Connee's POV:

I slept through the night and woke up around noon on Monday. I didn't want to go to work. I didn't want to put clothes on. I didn't want to eat. I didn't want ... Eric. But I'd said it. I told Him I was in love with Him. And I meant it. And then, there was no going back.

I did make it to work, though. By eleven, with still no appetite, I'd finished all of my paperwork. There was nothing left for me to do ... until I thought of Bintaurs. Eric never reiterated on us 'creatures,' and I grew curious about them. I typed in the name, and was shocked at the number of sites there were. I clicked on the first site.

'HISTORY: Bintaurs are the least known of the Supe world. Their existence is masked in obscurity; it is unknown of their creation. Word of mouth familial stories indicate it to be approximately three hundred years old, though that might be a gross under estimation ...'

That told me very little. I noticed movement by the door and saw Eric stick His head in the door, looking at me oddly. I was about to address Him when He ducked back out. I shook my head, wondering what He was up to.

'ABILITIES: The most prominent capability of the Bintaurs is Telekenesis, the ability to move objects, regardless of size. It cannot be explained ...'

Another dead end.

Eric sauntered past my door just then walking very, very slowly, narrowing His eyes at me. "Sir, can I get you something?" He walked away. I rolled my eyes that time.

'... Other facilities include, but are not limited to, telepathy ...'

That was curious, considering Sookie could read my mind.

'... mind control, psychic abilities ... POPULATION: Spring 2009 Census indicates less than one hundred.'

What? It was clear to me at that moment that what I'd heard was the truth.

'LOCATION: Mid-Atlantic region, specifically Virginia and North Carolina.'

'APPEARANCE: Human.'

I bust out laughing. That was obvious.

'GENETIC CODE: ... Gene within 90% of Bintaur population prevent successful gestation. Female Bintaurs who also carry the gene and become pregnant, either miscarry or have a still-birth die within minutes of blood loss ...'

Okay, wait. Then how did my mother ... oh, she must have been of the 10% with normal genes. Which made me ... sick to my stomach. Thomas Milton wanted me because I would successfully carry his child, thereby regenerating the Bintaur population. A sudden burst of heat erupted in my face, and sweat built up quickly on my forehead.

'... rare blood type ...'

I'd had enough. I closed the website and turned to face the door, wondering what the hell to do with the rest of my time. Eric never showed back up again. Thinking of Eric, I'd thought of His accent when He spoke to Pam a few times. He told me He was a Viking ... Scandinavia, Norway, Sweden ... Swedish. That was as good a start as any.

Searching the internet for a good fifteen minutes, I finally found a site that had audio of select Swedish words, and was excited. He would be so pleased to have me speak in His language! I had to put on my headphones so He wouldn't hear the words, and I had to make sure He was nowhere near the door when I tried to pronounce it.

I clicked on a few that I could use with Him, and concentrated really hard listening. I was smart enough to close the window and play the audio, just in case Eric decided to come in and tell me what He wanted to with the headphones on. I closed my eyes and played them over and over and over. Then I took the headphones off and tried to say the words. I shook my head and went back to listen to them again.

When I went to remove the headphones to practice them, I gulped when I saw Him standing behind me. "Oh, god, Er ... Sir!" I exclaimed, putting my hand over my heart.

"What are you doing wasting my money?" He demanded angrily, His eyebrows furrowed deeply. The look in His eyes was disconcerting; I'd seen them once before when He hadn't eaten in a week.

I turned my chair as much as I could with Him blocking the swivel with His leg, took a deep breath, looked up at Him and said, "Bra afton, Herrn."

His head flew back, His eyebrows troughed even deeper. "What did you call me?" He screamed at me, incensed.

I flinched, that damned feeling in my stomach roared into every fiber of my being. I had to fight back tears. "Sir, I'm sorry!" To hell with a spanking! "I ... I was ..." I glanced at the computer, "...learning how to say—"

"Good evening, Sir." He shook His head and smiled. "You have completely and utterly destroyed my native language, you know that don't you?"

I still wasn't sure how to react. I bit my bottom lip, trying to look as innocent as a child. "Was I even close?"

"Ja, perfectly." Bending down, He kissed me then pulled away quickly. "Tacka dig."

It sounded familiar, but I wasn't sure. "Um, du är välkommen, Sir?"

He laughed. I was instantly relieved and relaxed.

Sitting on the edge of my desk, moving the chair so I was settled between his knees, He said, "It's descended from Old Norse in my time. That's where German originated. Are you interested in learning more?"

"Honestly, Sir, it's a very difficult language to speak. And I don't dare brutalize it even more."

He smiled. "So, are you done working?"

"Yes, Sir." I didn't tell Him I'd been searching on the Bins.

"I'm hungry." Just what I thought. I looked out the door, knowing the cops had cracked down on vampires draining humans in His club before, and didn't want to get Him in trouble. He must have read the expression on my face. "No, we'll go to Pam's."

"Sir, I told you I didn't want ..."

"We won't be scening," He said perturbed.

"But ..."

"Again with the arguing," He said as He leaned towards me and put His lips to my ear. "I said I'm hungry."

I closed my eyes briefly from His melodic voice. He took my hand and brought it to His upper thigh, letting the tips of my fingers brush against the bulge of His crotch. Ahh, he was hungry. "I thought you weren't going to feed from me anymore, Sir," I asked curiously, not defiantly.

"I won't be. Pam is taking the human there now."

"Okay. Let me get my purse," I babbled, trying to pull my hand away.

He kept a firm grip on it. "You won't need it. I'll bring you back so you can go home."

"Sir?"

