MHS-Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I do not own True Blood or the book series it’s based off of, The Sookie Stackhouse novels. The Southern Vampire Mysteries. However, this story idea is all MINE!

 

“So sweet, my Sookie.” Eric licked at the trickled blood on my throat. The aftershocks of the orgasm were making my thighs weaker until they finally gave out and sank further into Eric’s embrace. He groaned deep in his chest as I pressed my throbbing center more firmly against his cock.

Oh, it felt good. Real, good.

However, I was not about to lose my virginity in the front seat of a car, on the very first night I met my Eric.

My Eric?

Hmm, I really liked that.

No, I was going to be a lady and give it at least twenty four hours before I handed over my innocence to him. I giggled my ridicules musings.

“Something funny lover?” Eric nuzzled my ear.

“I think I’m overwhelmed.” I laughed again. I felt free. Happy and yet wanting to discover more. “I didn’t expect to-to like it. I didn’t know what I was missing. Well, I mean it’s not like I had the opportunity.”

“Do you mean my bite or are you talking about your magnificent release?” Eric questioned. His voice strained with uncertainty.

I pulled back to gaze into his blue whirlpool eyes. “I think, all of the above.” I smiled sincerely. “If I am not careful I could lose myself in you.” I leaned off of his erection an inch to which he immediately groaned out his disapproval.

“Look here now, we are not making love in your fancy car. I have some standards.” I smirked at him so that he knew I wasn’t totally against the idea. Just not my very first time. I wouldn’t be like Arlene and Dawn. I wanted something better than a quick, “wham bam thank you ma’am”.

Although with Eric I had the feeling he would spend hours loving me, to which afterwards I would have issues walking.

Eric’s expression morphed into a thoughtful look, his brows furrowed into little kissable creases. “Yes, you will not surrender your maidenhood to me here. Tonight.” It was my turn to frown. Did he not want me?

The corners of Eric’s mouth raised into a genuine smile. “But very soon, in the right place. In the right time, I will make you mine. Completely.” He sucked his fingers into his mouth, I realized he was tasting me on them when he hummed his approval. His thumb then reached over and stroked softly over my lower lip before Eric cupped the back of my neck and kissed me tenderly.

Possessively, I thought. And I liked it. God help me, I might have loved it.

When he pulled back from the kiss, I whimpered a bit at being stopped. Eric chuckled. I could kiss him all night.

“Come, my lover. Let me get you home at what you would call a reasonable hour. I wish to make the acquaintance of your Gran.” I moved back over to the passenger seat and buckled up. Eric started his elegant car once more and away we rode into the night.

It was just after eleven PM when we arrived at my farmhouse. Not really too late for Gran, but close. I knew she would be up reading a well-worn romance novel in bed. The light through the lace curtains upstairs proved how well I knew my Gran’s habits. She would be waiting patiently with Tina until she heard me slip in through the squeaky screen door and knock on her bedroom door to say good night. But not a moment of actual bedtime ritual would begin before she heard all the juicy details of the evening.

My Gran was one who wanted to be in the know and she usually got her wishes met. Although, tonight would roll out a little differently. I’m sure the last thing she expects is that I come home with Eric and not Bill.

Eric parked next to my car. Yes, she was a faded yellow and showing her age with some rust. But I thought she had character, the vehicle was the best I could afford and I took care of it the best way I knew how. Same as my home, it may have looked a tad run down. The once white paint was now distressed and peeling off the wood siding. A few mismatched boards on the porch marked where I had repaired the broken planks. It was a home, our home.

Gran taught me how to stand on my own two feet without accepting any assistance. Not that we had any offers for assistance, that became even more true once Jason moved out to our parents’ house and stopped doing any chores here. Not that I would have asked him, I am perfectly able to care for Gran and our home. Thank you very much!

I must have been lost in my thought too long because the next blink and Eric’s pretty Corvette was avoiding potholes on the way to the front porch. Eric parked and zipped around to the passenger side of the car to help me out. What a gentleman.

