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June 2013 - Updated
This story was originally published on 3/19/09. Any mistakes left are my own.
Sookie's POV
When having sex with a vampire, a blood exchange was a typical thing, and though I reveled in every aspect of making love with Eric, exchanging blood was one thing I never looked forward to. Drinking Eric's thousand-year-old blood meant I could clearly hear vampire's thoughts, and the main reason I liked vampires was specifically because I couldn't read their minds.
I felt at peace around vampires, as weird as that sounds. I didn't have to put my shields up, and I didn't hear any strange voices in my head. More importantly, I didn't see any images floating around their minds. I heard and saw nothing.
I could be myself.
I could relax.
It was heavenly.
So, I did my best to stay as far away from Eric's vampire blood as I could, because if anyone ever found out I was able to read vamp's thoughts, I'd be a goner. You see, vampires don't take kindly to anyone knowing what they are thinking. Luckily, my secret was safe–for now.
There was however, one vampire I couldn't feel at peace with: Victor Madden. He always acted like a typical villain around me. All he needed to complete his act was the famous Mwahaha laugh.
Adding to his list of treacheries, Victor had just abducted my brother and held him at knifepoint, blackmailing me to save his life by inviting him into the protective ward around me. Unable to come up with an alternate solution to save my brother's life, I did as Victor asked, and found myself with him in the small enclosure.
Having just ingested Eric's blood allowed me to read his mind. I quickly gathered some insight into his thoughts: he was certifiably crazy. I mean, if there is a certificate given out to a crazy person, Victor would definitely have one, framed and signed in triplicate. He had a split personality, several in fact, and they all had one thing in common: they were nuts!
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"Sookie!" Eric screamed at me.
Victor laughed maniacally. "It's too late, Northman! It's too late!"
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6:00 Minutes to go
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Once again, I found myself at the wrong place, wrong time. My life was in peril, and yet again there was another vampire who wanted to make me his, you know, it was a usual Friday night.
Yawn! I should be worried right about now, but I'm not. Why? Because I just have to lie here for about six more minutes, before I invite Eric in and this jerk is toast.
When Victor started roaming his hands all over my body, I tried not to think about what he was doing. Instead, I wondered how much fun Eric was going to have tearing him limb from limb. I cleared my mind, as I was currently undergoing a tried and true survivalist technique: playing possum.
Victor traced his fingers across my breasts. What is it with men and my breasts anyway?
Victor's thoughts barreled into my brain. She's part Fae that's why her blood is so delicious/must have it/must have it now/now/now/It's time/I will make her my child.
No! This was definitely not part of my plan. I had to come up with something, and quickly. Before I could put something together, Victor grabbed me up and brought me up to his lips as if he was going to kiss me.
Ewww! No way! I quickly lowered my head and he ended up sucking face with my forehead.
"You will learn to obey me!" he screamed at me, striking me across the face once more, harder this time.
He sent me rolling, and it even made me spit up a little blood. At that moment I was glad I had taken Eric's blood, since normally I wouldn't have survived a hit like that.
I landed face down, sprawled on the gravel, directly behind Victor. When I lifted my face, blowing up some dust as I tried to breathe, Eric came over to me.
He looked me straight in the eyes, uttering a word I'm sure he hadn't spoken in countless ages. "Please. Please invite me in, Sookie!" He pleaded with me in a way I had never seen this beautiful man do before. I felt horrible for what I was putting him through, but he had to have faith in me. I knew what I was doing.
Since I was directly behind Victor and there was no way either he or Sandy could see my face, I dared to give my Viking a signal. I winked at him. Eric froze and just stared at me.
Victor grabbed me by my hair, and pulled me to my feet.
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5:00 minutes to go
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In order for my plan to work, I had to distract Victor and keep him at bay for five more minutes.
He was getting close, so close to saving Jason.
A/N: Just a tid-bit chapter. I'm superstitious and didn't want to end the story here. So who could it be? Who could be coming to save Jason?
Well, I'll give you a hint. It's a guy, and Sookie can read his mind. But now that's she had Eric's blood, she can read vamps, too. So who could it be?
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