Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Chapter 5

Disclaimer: The characters in the following story belong to Charlaine Harris. I’m just having fun!

Authors Note: Mature Content in this chapter. Sorry about the delay getting this chapter out…I’ve been so busy!! Enjoy!!

Chapter 5

The next morning I woke up to the sound of gravel crunching outside. My head was pounding and the last thing I wanted to do was deal with any visitors. I glanced over at the clock on my nightstand. Ugh. It was already past ten. I jumped up and ran into the bathroom to take care of business and freshen up just a bit. I was still wearing the clothes I had on last night. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and immediately regretted doing so. I heard the doorbell chime, ran a comb through my hair and after one last glance in the mirror (this was the best it was going to get) I walked toward the door.
I stood on my tip toes to look thru the peephole. Hey, after what I’ve been thru, it’s a good idea to check who’s on the other side.

“Morning Ma’am, I’ve got a delivery for a Miss Sookie Stackhouse.” The voice on the other side of the door called out.

It was the FED EX guy. I opened the door and signed for the package. I took the box to the kitchen and un tied the yellow ribbon on the box. Inside was the brightest flower arrangement I had ever seen. I read the note attached and for a moment (a very tiny moment) I forgot about my headache.

My lover,
After the night you had, I thought you may want to know that I am thinking of you. I am looking forward to this evening. I will see you at 7.


I couldn’t help but smile just a little. Then the reality of the coming evening hit me. Oh shit. I thought. Tonight was the night I had finally agreed to talk to Eric. I’d been putting it off so long. What was I going to say? He remembered everything we did together. EVERYTHING.


If you ask me, seven o clock came way to fast. I put off getting ready as long as I could. I wasn’t exactly sure how to dress for a talk about “feelings” with a one thousand year old vampire. I finally decided on a soft blue dress. Not too short, not too long. It didn’t show too much boob, which is quite an accomplishment for me. I am well blessed in the cleavage department. Very simple. I added some cute shoes, and some tiny pearl earrings and my outfit was complete. I did a once over in the mirror just before I heard the door bell. My light makeup was still in place, and my hair was falling in loose curls over my shoulders, just the way I liked it. I could feel the knot in my stomach fade away and I knew Eric was here. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Hello, my lover.”

“Hey Eric. Come on in. Can I get you a True Blood?” I had to offer even though I knew Eric hated the synthetic blood that kept most vampires alive (well, you know) these days. I couldn’t be a bad hostess if you gave me a million dollars to do it.

“No Thank you. There are more important things we need to get to. May I sit?” He asked gesturing toward the couch. I could have kicked myself for not asking him first.

“Sure.” I said as I lowered myself to sit on the other side of the couch. The way he made me feel sometime, I figured it was best to keep my distance. He was looking at me so intently I thought he may be trying to burn a hole in my dress. I knew he was getting ready to lay it all out on the table and I took a deep breath.

“My lover, I have remembered everything about our time together. Everything I said to you, everything we did together. I must say, in all of my long life, I’ve never felt this strongly about any one.” He said to me, his gaze never leaving my face.

“Eric, it’s just this whole blood bond thing. You don’t have real feelings for me.” It was almost like I was trying to talk him out of feeling anything for me.

He moved over to sit next to me, so swiftly; I didn’t realize it until he was next to me. He placed his hand under my chin and tilted my head upward so I was looking into his eyes. His cool touch made me shiver. For some reason I couldn’t meet his eyes.

“Sookie, look at me.” He pleaded. How can you ignore that? My eyes met his.

“I do not feel this way only because we are bonded. There is something
about you, something that I just can’t ignore. It draws me to you. I ache for you lover.”

His lips were on mine before I even had a chance to say anything. Any thought that I had in my head was immediately gone and I could only think of his cool lips, his hands at the small of my back. I was arching my body toward him without even realizing it. I want to be closer to him. The kiss stopped abruptly and I wanted more.

“Tell me that you haven’t missed me. Tell me that you don’t ache for my touch. Tell me that you don’t want to be my lover and I will stop.” Eric said into my ear so softly I could barely hear him.

