You're all chomping at the bit for a showdown with Pam. And I want to assure you, it's coming, and after a huge fight with Sookie, Eric will have even more reason to be angry. Other forces are at work, and starting to turn up.
I whoop although I'm trying to stay quiet.
"Not in front of E.J., not in front of E.J.!" I plead. Eric flips me over his shoulder and carries me back to my old bedroom.
"Eric…" I'm trying not to betray that I'm more excited than a puppy with a new treat.
"Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours, baby, all yours", I moan.
He flips me over, and boosts me up in the air, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
"Say it again."
"Yours."
"Do you love me?"
"You know I do", I assure him.
"Say it please."
"I love you. So, so much."
"I love you, Sookie."
"The bed", I croak.
He nods, and carries me to the bed.
I try to pull my top over my head, but he's kissing me and it's not working very well. "Get it off, Sookie, if you don't want it torn, get it off."
"Eric, you're…"
"Happy, very, very happy", he moans, licking my earlobe.
"I'm so happy too, baby", I whisper.
"Come for me, min kärlek…"
I stop.
"You thought I didn't remember. I remember every second…."
I take off my shirt and shimmy out of my black shorts as fast as I can. He yanks down my panties, shredding them. Oh well.
He inserts one finger, then two, and works my nub with a talented thumb.
"Oh God!" I scream out, as he rubs all the right places.
"Come for me, min kärlek, come for me", he moans.
My body jerks in absolute satisfaction, clenching around his very talented fingers.
"Vacker." Beautiful.
I pull him into a deep kiss. I roll my head to the side, and expose my jugular.
He knows how much I love it, how I come instantly at the first pull of his incredible sucking. I looooove to feed him.
He grins. Then kisses my neck, exhales warm breath near my ear and it tickles. He nuzzles my neck with his lips and then slightly grazes the skin with his teeth. And bites. Owww, okay, not used to that anymore, it hurts. But the pain ebbs as he sucks, and I rediscover the connection between his mouth and my orgasm.
"That's it, baby, feed…" I moan, holding his mouth to my neck, and running my fingers through his hair. His whole body changes when he feeds, he wraps himself around me, moaning in pleasure. He nurses on my neck and moans "mmmm,yummm." His hips buck into mine. Desire has come over him so fast, I'm afraid he may cum in his jeans. He whines a bit, trying to get them down. It's so adorable.
He used to keep sexual partners and feeding separate, but together, we always combined the two. He likes to have sex when he feeds, but right now it's not a "like", it's a necessity. It is for me too, I need him inside me as his famous control slips away.
He comes up for air and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "You taste so good, min kärlek." He cuts his finger and drips blood on the wounds on my neck and they heal.
"I know you're not full, but are you as satisfied as you can safely be?"
"I am", he answers.
He'll need a TruBlood in a bit.
We yank off his jeans, and I lean back on the bed, bringing him down on top of me.
I bite his shoulder not to cry out as he sinks inside me to the hilt. He's pumping hard, his hips bucking up to meet mine. "I need…" he whines.
"I know what you need, baby. F*ck me."
"Chrriiiiist!" he screams. "I love you, Sookie."
He comes hard, then he moves again, and then comes again instantly. And if I didn't know better, I'd swear he was warm.
"You make me crazy, you make me crazy", he growls.
"I missed you so much. You'll never know", I say, kissing his chest.
"You have two men in your life who worship you", he whispers against my ear.
"The two best looking blondes around. I'm the luckiest woman in the world."
He rolls on his side, and plays with my breasts, kissing my shoulder. "I'm new to this, Sookie, I stepped into a life you and E.J. have been living for almost 3 years. I don't know what's going on."
I kiss his cool forehead. "I don't want you to be concerned, you have enough worries right now."
"Should I be worried?" he asks.
"No, no, of course not."
"Please don't keep anything from me."
"I'm not."
He sits up, then picks me up, and carries me back to our bedroom.
