The next week I was miserable. Bill stopped coming by Merlotte’s but had now doubled his attempts for me to take him back while I was at home. I was on edge, and I didn’t think I was going to be able to take it any longer. I was afraid of what Bill might do. It seemed as if he was getting angrier every day. I had reached the point where I was only working day shifts because I didn’t want to have to be outside once it was dark.

It was 8:00 and I had just finished my dinner. I had decided that I would watch some TV and settled on an old CSI episode. It looked as though there was going to be a marathon of them and I thought that should keep me occupied for the night.

Around 9:00, Bill was at my door knocking. “Hello, Bill. What do you want tonight?” I asked him.

“Sookie, this is getting old. It’s time you stop acting like a child and take me back. I’ve told you I won’t cheat on you again. What more do you want from me?”

“I don’t want anything from you anymore; that’s what I want. Why can’t you understand that it’s over? O-V-E-R, OVER!”

“It’s not over. Not by a long shot!”He glared at me. “You’re going to regret this if you do not come back to me!” Bill had said before he vamped off.

What was he talking about, ‘I was going to regret this?’ I couldn’t take this anymore. I needed to get out of this house. I couldn’t go to Merlotte’s; Bill would probably come and find me there. I decided I’d go to Fangtasia. I doubted he would come looking for me there and, if he did, Eric or Pam would be there so I should be safe.

I ran upstairs and got dressed in a red halter dress that stopped just above my knees with black heels. I put on some light makeup and straightened my hair. I was on the road in thirty minutes. I cranked up the radio to sing and forget my troubles on my trip to Shreveport.

I pulled up to Fangtasia, and there was a long line outside. I put up my shields because I didn’t want to hear what anyone was thinking tonight. I only wanted to have a few drinks and relax. I was about to go to the back of the line when Pam saw me.

“Hello, my favorite breather. You do not have to wait in line,” she said, motioning me toward the front of the line. “Is Eric expecting you?”

“No, I came for a couple of drinks and to get away from Bon Temps,” I replied.

I walked in, went straight to the bar, and ordered my usual gin and tonic. When the bartender brought me my drink, I tried to pay for it, but he told me that I wasn’t to be paying for my drinks. He didn’t seem to like me much, but I didn’t really care. It was not as if I planned to talk to him or anything. I wondered who told him I shouldn’t be paying for my drinks when I spied Pam, and she gave me a wink.

I turned around on my bar stool to drink my drink and watch all the pathetic fangbangers that were here. After my second drink, I was feeling good and decided to dance. I loved dancing, and it would help with the stress I had been feeling these last few weeks. It felt great just to move my body and let the music take over for a while.

After dancing to a few songs I was hot and thirsty, so I headed back to the bar to get another drink. I didn’t normally drink so I was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol by the time I was halfway done with my third drink.

A dark-haired man who looked to be about the same age as me came and sat down next me. “Hi! I’m Brad,” he said, introducing himself.

Brad Fangtasia Rooftop

“I’m Sookie,” We talked for a few minutes and, for a pleasant change, he was only thinking what he was actually saying, so the conversation was enjoyable. When the bartender came back around, he asked if he could buy me a drink.

“No, thank you,” I told him. Then the bartender handed me a red drink in a martini glass. I told him that I didn’t order it. Then, from right behind me, I heard a smooth, silky voice, “It’s from me. It’s called a Vampire’s Kiss.”

Brad’s eyes just about bulged out of his head when he turned around to see who it was.

Oh shit, it’s the head vampire here. What does he want with her?

I turned around on my bar stool and took a sip of the drink. “That’s one good vampire kiss you got here,” I said with a big smile on my face.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said with a wink. “You look beautiful tonight, Miss Stackhouse. I didn’t know you were coming tonight, or I would have tried to get my business done sooner. Is everything okay?”

“It’s great! I came to relax and not have any creepy vampires bother me.”

“I’m not quite sure you came to the right place if you want vampires to leave you alone, but I’m glad you are having a good time. Would you care to join me?” He leered at me.

“I would love to,” I giggled at him. When I stood up and started to walk, I felt how much I’d had to drink. Eric led me back to his office with his hand on the small of my back, and once we got inside, he closed the door and went to sit behind his desk.

“So is there any particular vampire you are trying to avoid?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Just Bill. I’m starting to get worried. When he came by tonight, he told me ‘It’s not over. Not by a long shot. You’re going to regret this if you do not come back to me.’ I’m only working day shifts now because I don’t want to go out once it’s dark. He has stopped coming by Merlotte’s, but now he comes to my house twice a night.”

I looked up at him, and I could see his jaw was tense. He looked angry.

“Why didn’t you call me? I told you that if you had any problems to call.”

“I know you did, but I didn’t want to bother you. You’re busy and have better things to do.”

“I wouldn’t have given you my phone numbers if I didn’t want you to call me. I should have called to see how the situation was going. I called the Queen and left her a message, but I haven’t heard back from her.”

“Is that normal for her to take so long to get back to you?”

“No, not this long. Why don’t you finish your drink and I’ll try to call her again? Just try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”

I nodded my head. Sounded good to me. This drink was very tasty. I was thinking that I’d found myself a new drink for me to have while I was here. I sat quietly and drank my drink while I listened to Eric call the Queen.

