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This story is rated M.
This is tomorrow’s post. I finished it and am moving on. More E/S next week.
Have a great weekend!
Chapter 4—Blessed to Continue
Sookie was drifting, somewhere, where it was warm and safe and she was loved. It was an incredible feeling. She was surrounded by family and for a moment, she thought maybe she was giving birth. There was something warm between her legs. And soft and…and…righting her mind, Eric’s head was visible. He was licking her, ever so softly and moaning her name. With a smile, she closed her eyes and ran her fingers through his hair. His ministrations to her went on…she lost track of time, she might have even dozed off for a second or two. She was covered in bliss and wrapped in gossamer.
Shifting her pelvis, she was a little bit sore. Making a disgruntled sound, followed by a small “Ouch,” Eric placed his finger inside of her and the small ache was gone and there was only bliss.
“The bonding,” she breathed out, “is it always like that?”
Eric pulled himself up to where she was, his tongue still licking her blood off his lips. “I am not sure what that was, but it was not what vampires refer to as the bonding. I had visions of all my vampire ancestors, as well of those of my human.”
“Yes,” Sookie nodded. “I could see my human family and then, I was filled with this joy as I stood on a dark,” she was at a loss for words, “a dark someplace and the night sky blazed with a million colored stars. It was like I could reach out and touch them and call then by name. I have never seen anything like it.”
“We need to keep this to ourselves,” Eric said quietly. “Until we know exactly what this is. I think we need to find someone to do our ceremony. Outside, under the starlight. An exchange of rings. From my Viking days,” he smiled at her, “I have some things. I would be honored if you would accept them and wear them. I will also have things for you to give to me. When vampire looks at us, they are going to know that we belong to each other.”
“I have a friend, Lafayette, he does marriages and such. He’s been ordained on line but it is all legal tender. He files with the state and everythin’.”
“That would be just fine,” Eric said kissing her. “Perfect. I will need a couple of days. How about Friday night. Nine o’clock. Vikings were married on Fridays.”
“Friday would be perfect. What do I wear?”
“I will bring it,” he grinned.
“Is it alright if I ask Tara? She is Lafayette’s cousin and I work with her at Merlotte’s and she has been my best friend since forever. Between the two of them they will spread the word and stop the gossips.”
“Perfect,” he smiled as he pulled her up close and held her next to him. “Perfect. Dawn is coming,” Eric said tasting the night air. “I will see you when the sun sets. Sleep now, lover,” he smiled at her. “I will lock the door on my way out.”
Kissing her one more time and holding her until she fell asleep, Eric got up and dressed. Smiling at her, he went to the front door and standing out on the front porch, looked out into the moon drenched sky. “Lock,” he said to the door and he heard the dead bolt throw. The Vette purred to life as he descended the steps. “Come to me,” he directed his will at the car. He heard it shift into reverse and then back out.
“How is it that we deserve such as her?” King Eric asked.
“We do not,” came his reply.
King Eric did a double take. “I know my magical, lyrical way of sweet talking the ladies is just the best. Is the best, but did you just tell Vette to move ass over here?”
“Yes,” he smiled.
“Swe-e-e-et,” King Eric chuckled.
“Time to talk to the boys,” he said as he hopped in and putting the car into drive began his trek for home.
Pam was still at the club when he arrived. Looking over at him she rolled her eyes. “Seriously Eric, where the fuck did you find a virgin in this day and age and this time of night? You smell like sex rolled around in sex and oozing sex and wallowing in sex and oh my gawd…” she leaned in for a closer whiff, “that is her virginal blood I smell on your breath. Good thing Queen Twat just left. Or you would have some explaining to do or I would have some explaining to do or there would just be hub-bub in general. You know,” she eyed him, “the hubba-hubba type where I get to kill Compton and then the Queen of Nothing.”
“She brought Billy Boy tonight? My goodness, things must be very boring in New Orleans for her to come this way with the boob,” Eric picked up the mail, thumbed through it and his focus was back on Pam.
“She wanted you to meet him. Tell him how welcome he was going to be and how happy you were to see him.”
“And you said?” he asked.
“That you were not here and that tonight you were doing the LSU basketball team. I did not specify the male or female team. Therefore she just thinks you are doing both. She looked very happy for you and very sad for herself. Compton looked like he would like to be able to just do one of them. You know what a short little fucker he is and zero personality. He would have to hover to be able to reach one of their necks. Just how embarrassin’ is that.”
“Thank you child,” he grinned at her.
“So, this I was Eric’s virgin?” Pam leaned in closer.
“You will meet her before we go to New Orleans.”
