Deadly Intentions: Chapter 6

Together, Eric and I laid on our sides, facing the lit fireplace. Eric spooned me from behind. My ugly blanket covered the two of us. We laid there quietly. Both of our minds were consumed by whatever thoughts that we had running through our minds. I could tell that Eric was thinking about work and the reason why our date had been interrupted the night before. I was thinking about how to get Hunter to come and live with me. The next steps that I would take…and so on.

While his mind was distracted, Eric still managed to put the moves on me. His mouth nibbled and licked my neck and earlobe. I shivered from it.

“Don’t…that tickles,” I giggled.

Eric ignored me, but continued to lick and nibble.

“Ah!” I cried out, as he touched a really sensitive spot on my neck. “Don’t!” I pleaded. I raised my hand up to cover up that area, so that he couldn’t do it anymore. “That tickles!”

Eric raised his head and chuckled, like it was funny to tease me like he was doing. “It tickles?” He repeated, curiously, while he looked down at me.

“Yes!” I shouted at him.

Eric put his finger into his ear, as if trying to get it to stop ringing. “You don’t have to shout. I can hear you just fine.”

“Well then…stop!” I pleaded with him.

Eric just laughed, but he had stopped what he had been doing. Instead, his hand, which had been curled around my waist and was flattened against my stomach, started to slide upwards. His cold hand slid underneath my shirt, making me gasp from coolness of it. It slid up higher, until he cupped my breast.

As if they had a will of their own, my nipples instantly puckered. His thumb and forefinger played with my nipple, making it pucker up even more.

Even though his actions were making me incredibly aroused, I pleaded with him to stop. “And not that either.”

Eric raised his head, his hand paused on my breast. “And what would you like me to do?” he countered, curiously.

“Nothing,” I replied back. “Nothing. Just hold me. Make all the bad things go away,” I told him.

“What bad things?” he asked, surprised and concerned.

“Nothing in particular…” I shrugged my one shoulder that could move. “I just want you to be there. I need you.” I shuddered at the thought of not having his love and support.

“I am always here.”

“Yes, I know that,” I replied back. “I just want to make sure that you won’t abandon me, like so many others have done,” I sighed. “I want to make sure that you’re not angry or mad at my decision.”


“I know that you aren’t very happy about it,” I interrupted him, before he could continue. “Remember, I know what you’re thinking and feeling too.” I rolled over on to my back, so that I could look him in the eyes. They glittered down at me.

“You are right…” he hesitated. “I am not happy about it. I think this will change our lives. Are you ready for the change? We will never have this kind of privacy again. You will have another person to worry about. I am concerned that you won’t be able to care for him, like I know that you want to.”

“So…what you’re saying is that you want to have my full, undivided attention?”

“No,” Eric shook his head. “I know that you have a heart full of love, and lots of love to give. I am just worried that you won’t be able to handle it,” he explained, full of love and concern. He frowned. “Are you ready to be a mother? Are you mad because I can’t give you children?”

“No!” I gasped, appalled that he would think that I was mad because he couldn’t give me any. “I think this could be a way for us to experience it…without experiencing it. Do you know what I mean?” I gazed up at him, making sure that what I was trying to say, was getting through. “Alive or dead…have you ever wanted children?” I asked, almost scared of the answer.

“I don’t know,” he frowned, while he thought about it. “When I was alive…thoughts of settling down and getting married, never really entered my mind. I knew that my father wanted me to stop my wandering ways, but I don’t remember thinking about it before. After I was turned, well, I never thought about it either. I guess…I don’t really know.” He continued to frown. “But there is one thing I do know…I think that you would be a great mother, Sookie. I wish that I could give you a child, like you want.” He sighed, disappointed that he couldn’t give me that one thing.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up about it,” I tried to reassure him. “I never thought that I would become a mother. Not this soon.” But I had thought about Eric in the starring role of the man who would be the best possible father, but I didn’t let him know about that part of it. “Are you afraid that you won’t be a good father?” I asked.

“Oh, I think that I’d be a great father.” He grinned, devilishly at the thought. “I like to play games.”

I laughed. “But playing games isn’t all that a good father does,” I reminded him. “What about the big sex question?”

“Oh, I know all about sex,” Eric grinned and winked down at me. “I would teach him what a woman likes and what a woman doesn’t.”

“You don’t have to be so proud,” I told him, perturbed that he knew so much about women. I briefly wondered, how he had come to know so much, but I really didn’t want to hear about it either. I kept that thought silent and hidden from him. “What about homework? What about morals and ideals?”

“I have gone to so many schools and taken so many courses…that I could probably teach you a thing or two,” he stated, proudly. “Did you know that I have my bachelor’s in psychology?”

No, I didn’t know that. “Somehow, I figured that, since you have a way with people.” People, meaning those who vowed him fealty. He had to know what makes people tick in order to have them do what he wanted. “What about morals?” I asked, curiously, going on to the next question.

