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07 September 2009 @ 08:52 pm
Enough for Now, ch. 7  
Title: Enough for Now
Fandom: Southern Vampire Mysteries
Rating: NC-17
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 for the lateness. School's back in session. :( Enjoy this one!

Story begins here: Chapter One


Chapter Seven

When I woke up the next day, the room was still dark. I was mildly disoriented until I remembered that we were in a light tight hotel room and not my decidedly bright bedroom. I swiveled my head to look at the clock and was surprised to see it was nearly three in the afternoon. That was late even for me. But then again it’s not often that I’m awake until dawn. I stretched catlike when I remembered exactly why I had been up until dawn. It felt good; I was hardly sore at all. I chalked that up to all the vampire blood I’d had recently. In that moment I was secretly thankful for it too. Being with Eric was certainly an experience and I was determined to give as good as I got. I smiled at the thought.

That grin faded when I remembered that Eric was not in the bed with me but in his travel coffin across the room. With the light tight room it was theoretically possible for him to rest in the bed, but with the attack the night before Eric thought it was best if he stayed in the coffin during the day. From the way he’d said good night to me at dawn I could he was as angry about the prospect as I was. Stupid vampires. Stupid greedy vampires. I was consoled by the fact that sunset was rapidly approaching and Eric would be up soon. Goodness knew that I didn’t want to be cooped up in that hotel room for long. Eric hadn’t asked me specifically to stay in the room until he woke. We did have a guard on the door after all. But after all that had happened I wasn’t about to leave him when he was at his most vulnerable. If Felipe wanted Eric dead he’d have to get through me first.

With that cheery thought I crawled out of bed and headed for the shower. As I dried off, I examined the bite mark on my shoulder. It was nearly completely healed. Good. I could wear one of my new strapless tops. I pulled out the ice blue one and added a black denim skirt. I blew dry my hair and brushed it out so that it fell in waves around my shoulders. Just a hint of make up and I was ready to face the day.

I flipped on a lamp and the TV after I emerged from the bathroom. It was a tad early for the news so I watched Oprah instead. My stomach was growling so I ordered one of those famous New York pizzas for lunch. When it arrived, I said hello to our guard (a Were as it turned out) and found out that my friend from the night before had not been found yet. The guard assured me there was no reason to worry yet, New York was a big place after all. But I had a sinking feeling that the search would be for naught. Even if the girl was found, I wasn’t confident that she’d be found alive. But then again stranger things had happened.

I dug into my pizza and watched Oprah interview some random movie star. I had no idea who the guy was. He was reasonably attractive, if you liked the dark hair and eyes look. I mentally compared him to my blond haired, blue eyed Viking and found him wanting. Oh well, no one’s perfect. The guy was answering the ever embarrassing boxers or briefs question (boxer-briefs as it happened) when my cell phone rang. I found it on the night stand and flipped it open. It was Amelia.

“Hey, Amelia,” I said.

“How’d you know it was me?” she asked. “Oh wait, caller ID. Never mind.”

I laughed. “Was there something you wanted, Amelia?”

“Well, I do have some news, but I want to know how New York is first.”

“Not much to tell, really. I haven’t left the hotel since we arrived.”

“Oh,” she replied. “The Viking keeping you busy then?” she asked. I could practically hear her grin.

I couldn’t help but grin back. “Amelia, we’ve only been here for a day. We’ve had one reception with the Queen. Honestly, I’ve only really had time to do that and sleep.”

“What’s the Queen like?”

“I like her. She’s beautiful with dark hair and gorgeous skin. She reminds me of Ava Gardner actually. Oh and she’s Scottish. She and Eric have known each other for a while.”

That peaked her curiosity. “Really? How long?”

“Several centuries,” I said casually. It surprised me just how much my perception of time had changed since I’d met Bill. Now thinking in terms of centuries instead of decades didn’t seem so far fetched. It was still a hell of a long time though.

Clearly, Amelia had not reached the same point. “Centuries?!” she screeched. “Well damn.” She paused. “Do you think they were ever a thing?”

I thought about that for a second. I remembered Gabriel. “No. Definitely not.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” As briefly as I could I told her Eliza’s story. I managed to do it without crying this time thankfully.