Pam actually smiled. “As in to court in New Orleans? Or are we going to piss someone off so desperately that they are going to call your very fine ass to the New Orleans dungeon?”
“Oh yes, once Compton pulls his head out of Sophie-Anne’s ass and moves back into the family manse,” Eric rolled his eyes, “he will come calling on Miss Sookie to discover that she has become my blessed to continue.”
“Eric,” Pam took a step back. “What…your what? Blessed to continue? That is…”
“That is what?” he asked.
“I have it, right here, in the vampire by-laws,” she said tapping her head. Then she took another step back. “She is a supernatural?”
“Among other things,” he smiled.
“What type?” she asked.
“That I do not know yet. But she has skills of the blood born type.”
“Blood born,” Pam’s voice went up a notch. “There were one or two still in existence during the time of The Flood. Not many after that, according to vampire history. They became a very rare and glorified commodity.”
“Correct,” he smiled.
“So,” she was now sniffing him, “damn Eric. I am tryin’ to take a readin’ here but I can’t get past the virgin’s blood!”
“I know child, pisser is it not. Now, I have to make a few phone calls for when the crown comes calling. Compton will wail and squeal about protocols and we will end up in front of The Authority. I must have my character references.”
Pam hugged herself. “Do you promise? Please, Eric,” her voice was trembling. “Please promise me. I have a special silver stake for that asshole, The Magister. Jorge Alonso de San Diego. What a pompous ass,” she rolled her eyes. “You know, that is not his real name. His parents named him Charles Smiths’son. That other shit is made up. You just give me the old wink or nod of the head or the hi-sign or fuck, you don’t have to do anything at all and I will happily turn Chuckles into goo right there on the spot.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Eric kissed her on the forehead. “Sadly, Vlad Drac is going to be in attendance. He is on my list-to-call”
Tears started rolling down Pam’s face. “This is so unfair. You let me get all worked up, knowing you gave a virgin a ride to remember, smelling your virgin breath, hoping to run that silver stake up that bastard’s skanky ass and then you bring up Vlad. I am going to pout,” she said dabbing daintily at her eyes and between sniffles checking to see if she had any affect at all on him.
“He gets first crack by rights because of the Ancient Rights of the Blood Feud. You know this child. If he misses, then you can move in for the kill.”
“Hm-m,” she got thoughtful. “If Vlad would bathe, we could maybe work a deal.”
“That is between you and him,” Eric tweaked her nose.
“And how did he get invited to this party?” her voice curious. “Don’t they have a restraining order or something?”
“Yes, but you see, I am going to need character references and Vlad just happens to be on that list. Just not one fucking thing they can do about that. I may call whom ever I please to vouchsafe my good standing in the community.
“Damn Eric, you have done impressive shit before, but nothing like this. Vlad will have Chuckles for an appetizer. I am gonna have to remind him not to play with his food. He is gonna owe you big time!”
“Correction, child,” Eric grinned, “he is going to owe me bigger time.”
“Give me a minute while I orgasm,” she sighed. “Okay, I am good now.”
“Most excellent. Now, close out, close up and off you go. Daddy has phone calls to make.”
Sookie woke up the next morning feeling like she could float and dispense blessings and cause the birds to sing in harmony.
“See,” Good Sookie said, lying on the pillow next to her ear. “That was so-o-o-o worth waiting for. See, we did right by waiting.” Standing she looked across Sookie and perhaps smirked just a bit when she said, “You would never have found that sex-god knows how to take a virgin goodness in the back of a pick-up truck in the parking lot of Merlotte’s.”
“You are correct Good Sookie,” the good girl that was no longer virgin snuggled into the covers, still smelling Eric there. “And Bad Sookie, stop giving her the finger and put out that nasty little cigarillo and finish off your whiskey.”
“You know, I like whiskey,” Bad Sookie began when Good Sookie rolled her eyes and mouthed “REALLY!” “Now I am going to have to switch to Aquvit. The drink of Vikings and the lands they conquered. Just send that Viking Conqueror goodness South of the Equator and backkkk…” she lay back, spread her legs and wiggled around a bit.
“Okay,” Sookie fanned herself. “I have the visual. And after such a night of bliss, it is good to see you have lost that vibrator. Now, as much as I hate to say it, we need to get up.”
“No-o-o-o-o,” all three groaned.
“We can have coffee in bed,” Sookie smiled. “No need or reason to get dressed just yet.”
“Mm-m-m,” Bad Sookie grinned. “After coffee, we could snuggle back in, think about Eric and maybe have some dessert before the main course finds his way back here this evening. I still have that vibrator.” All three Sookie’s bit their lower lip. “Well now, bad girl I might be” she grinned, “but I can see by the looks on both of your faces I am capable of having a good idea.”
