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Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Chapter 1 ~ Eric Offers Help—With A Catch

Standing in the empty restaurant, Sookie could only feel shock. 'He's … he's not here,' she thought in total bewilderment. Seeing the open door, her mind began to run a mile a minute. 'Did he … did he leave? He wouldn't, would he?' Looking around the room, she quickly took in the telling facts she'd missed in her hurry to tell him 'yes'. Seeing the overturned chair and the slight disarray of the room that quite clearly signified a struggle, she said aloud, “He was taken!”

Firm in the belief that Bill had not intentionally abandoned her at the restaurant, she quickly made a round of the establishment in hopes of either finding some other clues as to what had happened to her now fiancé or perhaps locating the few staff she'd seen at the beginning of the evening. At the very least, one of them could tell her where she could find a phone so she could call the police. After searching the entire front of the restaurant and coming up empty handed, Sookie made her way to the kitchen. The moment she opened the door her hand flew to her mouth and tears filled her eyes. Three bodies lay strewn on the floor, and, from their voids of thoughts, she knew they were dead.

Stepping back slowly into the hallway, she felt her back impact the wall and, knees buckling in shock, she slid to the ground. “Oh my God … oh my God!” The reality that Bill was not only gone, but probably in serious trouble took her breath away. She allowed herself only a few minutes to panic before standing on shaky legs and whispering, “Okay Stackhouse, now is not the time to lose it. I have to think … think! What do I do?”

At this point, calling the police would probably only cause more trouble, and possibly slow her pursuit to track her love down; she knew she had only one possible option. 'Eric,' she thought in equal parts hope and resignation. Making her way back to the front of the restaurant, she forced herself not to think of the bodies in the kitchen or what horrors Bill might be facing at this very moment. Coming to the greeter's station, she sent a silent thanks to God for the phone she saw there and snatched it up. After a moment she recalled the number to Fangtasia and waited for someone to answer.

“Fangtasia, where all your bloody dreams come true.”

“Hi … uh … this is Sookie Stackhouse. I was wondering if I could speak to Eric?”

“The Master is busy, and does not speak to vermin directly.”

Dial tone.

“Shit!” Taking a deep breath she dialed back.

“Fangtasia, bar with the ….”

“Now listen. Tell your Master that Sookie Stackhouse, the telepath, is on the phone. He'll want to speak with me, I assure you, and tell him it's an emergency.” She hated throwing her weight around like she had, but at this point she had no choice. She also wasn't all that certain that many of Eric's employees knew who or what she was, nor was she certain that Eric's interest in her was as great as she estimated it to be enough that he would take her call … so she simply waited and hoped.

At Fangtasia, the waitress that had answered the phone, Richelle, stiffened. She was fairly new here, but Ginger had already told her about the mind reading woman that the Master had taken an interest in. She hadn't remembered the girl's name, but when Sookie had blatantly told her what she was, Richelle knew it wouldn't be wise to hang up on her again. Ginger had made sure she understood that if the girl ever called or came by, the Master was to be alerted immediately. Ginger had told her the girl was dating a vampire that worked for Eric, and because of that Richelle didn't consider her that much of a threat of competition despite her Master's apparent interest in her. She had been waiting for a position to open up at the bar so that she could be closer to the Golden Adonis she felt sure she could attach herself to given enough time. 

Taking an uneven breath, she said, “Hold on.” Making her way to the raised dais, her hands fluttered over her uniform, pulling her t-shirt down against her lacy demi-cup bra as she pulled it tightly into her shorts. She bowed and worked to lower her voice to a soft, seductive tone. “Master, you have a phone call.”

Looking up from his new iPhone, Eric regarded her with taut boredom. She was prettier than average with her curly brown hair and big green eyes, but just another bloodbag to him. In his long life, only two human women had ever garnered his attention for anything more than a meal and a fuck. One he'd turned and stood by his side to this day, and the other? The other was the delectable and ever intriguing Sookie Stackhouse. A woman he was determined to know and possess in every way. 

He observed Richelle dismissively, a worn frown cutting across his face. “Take a message, and do not disturb me again.”