He lays me down, and pulls the covers up to my chin. Mmmm. He kisses me gently.
I wake up the next morning to find another note.
I went to Fangtasia after you fell asleep. I have no idea what's going on. I went to speak to Pam, but she was nowhere to be found. Tara was there, and she told me Pam is the acting sheriff, and has remained in control of Fangtasia, my title, and all other properties, but wouldn't reveal anymore about her maker than that, and would not tell me where she was. I admire her loyalty, and I would have had to harm her to get more information, and I was not going to do that. When was the last time you spoke to Pam? I feel like I'm being lied to.
Oh no. I know telling him about Pam leaving me and E.J. high and dry is going to break his heart. Truthfully, I was not only pissed at that evil bitch, but I was pissed at him too. The oversight not to change his will after he got married had cost us dearly.
I get E.J. up and dressed quickly. I need to be at work by the lunch crowd, and again I'm half out of it. That's what a night with Eric is like.
Sometimes I wonder if I will ever get through a day at work without wanting to run out the door. I make sure we're home by 6:30, hopefully Eric will just be waking up.
That evening, I walk in with E.J. and Eric is right on the other side of the door.
I gasp. "Eric, you scared me!"
"I guess I didn't make myself clear. You are to stay in this house, do you understand me? My wife smells like a fairy, my son smells like a delicacy, and you're running around out there unprotected."
"Eric, take it easy, we're fine. I was just working."
"That's my next point. I know you're independent Sookie, but he's so young, this is crazy. Why is my son being raised by everyone in this town except his mother?"
"What the f*ck?!"
"E.J.!" he points out, as if I'm not aware I'm holding my son, as if I didn't know he existed.
I put him down.
"Who was watching him this time?"
"Jason, why?"
"I can feel his loneliness, Sookie, he needs his mother!"
I can't quite fucking believe this. My vampire husband is standing there, with his arms crossed, lecturing me on being a good mother.
"Eric, I spend every possible moment with him that I can, but I can't spend literally every moment with him. I have to work, and it's not healthy for either of us. He's bound to feel a little separation anxiety, it's part of growing up!" I yell.
"He should not be separated from you at this age. Frankly, I'm shocked at you, Sookie. After I died for you both, you didn't think you owed me a well-raised child?"
"Are you saying I'm not taking proper care of him?" My hair is on fire.
"Momma, no", E.J. objects as he sees me getting more and more upset.
In my mind, I can remember that day Eric was arguing with his father. What did he say? Go feed my son, woman?
I walk away, open the door back patio door for E.J., who scurries out to find Taffy, then I come back.
"I may be old fashioned…" he booms.
"A thousand years old fashioned!"
"You knew who I was when you married me! When I died for you, I said it was my job, and I said taking care of our child was your job. Did you miss that part?"
Boy you really had to hand it to Eric. No one could make me go from zero to homicidal quite so fast.
I want to scream, but a torrent of angry, rage-filled tears is coming, and it's directed toward him. When he had passed away, I didn't allow myself to get as angry at him as actually I am. No matter how hard he tried, he could never understand how the charges he's leveling against me feel, as a mother. And he'll never know what we've gone through.
"Don't you dare preach to me, Eric Northman, you just got here, and I've been doing this job for nearly 3 years! Don't you think I would be here most of the time if I had the choice?" I ask, "I'm so happy for you!" I sob, motioning to his expensive clothes. "I'm so happy for you that you get to live like that, but that's not your child's reality! You never notice anything about anybody else because you're so f*cking selfish! Check the refrigerator and see how little we have. Your son's clothes are too big because they're hand-me-downs from Mikey. We're barely surviving! I work myself to the bone to keep us afloat!"
E.J. screams and howls from out on the porch. He can hear how upset I am.
Eric sets his jaw and growls. "Explain."
I want to hit him, I want to hit him so hard, he left us to fend for ourselves, and he's angry with me.
