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Chapter 3
EPOV
A deep frown settles upon my face, looking down to the bloody ruin of Sookie's exposed back as her unconscious body lays across mine and Pam's combined lap as we sit together on my office sofa. My hand is absently running through Sookie's golden hair as if of its own volition as my anxieties for the feisty, blonde telepath's health are steadily rising within me.
I can't help but wonder why am I so distraught over seeing Sookie this way as I continue to run my hands through her silken tresses. How is it she's affecting me so strongly? Her hair is so incredibly soft, how have I never noticed this before? Dear Odin, just what the ever loving fuck is wrong with me? I shake off these disturbing thoughts as I look up to the doctor for answers, realizing there are much more important matters at hand.
"Well, based on what your child has told me, what we've got here is the result of a maenad attack," Ludwig informs us, looking over Sookie's bloody wounds closely with a deep scowl set upon her face. She proceeds to dig through her giant, black bag before lifting up a blue, glowing vile.
"Fucking Callisto," I growl out as the doctor nods, raising a brow at me as she proceeds to pour the healing elixir over Sookie's open wounds. I've had the displeasure of running into the psychotic maenad only a couple times in my long life and had hoped I'd never have to experience the sprawling madness and chaos her presence inevitably invokes.
"Most likely," Ludwig agrees with a stern visage. "I'm guessing she sent the injured, fey hybrid here as a living warning should you not grant her proper tribute to her god, Dionysus," she informs me as my scowl deepens. Fucking maenads.
"So what can we do for her?" I ask somewhat hesitantly, knowing deadly poisons are even now coursing through the fragile, mostly human, telepath. Ludwig raises a brow at me, tilting her head in question as I find myself smoothing my hands over the silken skin of Sookie's face in a soothing gesture. Another scowl forms on my face as I clear my throat loudly, forcing my hands to stop their incessant wondering. Just what the fuck is wrong with me?
"The girl is important to you, Sheriff," Ludwig muses with a small smirk, making my scowl deepen.
"She's an important asset, nothing more," I snap back. "What feelings I do or more aptly, do not have for her are of no importance, doctor. What is important now is seeing her healed her so her unique talents can be of use once more," I growl out as the doctor looks to be biting back another smirk at my expense before nodding to me.
"The elixir can only do so much, the deadly poison will still need to be drained from her," she informs us. "How many vampires do you currently have on the premises?"
"Chow and Thalia are here as well," Pam throws out as I silently call my subjects to the office.
"Good, with the four of you sharing amongst one another, your blood will be capable of filtering out the toxins enough that none of you should be in danger of succumbing to the poisonous affects yourselves," she informs us as Chow and Thalia join us. "And do you have human blood on hand?" she asks as she proceeds to run a long, bulbous finger over Sookie's skin, coating her digit in blood before taking a taste, apparently typing it by taste.
"In the fridge right behind you," I inform her. She turns then, digging into the mini fridge before pulling out the correctly typed chilled, crimson bags. "Wouldn't our healing blood be more beneficial to her though?" I question as the doctor shakes her head.
"She'll need too much," she says flatly. "Unless you want to run the risk of turning her; were you looking to gain another vampire child, Sheriff?" she deadpans as I hit her with a hard glare. I seriously consider draining the annoying goblin hybrid then, but as her skills are still required, I quickly shake off those murderous thoughts.
"Of course not," I reply harshly, feeling Pam's mirth flowing through the bond. I shoot her a glare as well, earning me little more than an eye roll from my insolent child before turning back to the doctor once more. Women.
"The four of you can begin the draining process now," she informs us. "Remember not to take too much at a time and once the poison is removed fully, we can then proceed with her transfusion," she informs the group.
I carefully raise Sookie's still body then, pulling her bared chest against me before sweeping her golden locks aside. I proceed to plunge my descended fangs into the silken skin of her throat and my face pinches in distaste as the bitter toxin flavor floods my mouth, but just beneath the bitterness, I can just barely sense the sweet essence of her fey tinged blood, a most succulent flavor that, if given much different circumstances, I would most definitely love to indulge in.
The doctor taps my shoulder then and I release my fangs as Pam lifts Sookie's wrist to her mouth, proceeding on with the draining process. We continue like this, us four vampires each taking turns draining the telepathic fey hybrid until the doctor finally informs us we've taken enough. The goblin healer then fits Sookie with the proper equipment to begin her transfusion which leaves the five of us helplessly looking on; each hoping this will be enough to save the telepath's fragile life.
"I'm afraid that's all we can do for her," the doctor says with a dismissive shrug. "I'd assume she'll sleep for some time now, letting the healing potions work with her newly transfused blood before waking toxin free." I look down to the bloody ruin of Sookie's once smooth, golden flesh with a deep frown, a pang of guilt running through me as I know she was only so gravely injured in an attempt to gain my attention.
"Will the elixir heal her physical wounds as well?" I question as the doctor lets out a loud sigh, shaking her head.
