Chapter Five: Fimm
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"I don't like having feelings."
-Eric Northman
Before you read this chapter, I am not guaranteeing that the Icelandic/Nordic translations are going to 100% accurate, but they are as close as I can get without knowing the actual language. Alright without further ado, here is the next chapter of Sweet Dreams.
o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o Sweet Dreams o0o0o0o0o0o0o
When I woke the next night, I could feel a coolness wrapped around me that kept me at a comfortable temperature instead of the overly warm I would have been normally with wearing clothes to bed. What the hell, I questioned to myself as I cracked an eye open to see long, pale arms wrapped around my waist. Slowly last night flooded my memories until I followed the arms back up to a lean chest that in turn led up to the sleeping face of Eric Northman. Huh, I wouldn't have figured that he was a cuddler. Hmm, maybe I can see it. He just has it buried deep underneath his "I-don't-need-anybody" front. I didn't dare move lest I wake him up so I instead took in his sleeping features while I could. From what I had seen at the club and when we had come back here, his face was usually holding a confident smirk or defensive expression, but right now his face was free of all that. The planes of his face was relaxed which had my heart melting at how peaceful he looked. If only he could have moments like this without him having to be in his day rest. However, my time admiring him was cut short by the little twitches of his muscles that let me know he was waking up. His eyes also gave a twitch before they opened to reveal his blue eyes.
"Gott kvöld, Eric(Good evening Eric)," I greeted him softly when his eyes met mine. He quickly let go of my waist and sat up in the bed, causing my heart to shrink in on itself a bit.
"Gott kvöld Desdemona(Good evening Desdemona)."
"Viltu að mér sé að hita upp nokkra O + blóð(Would you like for me to warm you up some O+ blood)," I offered as I slipped from the bed, one of the sleeves of the t-shirt I was wearing slipping off of one shoulder.
"Hversu margar pokar af blóði hefur þú(How many bags of blood do you have)?" he questioned, following me out of the bedroom to the little kitchenette.
"Nokkrir pints(Several pints)," I answered easily while opening the blood fridge. "Ég hef prided mér að halda þessari ísskáp búinn með blóði til heiðurs míns, vel hedrs núna(I have prided myself on keeping this fridge stocked with blood for my hedr, well hedrs now)."
He pressed up against me from behind me so that he could see all of the bags of blood in the fridge. I fished out a bag of blood from the large stack so that I could warm it up properly. When I shut the fridge back up, Eric gave me some space so that he could watch me warm up the blood. I rolled my eyes at his action and went at my own pace. I filled a pot with water and carefully placed the bag of blood in it to begin warming it up then plucked a wine glass from one of my shelves then pulled it over to the counter next to the stove so that it was at the ready. After minutes of turning the blood bag so that the blood wouldn't burn and making sure the would be opening of the bag didn't dip down into the water, I poured the freshly warmed blood into the wine glass and pushed it over towards Eric while I poured the rest into a pitcher.
"Þú ert mjög hæfur til að hita upp blóðið(You are very skilled in warming up the blood)," Eric observed as he picked up the glass and swished the contents under his nose.
"Ég lærði hvernig á að gera það og ná góðum tökum þegar ég lærði að ég hefði vampíru til heiðurs(I learned how to do it and master it when I learned I had a vampire for a hedr)."
"Hmm," he let out, tipping the glass a bit to taste the contents. He must have liked what he tasted because he made another noise of appreciation before he all but downed the entire glass.
"Vinsamlegast hjálpaðu þér hinum(Please, help yourself to the rest)," I insisted with a wave towards the pitcher. Eric did not hesitate to refill his glass and drain it again then refill it a third time only to turn to me with the filled glass in hand. From what I could see, he had taken all of the blood from the pitcher so I picked it up and rinsed it out then sat it back in the sink. When I turned back to face him, I could see the way his eyebrows were raised to ask a question. It looks like it was answer time.
"Af hverju sitjum við ekki í stofunni og ég get sagt þér hvað sem þú vilt vita(Why don't we go sit in the living room and I can tell you anything you wish to know)?" I suggested.
A determined look arose in his eyes as he sat down on the couch and crossed his legs while taking a sip of his blood. It seems that he was really waiting for this. Instead of waiting for him to ask a question, I simply started telling him my backstory.
"Ég er Desdemona Herveaux, fæddur til Jackson Herveaux og Maggie. Jackson er fullur varúlfur en Maggie var hálf ævintýri, fjórði ljós álfur og fjórði dökk álfur(I am Desdemona Herveaux, born to Jackson Herveaux and Maggie. Jackson is a full werewolf while Maggie was half fairy, one fourth light elf, and one fourth dark elf)," I began before launching into telling him about my older siblings, my schooling, and finally how I met Storm.
"Þegar ég hitti fyrst Guðrúnu eða Storm, þegar ég byrjaði að hringja í hann, var ég nítján ára gamall. Ein nótt fór ég að sofa aðeins til að vakna á undarlega stað(When I first met Godric, or Storm, as I began to call him, I was eighteen years old. One night I went to sleep only to wake up in a strange place). Ég hafði ekki hugmynd um hvar ég var, en ég gat séð mann í kringum mína aldur með brúnt hár og augu litur stormanna. Þegar augu okkar hittust vissi ég að hann var heiður minn strax(I had no idea where I was, but I was able to see a man around my age with brown hair and eyes the color of storms. When our eyes met I knew that he was my hedr right away)."
