Disclaimer: The Southern Vampire Series, and all characters from it, is owned by Charlaine Harris. The original characters and plot from my fan fiction are mine. I am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
June 2013 - Updated
This story was originally published on 3/19/09. Any mistakes left are my own.
A/N: While I love delving into character POVs, it's time to find out what everyone's thinking. Enjoy!
"This form is perfect, Shifter! I am going to keep you transformed so I can skin you alive and make you into my personal rug. And then every night I am going to fuck Sookie right on your worthless hide! I'll make her hold onto your eyes as I ram my cock into her tight pussy!"
Even though Sookie clearly heard what Eric said, she was in disbelief. Her stomach was in a knot and a wave of nausea struck her. She gasped as the bear in Eric's grasp called out to her in her mind, Run, Sookie! Run!
Oh my God! It's Sam! Sookie was so distraught at what she was seeing, she didn't even register Andy's voice over the loudspeaker telling her to put on some clothes. She had never seen Eric act this way before, and she finally understood why Bill had been so petrified of him.
Was this the true Eric Bill said I'd see one day? Her heart ached as she saw how Eric had severely injured Sam, and based on the sly look Pam was giving off, she was sure Bill wasn't doing so great, either.
How could this even be happening? Eric's never acted like this before. He's always been so caring, loving, and above all, so good to me. How could it be that I never saw this side of him? Could it be that he's just different with me? Is that a good thing, or does it make him more of a liar? A shiver coursed through her body as Eric locked eyes with her and she wondered what was going through his head.
•Oo•Oo•Oo•
There had been very few moments in Eric's long life which had made him pause and reflect on what he was doing, but this was definitely one of them. He couldn't savor how beautiful his bonded looked in the moonlight upon feeling his blood freeze as Sookie's look registered disgust and terror.
Sookie's resentment and distress barrelled their way to him through the bond they shared. He suddenly felt filthy and unclean, not just physically, but in what little remained of his soul. Seeing the disappointment and hurt in her eyes at his actions rendered him weak, and he let the unconscious shifter slip through his hands to fall on the ground.
He wanted to run to her side and tell her she was the most beguiling creature his eyes had ever encountered in all of his existence, and would gladly throw himself at her mercy for causing her any pain. If only she would stop looking at him like that.
He wanted to tell her so many things at that moment, but somehow he was not able to move or speak. Thankfully, she broke the silence between them.
"Eric, I heard you. I heard what you told Sam. How could you say that? What are you doing?"
"Sookie . . . " Eric took a step towards her, his eyes desperately searching hers for a chance to speak.
"Stay back, Eric!" She placed her hands in front of her with her palms up, making a stopping motion, fully exposing her breasts. "Bill was right! You are a monster!"
Sookie's thoughts were in a confused swirl. She realized she couldn't think straight around Eric–especially not Naked Eric. So, she did what she always did when she was scared or upset: she walked away.
When she turned away from him, Eric remained frozen in place as her words struck him like a silver dagger and he was unsure of how to respond to her. But not all was lost, as he sensed her turmoil and uncertainty through the bond quickly turn to anger while she walked away.
This new development relaxed him. He could deal with anger, after all, he had over a thousand years of experience calming down an angry woman. Sensing everything would be all right, he finally concentrated on the most important matter at hand.
Eric let out an unnecessary breath as he reveled in the enticing sight that was Sookie's backside, and thanked the gods for ensuring that heels and gravel didn't mix, allowing him to contemplate the glorious sight a bit longer. As she slowly inched away, Eric fought to regain a clear head and began formulating his game plan.
He called over to his child with his mindspeak. Pam, you are going to have to heal these two worthless fucks. She will never give into me if she thinks I was doing more than just giving them a good scare.
Of course Master, Pam responded. But I only have so much blood.
I keep an extra supply of human blood in the trunk of the Corvette in case of emergencies. Use that blood on Compton. You will use your own on the shifter. While I distract Sookie, you will go around the building and take the blood out of the trunk. Do not fail me child.
Never, Master. Do you also wish for me to replace the shifter's two fingers?
Eric paused. Unfortunately, we must.
Can I put them on backwards?