"As your reward, I'm taking you there myself."

I was totally confused at what He was talking about, but kept my mouth shut. I figured we were going in His car. We went to the back parking lot, and I looked around for His car. I didn't see it. Before I could speak and ask Him about it, He lifted me up in His arms and we shot off into the night.

"Will you kindly shut up?" Eric asked. "You're making me deaf."

With my arms tightly around Eric's neck, cradled in His arms, my face buried in His chest, and my eyes tightly shut, I had been screaming non-stop for several seconds. "Are ... are we ... flying?"

"I am. You're just tagging along. Why don't you take a look."

I love flying, but there was always a window to look out of on the airplane; the wind was never blowing in my face as it was then. But to look down—knowing I was safe, in a manner of speaking, I took a deep breath and slowly opened my eyes. We were right above the tree line, never touching any of the branches. I was shocked that we weren't flying upside down, since that's what it felt like to me. We were completely vertical. Looking closer on the ground, I could see the lights of the homes below us and even some cars.

"What do you think?"

"This ... I ... it reminds me of when we danced the first time and you twirled me around. You're Superman," I giggled, pulling my upper torso away from Him so I could look at Him.

"Oh, god," He muttered. "Never say that again."

"Yeah, that was bad."

"Would you like to dance now?"

My eyes flew open wider as I stared at Him in disbelief. "Wha'? No!"

"Don't you trust me?" He asked, sounding hurt, but with the littlest crack of His lips.

"Of course I do! You know that."

"Are you scared?" He asked, but I could tell He was teasing me.

"No! Yes, petrified."

"Hmm," He pondered. "Well, I told you we'd have to work on your trust issues."

What was He thinking? He' was out of His mind! "If you drop me," I started, my voice quivering, "You'll bring me back, right?" I was kidding, but kind of serious, too.

He laughed, and I loved the feeling of His body shaking against me. "I won't drop you."

"Sir?"

"Yes, sub?"

"May I close my eyes again? I don't want to see what you're doing."

He laughed again. "Yes, wuss." Wow, He must have been in the States longer than I thought to know American slang.

"Okay, I'm ready," I said then closed my eyes.

With one hand He reached up for my right wrist and pulled it away, reluctantly at first. "Loosen up, min unge." I had no idea what that meant, and I wasn't about to ask. He took my hand and placed it against His chest. Gripping my waist tighter, and said, "I'm going to let go of you now." His tone wasn't teasing or menacing.

"WHA'?"

"No, no. We can't dance with you in my lap."

I nodded nervously. His arm slid down my back, held me tight to His body at my waist then my legs went out from under me. I yelped in fright and surprise, although I still had one arm around His neck. He then took my right hand and spread it at the level of my head.

A second later, He said, "Open your eyes."

I contorted my face a little playfully, and let them open on their own a smidgen. I saw His thick, kissable neck, but nothing behind Him. Opening them further, I slowly looked up into His face. I had never, ever seen Eric's face look so light, relaxed, so much in His own element. He was so strikingly handsome it took my breath away. Or was it because I wasn't breathing at all? We weren't moving. There was no rush of the wind around me. Letting my eyes wander around His head, He slowly started to turn us, still high above the trees. The tense smile on my face got wider and wider as we turned 'round and 'round, but not fast at all.

"Oh, Eric, Sir," I whispered, not able to find the right words.

"Absurd, isn't it?"

"That doesn't even come close."

"Keep your body close to mine," He told me.

"Yes, Sir."

And with that I felt us circle faster, so much so that my upper body flew out from me, but my hips were still attached to His. His hand move to between my shoulder blades while I concentrated on His face, letting the sensations that were pulsing through my body overtake me. I threw my head back and closed my eyes. The wind blew into my ears, making it impossible to hear anything, except for my heart beat pounding. With new-found courage, I let go of His hand and put both arms out beside me. His free hand pulled my leg up to His waist, and I placed my other leg around Him, holding tight, yet He never removed His hand from my back.

I wish I could explain that feeling. It was like I was falling from space, but knowing my body wouldn't splatter on the ground when it kissed the earth. I reached a place I had never been, and it was deeper than sub-space or any orgasm I had ever had, even with Eric's blood in me. My mind was gone, yes, but the wind hitting my skin and face was like being bathed in ...

I heard a gasp when pressure was applied to my thong-covered crotch. It came from me. Somehow, He had manipulated my body to allow His crotch press against mine. He placed both of His hands on my waist, and securing His grip, ground my body into Him, making me whine. Up and down, left and right ... this went on for a few minutes before I felt pricks and needles build on my arms, shooting down to my toes.

I picked up my head to look at Him. "Mas ... ter," I grunted, "Hold me."

Eric smiled then picked me up, letting my body crash into His. I panted into His ear as I wrapped my arms around His neck and pressed myself against Him. He allowed me to grate my aching pussy against His bulge until I screamed His name as I came, then nibbled, bit and kissed His earlobe. He groaned in my ear, and I felt His dick pulse against me.

"Let go, little one," He whispered in my ear.

I forced my eyes opened and hadn't realized we were in Pam's backyard, my legs then standing, but not touching the ground. He was referring to my arms strangling His neck. I loosened my grip and slid down His body, collapsing on my ass because I had lost all feeling in my legs.

Eric knelt down by me, took me in His arms and ran His fingers through my hair, talking to me softly. "Come back to me, love."

"Hmm, ohh, Er'c," I muttered, panting hard, almost on the verge of hyperventilating.

"Control your breathing. Inhale deeply through your nose and exhale from your mouth."

I did as He instructed, and within minutes I was back. My body was still a little numb, but I was back.