I couldn’t say anything. I just wanted him to kiss me again. My arms were around his neck, pulling him back to me and our lips met again. We leaned back onto the couch, his body pressed against mine. His lips and hands were everywhere. I felt his fangs graze my neck, I offered my neck to him, but he did not bite. His hands touched my breasts so lightly. I moaned softly into his ear as I nipped at his earlobe. He grunted as I reached my hand between us to unzip his pants. And then he was inside me, thrusting so slowly, bringing me so close to the edge and then back down. I dug my nails into his back and he was thrusting faster and faster. It was like we were both starving for each other, and we couldn’t get enough. I was so close to my release and I offered my neck to him again. This time, he bit, and as he did, we reached the end together.

We lay there on the couch, wrapped up in each other for what seemed like forever. I don’t know what came over me. In the moments before, I needed him so badly, wanted him so badly, there hadn’t been time to even remove our clothes. I hadn’t realized just how much I had missed being his lover until now. We lay facing each other now and he was lightly running his fingers through my hair.

“I have missed you my lover.” He said as he kissed my eyelids. And for a few perfect moments all was right with the world.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Chapter 4

: The characters in the Southern Vampire series belong to Charlaine Harris.

AUTHORS NOTE: I know my chapters are a little short; I’ll try to make them longer. Thanks to all those who are reading, and please leave reviews!!

Chapter Four

It took a moment for my mind to actually process what had just happened. Before I could blink Bill was on his back, Eric towering over him. My eyes went from Eric to Bill. Eric was still trembling with rage, and Bill was lying lifeless on the floor. Before I knew what I was doing, I was on my feet and flinging myself on top of Bill. Shielding him from Eric. As if I could stop a 1000 year old vampire. Hah.

“Sookie, get out of my way.” Eric growled at me. “I should kill him for hurting you.”

“You will do no such thing Eric Northman.” I scolded him, surprising myself at the tone of my own voice. I could feel the rage building inside. Not sure if it was even my own anymore.

“Sookie, you need to move right now.” Eric said through clenched teeth.

“Only if you swear to me that you will not hurt him.”

“No harm will come to him, I give you my word.”

I hesitated, looking down at Bill. He couldn’t defend himself right now, but really what could I do if Eric really wanted to kill him, he would do it. I slowly stood up, still standing close to Bill. Why was I protecting him anyway?

“Sookie, tell me what is going on here.” Eric demanded.

Wait a minute, why was Eric even here? How did he know where I was? I know I told him I was going to talk to Bill, but Eric should have been on his way back to Shreveport by now. I needed some answers.

“No Eric, first you need to explain to me what the hell you are doing here? Barging in here, knocking Bill out like that, like you own me?” I was seething.

“Sookie, he was hurting you, was he not?”

“That’s none of your concern.” I shot back at him, anger still in my voice.

“My lover, that is where you are wrong, it does concern me, more than you could possibly know.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I yelled at him, I couldn’t contain myself any more.

“Dear one, do you really want to have this conversation here?” He asked, his voice husky, his blue eyes blazing. He stepped closer to me and placed his hand on my cheek.

“Lover, if you wish to do this here, I will oblige you, but Bill will be regaining consciousness soon, and I don’t think this is a conversation to have while others are present.”

My eyes shifted from Eric to Bill, who was beginning to stir. I knew Eric was right, as much as I wanted answers here and now, it would have to wait. Eric had pulled me closer to him, and I couldn’t help but sink into his embrace and sigh with contentment.

“My lover, I will see you tomorrow evening, and we will discuss these matters further.” He breathed into my ear. His cool breath sending chills down my spine.

I nodded, unable to speak, words caught in my throat. How could such simple words, make me feel this way, I wasn’t his lover anymore. Did I even want to be?

“Do not fret over this, dear one. We will sort things out soon enough.” Eric kissed me lightly on top of my head, and before I even had time to process his words, he was gone. It was almost as if he had known what I was feeling. That wasn’t possible was it? I heard Bill grunt and snapped out of it.