“Um … well, sir, she says she's Sookie Stackhouse and it's an emergency, but I can tell her to call back if you—” Richelle felt a rush of air as the Master was up and out of his chair heading towards his office to take the call before she could even finish her sentence. She felt a twinge of jealousy but reminded herself that the girl belonged to another vampire, and she knew enough about their world to know that if that was the case her Master wouldn't be fucking or feeding from her because of that very fact.

Eric was in his office and picking up the phone to connect to line 2, the only one with the blinking light signifying a call, seconds after learning the news. Using his most seductive voice, he purred, “Sookie … what a pleasure.”

Back at the restaurant Sookie grimaced, rolling her eyes, as she snapped, “I don't have time for your sexual innuendo, Eric. I … I think I'm in trouble, and, as much as I hate to admit it, you're the only one that can help.”

A broad grin lit his features as Eric sat back in his chair and settled his feet atop his desk as he drawled, “Do tell?”

“I'm at a restaurant and everyone is dead. Bill's missing and it looks like someone took him. Since only another vampire could have overpowered him and taken out everyone else in the few moments I was in the ladies' room, I decided it probably wouldn't be wise to call the police.”

Eric was silent for a contemplative moment. “Where are you?” He waited for her to relay the necessary information before ordering, “Lock the doors and touch nothing else. I will be there soon.” Standing, he made his way out of Fangtasia quickly through the back door and used his cell phone to fill Pam in with the necessary information—and to tell her not to expect him back this evening.

Sliding into his Corvette and tearing out of the parking lot he thought, 'I had planned to get Bill out of the way soon enough following the Queen's dictates, but I had yet to put my own plans into motion. As this was not my doing it could only be Lorena. Bill was a fool to dismiss her in such a cavalier way, and so publicly. As her child, he should have know how vindictive she could be. I suppose I should be thankful that she left Sookie alone, especially considering how Sookie verbally assaulted her in front of Godric's entire nest. Of course, she knows how highly I value the girl, and would not wish to anger one such as I. Perhaps this is a good thing. I can use this to my advantage to garner Sookie for my own.' Smiling with satisfaction, he accelerated further.

At the restaurant, Sookie sat silently at the table Bill had proposed to her at before looking up in surprise at the soft knock she heard at the front door. Knowing it could only be Eric, she jumped up and made her way quickly to the front entrance. She let out a sigh of relief at the sight of the 6'5" wall of muscle that was usually more of a pain in her ass than the godsend he represented now. As loathe as she was to admit it, if he hadn't agreed to help her she would have been up shit creek without a paddle. Flipping the lock, she stepped back so he could enter. “That was fast,” she said hesitantly, unsure of what else to say.

Striding past Sookie into the center of the restaurant, Eric let his gaze sweep the scene as he inhaled deeply. 'Just as I thought. Lorena's scent is heavy in the air. There is the scent of scorched vampire flesh and silver as well. Clever of her. She certainly wanted to get the deed done quickly,' he thought as he knelt down and picked up the small black velvet box. 

Letting his eyes dart to Sookie's hand, he sneered at the sight of the diamond ring glittering on her finger. 'Lorena's actions apparently couldn't come at a better time. I will have to work quickly to make Sookie my own. She must be firmly bound to me by the time Compton is recovered if I don't want to lose her for good … if he is recovered. Now there is a thought.' Standing tall, he grated in a mocking voice, “I suppose that despite the circumstances congratulations are in order.”

“Huh?” Sookie replied before noticing the velvet box in his hands. Her face flushed with embarrassment as she tried to temper her tart reply. “I'd accept your congratulations if I thought there was even an ounce of sincerity behind it. Now can you please focus?”

Smirking, Eric left the dining room, following the light scent of decaying human flesh. Entering the kitchen, he inspected each body and was pleased to find that Lorena hadn't been stupid enough to drain them and had instead simply snapped their necks. 'That will certainly make covering this up easier,' he thought before pulling out his phone. Speaking quickly and softly, he made the necessary arrangements to have the scene cleaned up and altered to prevent the police from finding vampire involvement, before returning to Sookie's side in the dining room. “We must leave immediately.”

Startled, Sookie blurted, “What? But what about the bodies? We can't just leave them! And what about Bill? He was taken! We have to find him!”