“Well…” he paused, while he thought about it. “There are some reasons I would kill for and others that I don’t. Does that mean that I have morals?”

The thought of him killing people for reasons that were unknown to me, bothered me somewhat. “And what reasons would those be?” I asked, really curious now. His answer would help to reveal what really made him tick.

“Oh…it depends on the person or circumstances,” he shrugged, not getting into it. “If I found that it wasn’t serious, then I would probably use other means of dealing with them. But if they hurt someone that I cared about…then it would be something much more painful and punishable.” His eyes glittered at the thought.

I knew how much he enjoyed a good, physical fight. I rolled my eyes.

“It’s a good thing that I don’t care about too many people…” he continued on. “I have lived a long time and now, the thought of killing isn’t what it once was. When I was first turned, I killed because I didn’t have any self-control. Now, killing is something that we have to keep secret from the rest of the world because humans fear us. I don’t like killing. When you live as long as I have, it loses it’s…what’s the word?” He paused as he thought about it.

“Luster?” I provided what I thought he was hinting at.

“Yes,” he nodded his head. “Besides, if we were caught, we’d be locked up in prison. You think child molesters have it bad in there? Vampires have it worse,” he shuddered at the thought.

“Am I one of those people that you care about?” I asked. I hoped that it was so and judging from his feelings, I knew that it was true.

“Of course,” he replied, stunned that I would even ask that. “Why would you ever doubt that?”

I shrugged. “No reason. I just wanted to make sure,” I teased back. “It doesn’t hurt, hearing how much your man cares about you.”

“Is that what I am?” Eric asked, curiously. “Am I your man?”

Just to tease him a little bit, I pretended to think about it for a few minutes, during which time I could tell that Eric was feeling more and more apprehension. I loved to tease him, since he loved to tease me so much. “Well…” I shrugged, as if I wasn’t sure. “You’re here. I’m here. I’m not seeing anyone else…that would seem to me…like you’re my man.”

“You are a tease,” his eyes narrowed down at me. He knew me too well. “You had me going for a moment…when I knew that you were just pretending. It’s a good thing that I know what you’re really thinking and feeling.” He winked down at me. He paused, but then asked, “do you resent our bond?”

“No!” I gasped, astonished that he would think so. “Why would you think that?” I asked, curiously.

“No reason. I have learned to accept it and now, I actually enjoy having it.” He confessed. “I wondered if you felt the same.”

“I still hate the way that it happened…but yes, I’ve accepted it too. I feel comforted-knowing that I’ll always be able to count on you to be by my side.”

“Good.” He was pleased at the thought. “And I am glad that I have you too. You have no idea, how boring my life was, before you entered it. You have rejuvenated my life, so that I find it exciting once again.”

I was happy to hear that too. “What? You were getting sick of Pam?” I teased. Although, I really liked her as a friend. “I know that she can be difficult…”

“No, Pam is…Pam. But we never had the attraction that you and I have. She is my child and I care for her, but…she doesn’t make my dead heart beat. She doesn’t breathe new life into me. Only you.”

Wow, talk about being awed. I remained silent, because of what he had said, it floored and flattered me so much so, that I was speechless. Who knew that a thousand year old Viking vampire could be romantic? “Awww…you shouldn’t say such sweet things to me.” I said. “You know that it makes me blush and feel embarrassed.”

“Yes, but I love the way you blush. And I love making you feel special. I don’t care if it makes you embarrassed. You deserve to hear nothing but nice things.”

“I suppose…” I hedged. “you are right. But not about everything. I know what I’m doing when it comes to Hunter. He needs me. I know that I’m the only person who can help him.”

“You are stubborn.”

“No, I’m not. I’m just telling you that I’ve made up my mind and there’s nothing you can say or do, that will make me change it. Case closed.” I explained. Although, after hearing those words, I had to admit that they did make me sound stubborn. “You don’t have to do anything to help me. I just want you to accept it. That’s all I’m askin’. Even if you don’t want to have anything to do with him, I’m fine with that. I just want you to be there for me and to support me through this. I know that this could take awhile to happen…since the family courts are flooded with cases like this, but I really want to try.”

“What if you fail?” Eric asked. “What then? Will you give up? Or, will you keep trying until you become obsessed?”

“That’s hard to say…I’ve thought about the failing part, but I haven’t thought any further than that.” I admitted, sheepishly. “Would that be a bad thing if I kept on trying?”

“Yes, if it takes over your life.” Eric replied. “I am only looking out for you. I don’t want you to become obsessive and forget about those close to you, who are already in your life and who love you.”

“I won’t,” I replied, stubbornly. “Besides, I think that the end result may surprise you. I don’t think it will come to that.”

“I hope not,” he replied back. “For your sake…I hope not.” He sighed. “I only want you to be happy and I do not want you to be disappointed by the results-if they do not happen the way that you want them to. I’m here for you and I will support you.”

“Haven’t you always?” I replied back.

“Yes,” he agreed. “This boy is only another way in which I will support you.”