"Þú treystir öðrum of auðveldlega(You trust others way too easily)," Eric commented offhandedly after a drink of blood.
"Afsakaðu þig. Hver er að segja söguna(Excuse you. Who's telling the story)?" I sassed with a soft glare. He held up a hand to placate me while he took another drink so that he wouldn't speak.
"Nú hvar var ég? Ó já, þegar ég sá hann hljóp ég beint til hans til að gefa honum kjafti(Now where was I? Oh yes, as soon as I saw him, I ran straight towards him to give him a hug)."
"Það var hræðileg hugmynd(That was a terrible idea)," Eric pointed out with a drawl, seeming to love the twitch my eye gave at his interruption.
"Haltu upp víkingunni. Ég get ekki hjálpað því að ég sé huggerari(Shut the fuck up Viking. I can't help that I'm a hugger)."
"Hann er tveggja þúsund ára gamall vampíru. Ég held ekki að hann muni taka vel við fólk sem hleypur sig á hann(He is a two thousand year old vampire. I don't think he will take kindly to people launching themselves at him)."
"Ég vissi það ekki. Allt sem ég sá var mín heiður að ég hef verið að bíða eftir öllu lífi mínu og ég vildi illa halda honum(I didn't know that. All I saw was my hedr that I have been waiting for my whole life and I wanted so badly to hold him)."
"Leyfðu mér að giska. Hann reyndi að drepa þig(Let me guess. He tried to kill you)."
I said nothing seeing as though he was right. Eric seemed to understand my answer too because he sighed and shook his head.
"Svo, með þessu heiðursfyrirtæki, er það eins og maka sögur sem ég hef heyrt um frá Godric(So, with this hedr business, is it like the mate stories that I have heard about from Godric)?"
"Það er svipað, en heiðursbréf er óhætt þegar það er lokið(It is similar, but a hedr bond is unshakable when it is completed)."
"Lokið(Completed)?"
"Til að ljúka skuldabréfum verður allt fólkið í skuldabréfum að fullnægja því(To complete the bond, all of the people in the bond must consummate it)."
Eric smirked at this while he placed his glass down and moved forward over the table.
"Ég hef ekki áhuga á að endurnýja skuldabréfið án Storms(I'm not interested in consummating the bond without Storm)," I told him when I saw the look in his blue eyes.
"Það er svo slæmt(That's too bad)..."
"Yðar hátign(Your Highness)," Cory interrupted with a rush, appearing in the room with his head facing the ground.
"Hvað er það Cory(What is it Cory)?" I voiced when I saw Eric look over to my guard with a wary and curious look.
"Sookie er kominn heim aftur(Sookie has returned home)."
"Þakka þér fyrir Cory. Kannski ætti ég(Thank you Cory. Maybe I should)-," I said only to be cut off by the home phone ringing. That must be Sookie, I thought as I picked up the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Des," Sookie called out in a shaky voice. "Can you come over?"
"Of course I can," I answered at once without having to think of the answer.
"What's wrong?"
"It's, It's Gran...,"
"Say no more. I'll be over in five."
"Thank you."
"You don't need to thank me Sook. We're family after all."
I hung up the phone then used my magic to dress me in a pair of black short pajama shorts, a black t-shirt that had the Hunter's checklist from Supernatural written in white and red, and a pair of black slippers on my feet.
"Hvert ertu að fara(Where are you going)?" Eric inquired when he saw me switch my clothes.
"Sookie þarf mig(Sookie needs me)," I told him.
"Sá sem Bill er eftir(The one who Bill is after)?" he questioned after remembering what I had said about Sookie earlier.
"Já(Yes)."
"Þá mun ég koma með þér(Then I will come with you)," he insisted at once.
"Eric, ég get séð Billiam(Eric, I can handle Billiam)."
Even though I said that, Eric still had the determination on his face that told me he wasn't budging from his decision.
"Allt í lagi(Alright)," I relented with a sigh. "But we'll have to use English from here out."
All he did was roll his eyes at me in lieu of saying something sassy and followed me out of the house.