“Wow,” Amelia breathed when I was finished. “That’s so…depressing.”

“Tell me about it. I think she was trying to warn me.”

“Warn you? Why would she do that?”

“Well, it only took her about half a second to realize that Eric and I are blood bonded. I guess she wanted to make sure I knew all the implications of what that means.”

“That makes sense. Pain like that can’t be fun. And to have it for eternity…”

I sighed. “Yeah.” I didn’t really want to get into my subsequent conversation with Eric just then so I changed the subject. “In other news, we got attacked at the party.”

“Attacked?! And you waited until now to tell me because…”

“It wasn’t that big a deal, really. Some fangbanger tried to keep me occupied when her vamp boy toy went after Eric. I got away from her and warned Eric in time. Eric tossed him across the room onto a torch, right through the heart.”

“Wow,” Amelia said for the second time. “Remind me not to piss Eric off. Ever.”

“Yeah, well I’m pretty sure our would-be assassins were sent by Felipe. I heard the girl say something about carting me off to Vegas.”

“That asshole’s bound and determined, isn’t he? What are you going to do?” Amelia asked in a worried voice.

“I don’t know. This thing is so much bigger than me, Amelia. But I’ll be damned if I’m just gonna let him take me without a fight.”

“Eric won’t either, I’m sure. If there’s anything I can do from this end, you let me know. Speaking of, I have news.”

“What’s up?”

“I think – think, mind you – that I’ve got a solution to your fairy problem.”

“That’s great! What is it?”

“Well, I was checking in on Bill like you asked me to and after assuring him that you’d gotten to New York alright, we chatted for a bit. I explained my problem with the fairy locator thing and he had an idea that might work. I just need to test it.”

I didn’t like the sound of that. “What do you mean test it?”

“It’s a blood born spell. I use either your blood – or Jason’s – to track others of your blood. You said this fairy’s related to you, right? Well, if we’re right then I can track him via his blood. I could kick myself because it’s so simple. Of course it took a vampire to figure it out. But I want to test it first. And since you’re in the Big Apple…”

“OK, so we’ll test it when Eric and I get back. I just hope it works. I want this fairy stuff behind me.”

“I don’t blame you one bit.”

I glanced at the clock. It was almost six. “Listen, Amelia, sunset’s in a few minutes. I’ll talk to you soon. And tell Bill I said thank you.”

“Will do. Be careful.”

We hung up and I finished off the last of my pizza. It was cold by then, but it was still good. I was setting the tray outside the room when the room phone rang. “What is it now?” I grumbled.

I reached for the receiver. “Hello?”

“Miss Stackhouse? This is Drew, Mr. De Castro’s day man in Las Vegas.”

“Hello, Drew. What can I do for you?” It took them nearly twelve hours to check on us, real considerate of them.

“I understand that you and Mr. Northman were attacked last night?”

I sighed. Thank you, Captain Obvious. “Yes, we were. But we’re both fine.” I put special emphasis on the “fine” part. Jerk.

“Yes, well, Mr. De Castro is quite outraged that his emissary was openly attacked. He’s lodged a formal complaint.”

I rolled my eyes. “That’s very kind of him. But we’re fine.”

“Mr. De Castro has requested that your lodgings be changed. He feels that your safety is compromised.”

Yeah, I bet he did. “Please tell the King that the Queen has taken good care of us. We’ve been guarded since the incident. And kindly remind His Majesty that Mr. Northman is over a thousand years old, and capable of taking care of himself.”

Drew sounded like he didn’t know what to say to that. “Well, if you’re sure, Miss Stackhouse…”

“I am.”

“Yes, well, your new instructions should be arriving in the next day or so. Have a nice day.”

Drew hung up on me. The gall of Felipe was mind boggling. First he sets us up and tries to kill Eric. Then when that fails he tries to move us to a more vulnerable location. Well, Felipe could take his concern and outrage and shove where the sun didn’t shine! I slammed down the phone in disgust.

“Problem, lover?”

I nearly jumped out of my skin. I whirled around to see Eric climbing out of his coffin. “Eric! Don’t scare me like that!”

He merely grinned at me. Right then I wanted nothing more than to smack that grin right off his face. He walked over to me and placed a kiss on my forehead. He nodded at the phone. “Trouble?”

