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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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AN: Thanks to all the supportive reviews I got for my last chapter I am now feeling slightly more confident. This is one of the darkest chapters yet where yet another horrifying facet of The Duke of Ravenheart will be revealed.
Eric awoke and sat up Madeline was half dressed sitting in a chair beside the bed. She gave him a look of jealous rage which confused him. “You said her name over and over in your sleep,” she had an annoying accusatory tone. Eric scowled and scrubbed his palm over his mouth “Whose name?” he snapped.
Her pale blue eyes narrowed “That girl who everyone is talking about, I didn’t want to believe it, I told all my friends that it wasn’t true.”
Eric put his shirt on in cold silence “Are you in love with her?” she persisted.
The Duke’s eye narrowed he stepped forward and back handed her “Shut up Madeline and remember that I owe you nothing I already pay too much for your cunt.”
He left then slamming the front door and with little thought saddled Death and turned for home.
The Duke had been in the darkest mood of his life over the last four days. He had fucked Madeline and countless others so many times that he was disgusted. He neglected to shave for two days and his cheeks were shadowed with stubble that Madeline said only enhanced his appearance.   He was tired of taking Gemma it was no longer tantalizing merely because she was married. And as perfect looking as Madeline was her ever constant lust for him was growing wearisome.
The truth that he was forced to confront as he galloped home was that all these woman were like salt water to his desperate thirst. This was the first time in four days and nights that he had come home. He’d spent every night at his mistress’s or at his apartment above the club.
He was so sick of being haunted by her that his desire to fuck her then bury her body was agonizing. There was no woman in the world that was as alluring as her. “I am obsessed,” he snapped as he came to his front door, his hands going to his hair and pulling it till it stood in wild disarray.
He stood in the foyer caught in a moment of indecision; the urge to find her and crush her spirit, break her as she was breaking him raged in him. He pushed the door back and strode down the hall taking the stairs up three at a time. Finally he was in his mother’s wing.
Her door was unlocked and his breath caught thinking she would be gone using the absence of James to escape. It was after three in the morning and somewhere a clock chimed.
Eric let out a silent breath of air and stared at her curled on her side. He sat on the bed with his hands clenching and he slapped her. Sookie’s eyes fluttered open “Eric? Why did you strike me?”
He had never looked more frightening to her “What have I done?” she cried as he seized her arm and dragged her along with him down the stairs.
Eric’s face was tense his eyes flaring with psychotic rage when he flung her into his room. He stalked toward her moving with vicious grace “Get on the bed,” his voice was dangerous bubbling over with fury.
The sight of her eyes that haunted him growing wide with her innocence and fear inflamed him to a near madness. She ducked around him and ran to the door she managed to get it open and she scurried on bare feet down the hall. He pounded after her, finally tackling her to the rugged floor with her back pressed to his chest.
A servant passed by and stopped to stare clearly horrified. Eric glared up at her “Get the fuck out of here before I terminate you,” he snarled. She glanced down at the pinned Countess and ran.
Eric put her throat in death grip and dragged her back to his chambers. The whole way something in him was screaming for him to stop before he murdered her.
But his demons were legion and they had been unleashed. He slammed her against the wall at the rear of his bed. “Did you honestly think that I didn’t know your plan?” he grated out.
Sookie stared at him “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she cried. Eric grabbed her wrists in one huge hand and pinned them above her head to the wall. His long strangely dark lashes rose and his eyes burned into hers “Yes you do, you come to me begging for a bath, knowing that I would have you bathe in my room, knowing that it would drive me mad,” he snarled looking as if he were hypnotized by her parted mouth.
She shook her head slowly “No I swear I didn’t know, please Eric calm yourself,” she pleaded.
The Duke of Ravenheart smiled and it was she thought the coldest smile ever worn “I have fucked over a dozen cunts into exhaustion to get you out of my mind, I am done denying myself,” he dropped each word with precision as her put her shoulders into a punishing grip and tossed her to the bed.
She was sobbing “I don’t understand why you’re so wrathful with me,” she said brokenly scampering back to the corner.
Eric glared at her “I guess you think you’ve got me wrapped around your little finger, hmm?” his words seemed to crouch in the air.
He sat down in the chair near the bed “Don’t fucking move,” he warned.
The Duke made a drink and tossed it back immediately refilling it, and regarded her with hate filled eyes “Well what do you have to say for yourself?”
Sookie was crying and she looked absolutely horrified “Please let me go back to my room,” she beseeched in a whisper.
Eric winked at her before draining his glass for the second time. He reached for the decanter and refreshed his tumbler “No you’re not going anywhere,” he said softly.
His head went back and with closed eyes he went on “I think you should know that I murdered the last girl that I couldn’t get out of my mind,” he said it casually as if he were remarking about the weather.
