Dead on New Years Chapter 4

Our rendezvous point was the parking lot of a long abandoned factory about 3 miles from Fangtasia. Bill had brought Eric’s car clothes for each of us and some wooden stakes for me. I got changed in the limo while Eric paid the terrified human driver. There looked to be a group of about 30 vampires gathered, some of whom I hadn’t seen at the party. It was about 1:45a.m. and Eric gave instructions to the group and warned that we didn’t know how many vampires Lars would be bringing. Everyone seemed to know where they were supposed to be and what was expected of them, except me. I was leaning on Pam’s car and waiting for Eric to come back to me (I couldn’t really lean on the Vette, and the BMW was parked next to it).

Eric made it back to me and had to answer his cell- Felipe was finally calling back. He explained all that was going on and said he’d call him when everything was over. He smiled at me with a little fang showing and pulled me into a heated kiss. Vampires. Fights turned them on, before and after. When he released me I asked, “Where do you want me Eric?”

He laughed, “I want you very far away from here. Perhaps in my bed at home naked and waiting for me. If you are going to stay, like I know you will, I want you to feed from me and be strong, but you probably won’t do that either. So, I think what you meant to ask, is where will I ask you to go since I know you won’t leave?” I smiled. “I want you to go with Pam,” he sighed. “I will lead the attack and Bill will be close behind, but I’d like you and Pam to hold back with the second wave. I want you to listen to see if there are any humans among Lars’ party and see if you can get a sense of their plan, or if they have anything interesting up their sleeves. Pam will protect you. Bubba will be with the second wave as well. He would never let anything happen to you.”

He kissed me again and I was expecting it to be passionate and hungry, but it was gentle and sweet. He ran his tongue over my lower lip and then leaned down and kissed my pulse. I whispered, “Take care of yourself.”

We carpooled towards Fangtasia, being careful to park several blocks away and walk towards the club. We weren’t sure where Lars and his crew were hiding, or if they would just pull up to the club and jump out of their cars, so at every intersection Eric and a couple of vamps would take a good sniff to be sure they didn’t smell any strange vamps in the air. It was just before 2:30 a.m. and we had the bar surrounded. It seemed that Lars and the gang must be coming by car, because none of our vamps smelled them in the air. Eric was hiding just across the street from Fangtasia and Pam and I were about a block back, but with her vamp hearing we would know when the action started.

Pam cocked her head and began a running commentary – “They’ve shut off the big sign, the electric hum has stopped. The door should be opening any minute… There’s the door. Bran is singing some song about a bonnie lassie…” I could hear the voices of some of the other Fangtasia guests filling the parking lot, and then I heard tires screeching. “Four cars out front,” Pam said, “Two out back I think.” We started walking up as battle cries began and I heard people running in all directions.

As we got to the intersection across from the bar I could see that the fight was in full swing. Pam was right, there were four large SUV’s out front with all of their doors hanging open. Vamps were fighting and throwing each other everywhere. There were already some piles of bloody vampire goo, but there was no way to tell who had met their final death. I was listening for humans in the area, but it seemed to be just me. Pam was watching intently. I saw Eric swinging his sword at a vampire that looked like a typical Floridian – khaki pants, golf shirt and loafers – no socks. A bubble of laughter came up in my throat and Pam looked at me like I was crazy. “Sookie – are you ok? We’ll need to go in to the fight soon.” I nodded my head as I watched Eric finish off the vamp and move to another target. It seemed our side was winning, but it was hard to tell.

“Ready?” Pam asked.

I knew she was a little worried about me, so I answered firmly, “Ready.” We began running across the street and since I really didn’t entirely know who was who, I only went after the vamps that were attacking the people I knew. Bran was fighting 3 big vamps when a fourth tried to get into the mix. I got in front of him, and I think he got a good whiff of my humanness. He paused just enough for me to bring my stake up and get him in the chest. There was goo all over me as I moved to find another target.