I sighed. “Not exactly. It was Felipe’s day man in Vegas. He wanted to know how we were.”

“Considerate of him.”

I shrugged. “Yeah, well apparently, Felipe has – and I quote – ‘lodged a formal complaint’ and he wants us moved to a different hotel.”

“Hm. Interesting. And how did you respond?”

“You mean, did I jump down his throat? No, I merely said that we were fine and perfectly happy staying here.”

Eric grinned. “We’ll make a vampire of you yet, Sookie.”

“Hmph. I wouldn’t count your chickens just yet, Eric. So now what?”

“Did Drew say anything else?”

“Yeah, something about our ‘instructions’ arriving in the next day or so. What does that mean?”

“It means the game just got more interesting,” Eric replied mysteriously. I could tell that on some level Eric was enjoying this cat and mouse game with Felipe. It was a game he was determined to win, of course, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy it at the same time. Eric was nothing if not a schemer. It was fascinating to watch him move his chess pieces. Although as one of those chess pieces, I could attest it wasn’t a particularly fun gig at this end. I just wanted to get out of this more or less intact.

Since there wasn’t much for us do until the mysterious “instructions” arrived, we decided to have a night out. Or rather, Pam decreed that we were going out. Judging from the look Eric gave me when he stepped out of the shower he’d have liked nothing more than stay in, but Pam pointed out that she hadn’t some all this way to remain cooped up on some hotel. I mentioned that I’d always wanted to see the Statue of Liberty and the Empire State Building. Eric took our pleading good naturedly and ordered a limousine for us.

We went to a restaurant near Washington Square that was far too upscale for our attire, but Eric slipped the maître d’ a couple of hundred dollar bills, and we were seated in a slightly secluded table toward the back. I was kind of embarrassed, but Pam laughed heartily. “You need to lighten up, Sookie,” she informed me.

I glanced around nervously. “But Pam, we don’t belong here. Look at us!”

“And what’s wrong with us?” she countered. “Honestly, Sookie, what’s the point in living if you can’t shock people every once in a while?” She winked at me mischievously.

I wasn’t accustomed to being a person who went out of their way to stand out. I spent most of my time trying to blend in. But that was hard to do when you were with the likes of Eric and Pam. So I decided to stop worrying and enjoy myself for once. I ate a light dinner while Pam and Eric drank their expensive bottled blood. I stayed out of our fellow diners’ heads for the most part, but it was hard. There were so many of them and each and every one was interested in us. Eric noticed my concentration and laid a hand on my thigh. The blissful quiet of his head filled me and dinner continued without incident.

After dinner we parted ways. Pam wanted to check out a show on Broadway. After the restaurant, I didn’t really relish being among a crowd so Eric and I headed for the Empire State Building. Since the Great Revelation most tourist attractions had extended their visiting hours and the Empire State Building was no exception. The limo dropped us off at the entrance and I stood transfixed looking up toward the top. It was dark so the building was only a dark shape against the night sky, but it was impressive anyway.

“Sookie? It’s even more impressive at the top, I promise,” Eric said, coaxing me toward the door.

“Oh, right,” I mumbled as I got my feet under me.

To someone as unworldly as me, the interior was just as impressive as the outside. The 1930s décor made everything look shiny and new. I imagined folks dressed as I’d seen in old gangster movies wandering the halls. We took the elevator up and up. There were only a few other people touring the building this late. When they got off at the 86th floor, I made to follow them. Eric grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I raised an eyebrow questioningly. He pointed up and grinned. OK, I guess he was serious when he said we were going to the top. Finally the doors opened and we stepped out.

I was not prepared for the view. I didn’t know where to look first. Everywhere I looked I saw the yellow, red, blue and green twinkling lights of the city. The panorama was broken by the darkness of the rivers. I could faintly hear the car horns and other traffic sounds below us. I ran to the railing and looked down. I stepped back almost immediately. Oh boy was that a long way down. I’d never fancied myself afraid of heights but then again, I’d never been this far up before. It was an interesting sensation. I shivered.

Eric came up behind me and put an arm across my shoulders. I immediately felt better, more connected to the ground. Kind of ironic considering Eric could fly. I slipped an arm around his waist and sighed.

