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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 got up in the middle of the night; he was restless inside his own skin as sometimes happened. He wondered if she was sleeping and with that thought he pulled on a pair of pants leaving his chest bare.
He walked down many hallways with a candle his only light. James had gone to bed he noted with some irritation. He turned the key in the lock and by the light of the flame he saw her reposed upon the bed.
He hated her he realized just as he was forced to admit that he longed for her, longed for her to give him something besides her constant loathing. He set the candle on the nightstand and pulled up a chair.
Eric studied her for a moment straining to see, he stood and opened the drapes allowing the light of the full moon to halo around her.
She seemed slighter as if she’d lost weight and he frowned at the observation. She hadn’t had any weight to lose. His reached for her blankets and he pulled them down the better to see her.
Sookie moaned and shivered her hand reached out and he took it for an instant. Her words to Amanda played in his head and he had to resist the urge to smother her.
The thought of her death at his hands disturbed him though he didn’t know why. But still the urge to snuff out her life stayed with him as he studied her. Eric got up and went to the other side of the bed and grabbed a pillow and lifted it above her.
“He is unworthy of love, he will always be evil, there is no redeeming someone like him.”
Eric wondered how many times that pronouncement would play in his head. He pressed the down pillow to her face and she moaned.
His heart was pounding in his chest as he fought the evil that lived in him. He wrenched the pillow away from her and threw it across the room. Eric’s hands went to his face “I am not a monster,” he whispered.
But he knew that was a lie, his every action belied his statement. Eric fell to his knees beside her; a single tear fell from his eyes. It was the first time he’d cried since his mother died in his arms.
His head lifted and he saw that she was awake and staring at him “Eric?”
It was a horrible moment for him, that she should see him like this with tears raining down his face.
“What?” he snarled bowing his head so he could wipe them away. Sookie sat up and for the first time felt something like pity for him.
“Come here Eric,” she said softly.
He stood scowling down at her “Why?”
She opened her arms to him and his jaw dropped “I am not a child!”
He turned and stalked from her chamber and at the door “If I were you I would go back to sleep, you will rise at dawn and began your new duties.”
Eric slammed the door and went back to his room. Once there he sat down and poured a drink. He was starting to drink every day even in the morning. His father had never touched alcohol or any other substance that could dull his wits, he had detested drunks.
With that thought he tipped back his glass and drained it. That she had offered him comfort was humiliating, that he should look so devastated that she forgot that she loathed him.
In some part of him buried deep beneath his many layers of darkness there was a longing to return to her and allow her to fold her arms about him. But he didn’t know that.
Sookie was unable to return to sleep so amazed that she had done that. That she would forget all the wrongs he had committed against her. She told herself that she had only been doing her Christian duty; the good book said that you should love your enemies. Hadn’t the nuns always said so?
She tossed the blankets off and got dressed in a white muslin gown. She used a sliver brush that lay on the vanity to untangle her hair. Then she sat in the dark room with only the light of a single candle.
Eric’s face burned behind her eyes when they closed. She was forced to admit that she was in some deeply sick and twisted way attracted to his beauty and also that she had never seen a more flawless looking man.
Sookie shuddered as she remembered his weight upon her and his member filling her and her strange wetness and the crescendo of sensation that she still didn’t understand. She was deeply ashamed of herself and her wicked thoughts.
Eric was eating a meal even more strange than his breakfast the previous day; it consisted of blood pudding with cranberries drenched in laudanum per his instructions to the chef. In another dish lay veal wrapped in bacon with tomato sauce.
He ate carefully and methodically feeling more languid with every bite of the pudding. Finally he was full and he lay back on the bed and smiled.
He was acutely aware that he didn’t want to become an addict like Tristan. But the euphoria of the drug was sublime. It made him mind grind to a halt and the tension that was always in his powerful body dissipate.
When sun started to peek above the horizon a knock sounded on Sookie’s door and he fell fast asleep.
