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The Virtue Of Sin	By : camp30 Category: S through Z > Southern Vampire Views: 9864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not have any right to the Southern Vampire novels, nor doI do not have any right to the character created by Charliane Harris and I make absloutly no money from this fiction

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Eric glanced around with her pinned in his arms “It would behoove all of you to go about your regular duties,” he snapped as he saw they were all staring at them.
One of the men a big stout man with a long black beard stepped forward “Begging your pardon yer lordship but what is it you mean to do with the girl?” He had a daughter Sookie’s age and he seen pure evil before and it lived in this lord’s eyes.
Eric frowned “What I mean to do with my property is my concern, start rowing before I cut out your eyes,” with that he turned and dragged Sookie into captain Sterling’s spotless cabin. At the door he pivoted “And get rid of the bodies.”
The door closed and the Duke sniffed the air and ran a hand over the table “This is certainly clean for a cabin aboard a ship,” he murmured. He sat down where the dandyish captain had sat only a quarter of an hour before. He poured wine in Sterling’s glass after wiping the rim with a handkerchief. “Do sit down Countess,” he gestured to the chair across from him.
She sat and bowed her head and folded her small hands atop the table. He studied her at length before finally speaking “You don’t appear to have been ravished, how odd and fortunate.”
Sookie glanced up “I suppose you feel only you have the right to rape me?”
Eric smirked and took a sip of the wine “Something like that.” She had to admit that she didn’t want to look at him. His beauty was still so intoxicating to her it made her nauseous. “You murdered Captain Black’s parents,” she said softly in hopes of breaking the spell he had over her.
The Duke of Ravenheart went still across from her “It’s possible I suppose, I’ve murdered so many it’s hard to say,” he answered languidly.
Slowly the only remaining goblet was raised to his mouth; she watched the blood red substance pass between his lips with something like revolted fascination. “You make me sick.”
Eric sighed and ran a hand through his hair “I am trying very hard not lose control right now Countess. I don’t want an audience when I torture you. But do not push your luck; it’s as thin as a spider web.”
She lowered her gaze and he devoured her face and noted that she’d lost weight “Have they been starving you?”
She shook her head “No I was too scared of you to eat,” she whispered.
He felt strange hearing that; ashamed and excited. He did so enjoy her fear. He got up and moved toward her. She shrank back and the chair toppled. He loomed over her like a fearsome giant. Eric bent down picked her up and threw her to the bed.
Sookie curled into a ball and began to weep. She felt his weight sink the plush mattresses. “Cry until the stars burn out little one, you belong to me,” his voice was low and nearly hypnotic.
Ravenheart’s big hands went to her body and he forced it to uncurl. Then his fingers wrapped around her throat and he struck her. “That is just a taste of the pain you will endure for stealing from me, and betraying me.”
Her eyes were huge with fear and maybe longing, certainly despair lingered in her golden depths. “How did I betray you?”
Eric scowled and his fingertip went to the corner of her luscious mouth and wiped the blood away. He was silent for a long while “That is my concern whore,” he sighed out.
He smashed his body to her little form and pushed up her skirts. He thrust two spittle wetted fingers inside her. A soft groan escaped his beautiful mouth. Her eyes with their thick dark lashes like two butterfly wings were closed tightly. “Look at me damn you,” he snarled.
Sookie’s head thrashed “No.”
But then something in her longed to see his face and they opened. She was unprepared for the stark longing etched there. It made her breath hitch in her lungs. Slowly coldness descended over his features like snow falling on blossoms. He thrust into her and she screamed. His hand clamped down viciously across her mouth. He battered her again and again “I will make you pay,” he said softly into her ear.
Sookie felt herself growing wet and she despised herself for it and yet still she fought him. She was determined to kill her lust for him. Her fists the size of baby birds pummeled his broad chest. She heard his soft laughter.
“Why do you fight me? When you grow so wet with me inside you?” he asked quietly.
Tears formed and fell onto one cheek and she turned her face away. Sookie felt his tongue lap them up and she screamed behind his palm. She forced that fluttering sensation in her stomach to die. Hours later she felt his member enter her mouth “Swallow.”
She did and gagged. Eric rolled off her and wrapped his hand in her locks tightly “You are mine, say it,” he commanded.
Sookie shook her head “No I won’t. I belong to me and my future husband, not some horrible devious despicable cad like you,” she hissed back.
Rage grew in his eyes and captured his mouth making it go in a hard line “Your future husband?” he nearly snarled. “What makes you think you will have one?”
Her eyelashes fluttered and she glanced at him “That’s what you intend to do is it not? Marry me off?”