“Can we talk about more cheerful things?”

“Like what?”

“Well…do you remember when you lost your memory and we laid in front of the fire like we are now?” I asked.

Eric nodded his head. “Yes, I remember.” He grinned down at me.

“Do you want to know what I was thinking that night when we did this?”

“What?” Eric asked. I could feel that he was dying to know. “I know what I was thinking about.” He grinned. “I was thinking of how to get you into bed and wondered what you would do if I touched you here.” His hand reached for my breast and slipped inside. “And here.” His hand moved downwards, towards my hootchie. It slipped underneath the waistband of my pants and panties. His fingers found my center and slid inside.

Not surprisingly, I was moist and more than ready for him. “Oh…I was thinking…similar thoughts.” I gasped, as his thumb played with my nub.

“Really.” Eric replied back, not really surprised. “And what would you have done if I had done it?”

“Oh…I don’t know,” I sighed, already my mind was full of desire. “But you could show me what you had in mind now,” I suggested, naughtily.

Eric laughed. He bent his head down towards mine and began to kiss me. Only a master like him, could make me want him so much with only kisses. I wondered if he’d gone to school for that too. Was there a school for that? I pushed those thoughts from my mind, as my desire took over.

I raised my arms, wrapped them around his neck, and pulled him down closer to me. He lifted his leg and moved it in between mine. I could feel his erection against my hip. It made me want him more. His mouth moved along my jaw, then down my neck. He placed kisses and licked along the column. I felt his fangs brush against my soft skin. I wanted that too. I wanted him to feed from me.

My clothes disappeared without me being aware of it. His did too. The only reason why I realized it, was because I could feel his cool bare skin touch my warmer body. It made me hotter, if you could believe that. I was literally burning for him from the inside out.

His mouth and fangs tasted my breasts. He nibbled a little bit, making me arch up towards him. His mouth traveled downward. He licked and nibbled his way down my body until I could feel his mouth, just hovering over my nub.

His tongue slid out and licked my swollen folds. He spread my thighs wide. My legs draped over his shoulders. His tongue entered me, making me come before I knew it. Just as I was coming back down, he was leading me back up again. He raised himself up on his haunches, his muscles moved underneath his skin, flexing.

He entered me, slowly but surely. He drove deep. I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began. Harder and faster, he drove himself inside me. Before I knew it, I came once again, my world spinning wildly out of control. He bent down and bit into my neck, taking the blood that he needed from me. It made me come again. There was no feeling like it in the world. I felt his own completion soon after. He shuddered up above me.

Spent, he collapsed down on top of me, but still careful about his weight. He licked the bite marks on my neck. His saliva would help them heal.

He raised his head, then looked down at me. His eyes glittered, with pleasure. He grinned, wickedly down at me.

“What?” I asked, curious about the expression on his face.

That was what I’ve wanted to do for a long time now. Even before I lost my memory. Probably, the first time that I saw this fireplace. I wanted to make love to you in front of a fire. Your skin looks so soft and becoming in this light.” He explained.

“Really?” I asked him, surprised. “How come you never hinted about it before?” I wondered.

Eric shrugged. “Well, I hinted about a lot of things, which you always refused, so…why would I ask you for this too?”

He had a good point there. “Was it everything that you thought it would be?”

“It was more, but…” he replied. “I could do without this ugly blanket.” He picked up the blanket, that had somehow fallen off of us during our lovemaking.

I laughed.

I yawned, as I grew suddenly tired. It was very late at night. I wanted to get some sleep. “I’m tired. I’m going to bed now,” I explained.

He gathered me up and carried me into my bedroom. He kicked the door closed. He laid me down on the bed and tucked me down underneath all of the covers. He kissed me on the forehead, before leaving me alone to sleep.

“You’re not going to cuddle?” I asked, curious and confused. I sat up in bed.

“No, I have some things that I have to do,” he replied. “What’s the word…rain check?” He asked, hopefully. I nodded. “We’ll have to do it another time.” He offered.

I laid back down and curled up in bed. I was too tired to object. “Okay, have a good night,” I told him, before I quickly fell asleep.

It was a little while later, but the sun hadn’t risen yet. I felt a draft coming from somewhere in my room. I sat up in bed, startled by the sudden drop in temperature. I was surprised to find out that my bedroom window was open, the curtains billowing in the breeze.

Who opened this window? I wondered. And why? Eric would never open it up, unless I asked him to. He knew how cold I got at night. Knowing that I wasn’t going to find out my answers any time soon, I climbed out of bed to close it.

Whomever it was, had been trespassing, I thought to myself. Maybe Eric had known someone had entered my house and had chased them off into the night? The house was eerily quiet. It felt like someone had entered my own personal space without my invitation. I felt violated.

I hoped and prayed that Eric would be alright and that he knew about it.

It wasn’t until later in the morning, after I had woken up, that I found another note. This time it was laying on the coffee table, where I wouldn’t be able to miss it. This one said the same thing too.

You’re mine.”


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