“Coffee,” Sookie said clearing her throat and slipping on her nightie. “Then maybe we’ll discuss dessert.”
Stretching, which felt delicious, because she could feel Eric’s hands under her breasts, pushing them up, he had done that plenty, it was time to face the day. “Eric,” she smiled as she pushed on to the kitchen, “how did I get so lucky?” As she passed the porch, there was something wrong…with her porch…there were several boxes sitting on her front porch. Along with a garden of flowers. “Wow,” she giggled as she peeked out.
“Oh-h-h-h la la,” Bad Sookie was giggling right along with her. “I bet he has a black American Express Card. I hope he gives us one!”
“What?” Good Sookie stood up and leaned over and eyed her. “We are not excepting favors in exchange for sex. And it was,” she swallowed, “very, very, good sex. These are engagement gifts. We may be blessed to continue but in the eyes of the law of Louisiana, we are going to be married.”
“Married,” Sookie nodded in agreement. “The state says so. And sex, we can have that as much and as often as we like. We need coffee!” Off she went to the kitchen and started the Mr. Coffee and then came back out and began bringing lovely wrapped packages inside.
All the flowers were in vases. That was easy. She just set them wherever and inhaled the aroma everywhere she went in the house. There was a box with a new phone and a box with a…a…”What are you?” she asked staring at the fob. Inside was a note. “This will not break down. And if it does, just hit the linked-in button on the mirror. You will find it parked on the side of the house.”
Going out to the edge of the porch, she looked. Gasping, she was off the porch and looking at the new charcoal-grey Jeep Grand Cherokee. “Wow,” she looked back down at the note. “This is yours. Drive it now or wait until after the ceremony. It is still yours.”
“Holy crap,” she mumbled when she touched the door and it unlocked. There was a CD inside on how to operate her new car. “Holy crap,” she mumbled again as she took it inside and plugged it into her CD player. Pouring herself another cup of coffee she sat down on the couch and watched how to operate her new car as she called Tara and then Lafayette.
She was still watching the CD when Tara stuck her head in the door. “Miss Sooks, if I knew this was a pj party, I would have brought mine. And what are we watchin’? And I like what you have done with the place. I love lilacs and where did you find purple roses?”
“Coffee in the kitchen,” Sookie backed it up to watch the part about the GPS again. “It is all in the tellin’”
Tara sat down and watched it with her. When Lafayette showed up, he watched right along with them and then said, “We looks to be to the good, especially in this fine lookin’ drive me abouts. Time for a smallish road trip to the Tasty-Freeze.”
Treats were bought and they were dragging main street, smiling and waving at everyone they knew, sometimes out the sunroof.
“So, you have known him one week and a bit,” Tara was keeping her voice even. Sookie was the practical one. What had happened? “And now you are…call it what you will…gettin’ married to him.”
“Yes,” Sookie smiled. “Sometimes you just know. I mean, there are people who have known each other for years and get married and it ends in divorce with in a year. Gran knew Grandpa for two weeks before they got married and he shipped out to the war in Korea.”
“Well, it does happen,” Tara nodded her head in agreement. “So, you gonna quit workin’ at Sam’s?
“Yes. He knows Eric. So they have talked.”
“So, Mr. Swedish Talls, Blonds, and Gots Money wants to be joined to you in a blessed to continue ceremony. That right?” he asked as he was now driving the car home.
“Yes,” Sookie replied, sipping on her root beer float.
“And he done knows that is just the paper that goes to the state. But a legally bindin’ bit of blessed paper.”
“Yes, so if you would just a few words and work in a be blessed to continue, that would be just fine with both of us. And when asked, especially after Mrs. Fortenberry seeing us in this, if you would just say…”
“Sookie has been blessed to continue so just fuck off,” Tara said, as she sucked the last of her malt out of her cup.
“Somethin’ like that,” she grinned.
“And he owns the Dark & Light. Nice place,” Lafayette nodded. “Been in there once or twice. Not me payin’ of course. That was when I was much younger by a day or two and I had me a righteous man who wanted to shows me off.
Fuck,” Lafayette sighed, “Hookah, even the little blinkey light has personality and the ‘tudes. I will be available Friday night. I will speak the good words. You shall be blessed to continue. And when it gets times to trade this in, come sees me first. I’ll be savin’ my money.”
“Oh and Lafayette,” Sookie said as they got out of the truck. “He is Swedish. Descended from Vikings. I think we are going to be dressed to that period. So you know, wear whatever you think you look the nicest in.”
“Will do,” he smiled as he handed her the fob.