Running over to him, I knelt down beside him and put my hand on his arm.
“Bill, are you ok?” I asked. He was up on his feet before I knew it, giving me my answer.

“Where is he? When I find him, I will kill him.” The words came through clenched teeth.

I stepped in front of him, placing my hands on his shoulder and looking him in the eyes. Bill instinctively wrapped his arms around my waist and brought me to him. I wasn’t looking into angry eyes, but wide apologetic eyes, begging me for forgiveness.

“Sookie, I am so sorry, I have no control over my temper when it comes to you. I want you for my own and knowing that there is even a possibility that you could be...”

“Shhh…Bill, I don’t need to hear another apology from you.”

I had to cut him off for fear that I may finally give in to him. That I might finally forgive him for all that he had done to me. I knew he didn’t want to hurt me, but I also knew that things would never be the same between us, that I would never be “his” again, as he liked to put it, but he would always love me. In that moment I knew that he truly was sorry for the things he had done. I could see in his eyes that he knew this too. My arms laced up around his neck and we held each other, not wanting to let go, both knowing this was the last time we would hold one another this way, neither of us wanting to say a word for fear of ruining this perfect moment.

I was the first to break the embrace. I leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Letting my lips linger just a moment longer that that should have. I could swear I heard him draw in his breath, but that was silly, vampires don’t breathe.

I knew I could not hold my tears much longer, I was letting go of a part of my life that had been so important to me, so significant on the path my life was heading. I squeezed my eyes tightly trying to hold back my tears, not wanting him to see me cry, though he had so many times before. Before he had a chance to say anything, the chance to convince me to stay, I turned and ran out the damaged front door, and across the cemetery, back to my house, running faster that I thought possible.

I reached the clearing and flung open my back door, slamming it with such force; I thought it would shatter into a million pieces. I just stared at the door for a moment, now knowing what I expected. Did I expect Bill to coming running after me, throwing the door of the hinges and claiming his undying love for me? He didn’t. I turned around to head to my room, to hide under my covers, and cry myself to sleep. But I couldn’t move, I sank to the floor my back against the door. Still nothing, I was alone again. Crazy Sookie Stackhouse, all alone. I let the tears run down my face and drip onto the floor, not even bothering to wipe them away. I had finally found the closure I had been looking for so long.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I immediately wished I had grabbed a sweater on my way out the door. It doesn’t get to cold here in Bon Temps Louisiana, but tonight was one of those nippy nights. As I was making my way towards Bill’s I stopped at a certain tombstone. It caught my eye, just as it had that day after Gran’s funeral. I looked down at the cracked stone, William Thomas Compton. That was my Bill. I could feel a tug at my heart, Bill had been torn away from his family, his wife and beautiful children, before he could make it back home after fighting in the Civil War. Once again I cursed Lorena, for what she had done to him. Snap out of it Sookie. He was not my Bill any more.
I looked around me, just out of habit as I was walking toward his house. You would think after all I had been through walking through a dark cemetery at night wouldn’t bother me one little bit, but it did. My pace quickened, and as I stepped into the clearing, I could see Bill standing on his porch. I should have know he would hear me coming. Bill wasn’t as striking as Eric, but he was defiantly handsome. With his dark hair and southern charm, he had been hard for me to resist. I had to pause for a moment and catch my breath. I was really going to do this. Face my demons, and talk to Bill. Well, here goes nothing.
Bill said my name with that southern drawl in his voice. Ouch. Another stitch ripped out of that open wound.

“Hey, Bill. You busy?”

“Not at all Sookie, come on in.” Bill turned and headed back into his house and I followed.

“I miss you being here Sookie. I miss talking to you. I miss just being with you.”

“ I didn’t come here to talk about how much you miss me Bill.” I spat back at him.

“Sookie…you know I’m sorry for everything I’ve done to hurt you. You can’t even begin to understand the pain it causes me to know that I’ve hurt you. I loved you, Sookie. I still love you. I would give everything to be with you again, to feel you in my arms, to smell the sunlight on your skin, in your hair.” He closed his eyes and looked down at his feet.

