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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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When Sookie awoke she crawled over her rapist and snatched the iron poker up. When she came back she stared at him. He looked different asleep, not as dangerous and she noticed that his lashes were so thick and long that they left shadows on his cheeks.
Taking a deep breath she swung it toward the side of his head. Eric’s eyes snapped open and he rolled to the side just in time.
Then unbelievably he smiled and it wasn’t dark or wicked but boyish. “I was a fool not to send you back to your room last night.”
He sat up and ran his hand through his tousled mane and snatched the poker from her. Then he reached over and pulled the cord.
Immediately there was a knock. Eric swung off the bed and answered, it was his valet James “Bring two trays up, I am having breakfast in bed.”
Eric strolled to the window and then pushed the curtains to the side to peer out.
“We slept the day away it must be past two,” he murmured.
Sookie was sitting in one of the chairs with a lost expression; she’d thrown her cloak on when Eric answered the door.
He came back and tossed on a pair of pants with such a cavalier air that it sickened Sookie.
Eric caught her staring in his direction and cast her a mocking smile “Sleep well?” Sookie scowled and made to leave the room, he was instantly before her “You are going to have breakfast with me as a mistress sometimes does with her lover,” he bent down and kissed her neck.
She wanted to smack him but thought better of it, remembering when he struck her last. “I’m not hungry,” she said as she sat back down.
The trays arrived and Eric had James build a fire as the room was chilly. James eyed Sookie with causal interest. She was better looking than most of Eric’s lovers but that was none of his affair.
Eric lifted the lids off the many dishes and set her stand before her. “If you lose any more weight it will be unattractive and besides you need to keep your strength up,” he said taking a bite. Sookie scowled and took a tiny forkful, chewing resentfully. Eric was in a good mood and he ate his breakfast breezily.
Occasionally he would glance up to be sure she was eating. Sookie set her fork down after three bites of eggs and bacon. “You look well this morning,” Eric murmured politely.
Sookie shot daggers with her eyes “How strange that I should when you violated me only hours ago.”
Eric set his utensil down and pushed his breakfast away. He took a deep breath “I should have been slightly more gentle with you seeing as it was your first time,” he allowed.
She shot to her feet “More gentle? You rutted with me like a beast, I am a noblewoman, not some tavern wench.”
Eric met her blazing glare with absolute calm “Sit down and shut up,” he said evenly. She did to her surprise and he cleared his throat as he rose to the sideboard. He snagged a cigar, clipped the end, he came back and lit it. “As to your nobility I am well aware but a cunt is just a cunt.”
Sookie’s complexion turned snow white “What exactly did you threaten my father with?”
Eric drew on his expensive habit “I told him that I would get my cousin the King to strip him of land and title.”
She made a disgusted face and batted the smoke away “That’s impossible that would take an act of parliament because our title is hereditary.”
Eric shook his head with small smile “True but the parliament is made of nobility at this time whose only concern is keeping their coffers full and the majority do as the king says, and the king does as I say… at least some of the time.”
Eric glanced away “As fifth in line to the throne I am not without power,” his voice held no arrogance; he was only stating the facts.
Sookie shivered in her nakedness and drew the cloak tighter about her body. “Cold?”
She nodded and a look of concern flashed in his eyes; he stood and pulled the cord.
James stood on the other side of the door “Fetch Jane, the one who waited on my mother.”
James had handed an envelope to Eric before he went to do his bidding. Eric went to the window and opened it.
“Your Grace,
I have sent along Sookie’s belongings they should be there shortly. I would be most grateful for a word of my daughter’s wellbeing, please send her my regards and well wishes.”
Count William Mayfair
Eric folded the note and answered the knock on the door. Jane stood in the hallway “Yes your grace?”
He turned and motioned Sookie forward “This is the Countess Sookie Mayfair, you are to be her ladies maid for the duration of her stay. I will hold you personally responsible for her daily baths and general presentation.”
“Go with her, I will see you later,” Eric said curtly pushing her to the door. Sookie shot him a murderous look before going with Jane.
Eric wandered back to his chair and something red caught his eye on the bed. A pool of blood had stained the bedding. He grimaced and felt a pang that he quickly dismissed. “She was going to lose it someday anyway, what difference does it make?” he asked himself.
Meanwhile several hundred feet away in Gabrielle’s former wing; Sookie was in a luxurious sitting room that adjoined a bedroom. As she was being bathed Sookie tried getting some answers “Have you worked here long?” she asked Jane.
