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At The Mercy Of His Emotions	By : TwilightKey17 Category: S through Z > True Blood Views: 4151 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own True Blood, or any of True Blood's fabulous characters. I make no profit from this story, I just like to play with Eric/Sookie for fun.

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Chapter 3: “Perhaps I’ll grow on you.”
As I walked to the doors of Fangtasia my eyes focused on Pam. She was dressed in a black leather and red lace ensemble; her usual “work attire.” She looked like what most people imagine a Vampire to look like; the mainstream media version of a Vampire. If they saw Pam in her everyday attire they might not be able to recognize her. She doesn’t quite look human, no Vampire could pass for human, not with the translucent appearance to their skin, but she does look more…“normal.”
I think Pam smells me before she sees me. Once she does see me she makes sure to look at me from top to bottom before she smirks in approval. This should probably bother me more than it does, but at this point in my relationship with Pam I take it more as a compliment; and I’m slightly flattered instead. I walk past the line, as I have become accustomed to lately, and I can feel the dirty looks on my back as I walk straight up to Pam.
“Sookie… What can our humble establishment do for you today? Or should I say its owner?” She drew out the word “owner,” but there wasn’t a harsh tone to her voice. Instead, there was an “it’s about time” tone to her voice; it’s like she knows why I’m here better than I do.
“Where is he?” I snap back.
“He should be on the throne. I’m sure you could entice him to relocate to his office… with the right offer. “
I can’t think of anything particularly offensive or witty to reply so I just storm off like a three year old. I can hear her sinister laugh as I walk away from her.
I could feel the eyes of the Fangtasia clientele upon me. I didn’t flatter myself in thinking that I look any better than anyone else, but I do look out of place, and I don’t exactly read “fangbanger.” They could keep looking for all I cared. I came here for one reason, and if I chose to focus on all the eyes on me I might lose my nerve. They looked at me, but I would not choose to return their glances.
My eyes were only focused on his eyes. Once my eyes attached to his there was no turning back. My heart felt like it would pound out of my heart, and a part of my brain was telling me that I could turn back and live a fairly happy and pleasant life alone with a good book, but my legs wouldn’t let me leave. They continued to walk towards him despite of myself.
Eric hadn’t broken eye contact with me from the moment he first demanded it. He nodded his head slightly to the left (so slight that if you hadn’t been staring at him, as I was, it wouldn’t have been noticeable) as a sign for me, and me alone, to follow him into his office. I followed him, and I focused my steps to the pounding beat of my heart.
As my steps weighed me down I thought of all the possible reactions Eric may have once his office doors closed. Would he stay close to me, uncomfortably so, assuming that I had come here to be his? Would he be diplomatic with his approach, and pretend as if this is some sort of a business matter he is resolving? Could he be angry? I hadn’t thought of that as an option. What if Eric was upset at how long it had taken me to come see him? This new thought did nothing to calm my nerves. What if Eric realized that I’m not worth the trouble? The thought that Eric may no longer want me caused my insides to hurt. I always thought that this was my choice to make, but I’ve never thought that he could choose not to want me.
I thought myself into oblivion, and before I knew it Eric had already closed the door behind us. I could feel him by my side, I could hear him smell me, and I could see him walk away. He didn’t sit behind his desk. Instead he stood in front of it holding his weight on his arms. He was giving me the choice to either stand and talk to him or sit and be face to “face” with a part of Eric that was certainly not his face. The position made every muscle in his arms more prominent. Part of me thought that he chose this position on purpose, that he knew exactly what it would do to his body and my recognition of it, but then I think that I may just be over-thinking everything.
After I decided that I was just being paranoid I noticed that I had been staring at his arms the entire time, and I saw him smirk. That made it clear that I wasn’t giving Eric too much credit, I was giving him just enough, if not too little credit. This was Eric after all. There is nothing that Eric does that he doesn’t completely think through. He is a Vampire, and while I took an awkward minute to think everything that had gone through my mind from the moment he caught my eyes, I can only imagine that he had thought at least ten times more than I had.
After another second he took pity on me and spoke first.
“What has brought you to Fangtasia this night Miss Stackhouse? Is there anything I can do, personally, to assist you?” The contexts behind his words were made very clear by the raise of his right eyebrow followed by that perfectly “Eric” smirk.
The whole moment actually made me smile, and eased my nerves. Eric could always make me forget any rare burst of shyness that can overcome by body.
“I need to talk to you.” I finally said.
“What about?” He replied swiftly.
“You know ‘what about’!” My voice rose dramatically.
“I do not pretend to know what you are here to say to me Sookie.” With this he stood up straight taking half a step towards me.
There was an edge of anger to his voice, but his eyes showed just the slightest amount of pain. Could I be the cause of Eric’s pain? I couldn’t imagine myself to be important enough to him to cause that kind of emotion in him.
“What do you want from me Eric?” I practically pleaded.
“Everything.” He stared down at me like a predator, and instead of feeling fear my heart started pounding out of excitement.
In the back of my mind something told me that my heart pounding so hard may not be a good thing while in the presence of a Vampire, but the idea that Eric could want me so desperately excited me.
“You only want me ‘cause you can’t have me!” This was meant to be more of a counter-attack, but the possible truths in my words hurt me more than they could have ever hurt him.
“That is a possibility.” Ouch. “But, I could say the same for you.”
“Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean!?”
“You want me Sookie. Don’t deny it, and don’t blame it on my blood. And if you cannot blame it on the effects of my blood you have no sense of why you, in fact, want me. Would it not be fair for me to assume that you want me because you do not have me?”
“It’s not the same!” I argued, but I did see his point.
“How not? You say that I only want you because you either belong to Bill or because you turn me away. Is it not acceptable for me to argue that the desire you have for me is because you couldn’t have me while you were Bill’s or because I want you? Or would you prefer I accuse you of only wanting me for my looks?”
“Eric…” I tried to say something, but nothing came out, and he continued.
“I do not deny that your ability to argue against me is a factor in why I want you to be mine. Why should that not please you? You are different from all the others. And, yes, I did want you despite you belonging to Bill, but I did not want you because you belonged to Bill.”
“I do not belong to anyone!”
“Do you see? That is part of the reason why I want you. You fight against things you have no control over. The same things that make you irritate me enhance my very need for you.”
“So, if I stopped fighting against you, would you stop wanting me?” I stared up at his eyes.
“No.” He looked away from my gaze.
“But you just said…”
“You misunderstand. Your fighting spirit does entice me, but it is not the only reason I want you to be mine. I want you entirely. The things that individually make you Sookie do not singularly affect the final outcome.”
“Eric. Stop talkin’ in circles! Just tell me what you mean.”
“What I am trying to say Sookie is that I do not like every part of you, but I wouldn’t change the parts of you that irritate me because they are a part of you. And I…Want…You. If you stopped fighting your desire to be mine I would still want you simply because you are…you.”
I never thought I would hear words like those, about me, come from Eric’s lips.
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