“Better now?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah, thanks.”

Eric spent the next hour pointing out the various landmarks, an impressive feat in the dark. The sheer size of the city made me feel small, very small. I was just a girl from a small backward town in Louisiana, what on earth was I doing here? After explaining the rivalry between the builders of the Empire State Building and the Chrysler Building, I decided to ask a very personal question.

“Eric, why’d you come to Louisiana?” When he didn’t answer right away, I continued, “I mean you’re not even from this continent. You’ve probably been everywhere. Why Shreveport, of all places?”

He looked down at me. “You really want to know my personal history, Sookie?”

“Hey, you know most everything about me. I’m not asking for the nuclear launch codes or anything. Just one story. Please.”

His voice took on that otherworldly tone I’d heard once before, when he’d told me about his wife and children. “Very well. I came to this continent over a hundred years ago. Stepped off the boat just over there.” He pointed in the direction of the Statue of Liberty. I stared, trying to imagine Eric entering the country the same way as thousands upon thousand of other immigrants. “Vampires were still little more than children’s nightmares. Pam and I spent the most of the voyage in the cargo hold. It was the only place that was completely out of the sunlight. She chafed at the restriction, but she was still relatively young then.” He smiled fondly at the memory.

“Where were you coming from?” I asked.

“We set sail from Cherbourg. It was a long journey, especially for Pam. Since she was still young she needed more blood than I did, but with the cramped quarters it was difficult to hunt. We couldn’t hunt too often lest we draw attention to ourselves.”

I mused that I should have been horrified at the casual, almost nostalgic, way Eric talked about hunting. And by hunting, of course, he meant killing people. But I wasn’t. He was a vampire. Blood, most specifically human blood, was what sustained vampires. And before those Japanese scientists stepped in the only way for a vampire to get human blood was directly from the source. It was like PETA telling a lion not to hunt the antelope. The lion was only doing what came naturally. So was killing people bad? Yes, it was. But judging Eric for doing what came naturally when he’d had no alternative short of starvation was equally bad.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I almost missed the rest of Eric’s story. “When the ship docked, we had to wait until nightfall to disembark. We spent the next several years here in New York. Here we could exist in relative obscurity; hardly anyone noticed when people went missing.”

“So how did you go from turn of the century New York to 21st century Shreveport? Seems like a bit of step down to me,” I teased.

Eric raised an eyebrow. “Are you complaining, Miss Stackhouse?” he asked in an amused voice.

“Nope, just curious is all.”

“Let’s just say it was an offer I couldn’t refuse,” he said.

That tone made me immediately suspicious. “It wasn’t Sophie Ann, was it?”

He knew where my thoughts were going. He tipped my face to so he could look me in the eye, even though it was nearly pitch black. “No, Sookie. I came to Louisiana long before you were even born. I am not Bill Compton.”

I was thoroughly ashamed of myself. It was the second time in as many weeks that I’d doubted Eric’s intentions toward me. He’d never been anything but straightforward with me. When he wanted me, I knew it. When he was annoyed with me, I knew it. When I walked into a room, he was happy. I knew all of this before we were bonded. So what the hell was wrong with me? If I couldn’t trust Eric, then I couldn’t trust anyone.

I looked back up at him. “I know you’re not, Eric. I’m sorry.”

He smiled that dazzling smile. Then he gave me one of those toe curling kisses. And for just a second all was right in our world.

Chapter Eight: michellemtsu.livejournal.com/35512.html#cutid1
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The Resident Vampire: TB - Eric/Sookie - Be alone with youvamp926 on September 8th, 2009 02:43 am (UTC)
I really love this story. And I'm glad you updated tonight. I was ready other stories on FF was was wondering when you would update next! :D
michellemtsu: Eric/Sookiemichellemtsu on September 8th, 2009 02:57 am (UTC)
I was actually read to update yesterday, but my internet was down. :( Glad you're enjoying it! :)
sanisanaazzy on September 9th, 2009 01:57 am (UTC)
Oh i love these! hope you update soon;)
michellemtsu: Alexander Skarsgard 4michellemtsu on September 9th, 2009 02:31 am (UTC)