A/N: OK I give up on formatting of chapter 4. Damn MS Word. Anyhoo. I haven't decided if this chapter will be common or just once. I am hoping that it works out the way that I plan, but outlines are for looking at and then disregarding so here we goooooooooo!
A/NN: Bah Appius is a disappointment to me after reading DitF so for intents and purposes of this story Godric is Eric's maker. After all this time after all he is Eric's God anyway.
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Being introspective what does one say about them self? I am Eric Northman currently residing in Shreveport, Louisiana. I am 1000 years old business man, entrepreneur, Vampire, and Sheriff of Area 5. Tonight is the night that Vampires are no longer myths and legends. Tonight Vampire become reality..shrouded in mysteries of course.
November 20, 1999
Somewhere Shreveport, Louisiana 6:45 p.m.
Being older than most vampire I have an advantage. I can rise earlier before the sun actually sets, although who in their right mind would venture out of hiding in order to get burnt to a crisp? Laying in my California King with 800 count Egyptian cotton sheets I take care of business that can be handled from the safety of my day-room. I finish E-Mailing the other Sheriffs with last minute details of the revelation and stalk naked as the day I was born to my bathroom the size of a New York apartment.
The luxury I have afforded myself over the past millennium none compares to the wondrous invention of indoor plumbing and I relish in it. I pride myself upon my appearance (and my vast knowledge of strategy and war). Getting out of the shower I dry myself quickly and wrap a towel around my waist. I am laid back in my attire (don't confuse this with laziness I just prefer to dress for comfort). I don a well worn in Ramones T-shirt with the sleeves cut out to show my biceps. Diesel Jeans slung low at the hips and Italian leather motorcycle boots.
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Somewhere Shreveport, Louisiana 8:32 p.m.
"Yes Pam. Alright I will see you shortly then. I was just turning on the television. Fine fine we will discuss it when you arrive."
Flipping the phone closed I sink heavily into the plush leather couch opposite the t.v. The minutes seem to pass like hours waiting on the news to begin. I am tired of walking in the shadows with no real purpose. Pam brings me out of my hibernation when she breezes into my living room. She truly is my greatest achievement as a vampire. My child blonde, blue eyed, and petite. Don't let that appearance fool you she is as deadly as I. After all one can't be too careful, she had to learn to be brutal and she took to her new life as a vampire with fantastic enthusiasm.
"Master."
"Pam are you well?"
"As well as a vampire can be."
"You said that you had something that you wish to discuss?"
"Master I am glad that you called me to help you with your new business, but do you think that it is wise so soon after to be opening us to public display as we are?"
'She means no disrespect after 259 years I know that when she speaks her mind as she is now she is genuinely concerned. After all this time together I know her as well as myself she is going to say that we should give them time to adjust to our presence among them before we become a cornerstone in human society yes that is what she will say and it is a concern I was having before I thought the idea threw to fruition.'
"Master it's just that I think its too soon." 'I am too good even for myself sometimes.'
"Pam your concern is very sacchariferous but the grand opening for 'Fangtasia' tomorrow is a political one as well as a monetary one. With the humans so curious as to our actual existence they will have a place to come see for themselves. And with my sheriff duties now I can use those public offices instead of a room in a decoy house. It is just more common sense."
"Eric I see your point although I can not help to be on edge about this. What did the Queen say when you told her that the Grand Opening was tomorrow night?"
"She has the...same reservations as you my child, but I know business and politics this is a good move all around so soon after the revelation to be grounded into society you will see. Have I ever lead you astray in the past?"
"No, Master you are right forgive me for speaking out of line."
"Pamela being afraid for your own existence and wanting more information isn't speaking out of line it is smart just as you have learned it from me and I am proud to call myself your maker."
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"This special report is just in via satellite I have the honor of interviewing Sophie-Anne LeClerq. She claims to be the "Vampire" Queen of Louisiana."
"That is correct Jonathan I am the Vampire Queen of Louisiana and in every living room across the planet vampires are coming out of the coffin. Every King and Queen is on television to reveal that vampires are indeed real beings. We as a whole have decided that with the advances in forensics it is no longer safe for us to remain in the shadows of the moon. Have no fear humans, vampires are NO THREAT with the Japanese invention of synthetic blood. We no longer need human blood as our source of sustenance to exist. Vampires suffer from a disease that makes them mortally allergic to sunlight. We are not a plague intended to cause humans harm we wish to exist peaceably. Thank you for this time to explain what we are and we hope to become part of everyday life mainstreaming into human society."