“I loved you too Bill. I gave you everything! I gave you myself Bill! I had never been with another man before you! And you took that from me, knowing full well what you were doing. That you didn’t love me. That the queen sent you for me! You may have loved me afterwards, but I loved you from the beginning!” My blood was boiling and my fists were balled at my sides.
“Sookie, I can make this right, I need you to be mine again.”

“Well, thats just not going to happen.” I said sharply, suprising myself with the tone in my voice.

“It’s because of Eric isn’t it?” Oh crap. This was a sore subject for both Bill and I.

“No, Bill, it’s not because of Eric. Well, maybe a little because I am bonded to him now. I don’t know. I haven’t been able to sort things out yet. But, regardless of what happened or will happen between Eric and I, it doesn’t concern you and it doesn’t change what you did to me.”
“God Dammit Sookie! I knew it! He will hurt you, he doesn’t care about you!” The rage was building in his voice, and the tears were welling up in my eyes. Bill was getting closer and closer to me. Normally, he wouldn’t scare me at all, but this was a side of Bill I had not seen before. His eyes were wild with rage, and I couldn’t hold in my fear any longer. I started shaking and sobbing. This wasn’t the Bill I knew at all. His cool hands gripped my arms with such force, I thought for sure he was going to break them. I wanted to run, but I couldn’t get away. I yelped in pain, but it seemed as thought he had no idea he was hurting me. Before I knew what was happening, the front door was practically ripped off the hinges and Bill was on his back on the floor, knocked out. Towering over him, fangs down, trembling with rage was Eric.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Chapter 2

Authours Note: It's short, I know. But I gotta cook dinner!!

Chapter 2

I took a deep breath. Stupid blood bond. I should have known. Of course, he would show up to ruin my peaceful night. The simple fact that I was even a little excited to see Eric made me want to run and hide. But of course, he would be able to find me. I cursed the blood bond again, took another deep breath and opened the door.
“Well, Hello lover.” Eric leered down and me. I suddenly became aware that I was standing there in my bath robe. I’m sure he was enjoying this.
“Eric, I’m not your lover.”
“Dear one, you have been my lover, and you will be my lover again.” What do you say to that? I could do nothing but let out a big sigh and roll my eyes.
“Why are you here, your disturbing my peaceful evening?” I tried to hide the excitement in my voice. I wouldn’t want Eric’s ego to get any bigger than it already is.
“You know why I am here we need to talk.” He was right; as much as I hated to admit it…we needed to have that talk. Eric could not have picked a worse time to talk. Here he was standing on my porch, looking amazing in a fitted black t shirt and jeans, and here I was hair stringy and wet in my bath robe of all things. Going against my better judgment, I invited him in.
“Come in, Eric. Can I get you something to drink?” I was a Stackhouse and that meant I was a good hostess.
“No thank you lover.” God, that sent chills down my spine when he called me that, and he knew it.
“Look, I don’t think tonight is the best time to talk. I haven’t seen you in weeks and you just pop in here, expecting me to drop everything just to talk to you.”
“Do you have something more important to see to, lover?” Here he goes again, calling me lover.
“Eric, I’m just not ready.” I needed to talk to Bill. I didn’t want to tell him that, but I’m sure he knew. Another stitch had been ripped out of that open wound, and I knew Eric could feel it through the bond.
He looked down at me, those icy blue eyes blazing. “ Sookie, I will wait until you are ready. Call me when you want to talk my lover.”
He bent down and his cool lips lightly brushed my cheek. He turned and was out the door, before I could regain my composure. Who knew that a little kiss could have such an effect on someone? I turned and headed back to my bedroom and pulled on an old sweater and blue jeans. I pulled my hair in a pony tail and set on the edge of my bed to gather my thoughts. I had to talk to Bill, and I had to do it now. I slipped on my shoes and headed out the front door and across the cemetery.

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: The characters in the following story belong to Charlaine Harris. I do now own or have any rights to the Southern Vampire mysteries and the characters.