"Keep up Viking," I smirked over to him before I sped off at my highest speed over to Sookie's house. There was a small chuckle from him before he joined me in racing after me. Within seconds we reached the door with mischievous light in our eyes until my sensitive nose caught the scent of blood. All traces of laughter and mirth let me at the smell and Eric was quick to pick up on my change in demeanor. I could feel my eyes change from my human gray to the glowing silver of my elven appearance. My nostrils flared as I took in more of the scent of blood to realize that it clung heavily to Amma Adelle's scent. That was enough to make all of my reasoning fly out of the window and my instincts to take over. I was all but a blur as I raced into the house, after inviting Eric inside, to reach Sookie's side in the kitchen where Amma Adelle's corpse was sitting in a pool of her own blood. Who. The. Fuck. Did. This?! My breathing started to become labored as my anger started to make my blood boil under my skin and my body to start to shake. Sookie seemed to be in a trance like state when I looked down at her. Half of me wanted to comfort her and hide her face from the scene in front of us, but the other half wanted so badly to tear apart whoever did this for killing someone who I had come to see as a Grandmother. I could feel Eric to the side of me, unsure of how to to take what was happening around him, I could also feel another presence making their way towards us. My glowing eyes snapped towards the incoming presence that I deemed to be a threat. There is no way in hell I'm letting them get anywhere near Sookie right now. As soon as they stepped foot in the entryway of the house, I spun on my heel and launched myself at the intruder. We skid a little on the floor before said intruder tried to flip us around but I easily maneuvered the both of us around so that I had a silver dagger put to their throat that made their skin sizzle. Upon further inspection, I had Billy Boy trapped underneath me with no way to move unless he wanted to get decapitated.
"What are you doing here?" I growled down at the vampire I trapped.
"I felt...that Sookie was in danger," he ground out.
"She is perfectly fine so I suggest you take your sorry ass back home."
From the other side of the house I could hear and smell another intruder that had my instincts roaring again.
"Eric," I said that had him speeding to catch the unnamed intruder and bring them to me. In the time that Eric took to grab them, I pulled Bill to his feet and pushed him towards the door.
"I think you can find your way out."
What I was not expecting when Eric came back was him holding Sam by the back of his shirt with Sam putting up a fuss the whole way.
"Get your fucking hands off me!" he hissed in anger. My eyes widened when I realized who Eric held in his grip and they faded from the glowing silver back to the pale gray that I normally had.
"Eric, let him go!"
He raised a brow at me to question my words, but he nonetheless let Sam down on his feet.
"Des?" Sam questioned when he saw me.
"You may want to call the police," I told him in a soft voice once my adrenaline had worn off.
"What?! Why?!" he shouted in alarm, rushing forward to grab me around my upper arms. A growl sounded in Eric's chest at the action and made to rush forward to rip his hands from me if I hadn't help up a hand on his chest to stop him.
"Go to the kitchen. You'll see why."
At first he looked skeptical of my words yet he still ventured into the kitchen where I could hear him take in a sharp breath before he soothed Sookie while leading her from the room. Now that I couldn't see the condition the kitchen was in and I didn't have anything to focus my attention on, I could feel the beginnings of sorrow try to work its way into my heart, but I tried to keep myself strong for Sookie. She needs me right now and I can't be a mess when she needs a pillar of strength. As if sensing my impending sorrow, Eric came forward to place a hand on my head. It wasn't the embrace I was craving, but I could feel Eric's comfort in the small gesture.
"Thank you Eric," I whispered. He said nothing, but then again I didn't expect him to.
It didn't take long for the police or the coroners to show up after Sam made the call and I stuck by Sookie's side on the couch while Eric hung around as my shadow behind the couch.
"Eric, I'll be fine," I assured the over six foot vampire who had taken it upon himself to stick by my side.
"Don't you have Fangtasia to run?"
"My partner Pam can take care of the club for a few days," was all he said in regards to my comment.
I gave a sigh at his stubbornness but let him be so that I could put my focus on Sookie.
"If it helps," I began in a low whisper. "You can just focus on my thoughts. I think it will help keep everyone's thoughts out."
"Thank you Des," she murmured, leaning into my side and letting her eyes fall shut.
"Eric, could you do a sweep of the upstairs," I voiced to the blond viking. "I want to know where the bastard came in from."
As soon as the last word came from my lips, he sped away up the stairs to check it out for me. I really wanted to question the way he was acting, but that was something to think about at another time.
"C'mon Sook, let's go get some air outside," I suggested when I began to hear the not so nice comments the crew in the kitchen were making. She numbly followed my guidance out to the front porch where we sat down on the steps.
"Sam, could you call Jason please?" I directed to the shaggy haired man who trailed behind us out of the house.
"Sure," he agreed before he walked away a bit to make the call.
"I'll stay here with you if you'd like," I offered Sokkie in a soft voice. "That way you'll have someone here to protect you and you can stay at home."
"Thank you Des. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"You would be fine on your own Sook. You're stronger than you realize."
Within seconds Eric was back at my side and he was kneeling to give me the information.
"There was a slit in Sookie's bedroom window. That's how the intruder came in. My guess is that they came for her but went for whoever was in the house when they couldn't find her."
I cursed under my breath at the implication. When I get my hands in this fucker, I am seriously going to rip him to shreds. I quickly let my anger go so that I could think properly.
"Eric, give me your cell phone."
"What?"
"Give me your cell phone. If anything goes wrong, I'm going to need your cell phone to get a hold of you."
"You're just looking for an excuse to get my number," he smirked while he handed over his cell phone. I rolled my eyes at his attempt at humor and quickly set about putting my number in his phone while I put his in my phone under Viking.
"There. Now I need you to get your ass back to Fangtasia and do your work. I can take care of myself and Sookie."
"I am not-,"
My eyes flashed at his words that had him quieting.
"I have a whole guard to protect me if the need arose," I stated. "We will be fine."
"I expect a call as soon as the sun sets."
"Yes, Mom."
