Deadly Intentions: Chapter 17

I started to walk across the street and stopped unknowingly in the middle of the lane. I turned around to see if Eric was still charming the teenagers or if he was following along behind me. I grinned when I noticed that he was still surrounded by the teenagers, turning on the charm, but I knew that he wasn’t all that happy about having to do it. I turned back around again. That was when I noticed a pair of headlights fast approaching me.

It seemed like the driver didn’t see me, in fact, the car seemed to speed up. I stared at the headlights with a deer-caught-in-the-headlights expression on my face. I heard someone call out my name. Had it been Eric? That’s when I felt something hard push me out of the way and tackled me down to the ground. Whatever had pushed me, laid down on me like a dead weight. The car sped by right after it happened. It had been a close call.

I realized that was Eric laying on top of me and that he had saved my life once again. I started to thank him for saving me, when I realized that I must have banged my head against the pavement because I lost consciousness. Everything went black.

Eric checked Sookie’s vital signs and for broken bones. He tried to get a description of the vehicle that had tried to run her over, but it had already driven too far away to tell. Eric was very angry. It had been an obvious attempt at her life.

One of the teenagers that had asked him questions earlier came rushing over to them. “Oh my God!” She cried. “Is she still alive?” She asked, alarmed and full of concern.

“Yes,” Eric replied. He took off his jacket and placed it under Sookie’s head. He was dismayed to find blood on his fingers. It was her blood, which scared him more than he would ever admit. “Do you have something that I can cover her with?” He asked the teenager impatiently, who was still carrying on with her, ‘oh my God’, rambling. “Stop it.” He commanded, glammouring her. The teenager quickly settled down. She handed him her jacket, which he placed over top of Sookie. “Hold her still while I check for broken bones,” he instructed.

As Eric thoroughly checked for broken bones, one of the teenager’s friends came over. “I called 9-1-1, they are sending an ambulance now,” she said.

“She will not need an ambulance. I am going to give her some of my blood,” Eric explained, as he looked up at her. He rolled up his sleeve, preparing to rip open a vein. “This is not something that you should see if you are squeamish,” he cautioned. “Stay back.”

Both girls backed away from Eric and Sookie, while he bit into his wrist and held it up and over her mouth. After a few moments, Sookie came to enough to start drinking on her own. She reached up and held Eric’s arm close to her mouth and began to suck like a baby. This was the first time that Eric had not felt aroused while she drank from him. He was too consumed with worry over her. He knew that his blood would be the best fix for Sookie.

He checked underneath her head for more blood. The bleeding had already stopped. Sookie’s color was beginning to return. Eric wanted to breathe in a sigh of relief, but he couldn’t…he didn’t breathe.

I slowly came to and realized that I was drinking Eric’s blood. I stopped. “What…happened?” I asked, as I stared up at Eric, curiously.

“You were almost road kill,” one of the teenagers spoke up cheerfully. “But this vampire saved you. Oh my God…you should have seen him! He moved so fast…one moment he was talking to us and the next…he was laying down on top of you. I have never seen anything like it before in my life,” she exclaimed.

I looked from the teenager to Eric with a slight grin on my face. “I see that you have a new fan…” I commented, making a joke. Why am I always able to say the best jokes when I was injured?

Eric waved it off as if it wasn’t important. “How are you feeling?” He asked me, still extremely concerned. I sensed his fear of losing me and how scared he’d been while I was unconscious. Then it hit me (not the car) but how important I was to him. I could feel his incredible relief at my recovery. The proof was in the gentleness at how he handled me, like I was going to break at any moment.

I touched my head, which was still sore, but it was gradually diminishing. I could taste the metallic taste of Eric’s blood on my lips and in my mouth. “Better…thanks to you.” I told him, gratefully. I wanted to reassure him that I was alright.

“Can you get up?” Eric wondered.