Jane nodded as she lathered Sookie’s long hair “Yes my lady, worked here my whole life, why I was born just at the top of the manor.”
Sookie digested that, then came up with another one “What is he like to work for?”
Jane guided her head back as she poured lukewarm water from a pitcher down her freshly washed hair “Oh about middling I would say, not too stern and certainly not too soft.”
Sookie shot a glance up at her “Too soft? How can an employer be too soft?”
Jane soaped up her back “Oh you know, where they be calling ye by your first name and coddling you, it’s not proper when they do that.”
Sookie pretended to understand and nodded. Jane motioned for her to stand and wrapped a plush towel about her. She ushered her over to the wardrobe and opened it standing back to allow her to choose. “Whose gowns are these?”
Jane made a clucking sound that conveyed sorrow “Oh those belonged to the late Duchess heaven bless her.”
Sookie’s eyes widened “Was this her room?”
Jane shook her head “No this room was for the duchess’s cousin, a wild thing she was, ran off with a pirate, caused quite a scandal.”
She chose a pale green morning gown that covered her arms and bosom nicely. It was without adornment except for cornflower blue fabric flowers sewn onto the neckline. The style was outdated and it came with a hoop skirt.
First she was dressed in her underclothes and Jane informed her that corsets now a days were only for wide waisted women. Once her chemise and pantaloons were on the dress floated over her head.
Her hair was loosely braided in a French style that trailed down to her knees, with curls escaping to frame her face.
“We best be reporting to the master,” Jane said leading her down many long hallways and four flights of stairs.
“Where are we going?” Sookie asked dully. Jane turned “Oh to his lordship’s study, where he is most times when he isn’t in bed.”
Jane opened the door, and Sookie thanked her as she shut the door. The room at first glance appeared to be empty. There were two great chairs set before a blazing miniature inferno. She spotted the top of a blond head “Come in Countess, be seated.”
She made her way with some trepidation to the chair beside him. Sookie sat primly, with one ankle hooked behind the other and her diminutive hands folded neatly in her lap.
Eric was drinking her in; taking in her freshly washed face and hair that glowed like sunlight trapped in honey. He found he was hungry for a glimpse of her eyes. His voracious appetite was merely whetted by the sight of her thick impossibly long lashes.
She glanced up and Eric was momentarily captivated, he blinked and gazed deep into strange ringed eyes and spoke without thought, “If yours were the last eyes I saw before going blind I would go willingly into darkness” his voice came in a whisper.
Sookie flushed and bowed her head demurely. Eric’s expression became cold and guarded; he refused to show any embarrassment or confusion. He stood and crossed to the liqueur cabinet. He brought out a decanter and poured a large serving of whisky for himself and sherry for his captive.
Eric brought them back all the while thinking of something to break the awkward silence, he was furious with himself for making such a besotted and idiotic statement. He could happily have killed himself in that moment.
Sookie took hers; looking at him strangely and Eric scowled and decided to get things back on track. “You were a good fuck, thanks,” he said drolly.
She blanched and threw her drink in his face. The Duke wiped his eyes and promptly tossed his drink in her face. Her gown was ruined and the two enemies stared at each other. “You’re a despicable cad and I hope the plague takes you,” Sookie spit out.
Eric smirked with a dangerous light in his eyes “Watch your tongue Sookie.”
Sookie chewed her lower lip trying not to scream at him “I want to go to sleep.”
He laughed softly “Tough.”
She slapped the armrest in rage “Why not?”
Eric leaned back and kicked his legs out “Because I want you again, I want to be buried deep inside your tight little cunny,” his voice was silken, pure seduction.
Sookie curled up in the chair which he found to be quite endearing “No.”
He took a sip of his drink “Think of your father Sookie dear,” he murmured. She flew from the chair and ran to the door, Eric moved like a panther and tackled her to the floor.
“I don’t care if we lose everything, I won’t be touched by you again!” she cried flailing in his arms.
He moved with an instinct born of possession and kissed her brutally, she weakly pounded his chest and found herself responding. Eric groaned into her while she moaned. Eric’s hard lean body pressed against hers in the chill air.
Finally he pulled back “You kissed me back,” pleasure flushed his cheeks. Sookie glared at him “What choice did I have? You were choking me with your tongue,” she sniped.
Eric lay on top of her “No there was more to it than that,” he insisted. Sookie moved to slap him and he smacked her hand to the floor. She shook her head “Your ego is so overly inflated and vastly bloated I don’t know how you function.”