"I can't tell if your attitude is endearing or if it is aggravating."
"You'll be able to tell soon enough."
He gave a smirk before he sped off back towards Shreveport.
"Finally, he's gone," Sam sighed in relief when he saw that Eric was gone. "What does that fanger-,"
"Stop it right there Sam Merlotte," I warned him with clipped tones.
"What?"
"Don't speak ill of Eric. He has been nothing but courteous since he came over here with me."
This made him pause for a moment.
"What was he doing with you?"
"I don't think that is important right now," I insisted with finality while I rose with Sookie's shoulders in my arms.
"Right now, I think that Sookie can benefit from getting some rest. We'll see you in the morning."
He picked up on my silent cue for him to leave so that gave both of our shoulders a squeeze before parting with saying that he'll see us in the morning. Once Sookie and I were back in the house, I turned to her.
"How about I send you up to bed with a guard and I'll stay down here and clean the kitchen? I know Amma Adelle would hate it if people were to see her house looking like this."
"No, I should do the cleaning," she insisted with a furrow in her brow.
"Sook, just let me take care of you," I tried to reason with her. "You need all of the rest that you can get for tomorrow. People are going to be crowding in here to give you their condolences."
"Alright," she agreed after a few minutes of thinking about it.
"Thank you. Agnar, Cory."
They were quick to appear by my side.
"Yes, Your Highness?" they voiced in unison.
"Please esocurt Sookie up to her room and keep watch over her for the night."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"Go with them Sook. They will keep you safe."
There was no hesitation in her motion to follow them after I voiced my reassurance. My heart warmed at Sookie's faith in me as I watched the group disappear up the stairs but my heart fell when I realized that I need to share with Sokkie what exactly I was and where I came that thought in mind, I wandered into the kitchen and looked around at all of the blood that covered the once pristine surfaces. Tears began to well up in my eyes at the image I had seen of Amma Adelle lying in a puddle of her own blood on the kitchen floor and Sookie staring helplessly at the sight. I let the tears run unchecked down my cheeks as I let the pain and loss rip through me. I needed to let this run its course or I was not going to be any help or support to Sookie tomorrow.
"Hreinsa(Clean)," I choked out as I gave a sharp swipe of my hand that had all of the blood vanishing before my eyes. When the wave of energy left me, it seemed like the energy that I had to keep my on my feet left so that I fell to my knees. I let my arms hang down beside me while my head tilted back in an attempt to keep my cries to a small muffled sound. My phone rang at once that had me choking back my cries and answering the phone.
"Hello," I answered with a stable voice.
"Er í lagi með þig(Are you alright)?" were the first words Eric uttered over the phone.
"Ég er fínn Eric(I am fine Eric)."
"Það er ekki það sem ég er að tína upp frá lokum skuldabréfsins(That's not what I'm picking up from your end of the bond)."
"Fyrirgefðu. Ég vissi ekki að ég var að gera það. Þú þarft að fá hvíldardaginn áður en þú færð blæðinguna(I'm sorry. I didn't realize that I was doing it. You need to get your day rest before you get the Bleeds)."
"Ekki einu sinni hugsa um að hengja upp símann(Don't you even think of hanging up that phone)," Eric seethed across the line.
"Hvað viltu að ég geri Eric? Ég get aðeins lokað mér frá þér til að stöðva tilfinninguna frá því að koma í gegnum(What do you want me to do Eric? I can only block myself from you to stop the emotions from coming through)."
"Hættu að reyna að ýta fólki í burtu þegar þú ert að syrgja(Stop trying to push people away when you are grieving)."
"Eins og þú hefur ekki gert það áður(Like you haven't done that before)?"
"Guði fjandinn, stöðva bara! Það bregst mér við hversu mikið ég er að hafa áhyggjur af þér(Gods damn it, just stop! It irks me with how much I am worrying about you)."
I immediately felt bad with how I was treating Eric with how he was actually trying to help me. From what I had seen of his personality, it was hard for him to show his emotions like this.
"Fyri-(I'm-),"
"Ekki einu sinni að segja "Fyrirgefðu"(Don't even say 'I'm sorry')," he warned.
"Viltu mig gráta í símann eða tala(Do you want me crying into the phone or talking)?" I quipped.
"Hvað um ég tala og þú hlustar(How about I talk and you listen)?" Eric insisted without it being in the questioning tone it would have been in other people's voices. A little smile crossed my lips at his words. It seems that he can't handle a woman's tears. Rather than put him more out of his comfort zone, I thought up something that could take my mind off of the situation at hand.
"Hvað var líf þitt eins og maður(What was your human life like)?" I voiced to try to think of things to say.
"Hvað(What)?"
"Amma Vestele og Afi Alric sagði mér hvað víkingarnar væru frá sjónarhóli þeirra, en ég hef ekki fengið tækifæri til að spyrja einn af hinum raunverulega mönnum(Grandma Vestele and Grandpa Alric told me what it was like for the Vikings from their point of view, but I haven't had a chance to ask one of the actual humans)."
There was silence on the other line that had me worrying that I had overstepped some kind of boundary.