“The bodies will be dealt with. Despite now being out in the open, vampires are still adept at covering up … situations like this. I have made the necessary arrangements. As for Bill? I am aware of your concern and I have all the information I need to begin locating him. We can do no more here.” Striding forward he grabbed her arm, and said, “We must leave. The Cleaners will be here soon.”

“The Cleaners?”

His hand was a solid force as he dragged her along with him, making his way towards his car as he replied, “Yes. As I said, even though we have come forward, there are still times when our world and our dealings must be hidden from human eyes. This is one of those times. The Cleaners exist in every area. They are a group of vampires that are in charge of cleaning up situations like this so that human authorities are unaware of our involvement. A suitable story will be weaved and the evidence altered to make sure neither you nor Bill can be implicated.”

Sookie stared at Eric in both wonder and horror as he opened the passenger door to his shiny, red car and gestured for her to get in. Shaking her head, she decided she'd be appalled at what she'd just learned at another time. For now he was right; they had to get out of here. Sliding into the smooth leather seat, she waited until he was inside as well before asking, “What about Bill's car? And what did you mean you have enough to begin locating him? What did you find? I searched all over before I called you, and didn't find anything.”

Eric eased the car out of the gravel parking lot and started to accelerate. He saw Sookie take a backward glance at the restaurant and watched the play of emotions on her fraught face. 

He maintained, “The Cleaners will take care of Bill's car. And despite being the cunning little vixen you are, my dear Sookie, you lack the acute senses of a vampire. I picked up Lorena's scent. She has taken Bill. I could smell silver and burnt flesh so there is no question he left unwillingly.”

“That bitch!”

Hitting the highway and headed towards Bon Temps, Eric chuckled softly. While he'd never been to Sookie's house, after he'd summoned her to his bar to locate the thief of his money, she'd impressed him so thoroughly he'd decided to take her for his own. He'd hired a private investigator to do a meticulous background check on her and he knew she lived right across the cemetery from Compton. Alone. 'How very convenient,' he thought with a smile, his tongue pressing against the back of his teeth. 

“Indeed, Sookie. Lorena is a bitch. A vindictive one, but a clever and powerful one. It will not be easy to find her, but, rest assured, she cares too much for Bill to kill him. He is still alive.” Since he was so close to Sookie, he could feel her emotions more strongly and felt the wave of relief she was experiencing. 'Soon I will get more of my blood in her and strengthen our connection. By the time Bill returns—if he returns, that is—she will be so closely bound to me there will be nothing he can do. She will be mine … in every way.'

Unaware of the dark plans floating in Eric's mind, Sookie asked quietly, “So what do we do now?”

“We will discuss that in further detail once I have safely secured you at your home. Lorena is not to be underestimated. She could very well be after you as well.”

She absorbed his words in silence for a few moments, then suddenly stiffened. “You … you know where I live?”

Their tenuous bond allowed Eric to sense her fear. He nodded, “You live across the cemetery from Compton, do you not?”

“How did you know that? I doubt Bill would have told you,” she reasoned suspiciously.

“You are such a clever thing, and, no, he didn't tell me. After you aided me with unmasking the culprit of the missing money, I decided to learn more about you and had a background check done.”

Her shock was twofold. One, that he'd done it at all and two, even more concerning, that he admitted it to her so casually. “You know some people would say you're getting dangerously close to stalking me.”

Taking his eyes from the road to level a heated look at her, he replied, “Rest assured, that when I stalk you, you'll know it.”

She felt heat shoot through her body as a shiver of fear raced up her spine. She whispered, “Good to know.”

Laughing heartily, Eric replied, “You continue to amuse and surprise me, Sookie.”

The rest of the ride was made in silence. When Eric pulled up to her house and exited the car, making it obvious he expected an invite so that they could “discuss” what was to be done now, Sookie was beyond grateful that Tara, Eggs, Sam, Jason and Andy had helped her scrub her house from top to bottom. She knew her house wouldn't be the luxurious accommodations that Eric probably was accustomed to, but there would be nothing for her to feel ashamed about, either. She was also grateful that Tara was staying with her mother for a few weeks, since they'd bonded over what had transpired with Maryann. Tara still intended to live with her, but had explained she wanted to spend some time with her mother to reconnect. Walking up the steps, Sookie tried not to let Eric's massive presence directly behind her unnerve her as she unlocked the door and stepped inside. Turning around to face Eric, who was standing in the doorway with his hands clasped behind his back and an expectant expression on his face, she said, “Promise to behave?”