Sookie was shaking and slowly crawling off the bed but she was unable to help herself in responding “I don’t believe you,” she said quietly sobs riding under her voice.
She had almost made it to the door when his eyes opened and he lunged for her. He flipped her frail body over and crushed her “Believe it sweetheart because it’s true, you see she betrayed me and I choked her until the life faded from her eyes and then I buried her in my rose garden,” his said softly.
She yelped as she looked into his eyes almost mesmerized by the intensity she saw there “She broke your heart,” Sookie whispered.
Eric went still above her then rage marched across his features and he slammed her body into the floor. It hurt so bad she screamed. “Don’t you ever say that to me again,” he snarled.
He ripped her to her feet and with one efficient terrifying display of strength stepped behind her and broke the stone mantle with his bare hands. The Duke turned on the balls of his feet and stared at her “Give me one reason I shouldn’t bury you next to that lying whore.”
Sookie knew that this was the most important moment of her life, that her very existence depended on her next words “Because I’m not a liar nor am I a whore,” she said quietly never dropping her eyes from his.
Eric’s face twisted and a sneer formed on his lips “I may not have caught you in a lie yet but you are a whore, my whore.”
She flinched “You’re so broken and evil, I can’t stand the sight of you,” she turned and walked to the door.
Eric rushed around her and smashed his body against the closed door “I am going to fuck you raw right now and I want you to fight me as if you’re life depended on it,” he paused as he hands shoved her nightgown up and tore her undergarment off. Eric flung it to the floor and smiled “Because it does,” he said finishing his thought.
The Duke picked up the tiny Countess and slammed her to the bed immediately tearing her gown from her and placing the entirety of his weight on her. She screamed and his hand went clamping over her mouth. She hadn’t eaten more than a few bites in the last five days and she felt close to fainting.
He got off her and came to a decision. She was too tight to fuck dry. He went to his dresser and unlocked a drawer. When he returned he was holding the ivory pipe and a velvet bag. He sat down and packed it then padded to the bed “Smoke this until the bowl is empty and full of ash,” he commanded her.
Sookie reached for it at this point so afraid of him that she was willing to do anything he said. He leaned down and lit it “Hold it in.”
She did and repeated the gesture again and again. Sookie felt herself falling into a trance looking at him; his dark golden hair with its slight wave, his arresting eyes, and full sculpted lips. He was so beautiful to her that her stomach clenched; how can I be so attracted to someone who is going to rape me and maybe kill me, she asked herself with the only corner of her mind that could still function.
Eric smiled like a gorgeous wraith from hell and sat down watching the intoxication spread across her face.
“Spread your legs,” he said hoarsely.
She blinked at him “Why?” she sounded strange to herself; husky.
His eyes were hooded his expression full of evil lust and seduction “Because I want to look at you” he said softly.
She threw back her head and moaned hating herself yet knowing that the drug was what made her feel this way. Her cheeks flamed with blood as she realized that the drug was only uncovering her repressed feelings for him. Eric crossed the short distance and gently spread her thighs apart.
He leaned his head down and licked a heart shaped birthmark above her sex that he’d just now noticed. Then his tongue delved for the first time into unknown territory. She mewled and her hands went to his hair fisting it.
Eric got on the bed and pushed a finger inside her, she was wet, the drug had seen to that.
From somewhere far off she watched herself, furious with him that he should rob her off her resistance.
He slammed into her and she shrieked in shock, horror and disgusting ecstasy. She feebly fought him, he batted her hands down and locked her wrists in one massive brutal hand.
It was too late for her soul she realized dimly as she came on his huge length. Eric pounded into her like a madman, driving in again and again into her tiny body. It was pure heaven and he knew in some part of his mind that it was the closet a fiend like him would ever get to that fabled place beyond the stars.
Over and over she came on his cock and he punched a hole in the wall when he pulled out and came on her slender waist.
Eric rolled off her and came to his side to stare at her drowsy eyes and swollen lips “You want me, you have since the beginning,” he said softly. His hand went to her flat stomach and rubbed his cum into her satiny skin.
Sookie was so high that she could only nod mutely “But I hate you,” she added.
Eric’s face darkened and his hand rose into the air and she shrank back “Don’t Eric,” she begged.
Slowly his hand came to his side “I hate you too,” he snarled rolling off the bed. He stood and buttoned his pants to make a drink, he tossed it back in a single swallow “I hate you and I want you,” he muttered refilling his glass.
She rose from the bed and gathered up her torn nightgown and headed on shaky legs to the door. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Sookie turned “Why not?”
His eyes were heavy lidded as he hit the coiled dragon “Because I am going to take you over and over until you pass out,” he paused and lit the black substance again. “Come to me Sookie.”
She crossed the room; he reached for her and pushed her to her knees “Smoke this until it’s gone.”
In her daze she obeyed and he lit it time after time until there was nothing left. His gaze grew sharp as he watched her “Why the fuck are you so thin?” he snapped.