“Gotta go,” Tara smiled as well. “Workin’ for Sam, tonight. I don’t have me anyone to continue on with, unless that is Patron. And some nights he is silver and other nights he is gold but he always goes down smooth.”
“Amen, Hookah,” Lafayette shouted “and Hallelujah!”
Sookie spent the rest of the afternoon reading about her phone. i6Plus. There was also a card included with the phone so that she could call the Apple store in Shreveport and take classes. “Yes,” she was looking it over carefully, “I am going to have to do that,” as she called the help number and Gerard began talking her through how to use her newest, smallest computer that pretended to take the place of the old black ugly rotary she had sitting in the living room.
“Comin’ on sundown,” she said, while scrolling through her contact list that had been transferred over. “Eric will be risin’…” her brain told her fingers to stop as she contemplated that new bit of knowledge. “How did I know that…his blood,” she nodded and she felt an affirmation inside of herself.
Eric was betting that Sophie-Anne was going for three nights in a row. He was also betting that she had a spy or two loitering about checking to see just where he went. “Need to get to Sookie’s,” he thought and…looking up he was standing on her front porch.
“What the fuck?” he took a step back. “Sookie,” he called out through the screen.
“Eric,” she beamed, “come on in. I did not know if you wanted the Jeep parked around front or not so I just parked it back on the side of the house.
Eric,” she opened the door, “is somethin’ wrong?”
“I, I don’t know?” he looked at her. “I am awake and not dreaming, correct?”
“Correct,” she smiled at him as her fangs snicked down. “Come on in. Dinner is just about ready. I found that honeycomb that you like so well along with what they now call champagne grapes. I thought we could start with those. Samuel did say you should be able to eat the plant based things you knew as human.”
“Samuel,” he felt his eyes getting ready to roll up into his head as he became very lightheaded. “I told you about Samuel?”
Eric sat straight up in his bed. The sun was just going down. “What the fuck?” he said rubbing his hands across his face. “Need to get to Sookie’s” he thought. Looking around he was still sitting on his bed. “Just what the fuck?” he said, laughing. “No instant teleportation. Dreams. But maybe I do need to call Samuel.”
After the shower he checked his phone. There was a 911 flashing.
“Fuck,” he hissed as he hit face time. At least, he would have one good something before the night went to complete were shit.
“Hi,” Sookie smiled at him. “I have this much figured out. And thanks,” she bit her lower lip, “for everythin’.”
“Lover,” he was headed out the door. “I have vamp shit that must be tended. I miss you with all that I am. This could take the night. Or even the next two. I have to go be the sheriff.”
“I have every thing lined up for Friday, nine. If not before then, I will see you then.”
“Yes you will,” he smiled at her and then growled. “Dumb ass vampires cannot keep their shit together. I have to do damage control.” Blowing her a kiss, he signed off.
Wednesday, Thursday and Friday she continued to receive gifts, but no Eric. “I will be there Friday night,” he assured her with each text message she received.
Listening to the news Friday afternoon, she thought she began to understand what was going on. There was some type of unknown outbreak in South West Texas. Down around the boarder where the populations were scarce and far apart. Several families were dead. Several more were dying. Gasping for water and screaming when they were exposed to the sun. They were found the next morning, in their beds at the hospital, the virus had turned them into bloody goo. The CDC was now on the scene. The hospital staff had cleaned the area down with bleach. Whatever was left of the goo, was now whiter than white, leaving the CDC little to nothing to work with.
Ebola, the news wires all speculated. Sookie did not think so. Sounded like some bat-shit crazy vampire had lost it and Eric was needed to do damage control.
Friday, at dark came the knock at her door. There he stood. Yes, dressed as a Viking, complete with a big-ass sword. In his arms was a box. Handing it to her, he kissed her, nodded in the direction of the bedroom and off she went.
It was a very simple dress. A blue silk shift the color of Eric’s eyes and on top of that was worn what Sookie thought looked like an apron done in a rich matching blue velvet. There were gold Viking dragon brooches that held the shoulder straps in place.
Woolen socks then on went her leather shoes with a silver buckle.
Stepping out of her room, Eric was there to meet her at the door.
“I could not wait to see you,” was all he said as he swept her up into his arms and covered her face with kisses.