We had just finished our discussion in time for the announcement. The queen looked like a true Monarch on the television she will be gloating about this for decades. The revelation was short and to the point, but what more do you need honest..to a point. That synthetic dribble they are trying to pass for blood is like rusty nails in red water, but it does the job. Plus I will make a hefty profit per case at the bar. It isn't cheap by any means but with at 65% markup who can complain. Shortly after Pam left to find a donor for the night and I had work to do overseeing the opening of a new business venture was the kind of distraction that I needed from the boredom that I have grown accustomed to over the past few centuries after being released from my maker.
I booted up my laptop and as it purred to life I was lost in my thoughts about the last 700 years. The first 390 years of my vampire existence was glorious. My maker was never any rougher with me than he had to be. The same as I have always been with Pam. Firm and commanding and always leaving room for decisions and errors to learn from your own mistakes. In the beginning I was an unruly child and my maker used my stubborn nature to mold me into his perfect companion.
There were times when I hated him for his teachings, but as you look back you realize that your elders are always looking out for you and I am grateful for the things that he bestowed upon me in my unmanageable youth. The life lessons that if I had not learned I would not be here this very night or many more after my turning I am sure. I had the heart of a warrior and I used it far more often than my wits in the beginning. Still to this day a good battle will get my blood pumping like no other. Yet you have to learn when to fight and when to prelection. I have learned that talk can get you out of some nasty situations. I am a world class manipulator I have charm and prestige. Make a deal with me and you might as well have sold your soul. Godric is even more blessed in the art of enrapturement. I dare say I learned everything worthy from a true master of every art form. My master oh how sometimes I yearn to be back at his side someday soon I will have to go for a visit.
My recollections are shattered by the "You've got Mail-man". There aren't many pressing matters to attend to tonight. Most of my e-mails are updates from my day man Bobby Burnham. Club matters and the like there is one subject line that catches my attention:
From: Shreveport Times To: UndeadViking[at]aol(dot)com Subject: Fangtasia Ad
I open the e-mail and smile at the genius that is Eric Northman. I know I am a self serving bastard but you either love me or loathe me. I have plenty on each side one more either way wont make a damn bit of difference. The email informs me that my ad will be out in the morning edition of the paper.
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Somewhere Shreveport, Louisiana 2:42 a.m.
The hunt the primal beast rages in his cage. I am on the prowl to have my needs sated. I spot several lone women in the ally behind the 7-11. I could have them all but greed is a downfall of the weak and I am not weak. Choices choices now to choose. It takes me less than a minute to single out the busty brunette from her gaggle of giggling grad girls (say that three times fast).
Using human speed so I don't frighten the cattle I stride up the ally and begin my seduction of my chosen of the herd. She isn't my preference of blonde and blue eyed, but most blondes these days are so full of silicone that I can't stomach them even for a brief interlude. Being vampire you can smell the falseness of them from yards away. "Excuse me Miss" I purr in her left ear. The nearness of me startles her her heart rate accelerates with the fear of the unknown.
"Howdy Sexy." 'I see that even though she is afraid for the briefest of moments it doesn't distract her from the fact that she is turned on my the sight of me'
"I believe you dropped this." I hand her the identification that fell out of her back pocket moments before I came upon them.
"Such a gentleman thank you." 'If you only knew that you were in for the most dangerous encounter of your young life. Gentleman haha I am not sure that I have ever been called that in all of my existence by anyone that has truly known me.'
"What are you ladies doing hanging out in a seedy ally don't you know that bad things happen to good girls in the dark?"
"Who says that we are good girls?" 'She plays right into my ploy humans are so simple minded.'
"Would you like to prove how bad you can be or are you just jesting with me?" I lean over and sweep her hair back from her neck tracing a pattern from her ear to her collarbone. She involuntarily shivers at the contact. I have to keep myself from smirking at my easy pray.
Stammering from the close confines that I have created with my body she replies, "I..I am not sure you can handle everything that I can dish out dollface."