Taking his offered considerably cooler hand and rose from the low leather seat. He tugged me forward with a playful growl, crashing me square against his chest as he wrapped his free arm around me. “You have a charming home.” He spoke not turning to see the farmhouse.

I smiled at the compliment meant for me and not my old homestead. “Thank you. I would invite you in but I’m not sure my Gran is awake enough to entertain.” Also, if I invite Eric in and she is not decent it will be weeks until I stop hearing about it. I giggled to myself.

Eric smirked and opened his mouth to reply when we both heard the screen door squeak open. Eric looked less startled by the noise. He must have heard her. Vampire hearing must be something of a power. I should have had my shields down so I could’ve anticipated her snooping. Gran stood in her nightgown, one foot outside the front door.

“Sookie? Is that you darling?” Gran called.

Squeezing Eric’s hand I grinned and dragged him up the steps of the porch. “Yeah, Gran it’s me and…Eric.” Might as well get the introductions in now. She stepped out of the house and into the cool night. Her pale blue robe wrapped tightly around her. Gran’s eyes widened taking in the large man next to me.

“Oh, hello. I wasn’t expecting company.” She put her hand on her check as if remembering she had already washed off the make-up she wore.

“My apologies Mrs. Stackhouse. I realize the hour is late, but I would be remiss in my duties to not see your granddaughter home safely.” Eric spoke gently Gran and then turned to me. Bringing our still clasp hands to his lips and laid his soft lips to my hand. I blushed and felt goosebumps tingle up my neck from the contact.

“Well, thank you Eric-.”

“Eric Northman, Mrs. Stackhouse.” Gran had held her hand out to shake Eric’s but instead of shaking it, he leaned down and placed a quick kiss against her hand. My Gran blushed, as well. A true rose tinted blush and giggled as she pulled her hand away.

Glad it wasn’t just me.

“Oh, well. The pleasure is mine. And please, call me Adele.” I swear my Gran’s deep blue eyes twinkled in delight.

Turing back to me Gran asked the million dollar question. “Did Bill not offer to escort you back? I’ll tan his hide next time I see him.”

Eric laughed. I’m sure the thought of my elderly Gran chasing a vampire of over one hundred and fifty years in age would be quite amusing to anyone watchin’.

“Bill is another reason I am here this evening.” Eric looked around and sniffed the air very subtly. “May we continue this conversation inside? Away from any prying eyes.”

Prying eyes? What was he talking about? I opened my shields which was easier now as I kept my fingers locked with Eric’s. It was the first time I realized I had complete control over my telepathy. This curse always seemed to weigh me down, pull me where it wanted to go.

But not tonight.

All I had needed was a vampire, who knew?

Gran looked at me and then back to Eric. “Why, yes of course. Where are my manors, please follow me.” She slipped back inside as Eric gestured for me to go follow.

“Won’t you please come in Mr. Northman?” I whispered and then placed a light kiss on his cheek. The stubble was soft on my lips, making me want to lick it. I refrained, just barely.

“Thank you, my little vixen.” Eric laughed as he stepped into the foyer. Gran gestured for us to sit in the living room and asked if I would get any refreshments. Since I knew we didn’t have True Blood in the house, I asked Eric if he needed anything else. He declined the offer. I would need to pick up a case after my shift tomorrow. After retrieving some ice water for Gran and myself I sat next to Eric on the flowered couch.

“Bill is a threat to Sookie.” Eric spoke with complete seriousness that scared me worse than when I heard Bill making claims about my belonging to him. “I am the Sheriff to my kind in the territory known as Northern Louisiana. Bill is a spy for the Queen. He intends to collect Sookie for her Majesty’s needs.”

My blood chilled. What would a Queen really want with me? I knew of course and it scared the life right out of me. Eric wrapped his arm around my shoulders and curled me to him. Gran was very calm. Not that her behavior was out of character, she was always the best person to have in a crisis.

“I see, and what are planning to do?” Gran asked.

“I will claim Sookie as mine. In vampire society, it means that another can not take her from me. Even one who is more powerful than I. This is not a fool-proof plan, I can be summoned to relinquish Sookie or she may still be called upon to offer her telepathy in assistance to the Queen.” He looked at me. “I will never give you up.” His ice blues stared down at me in utter sincerity.

