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21 August 2009 @ 10:41 pm
Enough for Now, ch. 4  
Title: Enough for Now
Fandom: Southern Vampire Mysteries
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Everything through Dead and Gone is fair game!
Disclaimer: I wish they belonged to me.
Summary: As Eric and Sookie try and pick up the pieces, they find threats both within and without...
Author's note: Sorry about the lateness everyone! I got distracted by a naked Viking, I'm sure you understand and sympathize! :)


Chapter Four

I sat back in the luxurious first class seat and closed my eyes. It had been a tiring few days. Turns out that deciding to due the King Vamp’s biding and actually leaving were very different things. And the frustrating thing was it was the little things that took so much out of you.

My royalty meeting wardrobe had gone up in flames when our hotel had been bombed in Rhodes. In light of our impending visit, Eric thought it prudent that I get some new clothes. As usual, I tried to argue with him, but caved when he said that everything was going on Felipe’s tab. I was more than willing to take any chance to stick it to that bastard. He was going his level best to make my life hell; it was only fair I do the same to him. So Pam and I went on a shopping spree. We raided all the upscale stores in Shreveport and Monroe. We had so much fun doing it that I almost forgot that I was about to put myself front and center in vamp politics once again. Pam was back to her usual snarking self, thankfully. I suspected that the new clothes were not the only reason for her mood. Though she never said anything, I think she was relieved that I was giving Eric a chance.

Unfortunately for my equilibrium, Pam and Amelia were the only ones who were happy about that. When I arrived at Merlotte’s for my shift the day after the near fight, Sam refused to speak to me. I had to corner him in his office to tell him that Eric and I were going to New York for a few days. I apologized for the short notice and offered to put in some double shifts when I returned, but Sam would have none of it. He was so short with me that I wasn’t even sure I had a job any longer. I hoped it would blow over by the time I got back. I needed my job.

Bill hadn’t taken the news well either. He tried mightily to rise from his sick bed, but he only wore himself out trying. I chided him about needing his rest, but he was adamant that he was fine. I could tell he wasn’t though. He was oddly formal with me, wishing me a safe journey. The light that usually shown in his eyes during my visits had dimmed considerably. It was a look of defeat and resignation to things he couldn’t change. I hurriedly promised that Amelia would be in to check on him while I was gone and left. I may not love Bill as I once did, but it still hurt to see him in pain.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew we were landing at JFK. I looked out the window and was greeted by a brilliantly blue sky. I grinned at the sight. Maybe this trip wouldn’t be so bad after all. I got off the plane and headed for the baggage claim. I made sure our luggage got loaded into the cab and that Pam and Eric’s coffins were loaded into the accompanying van. It was mid afternoon when we landed; it would be a few hours until my vampires rose. I gave both drivers the address of our hotel and got into the cab. The next two hours were spent getting acquainted with New York traffic. It was insane. I’d never seen anything like it and I’ve been to some reasonably large cities. Dallas looked like a backwater in comparison to the Big Apple. The streets were packed with cars and the sidewalks were covered in pedestrians. My helpful cabbie, recognizing an out-of-towner when he saw one, pointed out some of the skyscrapers as we snaked our way in and out of bumper-to-bumper traffic. It was kind of terrifying actually, because he seemed more interested in my reaction than on actually watching the road. His heavily accented English (I think he was Russian, but it was difficult to tell) made it virtually impossible to understand half of what he was saying anyway. I managed to smile and nod a lot, keeping my inner turmoil to myself.

The Dracul Hotel (gee, could the vamps be more obvious?) was just down the street from the Waldorf Astoria. It was the premiere vampire accommodation in Manhattan. At least that’s what my cabbie said. Nowhere near as ostentatious as the Pyramid, it was sleek and modern, rising thirty stories into the New York skyline. According to Felipe, the Queen kept a permanent residence in the penthouse. Pam had told me that Donald Trump had been after the Queen to move into Trump Tower, but I wasn’t sure I believed her. At any rate, as soon as we pulled into the drive, a porter in a midnight blue uniform pulled open my door and gestured for me to exit. I paid my fare, climbed out of the cab and plastered on my nervous smile.

“Could you direct my to the registration desk?” I asked politely.

He smiled kindly back at me. “Of course, miss. Just through those doors straight ahead, you can’t miss it.”


“My pleasure,” he replied. “We’ll have your baggage brought to your room momentarily.”

“There are two coffins in the van behind…” I turned to point to it and found it wasn’t there. I groaned. “We must have gotten separated in the traffic,” I said worriedly.

The porter (his name badge said George) gave me a sympathetic smile. “Don’t worry, miss. It happens all the time around here. I’ll make sure they’re delivered properly. I’m sure they’ll be here soon.”

I sighed in relief. The last thing I needed was for Pam and Eric to get lost. “Thank you so much.”

