my face, kissing the tears way, nibbling at my lips. I moaned against his lips, allowing his tongue to caress mine. I roughly grabbed his hair and pulled his head even closer to mine, afraid he'd vanish out of thin air. When we finally stopped making out, I realised we were covered in blood on the side of the road with a dead body.

'What are we gonna do with her?' I asked him, panic rising in my chest. 'We have to tell Alcide.'

'If there is one thing we won't do is tell Alcide about this. I don't know how deep his sentiments for you are but I know for sure he won't let us get away with this. No matter how much he cares for you, his allegiances lie with his people, not with us.' Eric replied. 'I'll take care of the body. Just wait in the car. Lock the doors and relax. I'll be right back.' And he picked me up and put me down softly on the passenger seat, not minding a second that I'd put blood all over his brand new beige leather seats.

He shoved Debbie's body over his shoulder and into the woods of the bayou he went. I didn't even want to know what he intended to do with the body, but I knew that he better do it well. I watched CSI sometimes and knew they could trace the murder back to me and him anytime they wanted if we left as much as a hair on Debbie's body. I winced in disgust, remembering in a flash the sloppy noise of the bullets hitting her in the chest. I almost gagged in the car but was fast enough and managed to do it on the other side of the road. I dropped to my knees and rubbed my face free of the blood that had been there. I then crawled back to the car where I curled myself in a little ball.

That's where Eric found me when he came back.

'Where did you burry her?' I choked, breathing heavily.

'I better not tell you.' He replied. I noticed his hands were covered in mud and blood. And he had some more on his chest and chin. And suddenly I wondered exactly how he had buried her.

'You didn't...' I muttered, my eyes wide.

'I had to.' He replied, practical. He had buried her in parts. 'She'll be harder to identify like this if they ever find her...' He explained.

'And the gun?' I croaked.

'In parts too. The bullets however I couldn't destroy. Silver.' He explained. And he dropped the remaining bullets, wrapped in a thin piece of fabric on my knees. I then realised I still had the one I had retrieved from his chest in my hand. I put it with the others and looked at my bloody nails as he drove away towards my house. When we got there, we walked together to the cemetery, picked a grave and he dug with his hands a foot or two and we dropped the bullets in the hole. He then covered our traces and picked me up to carry me home.

'You need to take these off.' He muttered, pointing at my bloodied clothes. 'I'll help you.' He whispered. Through the bond I could feel he was very aroused by the prospect of taking my clothes off. And once again we were in my bathroom, but this time, I helped him out of his clothes too. The wound on his chest was almost closed now and I kissed it softly, as if to make amends.

'Thank you for saving my life. Again.' I whispered, craning my neck to stare into his beautiful eyes. I looked away from him and took my tooth brush, brushing my teeth thoroughly whilst he stared at me, amused. I wanted the bad tastes out of my mouth.

'Don't you brush your teeth?' I asked, puzzled as to why he found it so bizarre that I'd do it.

'Don't exactly need to.' He replied, grinning. His teeth were white and perfect and straight. And I couldn't remember Eric ever having bad breath. Yeah, vampire thing. No mortal needs...

'Well I do' I mumbled, the minty foam all over my mouth. 'Don't look.' I muttered, my mouth full.

'This is way too amusing for me to look away, I'm afraid.' He replied, playfully. I spat the foam out and drank water slowly, frowning at him.

'And now you smell all minty.' He replied, taking my chin for a quick kiss. 'I hate the taste of mint.' He said.

'What does blood taste like for you?' I asked, genuinely curious as he pulled my ruined uniform shirt over my head. I swiftly unbuttoned his shirt and pressed my cheek on his cool pecs. This felt so good. Because it was Eric, but also because I wasn't alone. I didn't have to be alone, I realised.

'I don't remember much the taste of anything human. But some young vampires have compared it to chocolate.' He replied.

'Chocolate? I love chocolate.' I responded, removing my cheek from his chest and cocking my head to the side, in wonder. 'What do I taste like then? Do I really taste different?'

'You're the best blood I've had in a thousand years.' He replied. 'But I've had fairy blood before' He added. 'Not nearly as good as yours, though. I simply didn't know that it allowed us to stand in the sun unharmed for a while.'

'You've had a fairy before?' I said, my eyes wide.