“I’m glad.” I whispered and kissed him.

“Sookie will become my bonded.” Eric paused seeming to look for the next words. “In human terms, she would be my woman. My betrothed.”

Like, to be married?

Eric turned to see me straighten my back against his words. He rubbed slow circles into my back, his eyes never leaving mine. “Then I will Pledge to her.”

“Pledge?” I asked.

A slow smile appeared, “Make you my wife.”

My mouth hung open. It was eleven thirty on a Saturday night. I met Eric less than three hours ago and now he wants to get married. No wait, he just told Gran he wants to marry me.

What is happening?

This is too much, too fast. I, Sookie Stackhouse went from two horrible dates in the last ten years to a lifetime commitment. I am not normal. The realization that normal will never happen for me is a bitter pill to swallow.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Okay dokey, I was over the moon to finally feel the pull to another person, to Eric. I want to explore those feelings with Eric, slowly. Why does he have to jump to…til death do you part.

Wait! Oh my God, how old is Eric? I will be long dead before this is all over. And then what for him? Pledge to another girl? No. He’s mine!

Yeah, he’s mine. Maybe we could work it out. Could I love him? Probably, look at the strong feeling of ownership I just exhibited. We could be happy, together.

Would he want to make me vampire? Would I want that? I-I don’t know. I love sunbathing and what about Gran. Who would care for her? She is not getting any younger.

Pull it together Sookie, Gran wants you happy, she was just telling you that the other day. She knows about my curse and the fact that I will never have a normal future. This may be my chance at love. That feels right, something deep down clicks as I stare into Eric’s searching face.

Put him out of his misery, Sookie. The poor vampire is freaking out that you have yet to say a word.

I laugh and grab his face with both hands. “You want to marry me?”

“Yes, more with each passing moment.” He is so close but does not kiss me yet. I think he is waiting for me to make the first move of acceptance.

“Okay, but can we take some time to get to know each other before that part? The Pledge thing. This is really fast for me.”

“Agreed as long as other outside forces do not push our hand.” Eric looks thoughtful and then adds. “Being bonded should keep the Queen and any others at bay.”

I kiss him then, reminding myself not to give Gran a heart attack and keep it PG. “Then yes, I will bond with you. What is that exactly? Do we get glued at the hip?”

Eric chuckles, “No dear one. We will share blood. This allows me to feel you, your location and eventually you will be able to know the same truths of me.”

Whoa, that is a lot more than, til death parts us. Oh my, what will Pledging be like? More intense maybe.

I take a moment to look to Gran. She is stone still watching us, but not. Her grow is furrowed. I almost dip into her thoughts when she breaks the silence.

“Do you plan on turning Sookie into a vampire?” Gran eyebrows pop in question.

“One day, yes. Our bond and Pledging will protect her. I feel the pull to make her mine for eternity.”

Well, this is good to know. I don’t know what to think about becoming a vampire, but I’m willing to give it some time to contemplate. Some real time. I have to consider that to be with an immortal means I may have to become immortal. It also doesn’t hurt that this option is far superior to being a slave for some Queen who may have darker plans for me.

At least I know that Eric has no ill designs on me.

Right?

Damn it! This is why people date.

I’m pulled again from my thoughts as Gran shifts uneasily in her cushioned chair and speaks.

“No.”

 

V’’V

(A/N) Well, then. I wonder what Gran’s objections could be? Any thoughts? Also, allow me to set the record straight with Sookie. Does she seem to be going too fast with Eric? Maybe. But I am going off of the True Blood version of Sookie. You know, the one where she threw caution to the wind and put her trust into the wrong vampire? Yes, well. She is the same naïve sweet girl here. Only this time she saw through Bill’s bullshit and is acting on her attraction to Eric from day one. A bit quick, maybe. But how long did it take for Bill to take her virginity? A week? LOL! Although, now that Gran has raised the draw bridge they may have to find another way to be together. Thank you to all who have followed this story and review it. You make my day, my little darlings!