“Do you need to feed? Sex?” she asked as he carried her into the living room. “If you would not mind, blood first,” he whispered as he settled both of them onto the couch. Unlacing the front of the shift, he pulled it down and ran his fingers gently across her neck. “You are so beautiful,” he kept repeating as he kissed and licked her neckline. “Tease me, tease me…don’t…not yet…do not mount me yet…!” When he bit, joy flooded his mouth. And sunlight and the winter’s cold moonlight. He was groaning while he fed, his pelvis thrusting wildly. His nourishment needs were met, his strength surging through him…now it was time for his mate. “Now, now is perfect,” he groaned. “While I come…”
Sookie unfastened his pants and pushed up his shirt and chain mail. Impaling herself on top him, he yelled something she did not understand and held on while he bucked! He slit the area above his heart. “Drink,” was all he said in his passion-torn voice. Latching onto his flesh, she felt the rhythm take them both. When he came, she threw back her head and screamed as tiny bits of blue flame flickered out from both of their wounds.
Sookie was still filled with him, his erection not wanting to let her go. “Again,” he said as she ground down on him. “Harder,” he hissed. “Use me. Bruise me. Take all of me and consume me,” as he pushed up harder.
“Ah, ah, ah,” was all the sense he could make of what was going on until he yelled, “do it! Bite me! Drink!”
Sookie was mad with lust, herself! Her mouth settled on his throat and with her very human teeth she bit into his flesh, gulping down his blood until the wound she had made closed.
Collapsing on top of him, she laid her head against his chest. King Eric was still ruling her nether regions as he pulsed and stroked her insides.
“What are we doing?” she asked him, her voice very still.
“I do not know,” he replied. “But I like it,” he added, a small laugh in his voice. “How about you?”
“I…I like it as well. It speaks to something…that I carry…”
“Something in your blood,” he smiled at her as he kissed her on top of her head.
“Yes, I guess. It seems to pacify the..the..the part of me that is a telepath. Did you see those tiny blue…”
“Flames…” he added for her. “Yes I did. At the wound sites. We need the time for just the two of us to talk this out. But it is getting close to nine. I hear your friends approaching. Let’s go meet them outside. I like that spot in your stand of oaks, off to the left side of the house. Moonlight filtering through the tress and it will be perfect.”
Righting themselves, with a kiss, they were out on the porch to greet their guest. Lafayette and Tara came up onto the porch and Sookie made the introductions.
“I am the closest to a male,” Lafayette hesitated on the word, “relative that Sookie has that gives a damn about her. So it is up to me to lay down the law. You plan on doin’ right by our girl?”
“Yes,” Eric nodded. “I do.”
“Good,” Lafayette shook his head. “She deserves somethin’ fine and right in her life. Do not,” he looked up at Eric, “make me regret this.”
“I would not,” Eric replied. “Thank you for being so mindful of her.”
“You know she comes with…” Lafayette hesitated.
“I know,” Eric took her hand, “She likes the quiet.”
“Yes, yes she does. Now, which way?”
Lafayette wore his Sheriff of Nottingham outfit that he had made one year for Halloween. He had whipped up for Tara the matching Maid Marian. He had paid special attention to the seams. He was wearing Marian for Halloween this year and he would rock it.
“I have a few things I needs to get out of the car, then we cans start. Will just takes me but a minute to set up the torches.”
With all four standing together in the trees, Eric took Sookie’s hands and Lafayette began. “It is not often that you are blessed to find someone that you would like to share a meal with. Or a ride into town. Or your hopes, dreams and desires. It is seldom you find any one you would consider yourself privileged to love, that you would be blessed to continue, with.
To continue with…those are some powerful words. When you find someone and you want it to last. Someone you feel renewed every time you think of them. Someone you would endure for, linger, perhaps pushing back death. You would remain, here, for them no matter what pain you are suffering, because you know in your heart that you would cut their joy short if you were to leave. Someone you would always want beside you and to walk among your people.
Tonight, Tara and I are privileged to witness such a joining. Eric, the Norse Man and his lady, Sookie. “ Lighting a torch, Lafayette held it up. “They wish to be blessed to continue. It is a blessing to me to be able to say, Eric and Sookie, be blessed to continue.”
He passed the torch to Tara. “Eric and Sookie, be blessed to continue,” she smiled at them as she handed the torch to Sookie.
“Eric, be blessed to continue,” she smiled at Eric as she passed the torch to him.
“My Sookie,” his eyes smoldered at her, “be blessed to continue,” he passed the torch back to Lafayette who stuck it back into the ground causing it to cast deep, purple shadows. Pulling Sookie up into his arms, Eric kissed her while Tara and Lafayette cheered.
“Now,” Eric removed a flat box from his tunic. “For my mate,” he smiled, removing a gold dragon torque and placing it around her neck. “For my love,” he added as he picked up her hand, kissed her it and slide a gold dragon ring, its eyes winking with rubies, onto her ring finger.
Eric handed Sookie a matching torque and ring.
