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Dead Warmed Over	By : hallie66 Category: S through Z > Southern Vampire Views: 3195 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris, this is a not for profit fan publication.

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Eric headed back to Fangtasia feeling somewhat disoriented. The fey's blood was rushing through his veins and it brought with it a sudden barrage of feelings. It reminded him of being very young in a place so distant in time that it was like a dream to even him. When he arrived his progeny, Pam, was all but healed. Things were strangely in order. He found himself thinking of Sookie. Always Sookie. He was in love with her and it made him wary. Things loved are things lost.

Once he had cleaned up and seen to Pam's comfort he could only think of Sookie. She was sleeping. Hopefully she was sleeping off the terrible drug and the terrible fight. Trouble followed that one. Eric liked to play with trouble, it suited him. He did not trust himself to drive, he was too preoccupied.

Eric headed out of the bar at an easy pace... if you were a vampire. By human standards it was unthinkably fast. Faster than it would have taken in his car. He was thankful that the terrain here was semi wild. Northern Louisiana was no where near as developed as the rest of the state. Eric arrived back at the little farmhouse by the cemetery and paused to think. It had been only a few hours since he'd left here. Still he was compelled to come back, just to look at her.

The house reeked of fairy, he felt his blood respond to the scent. He was still warm from feeding on the sky fey that had tried to kill Sookie. It made that blood pulse in recognition. He worked his way through the kitchen towards Sookie's room. The scent of fairy here was getting stronger. Curiosity and a wave of possessive worry rolled over him. He slowly eased the door open a fraction. He froze. He could believe the amount of sparkling light surrounding the bed.

Eric was mildly aware that he should be angered but all he could see was the contentment on his wife's face. She was positively glowing, as were her two fey kin on either side of her. He had heard of this. The fairies nested like puppies, so warm and embracing and full of simple comfort for each other, for family. It was something they needed. Without the touch of their kind they would waste away. He muttered something about fairy blood and let his thoughts drift. Vampires were not like this even in their closest bonds.

The glowing mass of beautiful bodies on the bed beckoned to him. It took considerable restraint for Eric to remain still. At any other time he would have called this feeling hunger. Fairies were delicious, nothing could describe their sweetness, their smell, their delicate taste. There was no being, human or supernatural so tempting as a fairy. The glow that enveloped the three sleeping fey pulled at him. He was shaking now, he did not know how much longer he could stand to resist it. Every part of him wanted to climb into the bed and become a part of that golden humming light.

Eric slowly reached into his jacket and took his phone out. He flipped it around and tapped the camera button. The soft electronic click sounded like thunder in this quiet, and he could feel Sookie begin to awaken. She stirred and Claude and Dermot began to shift as well. This was bad. He would surely frighten them. He must look mad. The fairy blood was making him dizzy, he was too hot. His brain was playing tricks on him.

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Dermot gasped, Claude jumped and I screamed. Eric was in a heap in my doorway. Even more disconcerting was the fact that he was faintly glowing. He was also mumbling something in a tongue I usually only hear him use when he is exploding his release into me. But this word I had never heard. Yggdrasil. Yggdrasil. Yggdrasil.

“Claude, Dermot, what is going on what is wrong with him.” I asked, clearly afraid of the answer.

It was Dermot who answered slowly, “I don't know, he should not be glowing like one of us.”

“Is it the blood?” ventured Claude “I have never seen this happen to a vamp, he thinks Sookie is his tree deity.”

“What on earth are you talking about Claude” I demanded.

“Just that Sookie. Yggdrasil is a tree deity. The tree that nourishes all of the earth or something, I forget the whole story. He feels your light and has it confused with his old Norse legends.”

I bent over Eric. I had to brush his hair from his face to feel his skin. Something was wrong, very wrong. His skin was warm, hot even like a child's in fever. “Help me get him onto the bed, I sure can't lift him alone,” Claude grinned from ear to ear. “Come Dermot, help me lift.” Between the two of them they managed to get Eric to the bed. Claude should be afraid of being eaten, instead he was almost drooling. Right now all six beautiful feet of him were focused on the vibrant viking warrior laying sprawled on my bed.

“Claude, what do you mean you have never seen this happen to a vampire? What is happening to him. He is so, so WARM”

“He appears to be enchanted with you. I have only seen it happen to humans who have strayed too far into our lands.” Claude replied, looking slightly worried. He looked over to Dermot who was standing as far away from the bed as he could.

Dermot just shrugged, “I agree he does appear to be inhabited by the light. You will have to stay with him Sookie. He is quite incapacitated like this but he should be fine when the shine wears off.”

“Shine? Light? What are you two talking about?”

“It is complicated cousin,” soothed Claude, “The mix of our blood and his love for you has intoxicated him greatly. He will be ok, I think... Dermot and I are going upstairs. But, if you want me to deal with your love struck Norseman I will gladly offer myself.” Claude actually winked at me.

“No Claude no, he would wake and eat you.” I protested. Even at a time like this Claude was a textbook hedonist. Another word I learned from my word a day calendar.

Claude just smiled and made his way upstairs with Dermot.

I walked over to the bed and lay down next to Eric. He was so warm. I plumb could not keep my hands off of him. Part of it was worry and part of it was something else. Something low and deep in my body was reacting to this new heat. I let my fingers trail across his chest and wrapped my arms around his warm powerful frame. My body was alive and trembling. His eyes slowly opened and startled me. The usual ice blue was lit from behind with an amber hue I had never seen before.

“Sookie, what is happening I feel I am adrift.” He turned his body towards mine and clasped me closer to him, “I am warm, this should not be.”

“You will be ok,” I assured him and I hoped it was true, “The fairy blood is affecting you rather strongly, you are glowing with it. Claude says...” before I could finish, Eric's lips were on mine. His tongue was working its way past my lips, gently spilling into my mouth like warm honey. I was buzzing with excitement. My arousal was soaking my panties underneath my night clothes.

“Your clothing has no place here my lover,” he gently growled at me as he removed his. “I wish to feel your heat against mine. I have not been this warm in centuries.” He said and removed my nightgown. I was not arguing and wiggled out of it and back into the fire of his encircling arms. His hands stroked my back and gently came down to frame my waist and press my hips to his.

Lower they dropped until they were cupping my ass rocking me into his amazing hardness in a slow steady motion. I moaned out loud as his face dropped to my breasts. His teeth grazed my nipples ever so gently and I could feel him pull one into his mouth firmly. Oh god the heat, I was going to explode with it.

I felt my knees being parted and watched his beautiful blond hair spill out over my belly. He dipped his head lower, slowly licking my thighs and working his way up to my opening. My hips were moving on their own now. I cried out again with pleasure as his tongue found what he was looking for. He flicked at it gently then sucked gently. I was panting and my need was urgent, “Eric,” I managed to gulp out. He looked up at me. Suddenly his whole body was over mine. He moved himself into my tight wetness so swiftly that it took my breath.

“You are so beautiful my wife,” he said quietly, then pressed his hardness into me deeper. He moved slowly at first, I could feel all of him moving in and out of me steadily. I grasped his butt and pulled into his rhythm, urging him with my body to move faster. Eric's long white blond hair was flung out behind him and his head was thrown back. He yelled and shuddered. A pool of heat formed in both of us and exploded. It was like a lightning bolt hitting the wet earth.

We slumped back onto the bed in delirium, both of us drunk with sex and fairy magic. Eric was still warm and I could smell the rich Louisiana dirt in the graveyard on the breeze through my windows as he reached for me again.
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