"Nema þú viljir ekki …(Unless you don't want to…)," I said. "Ég efast ekki um að þú hafir blæðingar núna og þú þarft dagsins hvíld. Ég þarf samt að hringja bróður míns og systir mín til að segja þeim hvað gerðist(I have no doubt that you have the Bleeds right now and you need your day rest. I still have to call my brother and my sister to tell them what happened)."
I could feel his uneasiness at my words, but I could also feel his compulsion to rest.
"Ef þú þarft mig, ekki hika við að hringja í mig(If you need me, do not hesitate to call me)."
"Ég mun ekki Eric(I won't Eric)."
"Kæru sæll Frejya(Goodbye sweet Frejya)."
I started for a few seconds as Eric hung up when I heard the nickname. Was that….Was that a pet name or a simple nickname? Once I got over the shock I shrugged my shoulders and let that take a backseat to everything else. Alright, I should call Alcide and Janice now. Alcide was the first one I called and he picked up after a few rings.
"Hello?" he grumbled into the phone as if he had just woken up, which I didn't put it past him.
"Hey Alci," I whispered into the phone. He immediately picked up on my tone of voice because he sounded more alert when he talked again.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"Remember Amma Adelle?"
"Yeah, that sweet old woman who lives across the way. What about her?"
"She was found murdered last night in her own home. I came to Sookie's house after Sookie got home and we both saw the body."
He went silent on the other end as he tried to get over his shock before speaking again.
"Do you want Janice and I there? We can be there in about four hours at the most."
"Yeah," I agreed in a choked voice. Because I was raised in a pack, having the support of my siblings were more comforting than trying to talk.
"Are you going to be at your house or Sookie's?"
"Sookie's. I'm actually here right now. I didn't want to leave her here by herself."
"And let me guess, you haven't actually taken a moment to sort out your shit and you're worrying over her."
I said nothing to his accusation because he was right.
"God damn it Desdemona," he sighed. "You need to stop bottling that shit up. We'll be there in four hours."
With that, Alcide hung up the phone so that he could pack and pick up our older sister. I on the other hand looked over the now spotless kitchen after I hung up my phone. What am I to do? Sookie wouldn't be up for a few hours and I had some time to kill before I even attempted to cook anything for her. Wait, I should call Fey and Tara to let them know. Fey was quick to pick up his phone.
"Hey Des, what'chu need?"
"Can you come over to Sookie's?"
"Why?" he asked, all of his playfulness gone when he heard my tired voice.
"Amma Adelle has been murdered and I'm here now making Sook gets some sleep."
"Yeah. Let me gets dressed and I'll be over dhere in a few minutes."
"You might wanna bring Tara over with you."
He then hung up his phone which agan left me in silence. The early rays of sunshine peaked in through the windows and I could hear the chirping of birds filter in along with the light. Part of me was angry at the bright atmosphere outside for being happy while such a horrible thing had happened, but another more logical part of my brain told myself that life still went on no matter how much shit went down. A sigh left me at the thought as I plopped down in a kitchen chair and lay my head down on my folded arms. No doubt people will start showing up here today to bring over some food to offer some condolences since word travels fast in this small town. I wanted so badly to call Eric back to talk with him, but I knew that he needed his rest. Well, I guess the only thing I can do right now is go into down time and wait for Fey and Tara to get here.
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They both got here in record time and sat down at the kitchen table with me when they saw my slumped figure.
"Hey Des," Tara said in hushed tones. "You alright?"
"It doesn't matter how I feel," I dismissed with a wave of my hand that weakly rose from the table then thumped back down.
"What matters is making sure that Sook is alright."
"Where is she?" Fey voiced when he didn't see her.
"Upstairs sleeping. I thought that she could use it."
"That she does," Tara agreed.
"Oh, and I'm expecting two people coming over," I told the cousins.
"Who?" Fey questioned.
"My brother and my sister. I called them and before I could say pie, they said they were driving here."
"Aren't they in Jackson?" Tara inquired with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah. They said they would be here, four hours max, but I think Alcide is going to see how far he can push his speed without crashing."
Fey and Tara said nothing more after that and let me have a few minutes of companionable silence. I was even able to pass out for a few hours before my brother and sister all but broke the door down to get to me.
"How you holdin' up Mona?" Alcide asked me as soon as he kneeled in front of me.
"I'm doin' alright," I dismissed with a sad smile. "Sookie is the one who-,"
"Don't you dare pull the deflecting bullshit on us," Janice said in distaste.
"Sookie may be hurting, but you're hurting too."
Alcide just rubbed his hand across my back to comfort me while Janice went on a rant about how I should stop worrying about other people and for once focus on myself. When she saw that her words were going in one ear and out the other, she gave a little huff and growl of anger leave her before she got an idea.
"Sofðu, unga ástin mín,
– úti regnið grætur(Sleep my young love. Outside the rain cries)," she began softly that had my body tensing at the lullaby my mother used to sing to me when I was a pup. Whenever I was pushing my emotions down and not letting myself deal with them, this song would always have me breaking down and crying out my feelings so that I wouldn't have them bottled up. Janice had found this out around the time I was twelve and did not hesitate to use the song when she thought I was too far gone for words.