“For my mate,” she smiled at him as he leaned down and she placed it around his neck. “And for my love,” she added shyly as she placed a kiss on his lips and then slid the matching dragon ring onto his finger.
There was another kiss, as their lips lightly met, Eric’s hands on her face before they both stepped back.
The night settled around them with all those things that were old and familiar and now with several things that were new. Eric tasted the wind and found happiness, there.
“We have paper work, Mr. Eric and Miss Sooks, before you two disappears. I needs you both to sign and Tara and I shall bear witness.”
Picking up the torch, they walked back, seeing the familiar outline of the old farmhouse bathed in moonlight.
Inside the house, Lafayette opened his notebook and took out the marriage license. “I have already dated it and I needs you two to sign here and here and Missy Tara, your girly signature goes here.
Now is there a toast?” he asked.
Lafayette was reading the room. There were several pained expressions. “Never you minds. I came prepared. Mindin’ it is not anythin’ like the fineness that you have at your club, Mr. Eric, but for cheap bubbly, it is not all that bads either.
I will be right back.”
Lafayette had a picnic basket complete with four wine flutes and an old art deco hammered aluminum ice bucket complete with a bottle of champagne.
When the glasses were filled, Eric raised his and said, “May we all be blessed to continue.”
Clinking their glasses together, Eric took a sip. He would soon be puking his guts out, but he was not missing out on a toast to their future.
“Hear, hear,” Tara shouted.
“Thanks, really,” Sookie smiled at her friends. “It means the world to me that you two could be here with me. I know Gran,” she felt herself get weepy…
“Shhh now,” Tara hugged her. “You know she is lookin’ down on you. Now La La and I are out of here.”
“Please,” Sookie wiped her eyes. “Take the bottle with you. Eric does not eat or drink after seven and it will just be wasted, here.”
“Thanks,” Tara smiled. “Call us when you get some type of schedule figured out,” she grinned. “Happy honeymoon,” she hugged her again.
“Thank you,” Eric shook their hands. “This,” he handed an envelope to each of them, “this is for you. Just a small thank you for standing by Sookie.”
Walking them out to the front, Eric and Sookie watched as they got in La La’s car and drove off.
“I have one more something for you,” he smiled. “There was always a sacrifice to see the happy couple on their way. I brought you something to represent life. And death,” he grinned. “I understand they have nine lives.”
“Really?” she grinned. “You brought me a cat? Where is it?” she asked. “Oh Eric you did not leave it in the trunk of your car?” she looked worried.
“No, of course not,” his face looked very serious. “she is in the back seat.”
Walking over, Sookie watched as Eric reached into the carrier and took out the small kitten. “Hello flea-butt,” he handed her to Sookie, “Welcome home.”
Taking out the carrier, he smiled at Sookie. “All that she needs is self contained for tonight. Tomorrow you may shop for her.” Putting his arm around her and they both walked back and up into the house. Eric put the carrier down in the living room while Sookie found a spot on the couch, the kitten curled up in her lap, asleep, while Sookie scratched her between the ears.
“That was perfect,” Eric said to her, taking his place beside her.
“Yes, I thought so as well.”
“You look very fetching in your dress. Takes me back,” he smiled.
“Did you have a wife?” she asked.
“No, no time,” he replied. “My parents were killed then I had to step up and be clan chieftain. I had no time to think about things like a family. I was kept busy keeping the village safe.”
Nodding her head she said, “That was you down on the border, cleanin’ up after that rogue vampire.”
“Yes, my maker called me. Wombat Willy was literally a hot mess. We are having it tested. But not by any in New Orleans. It took him right out of his skin after he terrorized, drained and tried to turn fifteen humans.”
Sookie raised an eyebrow. “Literally?”
“Yes,” Eric nodded.
“You think the bat shit crazies that live in New Orleans, that they are cookin’ up somethin’?
“Yes. The humans in power have known for a couple of years about us coming out. They are preparing the way, so to speak. I am sure they are developing weapons that will destroy us if things do not go to their liking. I think New Orleans is planning their own counter-attack. This looks to be laboratory based.”
“Ick,” Sookie shuddered. “But you got something nice out of this. You got to see your maker. Does he live in Texas?” she asked.
“Godric,” he smiled. “He is the governor-elect over the South-west Territories.”
“More than a King or Queen?”
“Oh yes, much more on a different scale. He represents the Old World. They have a presence here, as well. The New World, or as they call themselves, The Authority, hates them. They came here to be free of the Old. And to a certain extent, the New, they make their own rules. But the Old World was here, first. And I bear testimony to that. So does Godric and several others. So the Old monitors, for lack of a better word. When vampire comes out, and that is the plan, their services will no longer be needed so off they go back to the Old World, not ever again to stick their noses in here. Another reason for the big push to come out.”