Sookie opened the door and there stood Barbra. The woman gave her a grave look but her eyes were sympathetic. She looked Sookie over and clucked “Those clothes will never do, come with me.”
Sookie closed the door behind her and followed her down the hall. Barbra handed her a lit candle so she could see. “My name is Mrs. Maple and I’m the head housekeeper of this great house, you will see me at the start of each day so you can receive your duties. I’m a very busy woman and you will be working under someone else’s directions.”
Sookie said nothing in response and Barbra looked back “I hope that you are listening as I will not repeat myself.”
Sookie nodded and she resumed walking and talking. “I take pride in the running of this household and the fact that its immaculate at all times, those of us in the employ of the Duke work hard at being worthy of the honor.”
Sookie laughed under her breath and Barbra stopped walking so suddenly that she bumped into her. “I don’t appreciate inappropriate amusement young lady,” she said sternly.
Sookie nodded “I apologize I must still be sleep addled,” she murmured.
Barbra sniffed and pivoted her footsteps echoing down the hall.
They arrived at the top of the manor in the servant’s area that was situated in a vast attic. “I have not yet been informed of whether you are to be quartered with the other servants or if you are to maintain your current chambers.”
She bustled to a room to the left of the stairs “Here is where we keep all the uniforms and it’s the job of each employee to maintain the cleanliness of it and see that it is washed weekly. She paused and glanced to Sookie “Listening?”
Sookie nodded and she continued “You are never to wear a soiled uniform, if you are caught doing so your pay will be deducted and normally if the offence is repeated the person is let go at once without severance pay. However in your case that isn’t an option and I have been instructed to send you to the His Lordship for punishment should you have any infraction.”
She handed Sookie a black maid’s outfit and showed her to a curtained area. Sookie took off her muslin dress and donned it. It was hideously dreary with a high neckline and long skirts.
The only breaking of the black was the white apron that cinched around the waist. The uniform was huge on her and she felt as if she were drowning in the fabric and it was so heavily starched she felt an immediate rash starting on her skin.
She came from behind the curtain and Barbra eyed her. “We will have a properly sized uniform made for you as soon as possible, come along we’ve wasted half the morning.”
Sookie followed her down the narrow staircase with a surprising lack of dread. She had done chores at the convent in between her lessons and prayer; she was not as pampered as most noblewomen and she had never minded hard work.
Barbra brought her to a small dining room completely with adornment. The servants were seated around along unvarnished pine table talking boisterously when they entered. They were clustered in different groups according to their station in the household but of course the young countess was ignorant of that. A heavy silence fell over the room and they all stared at her with different emotions playing across their faces.
She saw disdain and curiosity and strangely on one girl’s face there was a look of awe. Sookie was to be a downstairs maid so she was seated with her new peers. They didn’t resume their conversations and ate their meal in silence.
Breakfast consisted of one bowl of porridge with a thick slice of bread and no butter. It was gruel essentially and Sookie ate one bite and pushed her bowl away.
There was a tiny bowl of sugar in the center of the table and when she had reached for it to sweeten her porridge a gasp had gone through the room and it had been removed from the table.
Barbra cleared her throat at the head of the table and clanked her spoon against her tea cup “This is Sookie and she will be joining us in our mission to provide a clean and respectful house for our great employer the Seventeenth Duke of Ravenheart. She is to be treated the same as any servant with respect and courtesy but under no condition is she to be fawned over or coddled due to the accident of her birth and should I hear of any one addressing her by her title they will be punished and their pay deducted.”
The servants nodded and watched her expression for any sign of despair. Sookie kept her face blank and they finally looked away.
When breakfast was over they took their bowls to a small kitchen and Barbra led her over to a copper basin where they lay in lye soap water. “You are to scrub these and report to Gemma for your duties and instruction.”
Sookie nodded “Which one is Gemma?”
Barbra sighed “She is blond and will come in an hour to collect you, you are to be respectful of her and listen to all her directions with care.”
