Chapter 60

V Is For Vengeance, Guess What O Is For

Sookie's POV

What Eric was saying made a lot of sense once I got beyond the disbelief. There was a lot he knew but there was also a lot that he didn't know too. I found myself with more questions now than when I had started.

"Eric, do vampires and faeries mingle? You know, hang out?"

"No. But it's not from lack of our kind trying. We're attracted to the Fae, their blood is like a highly addictive drug for us and we seek them out. But they're smart and quick and can travel from our world to theirs in seconds. There are many different kinds of Fae but we seek the Faery most of all."

"Is that why you're so attracted to me?" I felt a lump in my throat. Please god, don't let this be the only reason that he loves me.

"I'll be honest, alskarinna, I pondered that myself after the first exchange with you as vampire. But the answer is no. I never felt that particular pull, that very specific attraction. Even though you're half faery, I never sensed that about you. I'm not sure if the human side of you covers up your fae heritage that well or if it's some defensive adaptation. You are unique in every sense and it wouldn't surprise me if you have somehow developed a way to mask the scent." I was relieved beyond measure.

"When can I meet my father?"

"I don't think that's a very good idea. In fact, that's a terrible idea."

"Why? I just found out that I have a dad and he's a supernatural being and he loves me enough to stay away from me but I can't meet him. How could I possibly not? I have questions that only he can answer, I want to know about my mother, about how he met Gran, about him."

"Sookie, it wouldn't be a good idea to meet him now that you are vampire. Someone would most definitely die and I really don't know who it would be. You won't want to get to know him if you were in the same room now, you'd want to drain him dry. He wouldn't take that very well and Faeries are powerful. They have incredible strength and magical ability." I tried to wrap my brain around what he

was telling me. And then he added in a low voice, "And you know I could not stand idly by if he were to act aggressively towards you, my lover. If I were to kill your father or he were to end me, where would that leave you and how would you feel about the survivor should there be one?"

"I see your point. I don't like it but I see it." I felt frustrated and pent up, but as far as physically, I felt much better. I changed the subject. "What are the chances of us getting out tonight? I feel like these four walls are closing in on me."

"The world is yours Sookie, just tell me where you wish to go and go we will. Whatever you want to do, we'll do it."

"I want to hunt." I knew that I had shocked the hell out of him.

"Hunt? Sookie, regardless of what Edward Cullen would have you believe, we can't live on the blood of animals. You think that cheeseburger made you ill? You have no idea."

"I want to hunt bad guys." I watched his face, analyzing every expression down to the faintest twitch. He gave me nothing.

"Define bad guys."

"People that buy V. Fellowship of the Sun fanatics who stake our kind without ever knowing them as people. I could go on but I think you get the idea."

"And you believe you could follow through with the kill? It's too dangerous to leave one alive that could identify us. Human law would take precedence in that event and no other vampires would step in on our behalf, regardless of the justification."

I had already asked myself this and I knew, unequivocally, that the answer was yes. There had been a new hunger gnawing at me recently and it was a hunger not necessarily for real blood, but for the predatory thrill of the hunt. I struggled with it, my Christian up bringing telling me that it was wrong but my vampire instinct saying that it could be justified by choosing those who would prey on my kind. There would be no denying this urge much longer. I nodded vehemently.

"Splendid." He'd decided to go along with this and I felt excitement surge through me. I lowered my gaze and licked my lips, projecting a wave of lust to him. His reaction was immediate, there was no way to hide that thing when it was awake. But his mouth turned traitorous on his body.

"No, Sookie. Not before a hunt. We need our senses sharp, fucking would dull them, make us lazy. And besides," he gave me his sexy half-smile, "you wouldn't believe how incredible sex is right after hunting and feeding on real blood. It's so very worth denying ourselves now." His eyes had a faraway, glazed over appearance. That look spoke volumes, it really must be out of this world kind of sex.

"Alright then, but let me tell you, Eric, that you may regret turning me down now. If hunting and feeding really increases desire, with the way I already feel, you may end up crippled."

"I can only hope." His laugh was loud and infectious. How bizarre that we could find humor when we were sitting here basically plotting the deaths of who knows how many humans. Vampire humor, it's not for the faint hearted.

"Another thing, Eric. I have an idea about our little payment arrangement with Pam. I want to invite her over tomorrow night and here's my idea."

The devilish look in his eyes made the burning in my center a hundred times worse. He loved my idea and actually tried to talk me into following through with it tonight.

"No, lover. Tonight is for you and I only. I want you to show me how to hunt and then I want to have mind blowing sex until the sun comes up. Who knows, I might continue to molest you after sunrise and on through the day. You'll never know what I'm doing to you while you sleep."

I might even paint your nails and shave your balls. You wouldn't know until it was toooooo late! Tooooooo late!

I slapped his hands away as he growled and reached for me.

"No, no, no! Mr. Northman, I'm shocked! What about dulled senses and all that gobbledy-gook?" He rubbed his erection against my leg roughly and backed away. His eyes shone with a mischievous light.

"Oh, but I wonder now who will cripple who." I got only a small dose of Eric the Teaser and then he went into Big Boss mode. "Lets get dressed and I'll teach you how to trace someone who has wronged one of our kind. You will no doubt excel at it."