"I can stich the wounds, but she'll likely be left with rather nasty scars," she informs me as I shake my head, another deep frown forming over my face. This is unacceptable. "Though, given your age, it wouldn't take much of your own blood to heal her wounds completely, Sheriff," she says with as a knowing smirk perks at her lips.
"I suppose I owe her at least that much," I answer stoically, feeling much more elated at the idea of forming the first stage of a blood bond with the blonde telepath than I would ever openly admit. I bite into my wrist then before holding the dripping wound over Sookie's damaged skin, letting my healing blood seep into the open gashes as a small, thoughtful frown forms over my face.
Once more, I can't help wondering what it is about this infuriating, stubborn telepath that is warranting such uncharacteristic behavior from me. Could Pamela truly be correct in her assessments? Could I actually hold some form of affection for her? No. The very thought is fucking ludicrous. She is an important asset, that's all, an asset I desperately need to assist me in returning my Maker to me.
Godric. He's what all this is really about. Surely it's the worry I hold at the back of my mind for my imprisoned Maker that is currently making me react so strangely. Once he's safe from the Fellowship's clutches and at my side once more, these strange feelings currently swirling within my chest will dissipate once more. This is all just a means to an end, nothing more.
Once Sookie's back is perfectly healed once more, Pam and I place her sleeping form on the couch before working to wash away the bloody mess from her. I look down to her resting form and am once more forced to push down these strange, almost human emotions bubbling within me. Pam smirks over at me and I roll my eyes at her, already knowing what she's thinking.
"Don't," I warn, pointing an accusing finger at her. "Find the telepath something to wear," I demand, realizing Sookie's likely to wake pissed when she sees the ruined, bloody mess of her clothing we had to tear away from her injured body.
It's not that I'm at all concerned with her feelings, I tell myself as Pam rushes off to find clothing. I only wish to keep her keep her amendable to me to ensure her help in procuring my Maker, that's why I bothered to share my blood with her as well as insisting she is properly dressed when she wakes.
This is all for Godric, I tell myself yet again as Pam returns with one of the red, Fangtasia shirts we sell by the dozens. Pam works to redress Sookie and by the time she's adequately covered once more, I feel the encroaching dawn pulling at the edge of my conscience and proceed with my child down to the bar's basement.
"Rest well, my child," I tell Pam, wrapping my arms around her before leaning down to press a soft kiss to her forehead.
"Rest well, Master," she replies before we both enter our designated coffins. A small smirk pulls at my lips as I close the lid over me, settling myself within the confined space. I may have formed the first blood bond with the telepath only in an attempt to ensure her assistance with helping me rescue Godric, but I can't help but wonder what kind of dreams she will surely be having, likely even now, with my blood now coursing through her.
SPOV
"Sookie," is breathed against my ear as I feel someone pressed firmly against my back. Large hands are smoothing over the exposed skin of my arms and although a small alarm at the back of my mind tells me something feels off somehow, I can't seem to stop a soft sigh from leaving my lips as I lean back to press myself snuggly against the firm, muscled chest currently pressing against my back.
"It's you," I whisper then, gazing up to see the handsome face of the Viking Sheriff as he looks down to me with a soft smile. My face pinches in confusion as I finally take in our surroundings. The two of us are standing in the middle of a gorgeous, flower covered meadow; it's beautifully serene, but the part that makes me pause is the bright sunlight shining around us, warming my sun kissed skin.
What the hell? I look back to Eric, noticing his cool, pale skin is still fully intact and just as flawless as ever. There's no sign of burning or steam rising from him and he seems to be perfectly content in what should be a quite deadly environment for him in his undead state.
"This must be a dream," I muse aloud as I feel Eric trailing soft, wet kisses along the column of my throat. He hums against my skin, sending a pleasurable shiver to run down my spine and I can't help another soft sigh from escaping me as he proceeds to pull me tighter against him, holding me close.
"If this truly is a dream, we may as well enjoy it, Lover," he purrs against my skin as I find myself trembling under the soft touch. This is all wrong. I don't like Eric like this. He's an arrogant, womanizing, high-handed vampire that I absolutely do not have any sort of romantic feelings for whatsoever.
So why am I practically swooning under his soft caresses and tender kisses? And why am I enjoying the feel of him holding me so tightly in his strong, muscle bound arms? Oh, who the hell am I even trying to kid, I obviously have it bad for the man, despite, or possibly even because of his rather irritating tendencies.
Eric cups my face into his large, cool palm then, turning my face to meet that piercing, ocean blue gaze of his and I suppose I've taken his words to heart as I find myself throwing caution to the wind, deciding to just enjoy this seemingly perfect moment with the beautifully handsome vampire.
His cool lips capture my own then and I eagerly press my lips against his harder, proceeding to kiss him with an eager keenness, managing to surprise myself with my rather zealous approach. My brows rise in surprise when I'm suddenly lifted off the ground and as I feel Eric smiling against my lips, I find myself smiling back whilst wrapping my legs tightly around his firm waist.