Pam was doing some crazy karate moves on another female vamp but she had things under control. Eric was chasing two vamps around the building, but he seemed to be holding his own. Bill looked like he had taken a serious beating and there were still two vamps attacking him. I slid in beside him to help out. He looked a little offended until I kicked one of the vamps in the chest so hard he fell on his butt. Before I could move over him Bill had staked him and we focused on the next one. We worked well as a team and finished off three more of Lars vamps before I heard a loud whistle and what was left of the group from Florida headed for the SUV’s.

I was looking for Eric everywhere when Pam grabbed my arm and pulled me into the bar and led me to the office. I had some cuts and bruises and I think I broke a rib, Bill seemed to have broken his arm again and Pam’s ankle was the size of a softball, but Eric, oh Lord. When I saw him Pam had to hold me back. “Slowly Sookie,” she said in my ear. He was seated on the couch and covered in blood. I couldn’t really tell where it was all coming from. His nose was clearly broken and he had huge deep gashes on both arms. His chest looked like it had been raked by animal claws. Somehow he had lost his shoes and his feet were ravaged.

I walked slowly and held my hand out to him. His eyes were glazed over and his fangs were still out. Pam stayed at my side with a hand on my elbow. I was sending waves of calm through the bond, hoping I was doing it right. As we got close to him he seemed to calm. He closed his eyes and breathed in our scents. He opened his eyes and blinked several times before saying my name, “Sookie?”

My heart was breaking in my chest. He seemed so lost. “Yes lover,” I said as I kneeled in front of him. I pushed his hair from his face, “What do you need Eric? What can I do?” He glanced at Pam and then back at me and picked me up to sit on his lap. He just kept breathing in my scent and running his fingers through my hair. I could feel him relaxing.

I was looking at Pam trying to figure out what to do when he seemed to snap out of it. “Sookie, why are you worried about me?” he said with a little smile, “I will heal quickly, what of you? Are you injured?” As he spoke I could see Pam relax.

I sighed as I snuggled on his lap, “I think I have a broken rib or two, but I’m ok.” I suddenly felt self-conscious about the blood from my small cuts, but Eric didn’t seem to notice. He whispered in my ear, “I will heal you later if you will let me lover.” I nodded, hoping to put off the fight about taking more of his blood until we were in private. He was stroking my hair and began asking Pam for reports.

Apparently we’d lost 5 of our vamps in the fight, but based on her estimate of the “carnage” (her word) they’d lost at least 15 vamps before they pulled out. Bill came in to report that he’d spoken with Jerome and Brandon. Both had been able to beat the Florida vamps back to retreat as well. They were still tallying their losses, but thanked Eric for the warning and the plan of attack. Felicia knocked on the door and told us that Aclide was on the phone. Eric motioned to Pam and she took the call but spoke quietly and I could not hear her. Her face was blank so I could not tell if Alcide was giving good news or bad news. Then she squinted a little, rolled her eyes and looked at Eric and me. She spoke up, “Alcide, Sookie and Eric are busy. I wouldn’t recommend contacting her in the future.” And then she hung up the phone. I couldn’t understand why no one would let me speak for myself. She looked at Eric, “The Were’s are fine. Several losses, but the major players are fine.” Eric nodded and asked Pam to see that the carnage, as she called it, was taken care of.

When we were alone in the office I could see that Eric was healing slowly. He called Felipe, to let him know we were all victorious, but it was brief. It was really hurting to breathe by now and Eric seemed to sense it through the bond. He stood up, taking me in his arms, and looked at me tenderly, “Lover, forgive me if I don’t feel like letting you go home tonight. I want to take care of you, let’s go to my home.” I nodded, “Eric please, just take me to your place or take me to the hospital, I’m really hurting.”