Eric turned back to look at his child and gave her a mischievous smile. I wish we could. Now off to work. To the victor goes the spoils and it is high time I claimed my prize.
Yes, Master.
Eric closed off their mindspeak link and Pam set to her work. She wondered what her master was doing. Maybe I should get myself a red apron like that. It's evident I could get away with murder dressed in it. I can't believe he's going to her. He must have some sort of plan for her that I am unaware of, to be so sensitive to her feelings after the offense she's committed.
•Oo•Oo•Oo•Oo•Oo•
Before he could embark on his mission, Eric needed to clean his body of the filth of his enemies' blood. He looked around and saw a large pail of clean water next to where the Dumpster had been. He quickly lifted it over his head, successfully washing off all the blood, dirt and grime which was on him. In his vampire speed, he ran in a circle and quickly air-dried himself, leaving only his hair mildly wet. With no time to lose, he dressed just as quickly as well.
Andy Bellefleur was staring in awe at what he was seeing. With his mouth hanging open, he desperately searched his mind for a trace of knowledge he had acquired in his police training which would tell him how to proceed.
Eric, finally noticing him, briefly opened the mindlink and issued one last order to Pam. Glamour the cop.
Pam's only reply was a nod.
Confident his child would take care of everything, he sped off after Sookie, who by now had almost reached his Corvette. He paused for a moment. By the gods, every angle of hers is exquisite. He licked his fangs as he contemplated how she had tied the apron strings in a bow around her waist, while the strings rested seductively in the middle of her lower back, ending decoratively on either side of her luscious ass. How appropriate. She truly is a prize!
Sookie walked with her arms crossed in front of her chest, trying to maintain her balance on the troublesome gravel. She raised her hands as she wobbled on the gravel, almost losing her step. "Shit!"
Knowing his bonded would respond better if he seemed calm, he willed his fangs in before he spoke to her. "Sookie," Eric called out to her in the softest tone he could muster.
"Leave me alone, Eric! I don't want to talk to you. I don't ever want to talk to you!" Sookie's tears blurred her vision. While she wiped her eye, she gave a wrong step and her right ankle gave way.
Eric quickly got in front of her and caught her before she fell. "Here, let me carry you." He scooped her up and placed one of his hands on her bared back, the other on her ass. Unable to resist the temptation, he squeezed her rear cheek as he held her.
"How dare you! Put me down this instant, Eric Northman!" Sookie tried to wiggle free, but she only ended up grazing her breasts on his broad chest, eliciting a moan from him as he felt her through the thin shirt underneath his opened black leather jacket.
"Sookie, do not walk away from me. Talk to me. What you saw it not as it seemed."
"Oh, and what the hell did I see, Eric? Didn't I see you hurt both Sam and Bill for something they didn't even do?"
"I did no . . . permanent damage to them, my Lover."
"No permanent damage? Do you think I'm stupid or blind? You tore off two of Sam's fingers, and God knows what you did to Bill."
"I did no such thing. Go look for yourself and see. The Shifter is fine back there, only a bit shaken up."
"Go to hell, Eric! I'm going home and I don't ever want to hear from you again! Set me down this instant!" She put her hands on his neck and attempted to push him off her.
Eric gave Sookie a look that sent chills down her spine. She trembled, knowing she was trapped in Eric's grip.
"Why do you shake, my Lover? Are you afraid of me?"
"Yes, I am Eric. I never thought you could act this way. What you think Bill and Sam did to me isn't true. They didn't do anything, Eric. I did! I threw myself on them. Do you hear me? It was me!" Her fear gave way to anger and she pounded on his chest.
Eric looked into her eyes, but remained quiet.
"So now that you know the truth, what are you going to do to me, huh? Are you gonna rip off my hand?" she asked, continuing to pound on his chest. "Answer me! What are you going to do?" she screamed.
Eric remained still, then pulled her close to him. She shut her eyes, bracing herself for an impact, believing Eric was going to strike or bite her. However, Eric pulled her close and kissed her gently on her lips. Stunned at his actions, Sookie pushed him back. Her body immediately responded to his kiss and she cursed herself for being so affected by Eric.