"Explain now!" he shouts. "Why are you and E.J. doing without? I left you a very wealthy widow, Mrs. Northman."
"Ask yourself and your bitch of a progeny! How could you do this?! How could you not change your will after we got married?"
I can't talk anymore, I'm hoarse from screaming.
Light slowly dawns in his eyes. "I didn't change my will. But that wouldn't any change anything, Pam is rich in her own right, and she'd take care of you and E.J.."
For the first time in minutes, I register my child, falling to pieces, sobbing, crying, gasping, on the other side of the screen door. He's going to have a heart attack.
I open the door and scoop him up in my arms.
"You made Pam your beneficiary before you went off to fight Russell, and never changed it. After you died, Pam inherited everything. I went begging to her for money to help E.J. She said no and turned us away. I've been trying to survive as a single mother without help ever since", I tell him calmly. There. Full disclosure.
His mouth hangs open and his eyelids flutter, the same way he always looks when he's shocked.
"I don't believe it."
"Are you saying I'm lying!?" I put E.J. down so I'm not screaming at him.
"No. But I've known Pam a century…I….I don't know what to think right now."
"You don't know what to think?" I mock.
E.J. tries to put himself between us. "No, Momma, no!"
This reaction is too strong to make sense. "Eric, what the f*ck is going through your mind right now? What is this really about?"
He picks up an envelope and sticks it in my face.
"What is that?" I ask, taking it from him, none too gently.
I open the envelope, and inside is a note and a $50 bill. "It's not much, but I wanted to help for the upcoming holidays. Please keep it for E.J. Hope to see you soon, Bill."
"I want to know what Bill has to do with all this, why my son knows who he is. What the hell is going on around here?! Why is he giving you money? This stops right now", he continues, "I'm not dead, my will doesn't apply. From now on, you're here every day, where you belong! You raise my son, you sleep in my bed! You're my woman!"
"Daddy, no!" E.J. wails.
"You possessive chauvinist asshole! I'm not a thing! I love my son, but I'm not locking myself in this house!" I shout.
"You're not a thing, you're my WIFE! It's too late to change your mind, Sookie, not this time."
"What on earth would make you think I want to change my mind?"
"Bill is sniffing around you again. You and MY son. You've never changed your mind, right? You've never said "I love you" and walked away? You've never left me. For him. You never lied to me. I'm paranoid, right?"
If I weren't quite so angry, I would pull him into my arms. The desire is instinctual. He's still so insecure. Eric Northman can do anything, and he has not only confidence, but arrogance, on every subject in the world – except emotions. He doesn't like feelings. And he has a point, I've hurt him many times.
I sometimes also forget how dangerous he is, and right now he's completely out of control and trying to argue with him would be like trying to argue with a raging lion.
Then he becomes terrifyingly calm. "I don't want a stray vampire coming across either of you, and it's no longer safe here. What I neglected to tell you is that I found Bill's little donation to your welfare on the kitchen table. He got in. Anyone can. You're moving into my condo in Shreveport. Pack. Chow will pick you up in an hour."
That was over the top. Is he insane?!
"Who the f*ck do you think you are?! Orderin me around? I live here, I work here, my life is here. If you want to go, go", I scream, sucking in breaths, trying to stay on my feet.
"I'm your husband, Sookie, and E.J. is my son, and you will obey me."
"We did just fine all this time without YOU!"
"Then why did you go back for me?" he asks.
"Because I'm a masochist! Because, for some reason I don't understand, I love you."
"You say that a lot."
Right now I can't think about anything except how to hurt him, and I want to hurt him as badly as he's hurt me.
"Admit it, Eric. This is nothing but jealous rage because you know Bill could have taken better care of us than you did."
Oh shit. I didn't mean that. I could feel his anger, rage, this entire time, but now…desolation.
He heads out the front door.
"Where are you going?" I hiss.
"To find my daughter."
He slams the door behind him.