Charlaine Harris owns almost everyting. I own the rest. Thank you, SeriousCrush! Erica, this one’s for you too. 🙂
It’s short, despite the fact that I just added a handful of paragraphs…just warning you now.
jules3677 had a brilliant idea, so I incorporated it. 🙂 I do love reader suggestions.
Chapter 5: Damage Control
“No.” Sookie’s voice sliced through the heavy wooden door separating them. It was as if a part of the door had come with it, stabbing into Eric’s heart.
Of all the people in the world, why did she have to come in with him? Eric’s blood boiled. Bill had claimed her. What right does he have? His jaw clenched as he imagined Sookie’s golden skin pressed against Bill. Her soft warm body, open to him. Her sweet mouth begging for more. He picked up a bottle of synthetic blood and threw it against the far wall. The glass shattered and the thick red sludge painted the wall.
He squeezed his eyes shut. She was more beautiful than he remembered. How was that possible? Her legs glowed against the white material of her dress, not to mention the way her breasts spilled out, especially when she took a deep breath right before she spoke. He wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and show her how much she meant to him.
But Bill was with her. Touching her. Claiming her. Kissing her. Probably fucking her.
Eric fell into his chair and groaned, and then his frown shifted as he imagined Bill standing on the edge of an abandoned well. One push and he’d be out of the picture, neck-deep in rotting shit. Eric was smiling now, thinking of Bill thrashing around and overturning the decomposing mass slowly engulfing his body. His pathetic cries for help being swallowed by the mossy walls of stone. Of course, Bill would have suffered a terrible head wound on the way down, and it would also be close to sunrise and since the well was uncovered, Bill would surely meet his end.
Just as Eric was imagining Bill’s screams of pain before he met his True Death, Pam stormed into Eric’s office.
“What just happened? Did that human really punch you?” Pam’s lip curled with disdain.
“Yes she did.” Eric touched his lip as he leaned back in his chair and propped his feet onto his desk. If he was perfectly honest, he had actually enjoyed being hit by her. Her passion was unmatched by anyone he’d met in years, and he had never been punched by a human woman before. It was exhilarating.
“She’s out there talking to Long Shadow. What the hell is going on?”
He shrugged. “I told her to talk to him, she has questions about a friend.”
“Why did she hit you?” Pam arched her delicate eyebrow.
“She’s angry with me.”
“I noticed. Everyone in the room is talking about it. You have some serious damage control to do.” Pam’s eyes widened.
“What would you like me to do? Hit her back?” He sighed before he went on, “She probably thinks I deserve it, even though I’m not the one who left, she was.” It had taken him weeks to recover from that blow. He was always the one who left, not the other way around.
Pam tilted her head to the side and frowned. “You’re not telling me something.”
It was time to come clean. “Remember my meeting with the Queen before the Great Revelation?”
“I met Sookie during the Mardi Gras party. She practically fell into my arms.” He couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across his face. She fell into his arms and later, fell into bed with him. Again and again and again. “She is different.”
“Sookie?” Pam scoffed. “What kind of name is that?”
Eric shrugged. It was unique, just like her.
“So? What happened between you and Sookie?” Pam rolled her eyes.
“I spent the night with her, and when I went back the next night, she was gone. I didn’t know where she lived or her last name … until tonight.” Eric grinned. Nothing could stop him from seeing her again.
“You went back?” Pam put a hand on her hip, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
He narrowed his eyes. “Yes,” he answered cautiously. “What of it?”
A laugh escaped her lips. “Nothing.”
“That’s why I didn’t tell you two years ago. I knew you would behave like this. Pam, there’s something special about her. I haven’t spent a night without thinking of her. And then, there she was, standing right there.” He pointed to the spot in front of his desk, which Pam was occupying.
Pam’s eyes widened. “So that’s why you were such a moody bitch when you got back from New Orleans.”
“Careful.” Eric’s voice took on a serious edge. Despite their casual relationship, he was still her Maker and she would show him respect.
“You were insufferable for weeks.” Pam’s voice had taken on a slight whine. “All that for some blonde piece of ass?”
“She’s not a piece of ass.” Eric growled. “She’s … more.” Sookie had been sweet, vulnerable, and wild. He was smart enough to know how rare that combination was, but apparently too stupid to make any attempt to see her again. I was a fool, but it won’t happen again.
“What about Bill?”
Eric slid his feet onto the floor and he leaned forward, attempting to remain calm. “What about him?”
“He has a claim on her. He said she was his human.”
“Do you think I give a fuck what Bill says? I am older, stronger, and more powerful than he’ll ever be.” A low growl was building in his chest. He made a note to find an abandoned well.
Pam smiled and put her hands up. “I was just asking. Did you feed from her?” She raised both eyebrows.
“A taste. She is absolutely delicious.” His fangs snicked into place just thinking about it. “I wanted more, but I didn’t want to scare her.”
Pam narrowed her eyes. “So now what? Are you going to take her away from Bill?”
Eric took a deep, unnecessary breath, and smiled. “I won’t have to. She’ll come back to me.”
Eric is so confident it hurts…