The Duke’s eyes narrowed his sooty lashes partially obscuring their blue fire “That was the old plan,” he paused and a primal darkness made his eyes turn gray. “Now I plan on--- he drifted off and fell quiet.
Sookie stared at him “And now your plan is what?”
Eric scowled and raised his hand and she flinched “For the remainder of this journey you are to remain silent.”
Eric got off the bed inquired about their coordinates. “Sir we are still two days from England.
The fearsome giant man scowled “Is there anything to drink but that wine?”
The first mate chuckled strangely “Captain Sterling was overly fond of it Your Grace, but I might be able to scare up some spirits somewhere.”
Eric nodded “Good bring it to the cabin.”
Ten brooding minutes later the liqueur arrived and he proceeded to get quite intoxicated. For the remainder of the journey he didn’t speak to her or touch her. It wasn’t until the ship docked and they were inside a borrowed carriage that he spoke. “You’ve been remarkably quiet,” he said tipping his flask to his lips.
Sookie yawned delicately and sighed “What is there to say?”
Eric said nothing as the sun rose into the milky white sky. A tic bloomed in his cheek and she shivered in anticipation and dread of the pain to come. The trip passed in silence until they came to the long drive that led to his manor. “I have something special planned for you Countess,” he said helping her down.
Sookie watched the borrowed carriage rattle down the drive with longing and desperation. “What I did was well within my rights considering your treatment of me,” she said lifting her skirts above a puddle.
Eric gripped her arm tightly and wrenched open the door and flung her inside the foyer “I’m home,” he called.
Swiftly the foyer filled with servants “Welcome home Your Grace,” they intoned. Barbra or Mrs. Maple as she was known throughout the house stepped forward and bowed stiffly. She was she felt too old to curtsy. Her eyes went to the faint bruise on Sookie’s cheek and her smile of greeting faded. Eric ignored her.
The Duke actually smiled at them “Thank you, prepare a breakfast for me and my betrothed. Something normal for her and I want ham and prune jelly.”
They bowed and curtsied before going about their duties. The truth that he was forced to face was that Sookie was absolutely correct; she had been justified in leaving him after he raped her and beat her so badly. She wasn’t justified for stealing from him however.
Eric put her arm in a crushing grip and half dragged her to his chambers. He pushed her inside and snapped the door shut. He began to pace like a caged beast. Sookie resisted the urge to cower under the bed.
He whirled to her suddenly “So you think you were justified in stealing from me?” he snarled.
Amazingly she blushed and looked away “No not in that Your Grace, but I could see no other way.”
Eric scowled and tufted his thick hair until it stood in disarray “After breakfast I will show you to your new quarters.”
He poured himself a drink and flung it back before repeating the gesture. He sat before the fire. Sookie glanced around and sniffed “When are you going to get the furniture repaired in here?”
His glass slammed down on the side cart “I’m not; in fact I think I’ll burn it all this evening.”
Eric stood and began dismantling his bureau with his bare hands. Behind him she watched trying not to see what a stomach clenching display of strength it was. Clothes flew from the drawers as he smashed them across his knee.
Finally the dresser was in pieces which he stuffed in the fireplace and set to burn. Breakfast arrived. The servant pushed the cart in and smiled at Sookie “Hello Emma,” Sookie said quietly.
Emma bobbed her head and smiled wider until she saw the Duke turning. Quickly she pushed the cart till it came to rest beside his chair and departed. Emma was a downstairs maid who Sookie had been friendly with as she went about her labors.
The Duke angrily lifted the lids off the steaming dishes. He sat in the chair after scooting it closer to the bed so she could sit as well. “Eat, you’re starting to look like a skeleton.”
Eric slathered the prune jelly on a big slab of ham and took a careful bite. He watched her and when she made no move to eat he slammed his fork down. “You’d better eat Sookie, I’m warning you.”
She lifted her fork and took a tiny bite.
Her dish was a pile of hot cakes with dehydrated strawberries. It was quite delicious and she ate half the stack. Eric ate his whole meal and stood.
“Come with me,” he ordered.
Sookie rose and followed him; she soon realized that they were going to her room. He opened the door “Dress warmly, put two dresses on and two cloaks.”
She did and he assisted her.
Eric led her down many flights of stairs. He felt her hand touch his arm. “What?”
“Eric please don’t put me back down there, I’m sorry.”
He smirked “Are you really? I don’t think you realize yet just how sorry you will be,” he said locking the prison door behind him. “I’ll give you some time to rest,” she heard his footsteps going up and she collapsed against the fur blankets.