After getting dressed, Eric called me into the office and we sat behind his desk. He pulled a laptop out of the top drawer. In no time we were on the Internet.

"You can use your senses to determine if someone you meet has committed a crime against a vampire, but it's very hit or miss." he typed in a web address, a site called VampCrimeAlert. "This is an on-line database of all the human on vamp crimes in this country. They're separated by state and then narrowed down by cities. They list the date, place, type of crime and if the perpetrators have been dealt their punishment as of yet. And also if the vampire survived the attack or not."

I pointed at the screen and noticed that there was a link called VoVC. "So what's that?"

"That is the website for Vamp on Vamp Crime." Okay, that was all I wanted to know about that.

"So what now?"

"We look up Shreveport or one of the surrounding parishes or towns and pick a crime to avenge."

He clicked on a few different links and we narrowed it down and decided on a crime that had occurred in Benton. A 500 year old female vampire had been drained and left to burn. When the sun had risen the next day, she had been reduced to a pile of ashes. The worst part was that she was a dedicated mainstreamer, one who shunned even drinking from willing donors. I felt furious as I thought about how she must have suffered. I remembered how painful my brief exposure to the sun had been before my change. I couldn't imagine feeling that pain amplified as I knew it had been for the vampire.

A quick check told us that the crime was still unavenged and that her maker was offering a $500,000.00 reward for the capture and disposal of her murderers. Wow. Why the hell wasn't Eric a full time bounty hunter instead of a bar owner? He must have heard my thoughts.

"It never seemed right to take money from those who have already suffered the loss of a progeny. I can't imagine how it must hurt, I shudder to think of anything like this happening to you or Pam. I have heard that when a maker loses one he has created, the loss is something that you never fully recover from. I hope that I never know that pain. Pain so intense that it cripples you to the point of not being able to find those responsible yourself."

"This is the one, Eric. Lets go."

He mapped out our route into his phone with GPS coordinates and we were off.

I felt no apprehension over what we planned to do, only anxiety about not getting there fast enough. Eric was driving tonight and I took the opportunity to survey the interior of the car. I had expected it to be muddy since we hadn't taken it anywhere since the night of my awakening, but it was spotless.

"How the hell is this car so clean? I know we muddied it all to hell."

"Pam gave it to one of my day men to have it cleaned. You made quite a mess in here."

"You had quite a spill in here, if I remember correctly."

"Speaking of that..." He smiled at me, the impish grin making him look so young. "how did you discover that little ability?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sookie, you're a terrible liar."

"No, really, I..." and then a tsunami of pleasure stopped my protest. It felt like the most incredible orgasm, multiplied by a thousand and then magnified somehow. My eyes felt like they might pop out of my head and my chest was heaving from the assault of sensation. He kept his tone light but I could read all to well between the lines. This was his own personal vengeance for the orgasm I had given him with my mind.

"Honestly, I can't fathom how a girl as smart as you can continue to believe that secrets can be kept from her maker. Especially when you consider that as your maker, the one who drained you and reanimated you, I would automatically absorb things from you. More and more every time I drink from you, I absorb you, and I amplify the things that I absorb." I opened my mouth to answer but another wall of ecstasy sidelined my ability to speak. I was reduced to moaning like a dying woman. Dear lord, it's a good thing I no longer required air.

"Are you close now, lover? Close to the release that would dull your instincts and make you a target for those we hunt tonight? Would you risk your new life for one more taste of what I'm doing to you? I can feel how close you are, Sookie. I can smell your excitement in the air, I can taste it on my tongue. How good would it feel right now for me to pull over and lick your pussy until you screamed? Until you came all over my tongue as I buried it deep inside of you? How much pleasure could you stand? Could you bear it if, after I tongued you inside and out, I flipped you over and fucked you like a wild animal? Could you handle me pounding into you so hard that you could feel it in your chest?"

My chest was heaving just from listening to him talk about it. I knew what he was trying to do, he was trying to make me orgasm by using the mind trick I'd used on him AND dirty talking. He was doing a damn fine job, I was close but I was determined to resist. I would be firing on all pistons tonight when we hunted. I refused to be at a disadvantage.

Two could play this game as well. I sent an image to him mentally. It was a dirty maneuver but I was a Stackhouse and we didn't back down. I pushed a scene so erotically charged in a vampire way that I almost did myself in by imagining it in the first place.

It was he and I, surrounded by the bodies of slain Fellowship of the Sun fanatics. There was so much blood everywhere, we were both naked and covered in crimson, writhing in the throes of sexual bliss, fucking on top of a pile of our vengeance. I was screaming his name and clawing his ass and back as he thrust relentlessly into me. So much death, so much pleasure... I even imagined that the air around us was thick with the copper scent of blood....

I saw him as he began to spasm and jerk with his orgasm. His mouth opened and closed and his eyes blinked spasmodically as he released in his pants. Ha. Ha. HA!

You dirty little cheater. Unbelievable!

Hey, all's fair in love and war. And I do love war with you, my maker. I promise to do my best to make that vision a reality tonight.