Eric gripped her throat in a death hold “Did you enjoy when I filled you last night, were all your protests just a coy act?”
Sookie’s eyes filled with angry tears “Let me go! No I hated every wretched moment.”
In one smooth motion he got off her and tore her to her feet. He turned and pulled a cord that was near the fireplace. It was James who answered “Take the countess to her chambers.”
“But I don’t know which room she is staying in,” he protested.
Eric sighed “I don’t know either, go find out and take her with you,” he shoved her toward his valet.
As they were leaving Eric had once last parting shot “I will return before dawn see to it that you bathe.”
Sookie had no chance to reply as she was being hustled out.
Eric closed the door of his study as he left. It had been too long since he’d visited his real mistress.
He drove his own carriage, enjoying the cold day. He took his time getting there by taking the scenic path. Eric needed to think; she was getting under his skin, even now his body burned for hers.
All through the drive over to his mistress’s fancy uptown brownstone, he brooded.
He arrived and handed his reins to the carriage boy. There was laughter and music coming from beyond the door. Eric scowled as he pulled his key from his pocket. When he opened the foyer, the butler took his over coat and led him into the dining area.
There were twenty or more seated there; made up of artists of one sort or another. The room fell silent as Eric strode into the room “Everyone out,” he didn’t raise his voice but they all still heard, and hurried to the exit. Her friends all knew of the arrangement between the Duke and Madeline. He was feared by anyone with sense.
His mistress rose to her feet, her black hair curling over a bare shoulder. “What is the meaning of this?”
Eric crossed the short distance and smacked her “I pay for this house and for the use of your body not to entertain buffoons and imbeciles” She fell back with the blow “My lord I apologize. It was only a small modest affair.”
The duke cast a sneering glare at the table “Caviar and by the smell of it pheasant with saffron? I would hardly call that modest,” he picked up her glass and sipped it “And this is the vintage I bought for myself when I come here.”
He threw the glass at the wall behind her and she flinched. Eric grabbed her arm and dragged her up the stairs. He led her into a room he’d had especially equipped for the type of sex he enjoyed.
Eric chained her up and came behind her, ripping her dress and underclothes till they pooled at her feet. He picked a riding crop with a velvet tip from the selection and began to whip her. She screamed in half joy and agony. When her back was welted slightly he came behind her and undid his pants, and plunged into her wet pussy.
It felt like a warm glass of water compared to Sookie but he pushed through his disgust by beating her backside and choking her. He undid the pins and let her hair fall all around them.
It was dark as a starless night and previously he’d been quite enamored by its blue black gleam. Now he wished it was amber and honey and that it was longer to her knees. Eric scowled and fucked his mistress furiously while she struggled and pretended not to want it.
Finally he unchained her and pushed his cock into her full mouth, “Swallow.”
She did and Eric buttoned his pants and stepped back “Have another party Madeline and we are through, you can kiss this house and everything but the jewels I’ve given you goodbye.”
The duke turned and left with Madeline’s screams ringing in his ears.
He drove into downtown with a furious mien, above the sky seemed to mimic his rage, and lightning flashed and danced in the mist.
Eric wanted to destroy the world and he knew that it wasn’t his mistress that he was angry with; it was Sookie with her hypnotizing eyes and lush mouth. He rode through the narrow twisting streets and the fog was so thick that he couldn’t see the signs marking the roads.
He was headed for his gentlemen’s club De Sade’s exclusively for men with dark appetites such as his.
Sookie away in the house was being dressed in her nightgown and tucked into bed. It was still light out but dusk was fast approaching. She locked the door and asked Jane to sleep in the bed with her. Jane agreed after a long moment where it seemed as if she would refuse.
Sookie lay in the barely lit dark and thought of the kiss. Why had she responded? Could she have liked it? Was she actually attracted to that monster?” She tossed and turned until she fell into a ragged sleep.
Her dreams were horrible. One in particular played out as Eric entered the gloomy interior of his club.
It was one of her father. He was rotting; half his face was gone, with bone showing. He was watching as she was raped by the duke “That’s it my girl, tip up your derriere for him, just so,” then her father began to clap.
Sookie glanced back in the dream as Eric had her bent over “No father I hate him!” she screamed.
More of her sire’s flesh had rotted away and as she watched his left eye came falling from its socket “If you don’t, we will lose everything, please him well or I will blow my brains out just as your grandfather did, you remember him, don’t you dear?”