Smirking, Eric inclined his head and replied, “As much as I do normally.”

Sookie cast her eyes upward in frustration and snorted. “Well that's comforting, but I guess I have no other choice. You may come in, Eric.”

Stepping inside, Eric took in the house. It was old and most everything was in dire need of replacement, but he could tell the house was well cared for, despite the apparent lack of funds of its owner. He made a mental note to not only get Sookie her payment for Dallas by the next day, but to add a considerable bonus as well. 'Of course, once I have bound her to me she will no longer be living in this hovel, but with me at my home. I've never had a pet, but I'm sure I will become quite used to her presence beside me.' Returning his gaze to Sookie, his voice was silky. “Would you like to give me a tour? Starting with your bedroom perhaps?”

Glaring at him, she waved her hand sporting the engagement ring, and hissed, “Not. A. Chance! Now what are we going to do about Bill?”

He pivoted gracefully as he made his way into the living room to take a seat on the old, but comfortable couch and waited for Sookie to join him. Once she had taken a seat in the chair opposite him, he leaned back and settled his arms across the back of the couch. His voice was smooth and amber as he regarded her calmly. “What do you mean 'we'?”

Clearly startled, Sookie was silent a beat before her anxiety surged through her weak defenses. “You're not going to help me find him?”

“My duty as sheriff was to investigate the occurrence and ensure vampires were not implicated in the death of the humans. I've done that. The crime will be concealed and a plausible story concocted to placate the authorities regarding the humans that died. I found that Bill was taken by his Maker. Vampire law states that a child belongs to their Maker. A Maker may do as they please with their child. I have no official capacity to interfere with Lorena's actions towards Bill.”

This stunned her. She looked at him beseechingly, uncertainty commingled with mounting panic. “But in Dallas … Godric … he—”

Feeling a small stab of pain at the mention of his Maker's name, Eric waved a hand, “Lorena threatened you, not Bill. Godric had the right as sheriff to interfere. This is different. Bill is her child, and despite her releasing him years ago, she still has the right to do with him what she will. He is her child.”

“So Makers can do anything they want with their children? Hurt them, and kidnap them, and there is nothing anyone can do?”

Eric nodded, “A Maker's rights to their children are absolute. It is one of the few vampire laws that is nonnegotiable. No vampire court will contest the point. I have no legal grounds to go after him.”

Narrowing her eyes, Sookie said, “Something tells me you would, though.”

Eric leaned forward with his forearms resting on his knees, the corners of his mouth twisted in an unapologetic grin. He let his eyes languidly glide over Sookie's lavender silk covered form. The dress she was wearing was gorgeous, but he'd prefer to see her in red, and soon enough he would get his wish. “I'm sure you could … persuade me.”

Jumping to her feet, she balled her fists and hissed, “I'm not that kind of woman! I'm not going to sleep with you for a favor, Eric!”

“Of that I have no doubt. And while I intend to have you in my bed many, many times, my delightful Sookie, that is not what I was insinuating.”

Her body stiff with anger, her eyes bright with resentment, she shot back, “What were you insinuating then?”

Rising, he moved to stand in front of her so that he towered over her. Eric cupped her chin and tilted her head back. “I will locate your Bill and negotiate with Lorena for his release in exchange for a number of things from you. First, you will sign a contract to work for me, and I will pay you, naturally. You will come to Fangtasia several times a week to read the humans there. After what happened in Dallas, I wish to be more vigilant towards rooting out potential Fellowship spies in my club. You will also listen to all my employees at all of my businesses so that I can be assured none of them are betraying me.”

“You have more businesses than Fangtasia?”

Stroking his fingers along her cheek, he confirmed, “Indeed. Many more, but, of course, I will not have you read everyone that works for me in one night. I would not abuse you and wear you down that way. You will have several weeks to see it done.”