At least she was warm she thought going to the window. Outside the hedges were withered but had still kept their shapes only now they were covered in snow. The wind howled behind the glass that rested behind iron bars too narrow for anyone to squeeze through, even her.
There was no escape and God seemed a distant dream who couldn’t help her in this harsh reality.
Above her he sat before the fire in his study; peering into the flames as if they could tell him what to do with her. Her death battered against his heart and mind, like a bird trying to enter a closed window.
His desire for her was in his blood. A part of the Duke longed to own her completely in the eyes of the law. A furious scowl marred his face for a moment “Don’t be a complete fool,” he snapped to himself.
The sound of his glass becoming full once more was a river rushing in his ears. “Why shouldn’t she be my wife?” he muttered. He drained his drink and it settled in the pit of his stomach like a nest of venomous snakes.
Something from the corner of his eye caught him. He glanced over and saw his own self. “She will never love you as Gabrielle loved Julian,” he said to the cruel face peering back at him.
Behind him at the sidebar he heard the sound of the decanter being lifted. He turned and there stood his father. He was a nightmare made real and Eric hadn’t seen his shade in over four years. Julian’s outline was foggy but within the lines of his form the details glowed vigorously. “Hello Eric, you were right you know. You will never have with her what I had with your mother,” he said lifting the decanter and walking towards his son.
Julian filled Eric’s glass and set it down on the side table. He sat in the wing backed chair beside him and sighed. It was the wind rattling. It was longing made audible but for what Eric couldn’t have said. “Hello father, having a nice time in hell?”
Julian seemed amused by that, his green eyes sparkled in the vapor of his face “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he murmured.
Eric scowled “So do tell me, what has brought you skulking from the darkness this time?” he made his tone droll but his sire wasn’t deceived.
Julian snapped his fingers and a glowing glass appeared in his hand. It was filled with a white liquid. He took a tidy sip “I can never get the milk to taste right,” he complained letting go of the glass so that it floated in the air between them. It had been his father’s drink of choice; milk sweetened with honey; warmed over a fire.
Julian’s sharp eyes bore into his son’s. “I have come to guide you or perhaps I’ve come to vex you, it’s all in how you look at it I suppose.” He was a handsome man still. He wore a black and green velvet doublet and fitted breeches. His tall boots gleamed with an unearthly sheen.
Eric reached for his glass trying to seem languid. It came to his lips and he swallowed. “Guide me to do what exactly?” he finally asked.
Julian crossed his legs and reached for the floating glass of spectral milk. He took a sip and set it back in its cloud. “Love is poison sometimes, nearly always.”
Eric nodded tightly, draining his glass.
Julian smirked “You believe in some part of you that you love this girl, do you not?”
His son said nothing but he nearly flinched in reply.
His sire settled back into his chair his eyes glowing like moonlit leaves “You must decide right now if you will marry this Sookie or bury her. Whispers have become shouts. People are quite certain that you have her, it has gone beyond rumors. Even your cousin the King is finally paying attention. My sister has seen to that.”
Julian’s head turned to Eric “If you want to kill her I will make her body vanish, and I will erase her from key minds.”
Eric’s hands tightened on the arms of his chair until the white of his bone showed through the skin of his knuckles. Julian smiled “Or I could step inside her and make her flesh fall from her bones,” his voice was silky.
Eric stood in a flash and loomed over his ghostly father “You will do nothing to her!”
Julian slowly faded until only the green of his eyes glimmered. They reflected the flames of hell or perhaps it was simply the flames in the hearth before him. “Then you know what you need to do,” he sighed out.
Eric paced the small space in front of the chair his father’s ghost had occupied “Is that all you came to say evil fuck?” he shouted. His hands went to his cheek feeling the coarseness of stubble.
He pivoted and his doppelganger in the mirror seemed to smile at him. His fist flashed out and the mirror broke into a dozen shards until his face seemed a collective nightmare.
Eric’s darkly golden hair stood at odd angles after endless tufting. Slowly the door eased open under his hand.
Before he could stop himself he was descending the stone stairs. Coming closer to the object of his obsession. Finally he stood before the iron barred door; his eyes went to her small form upon the pallet.
A darkness as old as the blood on his hands descended on his mind as he opened the door. He lifted the sleeping girl in his arms and carried her up the many flights of stairs until they came to a fateful spot.
Roses black with decay dotted the bushes where snow hadn’t buried them. He laid her on the snow with her thick blankets and went to a garden shed nestled amongst the trees to the right. It was the caretaker’s storage area. He grabbed a spade and began to dig.
Why? He asked himself as the earth piled beside him. The answer was simple. She would never return his love and he would sooner have her dead than feel the emptiness of unrequited love once more.
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