“What is the main one?” Sookie asked.
“The kings and queens, they want to be rock stars. Their names and photos everywhere. Twitter feeds. Like me on Face Book. Pintrest….with or without fangs. You vote and decide. Sophie-Anne knows that there are millions to make if she can get a vampire on every street corner along with every other thing that goes bump in the night in New Orleans.”
“So, it is all about money,” Sookie replied.
“It always is,” Eric gave a small grin. “Always. And they think they are sitting on a vampire gold mine.
Personally, I think they are going to regret this. But it certainly is not for me to say, nor will I be asked. I am Godric’s child and they all think he turns a blind eye to what I do.”
“And does he?” she asked.
“Let’s just say he is very much approves of you and he will tell them in his very polite, priest like voice to fuck off when the subject comes up.”
“You told him about me?”
“Well of course,” he smiled. “I am very proud of you. When I was on the border, we found some time to be alone. I told him about you and that we were going to be recognized as belonging to each other in a blessed to continue ceremony.
When Compton shows up and rats us out, we will get the call to go to New Orleans and you will meet my Godric, then. Along with a few others. But for now,” he grinned at her as he licked his lower lip, “what do you think about…”
“Eric!” there was a pounding on the door. “I know you are in there. You two stop fuckin’ like rabbits and invite me in.”
“And that would be my child, Pamela,” he sighed.
“I mean it Eric, I can smell the hot and nasty from this side of the door. She is human, correct? She can only take so much of your poundin’ on her before you start to break bone. And you know she needs to breathe, while she is down there suckin’…”
“Child,” he yanked open the door. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”
“My maker,” she batted her eyelashes at him. “Why, I was just out for a lovely stroll in the woods when I came across your Vette parked in front of this lovely old farmhouse which is located across the cemetery from the old Compton place. After looking about where please stake me now Compton is going to be residin’; the place is the squalor and filth, I figured Bill the shithead Compton would be right at home in that outhouse. Now, do I burn it before he moves in or wait for him to shit in it himself and burn it to the ground while he is there with his pants down around his ankles, so to speak. Your input would be appreciated.
And when do I get to meet Sookie?” she asked trying to peek around him.
“Sookie would be the real reason for your visit, would it not?” Eric leaned on the doorframe to block her view.
“I am just trying to be a helpful child and anticipate your needs. Like is she into a ménage a trios? I can be that third person for you. Sookie,” she called out, “what is your kink and can I do it?” She added sounding hopeful.
“Pamela,” Sookie stood under Eric’s arm. “Eric is my kink and won’t you please come in.”
“Thanks,” she smiled. “You two kids just continue on. I’ll give myself the tour.” Pamela walked around the house and admired, everything. Some things twice.
“Child,” Eric hissed at her when Sookie disappeared into the bathroom. “You do plan on leaving sometime soon.”
Smiling at him, she continued her grand tour, lifting lids and looking in corners.
When Sookie came back in and sat down next to Eric, Pam took a sniff. “Good,” Pam smiled. “You washed your hands. Now, Momma Sookie, I am here because Daddy sent me in a fucking text and did not have the nerve to tell me to my face, that you two were joining. Legally. So, is this going to be our permanent home? I have always wanted to be part of a…”
“Pamela,” Eric’s voice was loud. “Who is running the club?”
“Oh,” she smiled sweetly, “I just shut that fucker down and ran everyone off. I decided I needed the night off so I could maybe see just what the fuck this breather has that others do not,” she countered, with her hands on her hips.
Eric handed Flea-butt back to Sookie and stood, his eyes narrow slits.
“Eric, you know I speak the truth. You said she was a supe. I am just here to make sure she is not a witch or something equally hideous that has put a spell on you. You can destroy me if you like,” she stood her ground, “but I am not letting some half wit witch turn you into a milksop.”
“Eric,” Sookie put her hand on his arm. “You know that she is right.” He paused, but his focus was still on Pamela.
“You the one that glamoured my brother Jason?” she asked.
“Yes,” she nodded and then her eyes cut to Eric. “You told her…?” her voice faltered.
“Of course I told her. Just as I told you every truth I understood about vampire, I am in the process of telling her. What you do not know can get you killed.”
Pam thought about that.
“But a text, Eric…fuck…me….you sent me a text about some ceremony that sounds a lot like marriage. What the fuck…have you any idea…how hurt…?”