Eric’s spectral fingers dug into her bottom as he plunged into her over and over and the worst part of it was that Sookie was growing wet, deeply so. She started to moan as her father clapped in the background.
The seventeenth Duke of Ravenheart stormed into the drawing room and stared at his peers “Gentlemen,” was his only greeting before sitting down.
The men greeted him much more warmly than the average man of society would have. He was one of their own with a vast appetite for debauchery.
The Baron Edward Walsh of Yorkshire winked at him and crossed his legs “We have two fresh novice girls.”
Eric forced a smile “Bring them in.”
Two women in their late teens were brought in; around their throats were studded collars. In their mouths were leather gags, they were pushed to their knees before the men.
Eric watched impassively as the men bent the girls to their will. One of them sensing that he was the defacto leader crawled to him. Eric smirked down at her “Yes?” he drawled.
She cast beseeching eyes up at him; he wondered was she hoping for mercy or seduction?
Eric undid his breeches and pushed her head to his cock “Suck.”
She’d been walking through the castle on her way to the kitchens, her grandfather’s study door had opened and he called to her “Sookie come here love.”
She came obediently and he bent down and picked her up taking her back to his armchair. Her grandfather was more of a father to her than her own, he had always seemed to understand her. His breath smelled of whisky as he cuddled her and she saw that he had been crying.
“You don’t yet understand child what it is to lose the great love of your life, and I hope you never do.”
He tilted her head up ringed eyes meeting ringed eyes “My lover is dead, killed by a scorned man.”
Sookie had grown alarmed “Who? Father?”
Her Grandfather shook his head “No, Lawrence,” he paused and cradled her tightly with his other hand going to a concealed pistol “Stay with me Sookie as the light fades from my eyes and the twilight of Hell opens before me,” he murmured.
Before she could stop him, he took the gun and opened his mouth. A roar filled the dusty room, and his brains splattered the chair and her new Christmas dress.
The room was filled with screams and it was only later that she realized that they had belonged to her. Sookie had been eight and all these years later his words sometimes echoed from the past.
Eric stared down at the girl doing fellatio with absolute boredom, finally he pushed her away “You’re terrible at this, fuck off.”
The girl gave him a wounded expression and crawled to the next Lord. The truth was that the Duke wanted only one girl at the moment and she wasn’t here. He listened to the sound of whips hissing through the air accompanied by muffled screams and yawned.
This scene was getting tiresome he realized as he looked around; middle aged purebreds whiling away the hours debasing girls that would have grown into whores in any case. With a sigh and a negligent wave to them he left the room and went to his apartment at the top of the club.
Eric didn’t feel like being home yet. His apartment was nearly bare of adornment and the only thing that bespoke of his wealth was the high quality of the furniture and the marble floors. He rang a bell and a knock sounded. He told the servant to start a fire and bring him whisky.
Eric sank into a plush armchair after taking off his coats. An hour later the door opened and one of girls from earlier stepped in wearing a lace undergarment. He turned and pointed to the bed. She crawled up and reclined back. He came toward her with a great hope of blotting out a certain Countess from his mind.
Sookie sat up and choked back a scream. Jane stirred beside her, Sookie rose and lit the oil lamp in the sitting room. She sat in the moonlight coming through the many paned window and tears came.
That her grandfather’s death should haunt her now of all places was a cruel twist of fate. The smell of cooked matter and the feel of his arms about her going limp made her body go rigid.
She considered running then she even stood but in the end reclaimed her seat. Her father would be a different man without the wealth and privilege that had surrounded him from birth. He wore his title as some men wore their gold or swords.
The first dream of the evening came back to her; her father’s rotting face and his parting words that he would blow his brains out should she refuse to please the duke.
And it was very real possibility; her father had never been the same since her Grandfather’s suicide.
When he was finished he turned to the girl that lay beside him “Leave.” And though the girl was a new whore she already seemed old to the game and nodded before departing.
The sex had been mediocre at best and had done little to relieve him. Eric got dressed quickly and locked his apartment behind him.
He left his carriage there and rode one of his horses home. The night wind was insistent and cut like a knife through his layers.
Snow like heaven’s lace began to fall. The dark trees hid the man until he appeared in the road. Eric’s horse whinnied and reared.

It's been a long time since I wrote this and I wrote like five versions of this chapter, hope this is the right one. It doesn't matter if you review this story since it's already written but go ahead if you feel like it.
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