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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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I inhaled deeply. Everything smelled so good, the night air, the graveyard, Eric. He was flushed and warm. His hands reached around me to find the curve of my hips, bringing me closer to him gently. I looked up into his eyes, they were still tinted with that eerie hue.

Eric kissed me with fierce determination, the heat rising between us again rapidly. His body pressed tighter to mine. He moved one of his heavily muscled arms behind my head, cradling it to the side. His bite came swiftly, piercing my neck then sucking intently.

As my blood flowed into his mouth the pain was barley tolerable and I could not help but cry out. I thought about our bond. I could only think of renewing it. Eric's head moved away from my neck to face me.

“You wish to renew our bond my lover?” he said curiously.

“Did I say that? Because I am pretty sure I did not say a word” I stammered. Quickly realizing my slip.

“I mean should we Eric? I worry about Victor and what he may do to either of us.” I continued, hoping it would hide my shock. Did Eric really just hear me thinking that?

Eric opened his arm. His teeth were still shining with my blood. The first few drops fell on my neck. Warm, unusually sensuous. “It is time,” he stated.

He held his wrist up to my lips. I wrapped my hands around his large forearm and drank, and drank. It was getting easier to think about this. Or, I was so in love I did not care. I threw myself into the act of taking his blood more than I ever had. I could hear his deep laugh turn into low satisfied growl. He moved his free hand to my head and stroked my hair murmuring gently in Ancient Nordic.

His eyes were trained on me as I continued to drink from him greedily. He never stopped stroking my head like I was some precious doll. I broke away from his wrist and smiled up at him. He often told me how beautiful I was. The look on his face now could almost make me believe it. Gently he kissed my blood soaked mouth and licked my lips. He pushed me down further into the bed. His smile could have melted all of Iceland as he turned me to face him.

“My turn,” he purred hotly.

Eric took his time wandering his way down my belly. Then he kissed the curve of my hipbones on each side before delicately teasing me with his mouth. Softly he slid his tongue back and forth over my nub. He dipped it into me, making me writhe and moan dreamily. Then he moved his mouth lower to my thigh and bit down.

I cried out louder this time. Eric was definitely in the heat of the moment. The bite was harder than his last at my neck. Briefly, a wave of panic passed over me. I thought of the torture that same flesh had endured. This was not that horrible house in Arkansas. This was my house, I told myself. Those blood thirsty fairies were dead. I relaxed again. The sensation of Eric's mouth guided me back. I let my surging adrenaline morph back into the rush of sex. I knew nothing but oblivious pleasure.

His head lifted from my thigh and his hot arousal was written all over his face. “This is so right my lover, I was a fool to let you make me wait.” He laughed slowly and brought his arms to my torso, pulling me down roughly to him. I could feel him hard against my stomach, and so warm.

I was enjoying his heated body, different from the cool expanse of chest and back and the slightly chilled touch of hands that I was used to. This was amazing, this is what he must have been like before, when he was still very much a human. Well human now he was not, to spite the heat, he was still every inch the vampire, fangs gleaming with my blood on his mouth.

My body was ready for him. I drew my hips up to his to engulf his entire length. He called out in his ancient tongue as he pulled back slowly and thrust into me just as languidly. He was deliberately slowing himself. Every move he made was exaggerated in my body. He moved slowly and firmly in and out of me. He stretched me to my brink then went sliding back again, over and over.

I was very close to losing control. My legs were shaking and my whole body was a huge shiver. I could only keep repeating his name, “Eric, Eric, Eric...”

Relentlessly he continued. He was picking up his tempo now and I was wild with need for my own release. He put one hand at the top of my hip and one in my hair. He drove into me with intensity, pulling me close to him and crushing my body to his. Eric was making hurried sounds, burying himself deeper and deeper. His powerful body bowed upwards. He moaned and yelled as he drove his final thrust home. I could feel the ball of bundled energy in my gut explode at the same time.

I was so preoccupied with the mind blowing sex, that I did not notice the room change. Neither did Eric.

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Claude and Dermot came rushing downstairs. This had to stop, there would be a price to pay for the presence of such magic on this side. Niall, was the remaining prince of the fey. He was also kin to Claude, Dermot and Sookie (and Sookie's brother Jason, but neither one will own to it)

Niall had shut the passageways to the human world. Finally he realized that no matter how much he loved humans, the fey were a danger to them. Now this. Claude wondered how long it would be before Niall showed up to collect that price.

Dermot was still at the base of the staircase. He looked like he might bolt up it at a moment's notice. Sookie's room was ablaze with light, it was seeping out underneath the door and escaping from the cracks along its perimeter. The smell of fresh dirt hung heavy in the air and there was a crackling intensity to it, like the presence of lightning.

“We have to do something,” Dermot stated plainly.

“Yes but what?” Countered Claude. “Do you truly think there is something we can do? This is such feral magic, my own magic is lacking. I've lived here too long. Even if I had it Dermot, think, this... this..., well this is a wild abomination. I can hardly... ” He threw his hands up gracefully with a dancer's flair. Then he stopped speaking.

“You need more time in the light Claude, it will come back,” Dermot wished quietly out loud.

“I think we must break up their little party,” he said more plainly.

Dermot continued gesturing towards Sookie's room. “I am unsure how to approach this, you are right about the magic. Then there is the fairy blood filled vampire!!... who appears to be involved.”

“There are still a few hours till dawn, waiting will be too risky.” replied Claude. “ What about that little aspirator of colloidal silver I saw Sookie with. We could use that for insurance.”

Sookie had a fondness for spraying weapons. Claude grimaced at the thought of her lemon filled plastic squirt guns. Lemon juice was fatal to fairies. Then he remembered where he saw it, the liquid silver, on the night stand next to the lemon juice. He groaned.

“This is going to require your method of popping in Dermot. The silver is on the night table in Sookie's room. You will have to arrive in just the right place or there is a risk of being drained. I will be right behind you.” Claude instructed.

Dermot was none too pleased with the prospect, but the other option was worse. The power was building in waves, circling through the house, that much power would not go unnoticed. In Dermot's experience it NEVER paid to attract a lot of notice.

“Wait,” he replied. Why don't we just knock on the door?”

Claude laughed at himself. All this excitement was making him insane. Of course they should knock first. He was just getting up to walk over to Sookie's room when there was a sound at the back door.

“Who is there?” he demanded.

“Pam. Let me in fairy, I do not like this game. I promise not to eat you, well not right now,” she paused. “You have bigger worries.”

Claude opened the door slowly. Pam looked incredibly fresh. She was wearing a pair of vintage camel Harlow pants and a ruffly ruby shirt with pearls. She was just like a beautiful poison apple. All lovely color on the outside and pure white death on the inside. Claude could not help but smile a little at the 'right now', but Pam was also right. He opened the door wide to let her in.

“What is going on?” demanded Pam.

“Don't you realize? This won't be tolerated by anyone,” she hissed. “They will kill us all.”
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