"Mamma geymir gullin þín,
gamla leggi og völuskrín(Mother keeps your gold, old leg bones and chest of stones)."
Alcide could smell the oncoming tears so he plucked me up from my seat so that he could place me on his lap and wrap his arms around me. I buried my head under my older brother's strong jaw and let his comforting scent wash over me as my body started to shake with my sobs while Janice continued to sing. Both Tara and Lafayette were silent while my older siblings soothed me until I had cried everything out of my system, leaving me a shuddering mess in Alcide's arms.
"Thank you Alci, Jannie," I directed to my two siblings for their support.
"Get some sleep Mona," Alcide's rumbly voice filled my ears while his chest buzzed under me.
"We'll wake you up when it gets close to time for people to show up."
I nodded to show him I understood and let myself completely relax into my brother as I let sleep claim me for its own.
I don't know how many hours later it was, but Alcide was shaking me awake and Janice was trying to pull me to go to my house so that I could get in a shower and change my clothes. I didn't want to at first, but they were adamant that I at least do that. After flashing through a shower, I slipped on a pair of black jeans along with a black off the shoulder sweater whose sleeves went down to my forearms and a pair of black heels on my feet. As for my hair, I swept it up into a ponytail so that I wouldn't have to deal with it. Then it was back to Sookie's house to keep her company while the buzzards of our town came swooping in. Both Alcide and Janice stayed with Sookie and I at the kitchen table while Fay and Tara took all of the offered food and sat it to the side. Everyone stayed mostly in the living room except for the initial coming in the kitchen to offer their condolences. It was a good process until Maxine Fortenberry came in the kitchen. With her she brought a tuna cheese casserole that Tara wasn't that impressed with. However, I did not spot Jason at least once during this whole ordeal. Where the hell is he? Did he not know that Amma Adelle died? I tuned back into the conversation when I could see that Sookie was reading Mrs. Fortenberry's thoughts. That can't be good. To get her mind off of it, I reached out my hand and took one of her hands in mine so that all she would be able to hear is my thoughts. Her shoulders instantly relaxed and she shot me a grateful look only for her eyes to catch Alcide's as he scanned the kitchen. I could feel the little jump she had at the contact while Alcide was a little frozen after the ordeal. Wait...does that mean...A soft pleased rumble came from his chest that soon changed into a growl then whine when he directed his eyes elsewhere. Alcide had found the one his wolf wanted, but he was probably going to forget his wolf and stay with Debbie. In my opinion, Alcide should drop Debbie and enter a relationship with Sookie. Sookie, I knew, would stay faithful and they would both be good to each other. Arlene then came into the kitchen to rush over to our side and put her arms over our shoulders.
"Sookie, Des, I am so sorry," she sniffed.
"We're fine Arlene," Sookie and I said in unison that had the both of us giving each other a look before I continued on.
"Thank you for coming."
"Of course," she told us. "It's the least I could do."
I could see where this conversation was going so I diverted it to something else. Namely, Maxine Fortenberry rummaging through Sookie's fridge.
"Maxine Fortenberry!" I exclaimed, knowing that all of the things that Amma Adelle had made was still in there.
"Get out of that refrigerator right now!"
She backed up from the fridge like it was on fire while I turned to Tara and Fay.
"Can you two take Sook upstairs? I'm sure she could use a few minutes of quiet."
I then turned to Sookie.
"It's alright Sook. I'll keep an eye on things down here."
"Thank you Des," Sook smiled with relief. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Don't worry about it Sook," I said. "What you need to worry about is making sure you're alright."
Tara had her hands on Sookie's shoulders to lead her upstairs while I stayed in the kitchen to make sure that nobody went near the fridge again. Everything calmed down for a few hours until the front door burst open and banged against the wall. Who in the hell...I thought to myself before Jason's scent drifted in. Oh no. It looks like he's angry.
"Janice, Alcide, watch the fridge for me."
I didn't wait to answer the questions I had no doubt they had and instead ran up the stairs and to Sookie's room. I had just gotten to the doorway when I saw Jason backhand his sister. All I could see was red as I rushed forward to grab Jason by his throat and slam him against the wall.
"Keep your hands off Sookie," I seethed.
"It's," he choked out around my hold. "It's all her fault."
"Like hell it is."
I had enough of his shit so I held him up with one hand so that his feet didn't touch the ground and carried him down the stairs. Alcide must have heard what had happened upstairs because he met me at the foot of the stairs to take Jason by the back of his shirt to carry him the rest of the way through the house.
"I think you've overstayed your welcome," Alcide growled when he got to the door only to throw him outside.