I could feel that he was still worried about me. I could feel his rage at the driver who had done this. “I think so,” I replied. I tried to sit up while Eric helped me. Feeling wobbly, I was finally standing. Eric supported me and walked me around to the passenger side of his car. He helped me sit down in the seat and buckled my seatbelt.

“Does this mean that our date’s over?” I asked, looking up at him, sounding disappointed.

“This part is. I am taking you home to bed,” he replied, before closing the car door. Eric walked around the car to get into the driver’s seat but his teenaged fans decided at that moment to come over and tell him how amazing he had been.

I knew this since I could hear them through the rolled up windows. They were not quiet at all. I didn’t need to read their minds to know what they were thinking. They were staring at Eric like he was some sort of movie star. Eric looked uncomfortable, I thought. He moved away from them while they were still talking and praising him. He climbed into the car and closed the door on them.

I could see their disappointed faces through the window.

“You know, that is pretty rude of you to not say anything back to them. They’re you’re biggest fans,” I teased.

“I am not in the mood to be thanked,” he growled. He stared at me with his fangs elongated. I could feel how tense and angry he was.

He started up the engine and we started to drive towards my home. The ambulance got there just after we had pulled away. “Who called the ambulance?” I asked.

“Those…girls,” Eric replied, grimacing at the memory of having to deal with them. “Tell me, were you ever like those girls?” He wondered. “They talked incessantly. They would not stop,” he complained.

“No,” I shook my head. I tried to keep my smile from showing on my face, but it was difficult to do. Eric hated being considered a hero, I thought to myself.

“Good,” he replied, satisfied with my answer.

We drove to my house. Eric helped me inside. Amelia wasn’t at home, so we had the house to ourselves. Eric helped me into bed. I was disappointed that it wasn’t more of a romantic setting, but since I had just been almost killed, I couldn’t complain.

“Would you like a drink of water or anything?” Eric offered. He sat on the bed next to me.

I nodded my head. He went into my bathroom, poured me a glass of water and handed it to me. I took a few sips, trying to get the dryness out of my mouth. Eric sat down next to me again, but then stood up and started to pace. I was starting to get dizzy from watching him, so I looked away.

“That car headed straight for you!” Eric exploded, suddenly full of fury. He was very angry and outraged. “I could not get a look at the make and model of the car because I was more concerned about you,” he ranted angrily. “Whomever it was…tried to kill you!” He yelled.

My head still pounded. I reached up to massage my temple. “Please, don’t shout. I’m sitting right here.” I tried to scold.

“Sorry,” Eric replied. He quickly realized that the way he was acting was not good for me. “I am just…extremely…I do not know how to describe it, but I want revenge. I want to know who was driving that car.”

“So do I,” I replied, softly. “But we’re not going to find out tonight. Come here. Sit next to me. I want to cuddle.” I patted the side of the bed next to me. “I want to celebrate the fact that I’m still alive.” I tried to coax him. “Thanks to you.” I stared up at him, with a beseeching look on my face.

His anger deflated like a balloon. “Okay,” Eric took off his shoes and climbed on the bed next to me. “I was scared when you were unconscious…I was so scared. I have never been scared like that before in my life. Not even in all of the fights that I have faced. Some were gruesome beyond belief, but I think I would much rather do that, then have to go through what happened tonight again.” I could feel him shudder. “I will find out who did this and I will make sure that they pay. They will not get away with this.” He vowed to both himself and to me.

I knew that he would too. I knew that as soon as I fell asleep, he would get his best people on it.

“Do you think that it was Bill?” I asked, curiously. “Because Bill doesn’t drive a car like that.” I shook my head, still confused by what had happened. I did have a clear image in my mind of those headlights. I could probably spot them anywhere now.

“How would you know what kind of car it was?” Eric asked, curiously. “You did not see it.”

“I saw the headlights,” I shrugged. “If I knew what kind of car had that kind of headlights, I might be able to know what kind of car it was.”

“Not tonight you won’t,” he replied, still concerned for my well-being. “You are going to stay in this bed, even if I have to tie you down.”