Authors Note: This is my first attempt at fan fiction. In this story Sookie must come to terms with the fact that her relationship with Bill is over, and her relationship with Eric is just beginning. If you decided to review...please be gentle. I look forward to any input you have to offer!

Chapter One

I couldn’t help but watch the clock. Wasn’t my shift over yet? My mind was racing with not only my thoughts, but the thoughts of every other human being in this bar. Just another day for crazy Sookie Stackhouse.
“Sookie, you can go now.” Sam’s voice snapped me back to reality, just in time. I was about to attend the Sookie pity party.
“Thanks Sam, it’s been a long day.”
Sam was my boss at Merlottes, and one of my closest friends. Did I mention he’s a shape shifter? It’s actually kind of comforting, being around him, he doesn’t broadcast as clear as most people. I try to avoid reading his thoughts anyway. Sam took a step toward me a place his hand on my shoulder.
“Everything okay, cher?”
“Yeah Sam, I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
“Promise Sam, I’m totally fine.”
I reassured him, I really didn’t want to have this conversation with Sam. Although, it was nice to know that some one still cared about me. That was more that I could say for two other men in my life. As I walked out the employee entrance to my Malibu (thank you Tara) my mind began to wander again. Back to Bill. Ick Bill. That stupid bastard. He was the first man, well vampire, that I had loved. And what did he do to me? Left me for that stupid bitch Lorena…who I staked, thank you very much. I could feel my blood boiling under my skin; did I really want to go down that road? No, not now not tonight. I felt like I still needed some kind of closure, something that finally said it’s over. It didn’t help that he was my neighbor. Yeah that’s right, former lover boy, lives right across the cemetery! What can I say; I’m the luckiest woman alive. Hah! My heart still has this open wound that needs healing and every time I think about him, it’s like ripping out the stitches.
I could feel the tears well up in my eyes as I turned my Malibu onto Hummingbird Road. Bill was pretty much my first everything when it came to men and relationships and all that good stuff. I needed some kind of closure, I just didn’t now how to get it. I needed to talk to him, but did I really want to put myself through that. Every time I thought of him and what he did to me, I didn’t know whether to cry or beat him! As if little old me could do any harm to a vampire!
I turned onto my gravel driveway, not bumpy at all thanks to Eric. Ouch. Eric, that was another sore spot. I still had to have a talk with him. I’ve been avoiding it. But you can’t really blame me. Eric was my second lover, and we share a blood bond. Eric didn’t remember our time together until recently. Having a talk about “feelings” with a one thousand year old vampire, wasn’t exactly high on my to do list!
I pulled up in from of my house, shut off my car, and bit my lip. I was trying so hard to hold the tears in, and I didn’t know if I could much longer. I could feel the burn in my throat as my eyes began to water, oh great here comes the water works. I opened the door to the car and stepped out into the cool night as the security light clicked on. For some reason that stupid light made me feel safe. Which in reality the only difference it would make would be that I could clearly see whatever it was that was coming to get me.
“Damn it, Damn it, Damn it!!” I cursed as I slammed the door, and kicked some of the gravel. Gran was rolling in her grave, southern ladies do not curse and throw temper tantrums like that! I felt like a child, angry because she didn’t get what she wanted.
As I walked toward the house, the tears began to flow. I was so exhausted. I dropped my purse on the table and walked into my bathroom. As I was taking off my work uniform, the tears were still coming. I stepped into the shower and as the hot water pounded into my skin, I began to sob. What had happened to my life? Where did I go wrong? Why was I so damn lonely? I cried until there were no more tears to cry. As I was reaching down to shut off the water, a feeling of calm washed over me. I stepped out and wrapped myself in a fluffy white towel. That feeling of calm and contentment continued to wash over me. Great now I’m having mood swings. I picked up my brush and was brushing my hair out when I heard the doorbell. Who could it be at this hour? Just great. I wrapped my robe around me and headed for the door. As I got closer and closer to the door, I could feel my excitement building. I stood on my tip toes to get a peek at who was on the other side of my door. Great. Absolutely fan freakin tastic! On the other side of my door was six feet four inches of blonde Viking. Eric.