“Child,” his voice was controlled. “You know that I love you. And you are my child. Mine. But you are a bitch on wheels. A never-ending downer of gloom and doom and non-stop bitching. I have watched you at rest. I swear by all that I hold holy, your lips are moving in your down time while you complain and harp about whatever your newest rant happens to be.
This is a joyful and sacred time for me. Just as there was no one with us when I made you, I did not want,” he took another step closer to her, his voice hard, “you here fucking up this one night of my long life.”
“Sincerely,” she sniffled, “I rant in my downtime. You would not lie to me just to make me feel better for not being invited to tonight’s…” she shrugged, “to tonight’s,” she smiled. “And did I,” she smiled hopefully, “did I perhaps fuck up a little of your special occasion? Even if I did not, please lie to me and tell me that I did.”
Eric’s glare deepened. “You apologize to Sookie for coming into her home and causing this scene. For referencing her as a half wit witch.”
Pam was thinking about this. He was angry, but just how angry? And if Sookie was not a witch, just what type of supe was she? Could she push it and not apologize. Just…push…push…
“Oh so very, very late,” Eric’s voice was low and sad. “No more new shoes for the next year. And you will clean the club every night. To include the bathrooms. I want them to sparkle. As your maker, I com…”
“Oh Sookie,” she gushed. “I am so very, very, sorry for bursting into your lovely home like this. Why all is so lovely and clean and homey goodness and you do not shop at Wal-Mart at all for any of your home furnishings.” She air kissed Sookie and then stood back. “You have inspired me, lover to my maker. You know Eric, I think we should order those new shot glasses with the D & L logo on them. I think a couple of hundred for starters and start offering those as a free take away to everyone who purchases a hundred dollar shot of Patron. I need to get to the club and get started on that. My maker,” she smiled at him prettily. “Sookie,” she air kissed her again and then she was out the door.
“Pamela,” Sookie smiled at him. “She was just like you said she would be.”
Eric was shaking his head. “That child. But enough about her. We need to get to bed, but first, I think we need to talk about us. About the blood exchange. Blue fire from where we fed…about what is happening to us.”
“I dream,” Sookie began. “In what looks like 3D. And there are smells. There is a hot, hissing smell. Oh! Like a sparkler on the 4th of July. And there is always a sky with a million stars that glitter. I am waiting for someone. I know that. And I know that I have to fight him to the death. Last night, I saw him briefly. Just a glimmer. He was wearing a cape with a hood and it was covered in all types of symbols that I did not recognize but I understood them. I could hear them chanting as he approached. I just sharpened my blade between my fingers and I was waiting for him. I knew he would try and kiss me, and that was when I was going to slit his throat.”
“I dream of you,” he began. “I am here in this house and I can day walk. And eat food and you always reference Samuel. And when I am not here, I think of you and I teleport from where I am to here. I always ask you if I am dreaming and you say no. Then I wake up, because it is sundown.”
“Odd,” Sookie said sitting on his lap. “It is like we have exchanged places. I am the warrior and you are the one at home.”
Eric was thoughtful. “Three times are suppose to complete the bond. But I don’t think that is what this is. Your blood is not like anything else I have ever encountered. The taste, the consistency…the way my tongue and throat absorbs it. When I swallow it, it goes straight to King Eric and he roars with pleasure.
“Roar…!” was heard coming from his pants. “With pleasure…! Come down here and tame this ferocious beast!”
Sookie was laughing. “I never got the chance to thank you, for being so good to me, my first time. You just let me talk and rattle away and you answered my questions like they were the most important thing on earth to you.”
“Sookie,” his voice was soft and sweet. “They were the most important things on this earth to me. You were offering me, yourself. Your most precious gift. I did not want you to be scared or anxious or sorry about your decision. I wanted to make it as good for you as I possibly could. I am the one that should be thanking you.”
“Yes, thank you, fair lady of our heart,” she heard King Eric as he was shifting around trying to peek his head out. “That you take us into your sacred self and embrace us with all that you are, surely, you are a princess of the realm and your most humble servant awaits your pleasure.”
“You have got to stop, that,” she giggled.
“Stop what?” Eric asked, his face serious. “I have no control over King Eric. There was the time in Russia when I had either to fuck the Prince’s ugliest sister/brother/cousin/something or be staked out in the sun. King Eric refused. I am known in parts of Russia as Eric the Limp. I believe there is a pickle named after me.”
“I was…not…doing…that,” came the reply from his pants. “Who knew what that exactly was,” he shuddered. “Besides, I swear, I saw something living in her…well… living there. I was not going near that and so I did not. Eric the Limp,” he snickered. “My fair lady, that is a good and just name for that one who walks us around. No one,” he boasted, “has ever said King Eric the Limp.”