I suddenly had very kinky thoughts and memories of being tied up. It had been while I had been kidnapped. We had been locked down in a basement together. “Tied up, you say?” I echoed, teasingly. “Do you remember when we tried that before?”

Eric immediately remembered what I was talking about. “Yes, like that…maybe I will make it worth your while,” he winked naughtily at me. “But only if you are a good girl. Bad girls get something else entirely.”

I laughed. My heart suddenly pounded in anticipation. “What do bad girls get? I can be bad too,” I teased.

Eric groaned. “I do not understand how you can be wanting sex after you have been almost run over by a car,” he shook his head in confusion.

“Maybe I want to reaffirm that I’m still alive?” I pointed out. “Maybe I want to thank the man who rescued me in a way that I know that he will like?” I suggested, naughtily. I reached over towards him and ran my hand up and down his muscular arm. “Would you dare to turn me down after what I’ve been through?” I gave him a pout to show him that I would be disappointed if he did refuse me.

Eric laughed. “No,” he shook his head. His eyes glittered down at me. “Do I look crazy? I know an offer that I can not refuse,” he winked.

He leaned over and began kissing me. His hands moved over my body, stroking and caressing. He undid the buttons on my blouse and opened it up so that he could see my bra. I shivered when his cool hand touched my bare skin. I felt my skin burn wherever he touched. It seemed like my clothes evaporated with the use of his skilled hands.

“This has to come off too,” I told him, trying to get his shirt off. My fingers itched to touch his bare skin. He immediately obliged and removed his shirt. I explored his hard, cool skin.

Thank God my skirt was flirty and loose. He bunched it up over my hips, as he hand went right towards my panties. His finger slipped inside, right to my moist center. His thumb and forefinger stroked me.

He stopped what he was doing to me, long enough to take his jeans off. He rolled back towards me and started to suck on my nipple. He took it into his mouth, bit into it slightly, then began to suck. He cupped my other breast with his other hand, gently kneading. All of a sudden, it seemed like Eric had six hands.

I felt his hand leave my breast and slowly inch it’s way down my body until he reached my moist center once again. I sighed. He mouth left my breast and the next thing I knew, his mouth was touching me there. My hips jerked up off the mattress, as his tongue licked my clit. I clutched at the bedding on my bed. He held me there, immobilized.

He poised himself above me with my thighs spread wide. He swiftly entered me. I took him in deeply. I enjoyed not knowing where he ended and I began. He began moving inside of me. He laid down on top of me, but I didn’t find him heavy. He kissed me once again. Our mouths did a mating dance, just like our bodies were doing. His hands were busy too. I explored his body, until my nails began clawing at his back.

I took him deeper and deeper, until I began panting and was out of breath. I could feel myself getting closer and closer, until finally I came. I found that I couldn’t hold it off any longer. He continued to stroke me from the inside…milking himself with my juices…until I came again and again. (Never let it be said that a man can’t give you multiple orgasms. You just need to find the right man.) After I had three or four orgasms (I had lost count) Eric must have decided that I’d had enough. He came, then withdrew himself from me.

We laid there together in my bed, our arms and limbs tangled up with each others’.

“I am glad that I was there,” he told me softly, in my ear. “If I had not been…” I could feel him shudder.

“Shush,” I told him, trying to comfort him like he always tried to comfort me. “I’m glad too,” I said, relieved beyond anything that you could imagine. “It’s over now. I’m still alive. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Yes, you are.” Eric lifted his head to stare down at me. “You are going to pack your things and you are going to come live with me,” he insisted.

“No,” I replied, stubbornly. “I will not.” I could tell that Eric didn’t understand. “I will not let this stalker psycho dictate my life. I will not let him win. I can’t…” I broke off as tears sprang to my eyes.

“Ah, Sookie,” he moaned. “Do not cry. Please don’t,” he begged. He tried to comfort me. “I know why you will not move. It is because you feel powerless. But I will not let you feel that way. You are strong. You have the power to keep yourself safe from the stalker. That power is in your decision. If you decided to move in with me, you would have all the power in the world.” He leaned over and kissed me. “I will not let him get to you. I promise.”

