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It has been a week since Sookie arrived in the Viking village. She went outside Eric's house only a couple of times, as her sleeping routine would aloud. She realized after the first days that by not drinking water she could stay awake longer. Unfortunately, the price for doing so was high. The less she drank, the more she slept when she finally did. Not even Eric's most creative attempts to rouse her worked, not even the ones that involved his multitalented mouth.
Eric's father hasn't returned yet. The men were insisting that Eric should send a search team, but he knew better. No reason to endanger loosing other members of the community so close to winter. His father would have to find his own way back. That would have been the Earl's decision if he had been there to make it.
Sookie had not met Eric's mother since her arrival. The woman didn't want to risk facing a daughter of Fintan. The girl couldn't understand how or why her grandfather was known by the Vikings, but she had long given up trying to figure out fairies behaviors and secrets, much less her grandfathers. She trusted him, loved him even, but knew he also had a side agenda while dealing with her.
The entire village and its people fascinated Sookie, although it freaked her out a bit as they obviously talked a different tongue than hers and yet she understood them all. With the little time she had awake, she had learned not nearly enough about the villagers and their costumes as she wished. She wanted to explore the lands and feel the sun, but all her time was dedicated to Eric. It was as if her body was stopping her from spending a minute away from him.
Eric and Sookie's relationship, if it could be called such a thing, had evolved considerably. From shallow kisses to elaborate explorations of each other's bodies, it was becoming more and more difficult for the girl to keep her hands away from him.
The girl wouldn't say that she was in love with him, but on its way to be. In the few hours they had together each day, Sookie had learned about Eric's love for his family and people, his dedication to their protection and comfort. He had told her about his impending wedding, about the doubts he had of ever loving his future wife after meeting Sookie. He narrated some of his overseas adventures and all the amazing feats of his ancestors. She admired him, and his zest for life. And relished with all her heart listening to him and feeling his joy and hope to start a family of his own.
On his part, Eric seemed satisfied in waiting a little to fully collect his most beloved wish. From the start he had noticed that forces stronger than him, forces that had lead Sookie to him, were acting upon them. He had little doubt that whatever it was, Sookie's coming to his life involved their paring. He only hoped that her time with him wasn't going to be so constantly interrupted by her slumbers and that it lasted for as long as he made her happy.
It was a warm afternoon when Sookie wrapped her arms around Eric's form. He was sitting by the table once again studying maps, when she felt an uncontrollable need to touch him, to kiss him, to have him.
Gathering her in his arms, Eric moved them to the bed. Sookie's back touched it as Eric pulled her still immaculately white and clean dress off her body. In seconds his pants were gone as well and both lay down naked. His lips were exploring her ample chest, paying special attention to her hard nipples. Sookie was running her hands through his hair desperately trying to urge him to take her. Something was telling her to run, to not stop for anything. Still, she took a long breath.
Sookie wanted to be sure that whatever was happening or was about to happen between she and Eric was their decision. Not some interference from Fintan. This doubt had been nagging her mind for days, and she needed a confirmation.
Using all her energy and dropping all her shields, Sookie reached for Eric's mind. Again it was silent to her, but his feelings were loud enough. He wanted her, he wanted this and, more importantly, he cared. Sookie examined her own feelings, and found them a reflection of Eric's. She too truly wanted him.
Letting go of any inhibitions, Sookie held his manhood. Groaning, Eric slipped down her body touching her center with his lips and tongue. His fingers were working her and in no time Sookie was panting and trashing on the bed.
Before she could come back from her high, Eric entered her in one swift move. Sookie was tense at first, having her barrier severed, it was a sensation she had anticipated with some dread for so long. Not having nearly enough experience with anything involving sex, she always imagined it, the fist joining, to be awful. It wasn't, she realized. The pain was there, but it was muted, much like most of her reason had been this past week, and for the first time since her escape back in time, she was glad for it.
Holding in place, Eric showered her face with light kisses, before beginning to move. The delicious slow rhythm made Sookie wrap her legs around him. Soon she was moving along with Eric, and with a moan he speeded up his thrusts. Reaching for her breasts, he fumbled with her sensitive nipples while Sookie closed her eyes in rupture.
"Open your eyes, Lover. Look at me. Look at me while a make you mine", Eric huskily said.
"Oh, Eric, please. Please!", said Sookie after obeying his wishes.
Sitting back and taking Sookie with him, Eric changed his angle. Hitting her spot at every thrust, he watched in fascination as she reached her orgasm rolling her head back unable to keep up with his request. Soon after, Eric was shouting her name and fallowing down her spiral of pleasure.
Laying her back down, Eric spooned Sookie and bushed his fingers through her hair. She could feel the pull of sleep calling to her. She didn't want to give in to it. She didn't want to give up this moment. Sensing her distress Eric softly spoke.