She was kneeling before him and she shrank back at the question “I haven’t been hungry,” she murmured. Eric noticed for the first time what he had refused to acknowledge before, she was wasting away before his eyes. Her cheeks bones were sharp almost jutting from her face. She had lost at least a stone since coming to live with him. She was nearly dying and he couldn’t help his question “Why not?”
She stared up at him “I’m sad and scared and lonely all the time, it’s hard to be hungry,” she whispered.
Eric felt a pang as he pulled the cord “You are going to eat every day even if I have to ram it down your throat.”
A servant appeared almost immediately and he snapped that he wanted hearty normal food brought to his room immediately. The girl at the door ran from him and he could hear her yelling as she neared the kitchen.
Eric snapped the door shut and whirled to Sookie, she was still on the floor, only now her head was bowed.
He crouched before her “Look at me,” he ordered.
She lifted her eyes “I will not let you die,” he said in fierce whisper.
Sookie gave him a dazed drugged look “But I thought you wanted to bury me in your rose garden?”
Eric’s expression was torn there was bewilderment rage and amusement there, finally he laughed “Yes I do but if you end up there it will be me that’s responsible not your stubborn lack of appetite.”
A knock sounded and a frightened serving girl pushed a rolling cart in the room and departed in a rush.
Eric sat her on his bed and lifted the lids off. There were eggs which his mother had always fed him when his stomach was upset. The next dish was oatmeal with raisins and brown sugar in the center was a pool of cream.
He sighed and put the spoon in her hand “Eat as much as you can.” She lifted it several times swallowing and he was revolted by how pleased he was when she finished almost half the bowl. Finally she swore she couldn’t eat another bite.
Deep inside the cavernous darkness that was his soul he knew that he would have to dispose of her before his obsession consumed him completely. Eric laid her down gently tucking her in and she fell fast asleep. She curled on her side and her little hands went to her cheek. Her lashes fell heavy and dark against the hollows beneath her eyes.
For a long time he simply drank her in taking in every detail slowly. He turned away and made a drink then brought the embers roaring back to life.
He remembered her then another girl that he had once been fool enough to love.
Eric had been seventeen but he’d looked older than his age as his height was so extraordinary. She had been the daughter of a petty Baron in a neighboring estate. He had courted her and though his father hadn’t thought her worthy she was at least noble so he didn’t stand in his way.
Each day she had grown more important to him until finally he had asked her father for her hand in marriage. She had lavished him with affection, doting on him, hanging on his every word. Eric had believed that she was madly in love with him. Her father had accepted and then one day Eric came to call on her and the maid had told him she was in the garden. Amidst the terrible beauty of spring flowers he heard two voices; hers and his brother’s.
“I don’t feel that way about you,” his brother said in an irritated way. His voice paused “I never should have kissed you that day, it was a mistake and you are engaged to Eric, let go of this ridiculous infatuation, he loves you.”
Finally the love of his short life had replied “I don’t love him,” she cried.
Eric fell against a stone pergola his heart thudding in his chest “He makes me sick with his adoration,” she went on and each word that sailed through the air broke him a little more “It’s you that I’ve always loved, father wants me to marry Eric because he is the one who will get the title and estate, but that doesn’t matter to me Seth,” Eric heard footsteps coming toward him and he ducked behind a thick fountain.
“Seth please don’t go, I will die if you don’t marry me!” Then his love the most beautiful girl in all the world ran after his brother while the last vestige of love in him died.
     Eric had made Seth write a letter to her saying that he wanted to meet her in their family cemetery to discuss their engagement. At the witching hour she had appeared in a fateful spot. She stood next to his Grandfather’s stone throne haloed in moonlight looking so beautiful in a virginal white gown that it broke him once more.
He stepped from the shadows “Hello Evelyn,” he said softly.
Her small hands had flown to her face “Eric what are you doing here?” her face was filled with awareness that he must know who she was intending to meet.
Eric put the coldness of his childhood in his smile as he came smoothly toward her “I have come to kill you,” he murmured.
She turned and ran; he flipped her over and thrust her to the ground refusing to see how lovely her fright had made her. His hands wrapped around her petite neck and he crushed and squeezed. “Eric please don’t, I’m in love with you,” she gasped out.
Eric smirked while tears ran from his eyes “Liar,” he whispered finally choking her until only the moonlight glimmered in her eyes.
He wept as he covered her body in roses; white and red and in a fit of whimsy he placed two coins over her eyes after he closed them. He bent down and kissed her rose petal lips. He climbed out of the hole and put the first clod of dirt over her delicate face.
Finally it was done; the last of his humanity extinguished. He put his hands in his pockets and strolled to the back door whistling all the way to the tune of “Barbra Allen.”
P.S. Just a little fact: The song Barbra Allen goes back to the 1600’s
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