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Not long after that, Tara was kicking people out except for me and my siblings. When I asked her why she didn't kick them out, she said that they were a strong support system for me plus she was thankful for Alcide throwing Jason out. I was thankful for it and I could tell the others were too. This gave us four extra hands to help out around the house. Our first order of business was to throw out all of the food the Fay deemed "bad juju cooking". Tara begged to differ after trying a piece of cornbread, but that only served to tick Fay off. He was all about putting a little love in your food instead of making food out of fear which had him making dinner for all of us. I offered to do the dishes after he was done cooking which brought a smile to the fabulous cook's lips. Tara on the other hand put a tray together for Sookie just in case of she was hungry. At first when the tray was sat beside her bed, it wasn't touched but she had eaten the food by the time it was nearing dark. I made sure to grab her dishes and wash them too while Fay and Janice worked together to clean the house. They were making great work of cleaning when I could hear something fast approaching the door. My eyes flashed to a glowing silver as I rushed to the front door to catch who it was by the throat as soon as they came in through the doorway. Without any effort the body I held stopped in its tracks so that it couldn't continue its journey up the stairs. When the body stopped, I could see that it was Bill that I had by the throat.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I demanded just as the others came to the doorway of the kitchen to see why I rushed from the kitchen. Fay and Tara were wide eyed with shock at my feat of strength while Janice and Alcide were growling at the intruder.
"Sookie…is in danger," Bill choked out. My eyes narrowed at his words yet I didn't let up from my hold.
"Tara, go check on Sook," I directed towards the stunned woman. My voice seemed to snap her out of her daze and she rushed up the stairs to check on Sookie.
"What makes you think you have any claim over Sookie?" I glared up at the almost one hundred and eighty year old vampire I held up from the ground. At hearing this, Alcide's growling grew louder and he took a step in our direction.
"Calm down Alci. I've got this," I assured my older brother before I turned my attention back to Bill.
"Tell me Billiam," I hissed under my breath so that only he could hear. "Are you here because of the Child Queen? Cause if you are, I am not going to let you near Sookie again."
He tried his hardest to clench his jaw at my words and his hands moved up to try to rip my hand from his throat but all I needed to do was squeeze just a little bit harder.
"Don't even think about it William Compton. I am stronger than I look."
"She's fine Des," Tara told me as soon as she came back down the stairs.
"I see someone has managed to piss you off," Eric commented, waltzing into the room to see me have Bill by his throat.
"That's an understatement," I seethed, glaring up at said vampire with my glowing silver eyes.
"I have nothing more to say to him. Eirc, would you be a dear and escort him out?"
"My pleasure," he smirked, taking him up by the scruff of his shirt so that his feet didn't touch the ground then proceeded to throw Bill out of the house. Once Bill was thrown out, Eric came back to place a hand on my shoulder. That was all I needed to fully relax and lean back towards him. He, in response, moved a little bit closer but didn't try to wrap an arm around me. Just the little bit of silent comfort he was offering me was more than enough.
"I trust that the four of you can watch over Miss. Stackhouse by yourselves," Eric drawled, now wrapping an arm around my waist.
Cue all of the confused looks aimed his way.
"What are you talking about?" Janice demanded with hands on her hips.
"I am going to borrow Desdemona for the night."
"Like hell you are!" Alcide roared in outrage. "I am not letting my little sister go off alone with you."
"Relax Alci," I assured him. "Eric is my mate. He won't harm me."
Both Janice's and Alcide's jaws dropped at my words while Tara and Fay looked on in confusion. Eric wasted no time after that to wait for words from anyone and simply led me out of the house.
"Where are we going?" I asked while we climbed down the porch steps. My foot barely touched the ground before I swept up into Eric's arms.
"You'll see."
I chose to keep quiet as I allowed the over six foot tall vampire to carry me towards my house. He made no attempts at stopping upon entering through the front door and continued on through the house until he came to the entrance that would lead to the hidden rooms downstairs. I was quick to punch in the code and the other security measures until we reached the little apartment like space I had set up for my hedr. As soon as we entered the space, Eric went to the bedroom and deposited me on the bed then proceeded to the bathroom. Within seconds Eric came back into the bedroom carrying a bottle of my jasmine massage oil in his hand. It was then that I figured out what Eric was doing.
"Strip," he commanded, shrugging off his leather jacket and t-shirt so that he was shirtless. An involuntary intake of air through my nose alerted him that I liked what I saw while I started to take off my sweater and my jeans. As I was unhooking my bra, Eric kneeled at my feet and took off my heels then reached up to pull my panties down my legs. While a part of me was a little embarrassed at being bare before him, another part of me was focusing on the anticipation that settled in my stomach. Before Eric even tried to move me into the position he wanted me, he had me put my hair into a bun instead of the ponytail. Once my hair was out of the way, Eric had me lay on my stomach while he put a handful of oil in his palms then rubbed his hands together a bit so it wasn't so cold. He then started rubbing the oil into the back of my neck, my shoulders, and back. The first parts of my neck that he massaged was the base of my head and the side of my neck behind my ears. I could feel the initial pain at having the places massaged, but soon I could feel the tension melt away. Eric then moved down to the back of my neck to continue with his massage.
"Þú hefur galdrahendur(You have magic hands)," I sighed at the way my tension was vanishing. All he did was give a little chuckle as he continued. His next target was where my shoulders met my neck. Almost immediately I could feel myself slipping into a slightly meditative state at how relaxed I was becoming. A little bit lower from that, at my shoulder blades, I could feel Eric work the muscle so that I could relax further. I don't know what brought on this strange desire to give me a massage, but I was not complaining. It has been a while since I have had a deep massage like this. Once done with my shoulders, Eric massaged down my arms from my upper arms down to my forearms and then my hands. When he was done with them, he placed them palm down away from my body so that he could move on to my back. He added a bit more of the oil then massaged down my back along my spine then spread out so that he was also massaging my sides too.