'During the Middle Ages, there were a lot more fae than there are today. Your specie is almost extinct but back in the days, fae lived in the forests. All those stories about Guinevere and Avonlea, they're based on fae appearing to humans. I remember when I was still young and foolish I couldn't help but feel very attracted to the daughter of a man who lived secluded with his wife and child in a forest in Transylvania. One night, I glamoured her away from safety and took her. I drained her. She wasn't completely fairy. In fact she had even less fairy blood than you do. Godric found me with her just before dawn and he had to physically remove me from her side because I wouldn't let go of her. She tasted delicious. But nothing like you. You're just bliss.' He replied, caressing my cheek, thoughtfully.

I wondered how many stories like this Eric had. In a millennium he surely had had time to see pretty much the entire world.

'How long have you been in America?' I asked, unbuckling his belt as he almost ripped my shorts off. He was going commando, just as he had told me he enjoyed doing and I almost whimpered at the sight of him. He then proceeded to removing my bra and panties which were also ruined from the blood I'd had on my and dragged me in the shower stall with him. I didn't understand it myself, but being naked with him was so normal I didn't even blush. It had taken me some time to get acquainted with nudity with Bill since he'd been my first, but Eric made it feel so normal and he made me feel so good about how I looked naked that I didn't have any issues being on the nude with him. He started the water and dragged me under the warm jet before responding.

'I've been here for almost fifty years, though not in Shreveport. At first I lived in New York. But it was too crowded for me. I moved south until I felt it was time for me to settle. I came here after World War II when Godric and I parted for the fifth time. Makers and their children rarely stay together. Pam and I are a weird exception to our kind. Some actually find us very bizarre. And we opened Fangtasia after the Great Revelation.'

'You spent a lot of time with Godric didn't you?' I asked, enjoying his big hands on my back as he lathered soap to clean away the blood.

'I spent my first five centuries as a vampire with him.' Eric said, sombrely remembering that his maker wasn't anymore. 'And then we parted. I needed to experiment and live my life. But we found each other a few decades later in Paris.'

'Paris?' I whispered, amazed, tracing lazy patterns on his chest with my fingers. The warm water was turning me to putty and I felt safe, something I hadn't felt in a long time. Debbie was gone and Russell's wolves too.

'It wasn't nearly as glamorous as it is today. It was quite a violent time, the 1500s.' Eric replied, bringing his mouth down on mine for a chaste kiss.

'So you speak French?' I asked, pushing him away.

'Oui' He replied. 'Maintenant, tais-toi et laisse-moi t'embrasser.' He continued. The language sounded very sexy with his slight accent.

'What does that mean?' I asked curious.

'It means shut up and let me kiss you.' He growled, swiftly proceeding.

'How many languages do you speak?' I wondered when he finally let go of my lips. His length was pressed between us and I could tell he really wanted us to get naughty. I was still a bit wobbly from our previous encounter.

'Quite a few, but my favourite is my native language. I taught it to Pam when I turned her.' He answered.

'How old is Pam?' I said, my fingers digging into the skin of his ass, pressing him up against me. He grunted before answering.

'I don't know how old she was when I turned her, maybe in her twenties or something. It was in the 1800s if I remember correctly.' He replied, his hand cupping my breast, his thumb brushing my nipple. I hissed in pleasure and put my mouth to his chest sucking at his nipple. He apparently appreciated that as the twitch of his length informed me.

'Why did you pick her?'

'Because she felt right. She was a brave and strong human. She didn't fear anything. And she could surely kick some asses in the taverns when men disrespected her. She didn't put up with any of it. I was fascinated by her and felt oddly attached to her at the same time.'

'Did you... sleep with her?' I asked, feeling suddenly very possessive of my Viking. My Viking. I'd really have to think about this whole situation when we were free of the curse.

'Yes, we did have sex. Many times. Before and after I turned her.' Eric grunted against my neck, his fangs grazing the skin. 'But as I've told you, feelings between a maker and his child change a lot over time. And Pam discovered... other interests. And I.' Eric completed, smug.

'How's sex between vampires?' I asked, blunt. His teeth were now on my earlobe, biting gently. I was so aroused I thought I was going to jump on him but at the same time, I liked letting him take control. And I was very curious.

'Fast.' He murmured, planting a kiss on my wet throat. 'Long.' He said, planting another one on my collarbone. 'Amazing.' He finished, taking my nipple in between his lips, rolling his tongue on it. I almost collapsed in his arms but he pressed be against the wall of the stall, right below the water so I wouldn't be cold.

'Do you prefer it to human sex?' I murmured, my voice at loss. The man had devilish skills.

He stopped and looked up at me from where his head was.