Sensing her arousal, Eric tightened his grip on her waist and pulled her even closer to him. This time his kiss was more demanding, more passionate, as his mouth claimed hers savagely, despite her protests. The more she tried to push him back, the closer he pulled her to him.
Sookie moaned. "Eric . . . " Surrendering, she snaked her hands around his head and grasped his hair in her hands, responding heatedly to his kiss. She even allowed his tongue entry into her mouth.
Eric's fangs ran down as she pulled his face closer to hers. She laced his fangs with her tongue and Eric let out a small moan.
She slightly bit on his lower lip, drawing a drop of his blood. "Oh, Eric . . . " she moaned into his mouth. "Put me down, please," she said in a sultry voice.
He complied, and as he bent down to continue to kiss her, Sookie turned and walked away. Eric adjusted his pants. What a tease!
This time, Sookie moved at a faster pace, but there was no danger of her discovering Pam, as his child had already gotten the emergency blood from the car. The kiss he gave Sookie truly worked as a distraction he enjoyed. He smiled as Pam was almost done healing those who had dared touch what was his. Everything was going according to his plans.
He let her walk away as he was in no hurry, and he was thoroughly enjoying the view she was presenting. She stopped in front of the Corvette, breathed in and held her breath, and turned her apron around so it was now covering her backside. She turned around to him and he could see the red bow was now above her mound with the two red apron strings running down between her legs. His dick twitched at the sensual imagery before him.
With her hands, she pressed the apron on her butt and sat down on the hood of Eric's Corvette.
"I don't know what happened to my purse or my car keys, so I can't get in my car and just leave you here like you deserve." She pointed to her body and said, "And since this isn't anything you haven't seen before, then we can talk."
"I like how you think, Lover. Ask me anything."
"I want some answers, Eric. What are you going to do to me? I don't want to go home and be startled at every noise, thinking it's you coming to collect my fingers. So tell me right now. Are you going to break my hand or pull my fingers off, too? Just what are you capable of doing to me?"
Eric took a step closer to her.
Sookie trembled. "No, stay where you are. You're not moving from there until you answer me. I deserve to know if you plan to kill or hurt me."
"Kill you? Hurt you? Lover, I will do no such thing . . . " he replied, eyeing her breasts and her sex lasciviously. "You have my word."
Sookie's body all but thrummed like a tuning fork. She straightened and tensed her frame, as her body wanted nothing more than to be surrounded by everything Eric. She cursed the bond they shared and resisted its call to join with her bonded. "Wait, before you say anything, I need to explain what happened–how things happened."
Eric's gaze was firmly planted away from her face.
"Eric!"
He blinked and looked into her eyes. "Sookie, what transpired tonight was not your fault. It was mine. It is I who should be making the explanations." He attempted to keep looking in her eyes, but failed miserably as his line of sight drifted down to her tantalizing breasts and alluring nether region.
"What are you talking about, Eric?"
She cupped her arms around her breasts and Eric smiled.
"Here, Lover, take my jacket. I regret the delay, I was engrossed in the view. I didn't think of offering it sooner."
"No, thanks, I am perfectly fine. Like I said, it's nothing you haven't seen before."
For once he enjoyed how stubborn she was.
"Now how's this your fault?"
"Lover, I have been using our bond to send you . . . messages."
"You? You've been doing this to me on purpose? Why?" She dropped her hands from her breasts and decided to cover her mound instead, as his gaze traveled there.
"On purpose? No, my, Lover." Having lived through almost everything had made Eric good at telling people what they wanted to hear, and this was no different. "It seems I have been having thoughts about you. Dreams, I guess you would call them." He looked upward and leered at her uncovered breasts.
"Dreams?" She looked up at him incredulously. "Ah—" Sookie was about to tell him to stay where he was, but Eric was already in front of her.
"Yes, dreams. What . . . do you think I am made of stone, woman?" He reached out with his right hand and lightly stroked one of her nipples with his fingertips.
She quickly moved his hand away, at least he let her think she did. No one moved a vampire unless the vampire allowed it.
"Eric, I . . . "
"My Lover, believe me, I did not think this would happen. I wished you no harm or intended you to suffer in any way. I only meant for you to miss me as much as I missed you." He moved his finger to stroke her other nipple, but she moved away before he could make contact with it.