I was frustrated and confused. Why didn’t he understand that this is my home? My life? It was mine to do with as I wished. I didn’t have to answer to him, I thought, stubbornly. What right did he have?

Eric read my thoughts, I could tell. He was looking at me with empathy in his eyes. “I will talk to Sam for you. I will make sure that anything that needs to be done, gets done. Okay?” He tried to reassure me.

“What about Hunter?” I asked him, curiously. “He’s coming to visit in a number of days,” I reminded him.

“We can have our visitations at my house. It does not matter where we are, as long as we are together. Do you agree?”

“I guess…” I wasn’t very happy. I had been raised to not move in with a man before marriage. No matter how much I loved him. “I’m going to be the talk of Bon Temps…again,” I complained, sarcastically. “I am living with a man before marriage. What kind of girl is that Sookie? Didn’t her Gran raise her right? I can hear them already,” I mimicked the Bon Temps gossips.

Eric stared down at me and grinned. “If it would make you more comfortable…we could get married first,” he suggested.

The bottom fell out of my stomach. Had Eric really just said what I thought he’d said? Talk about the wrong time to propose to me, I thought to myself. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. If he had done it earlier in the night, I might have agreed. “That isn’t what I’m after,” I told him, angrily, wanting him to understand. “Sure, we went out on a date but it was only one date. Most couples take more than one date to decide whether or not they want to get married.” I pointed out.

“Is there a rule that states that there has to be a certain number of dates that a couple needs to have before the man proposes?” Eric frowned. I knew that he was surprised. He had never heard of a rule like that before.

I almost had to laugh at his expression. He now looked like he was the one who had the deer-caught-in-the-headlights kind of expression. It almost made me forgive him for the disappointing way that he had proposed to me. Can you blame me? He was taking advantage of a situation where I was in need of help. Who does that?

I heard a little voice inside me say; what difference does it make how he proposes, Sookie? You love him. You know he truly loves you. He is the only man you have ever wanted to marry and seen as the father of your children. He’s the only one who appreciates you for who and what you are. He doesn’t try to change you. He has saved your life numerous times. He’s willing to pay for a lawyer. He’s willing to adopt Hunter with you. What more could you ask for?

I had to admit, the voice had a point. What my inner voice didn’t mention, was that I was scared. I was scared that I wouldn’t be enough for Eric in the long run. I was scared that he would end up leaving me, just like all of the rest. I shook those depressing thoughts out of my head.

“No, but a woman expects a man to get down on one knee when he proposes.” I told him. “A man and woman should get to know as much about each other before they decide to get married,” I explained.

“You don’t feel like you know me?” Eric asked, surprised. “I have not nor will I ever go down on my knee for any man…or woman,” Eric refused, stubbornly shaking his head.

“I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant.” I explained, trying to appease him. “I do know you. But you are proposing to share your life with someone. To vow to them that they will always have you to care for them. Begging them, if you will,” I explained. “That’s all I’m sayin’.” I paused. “Um…Was that, um…really a proposal?” I asked, hesitantly.

“Do you want it to be?” Eric countered.

I wanted to groan in frustration. Sometimes I wanted to throw up my hands and shout out, MEN! They can be so frustrating at times. Grrr…

“No,” I retorted. “I want my proposal to be special. Something that will make me remember it for a really long time,” I replied.

I could tell that I had given Eric something to think about. That was good, I thought.

“You are still moving in with me, marriage or not,” Eric replied back, stubbornly. “I can not propose to you in a way that you will remember as being special, if you are not alive. No excuses,” he could tell that an objection was on the tip of my tongue. “I do not care if I have to drag you out of the house by your toes.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, sure you will,” I had the nerve to say.

That was how I ended up being carried out to Eric’s red Corvette, tossed over his shoulder, like a caveman.

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