Long fingers comb through my hair and I'm soon gasping into our quickly heating kiss as Eric grips onto my hair tightly, fisting my locks in a firm hold before tilting my head back to deepen our kiss further. I readily oblige him, opening my mouth to grant him entry and can't help the pleasured moan that escapes my throat as his skillful tongue twines against my own, igniting my lusts further still for the gorgeous Viking.
Eric adjusts his hold then, taking secure hold of my ass before pulling me against him firmly, grinding his hips against my own and there's simply no denying just how much he's obviously enjoying himself as I feel his fully aroused, gracious plenty pressed firmly against me. Dear God, this man is gifted in the very best of ways.
"Eric," I find myself moaning out through gasping breaths as I have to pull away for oxygen. Eric's cerulean orbs are darkened in lust as he grins down to me and I'm sure my own eyes must be mirroring his own as the eager vampire proceeds to lower us to the ground before sprawling me out over the grass before him.
I feel the soft grass tickling against my skin and I glance down to discover every inch of our clothing has somehow magically disappeared. I feel momentarily self-conscious about being so completely exposed before a man I hardly know before my gaze lands upon the utter perfection that is Eric in all his nude glory. Oh, holy hell. My hungry gaze trails over the luscious dips and curves of his masculine physique and all my previous discomfort melts away as I catch his lustful gaze.
"You're stunning, Lover," he purrs, looking down to me with clear reverence etched upon his handsome face.
"You don't look so bad yourself there, cowboy," I quip back, bringing a smug smirk from the thousand year old Viking as he begins gently trailing his fingertips over my thighs teasingly. "Eric!" I cry out in surprise as he suddenly splays my thighs open wide before him, a wide, purely masculine grin spreading over his face as I feel a warm flush crawling up my cheeks.
"So innocent," he purrs against my skin as he leans down to begin peppering feather light kisses along my inner thighs. My embarrassment is quickly diminishing as his kisses trail ever closer to a place yet undiscovered by any man. "Let me please you, Lover," he beseeches softly, pleadingly as he presses a soft kiss just below my navel.
A part of me is terrified to let him proceed, while a much larger part is internally screaming out, begging me to oblige him of his pleading request. It's this part of me that finds me nodding lightly, nibbling softly on my bottom lip as Eric's face lights up with a magnanimous smile.
"Oh, God," I moan out, feeling Eric's skillful tongue trailing slowly through my folds. Oh my, I've really been missing out on something quite spectacular it seems.
"So fucking sweet," Eric growls out against my wetted sex before eagerly proceeding with his wicked attentions upon me, lavishing me with languid licks and teasing sucks of that skillful mouth of his. My fingers find purchase within his thick, golden lock and pleasured moans are soon escaping my lips as I lose myself in the most exquisite pleasure I've ever experienced.
"Eric, God, yes, don't stop," I cry out pleadingly as my hips begin undulating as if of their own volition, rocking harder against my lover's eager mouth, bringing a low, pleasured groan from him. He steps up his ministrations upon me then, sucking a bit harder around my hardened nub to make my spine bow off the ground in desire.
"That's it, Lover, come for me," he growls out lowly, swirling his thumb expertly over my throbbing sex just before bright stars are exploding behind my eyes.
"Eric!" My lover's name is torn from my throat as my powerful release suddenly crashes over me, sending waves of unmatched pleasure coursing through my body's every nerve ending.
"Shit!" I cry out, sitting up with a start whilst gasping for breath as the delicious aftereffects of my intense climax are still coursing through me. I let out a shuddering sigh, finally catching my breath before taking in my surroundings curiously.
It takes me a moment to realize I'm at Fangtasia, more specifically, in the office of the very vampire I only just had a very carnal and intensely erotic sex dream about. God, could this be any more embarrassing? My face falls to my hands in humiliation, as I wonder just what the hell has gotten into me when I hear someone clearing their throat loudly.
"Oh, God, it's you," I groan out seeing the smug, smirking face of none other than Eric as he moves to stand over me, his nostrils flaring subtly before his fangs are shooting down in apparent arousal, I'm sure scenting the effects of my very recent orgasm.
"It's Eric, actually, Lover," he quips around his fangs, waggling his brows at me as I feel my cheeks heating intensely. "But I suppose you already know that as you were just moaning out my name ever so sweetly," he informs me, leaning down his towering height until our faces are mere inches apart.
If at all possible, I find myself blushing harder still as a low, masculine chuckle escapes the Viking Sheriff. I find myself praying I could just disappear in what is with do doubt, the most humiliating moment of my entire freaking life. Ugh, this man! So infuriating!
But as I meet the gaze of his sapphire eyes as they sparkle in delight and apparent amusement, expecting to be filled with anger, or at the very least, intense annoyance, I finally have to silently admit I don't dislike the blonde Viking nearly so much as I previously told myself I had. Well, doesn't that just beat all?
AN: I realize my version of Sookie's healing was a bit of a mix between the show and the books, but so is the rest of the story, as well as the rest of my works...lol!