"Well it didn't happen that way. I-I-I did things—"
"Sookie, forget what has happened tonight. I regret the side effects my thoughts had on you, but I do not wish to press the matter further. The shifter has told me all I needed to know. I for one want to put this behind us as I now understand the part I played in this."
"That's easy for you to say, Eric. You're not the one who has to live with what happened."
"Forget it, Lover. I will take care of everything. I can glamour the shifter and make him forget. I truly lament what I put you through."
Sookie paused to think. After what she saw, she wasn't too sure if she should let Eric "handle" anything. "So if this is all your fault—because of these dreams—then why did you hurt Bill and Sam?"
Without hesitation and emotion, Eric answered, "They dared to touch what is mine."
"I am not yours, Eric."
"Yes, you are."
"We are bonded only because Andre forced this on us. I have never yielded to you, Eric. And after what I saw tonight, I never will." Memories of cursed Eric flooded through her, but she pushed them away, realizing the Eric before her was nothing like that.
He quickly got in front of her, and in turn, Sookie scooted back on the hood toward the windshield to get away from him. He took off his jacket and shirt, unbuttoned his pants, kicked off his shoes, and was naked in front of her in less than a blink of an eye. His pale skin glistened in the moonlight—a vision of male perfection—his standing arousal a clear indicator of what he intended to do next.
"So you will never yield to me, Lover? Allow me to test your resolve."
"Eric Northman, you wouldn't dare!" Sookie seethed.
"Humph. Was it not you who just accused me moments ago of being a monster? Should we test your evaluation of me?"
Her eyes widened as he neared her.
"What if I do this, Lover?" He ran his cool, long fingers down her thighs, caressing them gently. He gripped them and slid her down to him. He stroked her back, neck, and arms. The sensation of his long and able fingers over her naked flesh left shivers over her body and made her nipples harden in anticipation.
Eric tested their bond and sensed a momentary flash of anger flood through Sookie, but it quickly dissipated. He smiled, knowing his powers of seduction had surely rid her of the fleeting emotion and now replaced it with lust and desire. She quickly changed her scowling demeanor and smiled sweetly at Eric while allowing him to continue to touch her body.
She moved her torso forward to his until her pebbled nipples touched his chest. "Well, you certainly know how to make a girl reconsider," she said in a sultry voice. "Close your eyes for me, Eric. I want to—"
"Yes, my lover?" he asked, her arousing scent tantalizing his senses.
"I want to give you a surprise." Sookie glanced at his erection and licked her lips.
Her actions and the sudden aroma of her arousal made Eric close his eyes as he thanked the gods everything was going according to his plans. He'd have Sookie in his house before the night was through and he'd finally have all her ex-lovers and Felipe off his back. He paused and closed his eyes, eagerly awaiting his surprise.
The loud sound of her hand striking his cheek filled the night air. Eric was in a stupor. Never had he expected Sookie to slap him in his face.
"That was for Sam!" Sookie yelled. "And this . . . this is for Bill!" She raised her hand again and made a motion to strike him, but this time Eric caught her hand.
"How admirable, my Lover. You defend those worthless fucks even when you know what I did was justified."
"What you did to them—to me—was unforgivable! I don't belong to you, Eric. I never will!" she shouted, moving back toward the windshield to get away from him.
Eric curled his lips in a wicked smile as he stroked his cheek. "Unforgivable, you say?" He placed his hands on the hood while Sookie moved further back away from him. "So you will never be mine? Are you sure about that? If that is the case, Lover, then why are you assaulting my senses with your arousal? You're practically begging me to take you."
He kneeled on top of the Corvette, and with one arm he grabbed one of Sookie's legs, sliding her back to him. Wasting no time, he got on top of her and Sookie realized they were in the same position on top of the Corvette as they had been on the night of the sex orgy outside of Jan Fowler's lake house.
Eric growled and kissed Sookie. She started thrashing, trying to get Eric off her, so he grabbed her arms and held them above her head. He opened her legs and pinned her thighs down with his. He circled her moistened folds delicately before he shoved one of his long fingers into her wet core and moved it fervently inside her while his erection, wishing it could take his finger's place, rested on her stomach.