'Are you kidding?' He growled. 'Nothing compares with human sex. Not for us anyways. It's the best of both worlds.' He said. 'Blood and sex.' He groaned against my throat. 'It's what we live for. What we're meant for.'

'What about sex with other women?' I asked, obviously decided on torturing myself. Just imagining him pleasing someone else than me made my blood boil with jealousy.

He stopped for good and stood up all his height, looming over me. The water cascaded down his torso. His wet locks hung on his forehead and his eyes were glazed with lust.

'Why are you so curious?' He asked, teasing.

'It's a human thing.' I replied, arrogant.

'I've had my fair share of human women. And men.' He added. My eyes were now wide like saucers, I guessed, because he grinned.

'You've slept with men?' I asked, completely baffled. I could simply not picture Mister Womanizer going at it with a man. But then I remembered the way Godric had looked at him, with love and a little something more. Oh yeah, I guess it made sense.

'Haven't you?' he replied, cocky.

I stared at my toes, ashamed for the first time at my lack of experience.

'Bill was my first.' I finally said, gazing at him. I was afraid he'd laugh or find me ridiculous. He didn't. He simply gazed at me in wonder.

'You never made love with a human?' He asked, not judging but simply curious. 'Well now you surprise me even more, Miss Stackhouse.' He smiled.

'Imagine having sex with someone and hearing every single thing they think about your body. And comparing you to others. And imagining you're someone better, different... I simply couldn't do it.'

'You're perfect the way you are. I couldn't think of a single way to compare you to others.' He added, capturing my lips for a mind-blowing kiss. Why oh why was the man so skilled with his lips?

'Surely you've slept with women who were better looking, more skilled, more vicious?' I offered, touched by his words but still intent on comparing myself.

'Surely, but they weren't Sookie Stackhouse.' He said, his hands trailing down my sides to gently part my thighs. He settled at my entrance and slid in in a swift move. I gasped, my eyes never leaving his. He lifted me so that I could hold myself on his hips with my legs, my arms around his neck for support. The cascading warm water on our bodies made the whole act so different and exciting. Eric's skilled hands were everywhere on my body, pushing me up against the wall on which my back slammed every time he rammed in me.

'How do you do it vampire style?' I gasped in his ear when he brought his mouth down on my neck. I was on the verge of coming undone in his arms and a purr rippled to his chest when I murmured to him.

'You couldn't possibly keep up.' He teased me, his hand gently tugging my wet hair.

'Try me.' I moaned back, my breasts pressed against his chest. He grinned wickedly and started moving sensibly faster, and faster. And faster yet. Jesus he was doing something like 120 beats per minute.

'Eric!' I gasped in his ear when my orgasm crashed over me. But he didn't stop. He was everywhere at the same time. It felt as if the man had grown three other pairs of hands and soon I was ready again for another round even though the first one hadn't even stopped.

'Don't stop!' I begged him, trying to capture his mouth which was everywhere. He complied and rammed his hips into mine faster yet. And he kissed me, demanding, hard. I thought I was going to die right there.

'Where were you all these years?' Eric groaned in my ear, almost on the verge of his own release.

'Right here, waiting for you.' I murmured in his ear, my voice edgy with the mix of pleasure and pain he was giving me. The water was now cold and yet I did not care one bit. I would be sore all over, I knew it, but right now, I was just thinking about my release. I almost yelled when it came but Eric shut me up with his mouth, plundering my mouth.

'I really hate mint.' He growled, biting my bottom lip roughly when we were both satiated. 'But I love you blood, my love.'

'I might need crutches tomorrow. I don't think I can walk after this.' I giggled, kissing him once more. He grinned at me.

'I'll carry you.' He replied, lifting me in his arms, my legs entwined behind him, my thighs on his hips. And like that, he took me to bed where he lay next to me, plumped on his elbow, looking at me. He was gazing dreamily at me. And this reminded me of my first erotic dream with him in it. It had been perfect, apart from Lorena's presence. And here I was, living a dream.

It then hit me, real hard, like someone had just slammed my head against a wall. Only it was the truth that hit me that hard. I should have seen it coming. The dreams had only been there as a warning from my subconscious. The blood had nothing to do with it. The blood had only made realisation come faster. I knew all along but fought it as hard as I could because I couldn't stand the idea of ever being hurt again. And I knew for sure that I would never get satisfaction out of that. He wanted me physically, whilst I wanted so much more.

I was desperately and most completely in love with Eric Northman.