“No problem, Miss…”


“Ah. Welcome to New York, Miss Stackhouse.”

I headed into the hotel and made a beeline for the registration desk. The receptionist was a redhead in her early thirties. She was smartly dressed in a white blouse and a midnight blue skirt. She smiled as I approached. So far this trip was turning out a lot differently than I expected.

“How may I help you?” she asked.

“Um, I have a reservation for two rooms. Should be under the name Northman.”

The receptionist punched a few keys at her computer terminal. “Ah yes, here we are. 2448 and 2449.” She printed out a few forms which I signed and returned. She handed me the two sets of keys. “The elevator is over there to your right. Please enjoy your stay with us.”

I smiled nervously back at her. “I’m sure we will. Thanks.”

As I walked to the elevator, I got my first proper look around. The inside was just was sleek and modern as the outside. Lots of dark colors offset by deep gold. No black though. The elevator dinged and I stepped into it. I pressed the button for the twenty-fourth floor and waited. Thirty seconds later the bell dinged again and I stepped out into the hall. Here the colors were brighter, mostly yellow and off white. According to the sign across from the elevator, our rooms were to the right. I followed the corridor and quickly found our rooms. I hoped I had gotten there before Pam and Eric.

I had. As I inspected both rooms, I discovered that one was clearly intended for a human and a vampire and the other was…not. Typical. Both rooms had beds, but one was a king, the other was considerably smaller. The windows in each were retrofitted with retractable covers to make them light tight. The larger room had two refrigerators: one filled with alcohol, soda and water and the other with True Blood. I was about to open a bottle of water when there was a knock at the door. I answered it and came face to face with George again.

“Where would like these, Miss Stackhouse?” he asked.

Behind him lay our bags, both coffins and a veritable army of porters. I spent the next few minutes directing traffic, getting Pam and her things in her room and Eric’s and mine in ours. I tipped each of the porters generously and thanked George again as they left. I closed the door behind me and then set to work unpacking our suitcases. Who knew how long we were going to be here? I was hoping it would only be a few days, but I knew better. My stomach was growling so I called downstairs for a late lunch.

I finished unpacking just as my meal arrived. It smelled heavenly. I turned on the television, flipping through the unfamiliar channels as I ate my lasagna. I settled on a rerun of CSI and watched Gil Grissom solve a gruesome murder. A second episode had begun by the time I realized it was nearly sunset. Eric would be awake soon. I didn’t know if the traveling would make him hungrier than normal when he woke up. Was that normal for a vampire? I put a bottle of True Blood in the microwave just in case.

A few minutes later I heard Eric begin to stir. I turned to look at the coffin just as the lid came up. Eric sat up and looked around taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. He smiled when he saw me sitting on the bed staring.

“Hello, lover,” he said.

“Hey. It’s about time you joined the rest of us weary travelers,” I teased.

Eric was out of the coffin in a flash. “The trip was not too taxing, I hope?” he asked, brushing a kiss across my lips before I could answer him.

“It was fine. I managed to sleep on the plane,” I murmured before going in for another kiss.

Eric abruptly pulled away from me. I groaned in disappointment. “We have all night, Sookie. But the Queen is expecting us.”

“Buzzkill.” He arched an eyebrow. “Oh come on, everyone knows that expression! Party pooper? Killjoy?” Eric still looked confused. “You’ve lived here for how long? Shouldn’t you know some basic American idioms by now?”

Eric grinned. “I know a great many things, Sookie. Perhaps I’ll get to show you some of them later tonight.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “But for now, the Queen is waiting.”

I grinned back at him and went to get changed. The sooner we saw the Queen the better.

Current Location: Fangtasia
Current Mood: excitedexcited
Current Music: Eleanor Rigby - The Beatles
Girlnorth: true blood eric/sookie forever smiley ergirlnorth on August 22nd, 2009 03:24 pm (UTC)
I'm enjoying this. Looking forward to seeing what New York has in store for them.
michellemtsu: Eric/Sookie - Kissmichellemtsu on August 22nd, 2009 06:12 pm (UTC)
Thanks! :)
"il dolce far niente": Heartwood Floggerssilken_shadow on September 29th, 2009 01:11 am (UTC)
So far so very good. Your "voicing" is very good.

One thing, though: Are the rooms supposed to be adjoining? In every hotel I've stayed in on 3 continents, adjoining rooms would both be either ood numbered or even numbered as they're on the same side of the hall, i.e. 2448 8 2450. If you ever do any retro editing, you might want to tweak that.
michellemtsu: Alexander Skarsgard 2michellemtsu on September 29th, 2009 01:25 am (UTC)

I can't believe I did that! I envisioned the rooms across the hall from one another. I bet I have it right in my hand written version and typed it wrong. Ugh. I'll have to go back and check. But you're right. I'll fix it ASAP! Thanks for catching it!