I wrap her arm in mine and whisper in her ear, "try me. I think I am up for the challenge." Before she can object I whisk her away from her group of swooning companions. We walk a few blocks until I find an ally with an overhanging awning. I sweep her inside the dark recesses in between the brick enclosure. Kissing her fiercely she moans into my mouth. I can smell her arousal as well if it were my own. Her quickening pulse fuels my bloodlust and lust. Kissing along her jawline and across her neck I make my way with wet kisses to her ear. "You are a rare find. So wanton and free I want to fuck you" I whisper as I run my hand down the expanse of her curvy side to her hip. My actions and words fuel her desire to be claimed in the most primal of ways. I shimmy her skirt up and slide my fingers along the seam of her panties. Her moans of anticipation spur me on. She bucks her hips trying to get my fingers where she wants them most. I place my other hand on her hip and tsk. "So impatient the build up is half the fun."
"Please."
"What do you want sweetness what can I do for you?"
"I want to come on your fingers, your face, your cock. You make me wild with need."
Chuckling at her forwardness I can't help but oblige her a request. After all I was taught that women must be satisfied before yourself. I ghost my fingers along the inside of her thighs sweeping my hands anywhere but the most sensitive area that she was inwardly begging me to touch. She whimpered. Such music. Tracing the same path on the other thigh she was panting and moaning and beginning to beg.
"More. Please. More."
Faster than she could have ever imagined I ripped the panties from her sex and let them flutter to the grimy ground below us. As the cool night air hit her hot pussy she hissed. Using my pointer finger I swiped a long slow path from her clit to her cave. A loud moan escaped her lips and she tried to buck her hips against me. I turned her so she was in front of me facing the wall with her back against my chest. I squatted leaning on the other wall making my frame a 90 degree angle. I picked her up and placed her in my lap spreading her thighs for better access. I traced her folds eliciting moan after moan from her plump mouth. Placing feverish kisses to her neck I plunged one finger into her and she shrieked delightedly. She was so aroused it wouldn't take much more for her to come. She started gyrating her hips rubbing my aching cock with delicious friction. I growled in her ear making her giggle. She moved her hands from my head to behind her to undo my jeans. I stilled my ministrations to help her when she sighed in frustration. Once I was freed from my fabric prison (clothes are things that I could live the rest of my life without useless barriers) I placed two fingers inside her and curled them upwards to find her g-spot. My blood-lust was getting the better of me and I needed to feed before too much longer the pleasure of orgasm always dulls or nullifies the pain of the bite. She was on the cusp of her first orgasm and I bit into the soft tissue where the shoulder meets the neck and she let loose with a string of profanity that would turn a sailors head. As my mouth filled with her essence I moaned into her neck. Her muscles clenched my fingers relentlessly I continued to stroke her threw her aftershocks. As I was done feeding I sealed the puncture marks with my tongue. I turned her on my lap so that she could straddle my cock. She wrapped her legs around my waist and locked her ankles. I filled her to the hilt and she came around me again with great enthusiasm. With every thrust into her her feet smacked into my ass. Looking into her chocolate brown eyes dark and hazy with lust and passion I said barely above a whisper, "Come for me sweetness. Come hard I want to feel you milk me dry." She rocked her hips in a circle in time with my thrusts.
Soon I could feel the buildup to her la petite mort right along with mine. Her orgasm was a beautiful disaster mirrored on her face, contorted in pain and pleasure her eyes fluttering closed as she tried to keep them open connected to mine. She came with the force of mother nature wave after wave of contorting muscles assaulted my cock buried deep within her walls. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain she kept me locked inside of her squeezing and milking. I pulled out to the tip and slammed into her again to the hilt starting the storm all over. As she came for the forth time I spilled my seed deep within her walls in massive spurts. She gasped when she felt the cool liquid clash with the hot juices she produced. I smiled at her as she tired to regain control of her breathing and limbs. I held her up and placed small kisses on her mouth and eyes.
"You have given me a great gift sweetness. I will never forget the look on your face when you come" I told her. "I told you that you might not can keep up with me" she giggled in between pants.
I placed her on the ground. She bent to pick up her shredded undergarments and I chose that for the moment of escape. With a burst of vampire speed I disappeared into the darkness of night leaving her there flabbergasted.
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Somewhere Shreveport, Louisiana 4:55 a.m.
I climbed between the sheets of my over the top bed sated. The dawn was approaching and closing in fast. I smiled remembering the brunette's face of passion. Some women make sex fun and she was definitely one of them enjoyments of the flesh are after all my specialty. I do many things above average and my sexual prowess is my greatest achievement only second to my ability to wield weaponry.
Making a list of things for bobby to accomplish during the daytime hours today I e-mailed him a final time and placed my phone on the nightstand in the charging station. I rolled onto my side scooping the extra large body pillow under my chin and threw a leg up over it and died for the day feeling content in the moment.
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