“This is Sheriff Northman for the Queen,” He paused for a minute listening to whoever was on the other side. “Have her call me. I need to discuss someone living in my Area,” he hung up the phone and looked over at me. “She was unable to come to the phone so it looks as if we’ll have to wait a little longer.”

“I understand. Do you think I could get another one of these drinks?”

He chuckled and got on the phone to have someone bring me another one back to his office. After about five minutes, there was a knock on the door. “Enter,” He called out. Ginger came walking in with my drink and handed it to me.

“Thank you, Ginger,” I told her and started sipping it. “This is really good. I think it’s my new favorite drink.”

Chuckling at me, he said, “I’m glad you like it. Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“I would like to dance some more,” I said as I finished off my drink. I was feeling better than I had in a long time.

“You want to dance?”

“Yep,” I popped the p.  “Will you dance with me?” I asked him, but he looked at me with both his eyebrows raised so high that they were about to get lost in his hairline.

“You want me to dance with you?” he said suggestively. “Where would you like to do that, Ms. Stackhouse?”

“We can’t go back out there, can we?”

He shook his head, “Probably not a good idea.”

“How about in here?” I asked, slipping off my heels.

Rising to his full height, I took in the Vampire Viking Sex God known as Eric Northman while he walked toward me. He was gorgeous with his blonde hair, blue eyes, tight dark jeans, black T-shirt, and leather jacket with black boots. He walked around his desk to stand in front of me and held out a hand for me to take.

Eric 12-LA

I took his hand, and he pulled me up and into his chest. I stood there for a long minute resting my head against his chest breathing in his scent.

“You always smell so nice. I really like the way you smell,” I said while we started to sway, taking a deep breath of his magnificent scent.

“Sookie, you know that vampires don’t have a scent,” he said, I could feel the rumbling of his voice through his chest.

“You do, and I like it. It’s very comforting. I think I could pick you out of a line up.”

He chuckled, “What do I smell like, Miss. Stackhouse?”

Our bodies were now moving to the beat of the music that we could hear from out in the club. His large hands were on my hips and mine were on his shoulders.

“You smell like the ocean in the winter. I don’t know how I know this, but I do. I’ve only been to the Gulf once when I was little with Jason and my parents, but your smell kind of reminds me of that.”

He stopped moving, and his whole body stiffened. I pulled back a little and looked up at him.

“What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” He shook his head while he stood there motionless. I didn’t know what was happening. I was trying to figure it out when he leaned down and lightly pressed his lips to mine.

He pulled back, and we gazed into each other’s eyes. I was trying to figure out what I saw in his eyes. I thought it was wonder, lust, and something else. I continued to gaze into his eyes for a long moment almost getting lost.

“You have the most beautiful eyes,” I said, running my finger along his cheekbone. “I could get lost in them.”

He smiled a genuine smile at me, “Just how many drinks have you had tonight, Miss Stackhouse?”

I thought for a minute, “I think I’ve had five. Those vampire kisses are yummy.”

He chuckled. “Did you come with someone?” He asked, and I shook my head. “How were you planning to get home?”

“I wasn’t planning on drinking this much so I guess I’ll call a taxi.”

“No, I can’t have you taking a taxi all the way back to your house. I’ll take you home.”

“That would be lovely,” I said while I trailed my hands down his chest.

I rose up on my tiptoes and put my hands around his neck to pull him down to kiss me. At first, it was soft and gentle just as our other kisses had been. I felt his tongue caress my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth to let him in.

We stood there in his office kissing more passionately than I’d ever done in my entire life. This man knew how to kiss. One of his hands came to my breast and the other was kneading my butt. When I needed to breathe, his lips went to my neck, kissing down to my collarbone and trailed it to the other side of my neck, and then back up. He nibbled on my earlobe, and then I pulled him back to my lips. My hands were traveling over his shoulders and back.

I started to pull his shirt off, but he pulled back and looked at me. “Sookie, I very much like where this is going, but I don’t want our first time to be in my office or with you inebriated.” I nodded, feeling foolish and rejected. “You know I want you. I just don’t want you to regret it in the morning. I don’t want to take advantage of you, but believe me; I want you more than anything.”

His eyes were intense and I could see the lust in them. He leaned down, we kissed a long, slow kiss, and then he sucked on my bottom lip for a long moment. I groaned into his mouth. I could feel his smile against my mouth, and then he pulled away again.

“We really need to stop. I only have so much control.” I nodded. “Anytime you would like to continue when you are not drunk, please let me know,” He smirked at me. “Let me take you home now.”

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  1. damn Bill won’t let up and i figure the queen is ignoring Eric at the request of Billy boy… love how gentle Eric is with her even with her inebriated.. KY

  2. Brad looked yummy? Will we see him again? Of course I want her with Eric, but he could be a nice friend! Sookie needs more of them 🙂

    And awwwwww for Eric stopping!

    Stupid queen! Stupid Bill!

  3. I love how sweet Eric is being! I think this is my new favorite Eric! ( Not that I don’t love all of them

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      Well if you love this Eric you will love him in all my other stories. They all become sweet eventually. 🙂

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