Sookie curtsied “Yes Mrs. Maple,” she murmured turning to the task before her.
Around sixty people had just had breakfast and it was not a light undertaking. Sookie hummed under breath as she worked. Forty minutes later Gemma entered and touched her back as she was drying the bowls.
“I am Gemma, and I hear that you are Sookie,” she said quietly.
She turned and started walking from the room and Sookie stacked the dried bowls and followed.
“Today is Monday and we always polish the silver on this day,” she informed her as they came to a large walnut cabinet and began taking out the many forks, knives and spoons.
“Ordinarily Edith and myself handle this task but I have been informed that this is to be yours alone,” she said laying the cutlery out on a vast table.
She sat down and showed Sookie how to take a soft cloth and clean them. Sookie mimicked her motions and Gemma smiled at her and told her to be finished with her job as soon as possible and that her next task was to scrub the floors of the many rooms downstairs.
Sookie sighed and said thank you respectfully and set about her task.
Eric awoke and summoned a servant to ready a bath for him. He felt in the need for release and he pulled his cord.
James appeared and Eric told him to bring Gemma to him immediately. Eric liked the idea that she was a married woman that he was ruining the sanctity of her marriage by taking her.
He returned with her in minutes and Eric dismissed him and brought Gemma inside the rooms. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered.
Gemma shook her head “No Your Lordship.”
Eric stared at her for a long moment “Each and every time I fuck I you I will give you twenty pounds, which I believe is more than you make in five years of service in this house and should you refuse I will terminate your position in this household and that of your husband’s.”
Gemma’s hands went to her dress as humiliation crossed her pretty face. Eric came and helped her undress and when she was naked he pressed her against the wall and took her from behind.
She whimpered and wept the whole time and Eric felt highly aroused by it. This was so much better than fucking a whore. He pushed her to her knees and made her suck his seed out. When it was over he crossed to his broken dresser got into a locked drawer and gave the promised money.
“I will be making use of you daily from now on, when James comes for you, you are to report to me immediately,” he told her as she left.
Gemma wiped tears from her cheeks nodded and went back to work.
Eric smiled with satisfaction and sat down to enjoy a good cigar. He poured himself a brandy and kicked out his immensely long legs. Humiliating people had always brought a glow to his face.
His orgasm had been more than adequate but it still paled in comparison to those that he had enjoyed with Sookie. And Gemma though pretty was mostly average looking and didn’t have the overwhelming appeal of the other one.
He pondered that as he leisurely smoked and wondered how he would wile away the hours.
Eric decided that he wanted to see Madeline and he dressed after his bath and James shaved him.
When he arrived at the brownstone his Mistress was gone and her butler handed him a note saying: Your Grace, I have gone to the park for some air and will return within the next two hours, please forgive my absence and I hope you will not be wrathful with me upon my return.
Respectfully yours Madeline
Eric crumpled the note and tossed it the floor and the butler picked it up and threw it away.
He went to the liqueur cabinet and made himself a drink. He tossed it down and decided that he would leave he didn’t want her to come home and see him waiting for her.
Eric thought of his mistress as he rode through the streets. He still desired her and more importantly so did every man in the city. She was besides Sookie considered to be the loveliest creature in London.
And she belonged to him alone, he smiled at the thought as he went to De Sade’s.
The dim interior of the club was lightly populated and today the mood was quiet and understated. Eric went into the billiards room and joined a game. When he sat down the men greeted him heartily with a touch of fear.
His moods were erratic and at the last card game he had been accused of cheating and Eric had shot the man in the head during a duel. His was the highest title in the club and the gentleman considered him their leader in all things.
Eric won hand after hand and slowly the less wealthy members quit the game. Finally there were only two men left and they too folded. Eric stood up and flicked his hand to a servant “Bring me a girl,” he ordered.
The man bowed deeply and minutes later came back with a girl in red lace undergarment.