Stepping back from him, Sookie crossed her arms tightly over her chest and questioned, “That's it? I work for you a few nights a week and listen to your employees and you'll find Bill for me and get him back?”

Eric shook his head and laughed, “No Sookie, that is not 'it'. If you recall, I said there were a number of things I wanted in exchange for this favor.”

“So, what else?”

Stepping forward again, Eric let his gaze burn into Sookie with unfeigned pleasure. “While I look for Bill you will allow me to feed from you on those nights you come to work at Fangtasia, and any other night that I am in your company. You will also take more blood from me.”

Gasping in shock and outrage, she vigorously shook her head and protested, “Absolutely not! It's bad enough you tricked me into taking your blood that first time! And I'd never let anyone feed on me but Bill!”

“Very well. Good luck finding him,” Eric said neutrally as he stepped past her and headed for the door. He knew he wouldn't make it more than a step, and smiled when Sookie's delightful southern drawl stopped him.


She watched as Eric turned back to face her. She bit her lip in worry as she rolled her options around in her mind. She knew she didn't have a chance of finding Bill on her own, and, even if she did, how would she save him? She couldn't overtake Lorena on her own. She had no other choice. “You'll only feed on me until Bill comes back, and then you'll stop?”

“I will stop when he is returned, if that is your wish,” Eric offered. He had no intention of honoring that particular request, but if she felt she needed to make the stipulation, he would let her ease her conscience in any way she deemed necessary.

“What will having more of your blood do to me? Why do you want me to take it? I thought vampires didn't like humans having their blood? Isn't that why you guys hate V?”

“You are special, my dear Sookie. I will enjoy you having my blood. Other humans are not worthy of it. As for what it will do to you? Have you not had Bill's blood? Did he not make you aware of its side effects?”

Sookie nodded her head as she wrung her hands self consciously. “He said that it will make me stronger for awhile, more aware with better senses, and he said it … uh … it would … increase my libido.”

'I thought as much. Bill didn't want her aware that having a vampire's blood increased not only the human's attraction to the vampire, but their emotions towards them. He is clever in trying to bind Sookie to him in such a way, but now his deceit will aid me in my own pursuit of her. Though it is not a good idea to tell her that she will become emotionally attached to me.' Smirking at her, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Odd. Bill did not mention that while your libido would be increased, that having a vampire's blood would make you attracted to them. You must realize this? Did you not start having erotic dreams of him after consuming his blood? Did you not start having them of me after taking mine?”

Gasping, Sookie took a step back. “He never said—he told me—” She felt her mind reel with this new knowledge. 'He's right. I started dreaming about Bill after having his blood, and lord knows I've been plagued with dreams about Eric since taking his. Bill said it would increase my libido … he didn't say it would make me attracted to him. Why didn't he tell me that when I asked what it would do? Why hasn't he said anything since? Damn! No, no! I'm not going to think about this now, and especially not in front of Eric. I'll worry about this after I find Bill.

Shaking her head, she managed, “No, he didn't tell me that, and after he's back I'll have words with him about it. For now, answer the question. Why do you want me to have your blood so much?”

Openly leering at her, Eric said, “I am not so low as to force you into my bed through debt; however, I am not beneath increasing your attraction to me to the point that you succumb to me of your own free will. Having my blood in you will, as I've said, increase your attraction to me beyond what it is. Soon enough, you will cave to your own desires and come to me willingly.”

“I am not attracted to you!”

Eric laughed, “Tell yourself what you will, little Sookie, but we both know that's a lie. You have been intrigued by me every bit as I have been by you since that first night at Fangtasia. You just don't want to admit it. I do not fault you for that, nor am I deterred. You will be my lover.”

She shook her head furiously and reiterated, “Just because I think you're handsome, which is fact, not opinion, doesn't mean I'm attracted to you. A pretty face and nice body isn't what interests me, Eric. It's everything else that gets my attention.”


His rapid response caused her to jerk in surprise even as he watched her with some amusement refuse to think about its deeper meaning. “So you want me to take your blood so that I'll get the hots for you? But you won't force me?”

“Yes and no.”


Eric's voice was matter-of-fact. “You asked two questions and I answered them. Yes, I want your blood so that you are more attracted to me, and no, I will not force you. When you come to my bed, it will be willingly, and, believe me, you will thoroughly enjoy the experience. Over and over.”