"Sleep, my Lover. I'll be here. I'll always be here".
Sookie closed her eyes and darkness took her.
Someone was banging at the door. The noise was distant but very annoying and persistent. Slowly opening her eyes, Sookie found herself sprawled on the floor of a changing room. The vary same where she had tried a white dress with red flowers on. She was back.
Getting up and fighting dizziness, she noticed that there was nothing else in the cubicle. Looking at her reflection on the mirror she was shocked to see how healthy she looked, although she felt really tired and hungry. Her hair was longer than before her travel, as she had decided to call it, and her skin was flawless. It was as if she had spent a week at a spa and not at a Viking village without running water a thousand years ago.
The banging insisted, and Sookie finally opened the door. A woman with a blond dyed hair stared back at her. The woman's cloths consisted on a very short jeans skirt and a see trough black blouse. She had a small purse hanging over her shoulder and a pair of black ankle boots, nothing else.
"Hey, are you all right? I thought I heard a tug noise coming from your cubicle. Did you fall or something?", the woman asked.
Sookie opened her mouth to answer but tears were already making a path down her cheeks.
"Oh, honey. I know. Guy problems… Come here, let's get out of this store and find a seat", said the woman wrapping an arm around Sookie's shoulder, the contact making her thoughts immediately available to the telepath.
The woman - Ginger was her name - was thinking about what a pity it was for such a lively young girl to be suffering over man. She was remembering the many jerks that had past her bed and how she could help the girl. They reached a bench just outside the store and sat down. Sookie just cried for a few minutes. She wiped for the man she had lost, for the love she had no chance to build, and for the uncertainty of her future.
Now touching Sookie's hand, Ginger was thinking about her job and how she couldn't stay for much longer otherwise her Master would yell at her again. At that thought an image dominated her mind. An image of Eric.
Letting go of the woman's hands as if it had scalded her, Sookie asked with a trembling voice.
"What's your name? Mine is Sookie."
"I'm Ginger. Are you feeling better, sweetie?"
"Yes, thank you, Ginger. I… I think that I've seen you around before. Do you work at the mall?"
"Me? No. I work at a bar", said Ginger with humor in her voice. From her head Sookie caught its name: Fangtasia.
"At Fangtasia, right? Yeah, I've seen you there. Tell me, do you know if the owner will be there tonight?", asked Sookie trying to direct Gingers thoughts to the man she called master.
It worked. In a flash she was thinking about him, sitting on a throne by a dais dismissing woman who approached him. Sookie was utterly confused, how could this be Eric? He had lived and most likely died a thousand years ago. And then Sookie saw it, a memory of Eric very close to Ginger barring his fangs.
"He is a vampire", she said without thinking.
"Master Eric is the hottest vamp in town. Hell, in all Louisiana. The bar is always at full swing when he's around, and answering your question I'm not sure if he'll be there tonight. I think so, because he wasn't there yesterday and he never stays away from the bar for too long", said Ginger with a wistful look.
As everything that had happened to Sookie in the past week this encounter with Ginger didn't seemed random. Taking the chance that was presented to her, Sookie decided to see it through. Maybe that's why she had been sent to another Era, to meet Eric and then reencounter him.
"Ginger, I know I'm already imposing on your kindness but you think you could give me a ride to Fangtasia? I just need some fun and a few drinks to forget the guy who did this to me", pleaded Sookie with her best puppy's eyes.
"Sure! I'm on my way there anyway. It's a few blocks from here"
"Thanks, Ginger."
Less than ten minutes later, both women were entering the club through its back door. Ginger hadn't said anything on the way for which Sookie was great full. The telepath had already too many things running inside her head. So she had simply followed Ginger, who seemed a little oblivious of Sookie. Once inside, Ginger looked at her as if seeing Sookie for the first time.
"I'm sorry. This's the employee's area. You have to follow back where you came from to get to the bar. The vamps don't like to find anyone back here, so move it!", she said irritated.
Taking a look inside her mind Sookie confirmed her suspicion. Ginger had no memory of their previous conversation.
Yeah, Fintan is definitely involved.
Sookie headed through a corridor Ginger pointed looking at the rooms on its right side. In the middle of the way she stopped in front of an office. Stepping in Sookie caught sight of a sword. An old looking iron sword, Eric's weapon. In the days she had spent with him she watched him grinding and polishing it while he worried about his father's late return home. She would recognize it anywhere.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Little girls like you shouldn't be hanging around forbidden areas of vampire bars", spoke an enchanting blond vampire from the opened door.
"I… I…", shuddered Sookie, her fear sky rocketing.
The vampire was not Eric.