"Ég vissi ekki að þú værir með Venusian dimples(I didn't know that you had Venusian dimples)," Eric remarked when he got to where my lower back met my butt. All I could do was hum in contentment while Eric continued his work. From there he went down to the back of my upper thighs that he also used to massage some parts of my labia that at first surprised me, but I relaxed when I felt how relaxing it was. Down my thighs he went until he reached my calves. He made sure to be gentle while at the same time be firm enough that he was working out all the tension that the muscles had. My feet were next and I about melted into a puddle then. Having my feet massaged was heavenly when I was able to have it done. My female servants would probably be willing to do it for me, but I don't want to force them because even if I were to ask them, they would still have to do it.
When my feet were done, Eric flipped me over so that I was laying on my back. A growl of approval left his lips at the sight of me but he continued on with the massage. He started at my shoulders then came down to my collar bone then moved down to my breasts. It seemed like he was half massaging them and half just letting them fill his hands, but I didn't care. This man was working some serious relaxation magic. Then he moved down to my stomach that he massaged at my sides first then moved into the center. Another hum left me as he moved down to my pelvic area that he made sure to massage over my hips and hip bones then moved down to my upper thighs. He again massaged my labia that had my lady parts getting wet at how close his fingers were. He took an inhale of breath that told me he probably smelt it but he ignored it and instead focused on massaging the rest of me. By the time he made it down the rest of my legs and my feet, I was in an almost deep meditative state and looked up to Eric in half dazed eyes and a lazy smile.
"Takk Eric. Ég vissi ekki að ég þyrfti það(Thanks Eric. I didn't know I needed that)," I told him softly.
"Ó, ég er ekki búin ennþá(Oh, I'm not done yet)," he smirked, coming to stand beside me while his hands moved back towards me. His left hand settled down on my pelvis while his other hand came to rub my labia in lazy strokes that slowly pushed past to get to my clit. A gasp left me at the sensation and Eric couldn't help but smirk to himself. With every stroke of his strong fingers, I could feel the pleasure build up until I was just on the threshold of coming. Just when I thought I was going to cum, Eric pulled his fingers back and instead massaged my breasts again. A groan/whine passed my lips at the loss of the orgasm that pleased Eric to no end.
"Hafa þolinmæði gæludýr(Have patience pet)," he whispered huskily into my ear, my core clenching at the name he had given me.
"Þú munt fá alla ánægju sem þú ert að leita að og fleira(You will get all of the pleasure you are looking for and more)."
A moan left me at his promise while my core clenched again. This man is going to be the death of me. When he was sure that I had calmed down, his hand took its place back at my clit and began the slow strokes that changed in speed when he saw my hips try to rock at the building pleasure I felt. It kept building and building inside of me that there was nothing on my mind besides wanting so badly to cum. This time I was not barred and when I came to that same edge, Eric sped up his hand so that I came with a loud cry of his name while my body shook with the force of my orgasm. He soothed my clit as I was slowly coming down from my high, but I could feel two of his fingers entering me before I could come down completely from my orgasm.
"Eric, hvað(Eric, what)-,"I had started to say only for the words to be stolen with the gasp that came with the rush of pleasure that came with Eric moving his fingers against my vaginal walls. This time he was fast in his movements that had me gasping and moaning only for my next orgasm to sneak up on me so I came with another cry of his name as he once again soothed me. However, my body jerked a little this time with the force of my orgasm that almost stole the breath right out of me. That must be it, I had started to tell myself right before I felt Eric's fingers inside me again. There was no waiting for my orgasm to completely finish before Eric was moving his fingers again. Another cry left me at the intensity of the pleasure that was now flowing through me while Eric brought me towards another orgasm. This one hit me like a ton of bricks that had me screaming as I came, my body convulsing again. Eric wasted no time picking up his stimulation, that by this time had me almost blank minded with pleasure. This last orgasm was so strong that I saw stars behind me eyelids as my body spasmed through my orgasm, my body actually lifting up off my bed with the force of it. I could hardly say anything as each moan or cry was cut off by the sheer power behind this orgasm. I couldn't quite pick out Eric's words, but I could tell that he was whispering compliments in my ear as I came down from my orgasm until I was but a blob of jelly. Although, I did feel a tired smile settle on my lips at the thrumming my body was doing even if I felt like I couldn't lift my arms. Upon seeing that, Eric lost his jeans then settled the both of us in the bed with my head resting on his bicep. No words needed to be passed between the both of us as I felt myself drift down into a contented sleep in the embrace of one of my hedr.
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And there we have it lovelies. The newest chapter of Sweet Dreams. Do you guys think I do Eric justice with his personality or do you think that it is a little off. What do you guys think about the pairing I put between Sookie and Alcide? Please let me know what you guys think about the chapter because a detailed review or a pm helps me figure out what I'm doing right and what I'm doing wrong. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns feel free to leave a review or shoot me a pm. Remember, reviews are magic!
-White Wolf