She thought she'd incinerate her blush was so hot. She was suddenly awash in moisture and terribly uncomfortable. She returned to wringing her hands as she thought the deal over. Deciding she had no other option, she nodded glumly, “Okay. I'll sign your contract, and let you feed from me, and take your blood until Bill is back, but you have to promise me not to drag your feet about finding him. You'll put all your effort into it, and, as soon as he's back, the arrangement ends.”

“I promise not to drag my feet in finding your precious Bill. However, you must understand that while finding where Lorena has taken him will be no easy task, bargaining with her for his release will be the true obstacle. I will not promise you a speedy recovery, as it is doubtful I will be able to get her to see reason quickly.”

“I guess I have no other choice but to accept that. And the rest of it?”

“I will release you from your promise to allow me to feed from you, and your promise to take my blood once he is returned, but with regard to working for me, that is permanent. You will continue to work for me under contract until I no longer have need of your services.”

Gritting her teeth, Sookie retorted, “That's not fair!”

“I have already told you that I will pay you, and you will be paid well. This is my offer, Sookie. Take it or leave it.”

Stomping her foot, Sookie threw her hands up in the air, and cried, “You are such a jerk!”

Eric laughed with an carefree shrug, “When the need arises, I am a great many things. Now, what is your answer?”

Sookie nodded, shoulders slumped in defeat. “You have a deal.”

Eric took a step forward, a broad smile racing across his face. “Then I shall have my first meal now.”

Gasping, Sookie stepped back and held her hands out to ward him off as she argued, “Wait! I—I can't—not yet!”

He shook his head, savoring his victory. “We have made the deal, and I have waited long enough to taste you. You have accepted our arrangement. What purpose is there in waiting?”

“I—it's just-it's been a long night. I … not tonight, please?”

Observing her for a moment, he smirked. “ A compromise then. I shall let you wait until tomorrow night, when, by the way, you will come to Fangtasia to sign the contract and begin your work for me, and instead you …”

“Wait. I have to work for Sam tomorrow night.”

“Change your plans. Your duties to me come first and foremost. When you arrive tomorrow night, along with the contract, I will have your work schedule ready as well. You will be able to reschedule your hours with the shifter then.”

“I can't just ….”

“You can and you will. Our arrangement has been made, Sookie, and I will not allow you to go back on it. Do you understand?”

The fierceness in his eyes caused her to swallow her protests. “O … okay. I'll talk to Sam in the morning.”

He took another step towards her and gave her an indulging smile. “Good. Now, as I was saying, I will allow you to wait until tomorrow evening to take up your feeding duties in exchange for a kiss.”


Another step closer. “I want you to kiss me. Kiss me as you would a lover and I will not take your blood tonight.”

Glaring up at him, Sookie shook her head and replied vehemently, “No way in hell!”

“Then bare your neck to me … unless, of course, you'd prefer the femoral artery. I know I would.”

Damn near snarling at him, Sookie threw her golden curls over her shoulder to expose her neck and hissed, “Take your damn blood and then get the hell out!”

Laughing, Eric took the final step towards her to take her arm and pull her against his chest. He lowered his head towards her delicate neck and whispered, “Soon you will beg to have me between your thighs, and you will beg for far more than my fangs in your flesh.”

She closed her eyes and prepared herself for the sting, jeering, “In your dreams.”

“We shall see, little one,” he murmured before wrapping his arms around her luscious figure and holding her close. Inhaling her delectable scent, his fangs drew down. He knew she expected him to simply bury his fangs into her soft skin, but he would not. She was not some fangbanger to be used and tossed aside. She would be his pet. The first and only he'd ever taken in 1,000 years. He would train her to please him, and, as his favored human, she deserved more than what he gave to all the other humans he'd fed from. Placing a soft kiss on the area he had decided to feast from, he let his tongue swirl in a slow circle. When her heartbeat increased and she gasped in surprise, he slowly slid his fangs in.

Fire exploded across his tongue and his knees nearly buckled, but he managed to remain upright. 'Exquisite … no wonder Compton guards her so jealously,' Eric thought as he drank deeply. Tasting the raw power in her blood, the spicy sweetness that was unique to the small human in his arms, he finally understood what it was that was so different about Sookie Stackhouse. 