Sookie bucked her hips at the sudden intrusion, but couldn't stop her traitorous body from sending Eric all her lust and desire to him through the bond, begging him to continue his sweet assault.
When he put two fingers inside her, she not only opened her legs wider to allow him better access to her, she also responded heatedly to his kiss, teasing him with her tongue, snuggling her warm body to his, obviously letting him know she wanted him just as much as he did.
He then moved to kiss her neck, her shoulders, and then her breasts by sliding down her body. He freed her arms and she instantly put them around his neck.
"Do you see now?" he whispered in her ear. "You are mine. Look how wet you get for me. You belong to me, Sookie. Why do you tease me so, woman? Yield to me . . ."
No! I won't let you off so easily. You almost killed Sam and Bill. I want you so much, Eric, but, I can't let you off the hook like this. Sweet Shepherd, give me the strength to say no to him. "N-n-n-no, not even if you do that. Ugh!" she moaned. "N-n-never, you hear me!" She took her arms from around him and tried to push him away. "Let go of me, Eric! Stop! No!"
Eric tried to stop, but the lust Sookie was sending him through the bond was overpowering his sense of control. What game is she playing with me?
•Oo•Oo•Oo•Oo•Oo•
A few steps away, Andy Bellefleur studied the scene before him. Unfortunately, he did not possess Eric's sense of smell nor was he privy to the feelings of lust and desire Sookie was sending to Eric through their bond. What Andy did possess though was a gun with silver bullets.
Shaking as if he were a rookie, Bon Temp's only detective gripped his gun, and gaped his mouth open. He couldn't believe his eyes. In an act of total disregard for the law, a vamp was attempting to take a woman by force—in his jurisdiction no less.
Not on my watch buster. Andy mustered up his courage.
He had clearly heard Sookie shout her refusal and in Andy Bellefleur's world, whenever a woman said no, it meant no. He cocked his gun, aiming to put a stop to the crime happening in front of him.
Had Andy known that in Eric Northman's world, whenever a woman said, no to the Viking, it meant she wanted him to slow down and extend their foreplay, he would have simply walked away from the whole ordeal. But Andy had no knowledge of that, nor was he aware that women had started wars to claim Eric's cock, like the witch Hallow who had cursed the handsome Sheriff because he refused to bed her.
Andy only knew two things: how many times he had heard the word no from the women he had unsuccessfully tried to bed over the course of his life, and the certainty no one would ever start a war over what lay between his legs.
•Oo•Oo•Oo•Oo•Oo•
Eric paused and pulled away from the blonde beauty beneath him. So, she wants to play games and say, no? All right, I will indulge her. He uttered a word he had not spoken in over a millennia. "F-forgive me, Lover." He trailed his tongue on her earlobe. "You have a steel resolve. One, not even I could break. I will stop. Give me a moment. I will take you to your home."
Panic coursed through Sookie's body. Is he serious? He's stopping? Sweet Shepherd, is he leaving me? How long will it be now before he comes back to me? No, Eric! I don't want you stop. Please don't go.
To show him she desperately wanted him, she reached her hands down his body and cradled his jewels in her hands, hoping he'd change his mind. Eric flinched at her sudden action, and even though he felt like he was in gates of Valhalla, he slowly removed her hand, not wanting to be surprised again as he had been earlier by her false pretenses.
She looked at him lustfully and whimpered, licking her lips in hopes he'd understand what she truly desired. When Eric still looked at her perplexedly, she sent him all the lust and desire she felt for him through their bond, urging him to continue.
He clearly got her message and moved to press his body on hers again. "You little minx. You are cruel to tease me so. Does this mean I have been absolved, my lover?" he purred into her ear.
Sookie widened her legs and bucked her hips, begging him to touch her again. "Yes," she barely whispered, embarrassed to admit she'd let get him get away with murder as long as he kissed and touched her like that.
"I won't stop now, Sookie. Do you hear me?" he whispered into her ear. "Nothing will make me stop from taking you now."
She answered him by kissing his cheek, and he moved to kiss her passionately. "Nothing," he whispered, pulling slightly back before assaulting her mouth with a growl.