He drove me home in the Vette faster than humanly possible. I was kind of out of it, but I realized that his driveway was gated and he had to enter a security code to get in. He carried me into the house and I wasn’t able to notice much about it. Damn broken ribs. I was crying now from the pain, but trying not to sob because it hurt too much, and because then Eric would see how human I was. He carried me through the house and into a large room. As he shut the door he entered a code again and it felt like the air even stilled in the room. Eric was laying me on the bed and pulling my clothes off and the tears were just rolling down my face. Then suddenly, he was behind me in a pair of boxers and holding me against his chest-it was a replay of Mississippi but I was in much more pain and unbelievably he wasn’t aroused, or at least not much by Eric’s standards. I was struggling to breathe and cry, but still doing both when I heard that awful crunching noise and he put his bleeding wrist in front of my mouth. I had fully planned on arguing with him, but the pain of broken ribs was too much for me. I latched on to his wrist and drank to the sound of his sigh. He was rubbing his hands through my hair and kissing my neck and now I could feel just how aroused he was behind me.

As I drank I felt myself starting to feel better and breathe easier. When I felt better physically I also began to feel better sexually. Feeling Eric behind me, being so sweet, fueled my desire. I licked his wrist where I had been drinking and moved his hand down to the front of my thong. He groaned and began stroking me lightly. I wiggled a little to rub against him and he moved aside my tiny underwear to touch my skin. I gasped a little when he put two fingers inside of me. I was holding onto his thighs to steady myself with one hand and had the other hand in his hair. I turned my head so that we could kiss. I was running my tongue along his lips and moving against his hand which also made me move against his shaft as well. His other hand had moved to my breast and his tongue began invading my mouth and thrusting in and out. Sweet heaven this man could kiss. The whole experience was so erotic with him in front of me and behind me at the same time I was struggling to breathe again. Then he pulled away from kissing my mouth and moved to devour my ear. At the same time he moved his hand from my breast to join his other hand at my center and I went over the edge. I think I was screaming his name and I’m certain I was crying again.

My body was still quaking when he lifted me with a growl and brought me down on his length. I felt like a ragdoll but I was coming again and I could hardly hold my head up as he was moving my body up and down to thrust into me. I had to hold my breasts because they were bouncing everywhere, but the pleasure was so great I didn’t really care. This position was a new one for me; I had never felt so filled before. When I was able to think clearly I was savoring the feeling of him inside of me and sitting behind me so his chest would touch my back. He was whispering in my ear in a language that I didn’t recognize. His movements became more frantic and I knew he was close. I tilted my head to offer my neck to him. He seemed to hesitate, but then he sank his teeth into me and began to suck as he pulled me down against him. We came together and I was crying his name. Then he was licking my neck and I was leaning against his shoulder because I really couldn’t hold my head up anymore. He moved us to lie down on the bed, and as he pulled out of me I moaned, but adjusted myself to lay with my head on his chest. “Feel better lover?” he said sweetly. I sat up a little and looked him in the eyes, “Eric that was amazing.” He laughed loudly and began stroking my hair. Quietly he said, “I was afraid for you lover, it was distracting to have you in the battle tonight.”

“Is that what happened to you?”

“No, lover. I chased those two vamps around back only to find 4 more waiting for me.” I gasped a little and he continued, “I am a strong vampire, but six against one is just poor odds. Luckily Igor came out the backdoor and helped me take them out, but they had been hitting me in the head with something before he got there, so I was pretty out of it.”

“Oh, Eric.” I put my hands on either side of his face. He put his finger to my lips and continued, “I tried to go back out front to find you, but Igor dragged me into my office and went to help finish the battle.” He shook his head, “Rather embarrassing for the Sheriff not to finish the fight. Pam will get a good laugh out of it.”

I wanted to tell him that he was in no shape to fight when I saw him, but somehow I knew that those were words that you NEVER said to a vampire. “What will happen now?” I asked. “Will Felipe come back or send someone to deal with Lars?”

“Honestly I do not know. Lars will have to face a tribunal at the High Court, but that is not scheduled for months from now. When I spoke to Felipe he said he would deal with it from here on out, so that’s all I know.” I sighed and put my head down on his chest. Vampire politics were a never ending thing. I had a feeling I would never be free of them. Eric was stroking my back and as I drifted to sleep I thought I heard him whisper, “Dream of me lover, forget the cursed Scot.”