'She has fairy in her blood. Not much, but enough to make her simply delicious. Human-fey hybrids are rare. She is truly a treasure Oh yes—she will be mine. I will train her to be the perfect pet, and when the time comes, I will turn her. The blood bond I will forge between us will ensure that she remains at my side for eternity. Pam will one day leave my side, but never this delicious little morsel. Compton, you were truly a fool to ever bring her to my attention.'

It felt like tiny sparks of electricity were shooting through her veins. She'd never experienced a sensation like this when Bill fed from her, and those had been extremely erotic experiences. She could feel her lust rising and forced her mind to go blank. She would not take enjoyment from this!

When he knew it would be dangerous for him to take any more blood, Eric pulled back and licked the wound on her neck until his tiny bite marks had healed. She was not a fangbanger and he would not mark her as one. When only slight pink marks remained, he strode to the couch and set her down. Seeing she was unsteady, he left her sitting propped against the throw pillows, and used his vampire speed to go to the kitchen and get her a glass of milk and a half eaten sandwich he found in the fridge. Returning to her side, he set the drink and food on the coffee table and sat beside her. She looked at him with dazed eyes and he brushed her hair back softly. He looked apologetic as he confided, “I took more than I had intended to. It will not happen again. I assume you have the vitamin B12?”

Sookie could only nod dumbly as she murmured, “Uh … yeah … in my bathroom.”

Eric stood, following her scent through the house until he found her bathroom. Opening the medicine cabinet, he found the bottle and shook out one pill before returning to her side. Taking her hand, he placed the pill in her palm before retrieving the glass. When she popped the pill into her mouth he pressed the cool glass of milk into her hand, and ordered, “Drink, little one.”

Sookie dutifully took a deep drink and swallowed the pill. She finished off half of the milk before reaching forward to set the glass on the coffee table. Her body was heavy and she didn't think she could stay awake much longer. Tonight's events and the blood loss were making her mind hazy. She needed to see him out and go to bed. Sitting back on the couch she felt her eyes flutter before she succumbed to unconsciousness.

Cursing himself, Eric swept her up in his arms and carried her towards the room he had passed earlier and knew to be hers from the heavy scent. Toeing open the door, he strode to the bed and laid her down upon it. He was pissed at himself for taking so much of her blood, and swore to take greater precaution in the future. While he intended to turn Sookie eventually, he wanted to enjoy her warmth and light for awhile yet. It would not do to slip up again and take so much that he would be forced to turn her prematurely. He was tempted to strip her of her clothes and dress her in some type of sleepwear he was sure to find in one of the drawers of her dresser, but refrained. She would already be set against him, and as he had limited time to work with, he didn't want her even more querulous with him. He was determined to have Sookie in his bed by the time he located Bill. With that in mind, he simply removed her shoes and jewelry before placing her under the covers. Leaning down to kiss her forehead softly, he whispered, “Sweet dreams, lover.”


  1. Wow he is really taking advantage aint he. Naughty boy.

    Hopefully people will read this and understand that I really do enjoy this story. I read up through chapter 64 on LJ. I'm transferring and updating my comments here. I talk to and about the characters.....loudly at times (not allowed to read this at work anymore; lol). At no time did I ever personally attack NYC or TL, nor will I.

    Eric is not a nice guy throughout most of the existing chapters. I will talk to and about him in my reviews. Someone on LJ told me to basically shut up and quit bitching. Sorry not going to happen. So long as TL and NYC are not offended by my comments, and I'm sure they are not, I will continue to review how I choose to.

    I tend to review as I read so if its somewhat disjointed, I apologize.

  2. okay i forgot how it started its been so long but i will enjoy it all over again. I am not proud of this Eric in TA(The Arrangement) but i can understand where he is coming from since he is a 1000 yr old Vampire..... looking forward to his mischief and her denial of lust for Eric... until i can turn to the next chapter(lol) just like a book my best Kristie

  3. I really miss this story. I'm finishing my third re-read and I can't wait for updates! Plz pretty plz feed us! We love your stories! All of them! (But this one in special)