•Oo•Oo•Oo•Oo•Oo•
Pam had just finished the task her Master had entrusted her with, and she sat both the shifter and Bill by Dumpster. She tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for them to stir awake so they could be shown to Sookie in a perfect state of health.
As she waited, she remembered she had to glamour the cop, and set out to look for him. She spotted him by the bar's entrance and when she moved towards him, she found him spying on her Master and Sookie.
Tsk. Tsk. Some people have no manners.
Just as she was about to walk up to him, she took a quick glance at what the Golden Couple were doing, and saw they were on top of Eric's Corvette. Sookie's mouthwatering scent filled her with immediate happiness.
At last, Sookie's yielding to him! Sure, he'll be unbearable for the next few days, but we can finally move on to something else now. Hmm, perhaps I should start teasing him with a spring wedding. I can't wait to see his face when I mention it.
In her head, she imagined Eric actually getting married and thought on all the things she'd have to do to carry such an event out. She thought about the design of her sapphire-blue dress which complemented her skin perfectly, the invitations she was going to have to send out, the shop she had to contract to make the wedding cake for the human and shifter guests, and so on and so forth.
She got so wrapped up over the fantasy wedding preparations, and how she was going to handle all the compliments her sapphire dress was going to get, she didn't hear Andy Bellefleur shouting over to Eric.
"I've got a gun and I'm going to use it, do you hear me? You let her go, you dead motherfucker! This is my parish and she said no, you dead piece of shit!"
Eric didn't hear a word Andy said. The Viking was presently savoring the taste of Sookie's breasts in his mouth. He pierced the tip of her puckered tip with his fangs. The ambrosial taste of her blood danced on his tongue as he slightly grazed her nipple, drawing trace amounts of blood from it. He then sucked deeply on her hardened, pink tips to milk them of the precious red liquid. With equal passion, he rubbed his erection on her wet sex, while his fingers worked her to a state of frenzy.
"Oh, Eric," Sookie whispered. She was on the verge of climax as Eric worked his skillful fingers on her nub. With eager anticipation, he anxiously awaited her release so he could fully bury his fangs into her breast and plunge his dick into her wet core. Heaven was just moments away.
Seeing the criminal vampire so preoccupied, Andy cocked his gun and aimed right at Eric's non-beating heart. Upon hearing the hammer click back, Pam finally came out of her party-planning mode and sensed the danger to her Master. Since she given much of her blood to heal Sam, she was only able to move in her regular speed to stop the detective from interrupting her Master's plans.
Bill, now fully healed, sat motionless by the Dumpster, pretending to be asleep as he watched the events unfold before him. Seeing Pam move slowly towards his human descendant, Bill knew this was the perfect opportunity to rid himself of Eric. Bill lunged at Pam in his vampire speed, striking her with a rock on the back of her head.
He thought about killing her, but realized he needed a witness to testify Eric did not die by his hand, but that of a human. After she had served her purpose, then and only then, would he dispose himself of the baneful vampiress.
While Pam lay unconscious at his feet, Bill stood behind his unsuspecting descendant. Shoot!
"Hey, you dead motherfucker! I said let her go!" Andy shouted again with more fear than courage in his voice. He waited for Eric to respond, but Eric was oblivious to anything but Sookie's heartbeat and impending release.
Eric stopped licking and kissing her breasts and instructed the panting telepath with a whisper. "Open your eyes, Lover. Look at me."
Sookie complied and he moved slightly upward so she could clearly see his cerulean eyes when she climaxed. She began to moan loudly and her eyes fluttered as Eric's fingers had finally brought her to the edge.
"Oh!" Sookie's first orgasmic wave overtook her body. She locked her gaze on Eric's face above her while he looked down at her with fascination glowing in his eyes. Oh God! Oh, Yes! Sookie trembled and she let go, surrendering wholly to the sensations overpowering her.
For a split second, Sookie blinked as she felt something warm hit her forehead and spread to her breasts. She froze in terror. It was Eric's blood, both warm and wet.
"Sookie . . . " Eric tensed and slumped over on top of her—unconscious.
"AHH!" Sookie let out a bloodcurdling scream.
A/N: Well how convenient that bucket of water was there for Eric, huh? Sorry, I couldn't resist the Australia water wash. Don't know what I'm talking about? Check out this clip:
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