Eric pushed her to the floor and took her again and again all the while wishing she was someone else and that she didn’t have a roll of fat on her stomach. He pushed her face to the side and came on her chest. “Get out,” he said softly.
She left with a dead expression and he buttoned his pants and whistled as he got on Death and headed for his manor.
He stopped in the middle of the street when he saw his coach. The window was open and he could see the Count inside. He looked over and blanched when he saw the Duke. “Your Grace I would be most grateful to have a word with you,” he cried out.
Eric nodded and he rode beside the coach until they came to park. The Count got out and Eric dismounted and they stood near a bubbling fountain. The day was sunny and the blue sky was unblemished by clouds. The wind was light and it stirred the Count’s dark hair as he sat on a bench.
The Duke remained standing and gave him a cool look “Yes?” drawled.
The Count looked years older than he had the last time Eric had seen him, his face was pallid and drawn and bags were under his green eyes. “I received your letter,” he said tapping his sliver cane on the ground.
Eric smirked and said nothing and the Count frowned and went on “How long do you intend to keep my daughter?”
The Duke put his arms behind his back and clasped his hands as he rocked on the balls of his feet “I’m not certain she’s a good fuck so only time will tell.”
William’s face reddened with rage and he bit his lip to keep from screaming at him. Eric watched his face like a hawk and smiled like a devil at him “Was there something else you wanted to say?” he asked mockingly.
The Count’s eyes narrowed “Have you raped her?”
Eric smiled and then winked slowly “Yes over and over and she came on my cock last time, I think she enjoys it.”
Tears formed in her father’s eyes and he glared up at him as he came to his feet “I am going to the King and telling him about your desecration of my daughter.”
Eric’s face became deadly and he stepped closer to the Duke “I don’t take kindly to threats and my cousin already knows of the situation and has congratulated me,” he lied.
The Count seemed broken by that announcement “That simply can’t be true,” he said under his breath.
But he believed it despite his words the King was an evil man who routinely forced the men in his court to allow him to bed their wives.
Eric got on his horse “Forget that you ever had a daughter for the time being, worrying will do you no good, she is mine for as long as she pleases me,” with that he nudged Death into a canter as Sookie’s father looked on.
The Duke of Ravenheart returned and Carter was there to take his coat. “Bring me the new maid her name is Sookie,” and Carter bowed and minutes later she entered his parlor.
She was wearing the standard uniform of his household and he noted that she was swimming in it and her body seemed far too thin. Eric brought his gloved hand to his mouth and teethed it off a finger at a time and then repeated it with the other. He slapped them down and smiled at her, she gave him a blank expression.
“It customary for a servant to bow or curtsey when she comes before her employer,” Eric said with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. Sookie smiled at him sweetly and did a flawless curtsy.
Eric sat in a chair and gestured for her to sit beside him. She did and he studied her in the sunlight coming through the many windows “You’re too thin, I demand that you eat more,” he said quietly.
Sookie shrugged and gave him an insolent look “And how are you to see to that?”
Eric leaned back and folded his hands over his hard stomach “If you insist on being disobedient you will eat two meals a day with me so I can be certain that you are following my orders.”
Sookie stood “Yes Your Grace,” she said woodenly but her eyes were filled with rage.
Eric’s hand flashed out and he threw her back to the chair “You haven’t been dismissed,” he snapped.
She sat back down and gave him a look of inquiry “Was there something else my Lord?”
His electric blue eyes narrowed “How do you like your new life as a servant?” he watched her carefully looking for any emotion.
Sookie gave him a wide smile “It’s been quite nice actually Your Grace, I enjoy hard work and the chance to be as far from you as possible,” she murmured in a sweet manner.
Eric’s teeth clenched and a tic started in his jaw “You’re dismissed and I expect you to join me for supper this evening,” he said in a tightly controlled voice.
AN: This story is becoming more and more like a gothic horror rather than as intended a bodice ripper, but as always when I write it takes on a life of its own. I can only hope that this chapter is a worthy predecessor to the previous update.
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