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Home Sweet Home	By : xXxDaydreamJunkiexXx Category: S through Z > True Blood Views: 2948 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT own, profit, or pretend to originate True Blood or its characters. All rights belong to Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball.

Chapter List
- 1-Home Sweet Home
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
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- 5
Eric made it to Fangtasia just in the nick of time. Glimmering rays of the dawn's first light were cresting on top of the horizon tentatively. His precious cargo had surprisingly fallen asleep in his arms much to his disappointment. It would seem her magic had exhausted her after all.
Too bad, he mused darkly, she'd been blossoming so beautifully right in front of him earlier.
Pam cocked her brow at him as he swept in, daring to throw him his own smirk. "Mmm…how thoughtful of you to bring me back a snack." She purred with a grin, licking her lips and letting her fangs protract.
"Keep dreaming Pam." Eric laughed, speeding past her to his office and slamming the door.
There was a secret panel along his bookshelf that he activated. The wall clicked and opened up revealing a stone slab hallway, dimly lit with small metal grate sconces- similar to what one would find in a bunker. His long measured strides brought them quickly down the long concrete passageway to a thick titanium vault door with a retina scan. Sookie never stirred once.
The lasers performed their identification and he spared a quick glance to Sookie, making sure she still slumbered, before uttering the password, "Sön Fresterska."
The heavy metal door slid open slowly revealing his sleeping chamber and private quarters. Besides Pam, he'd never brought anyone else in there. As far as all else were concerned he stayed at one of his many mansions, and that was just the way he preferred it. His enemies- and they were vast- would never think him as audacious enough to have his main lair at the club. Some would say it was foolish and obvious, but he knew better.
By staying right under their noses in the one place they would never suspect him to be was actually the polar opposite- genius. And Eric hadn't survived this long in his undead life by being anything less than cunning.
The door closed behind them on its own accord and reset, so he swiftly made way towards the back where his bedchamber was. Eric wanted to tuck Sookie into the custom made king mahogany set with its lush overstuffed goose down burgundy silk comforters before the bleeds set in. He still needed to talk to Pamela before she went to ground.
Sookie's sun kissed locks fanned out over the pillow as he gently laid her on her side in the middle, afraid she might roll off or something if too close to an edge. It had been awhile since he'd taken care of anyone and it was hardly like he moved when he himself was dead for the day. He lined all the extra pillows that weren't directly underneath her in rows on each side of her, adding further cushioning "just in case".
Eric then put his chin in one of his massive hands, tapping one digit on his mouth in dissatisfaction- he felt that something was missing. Snapping his fingers in epiphany, he rushed from the room to bring back a bowl of water (as his kitchenette didn't have any goblets, only bottles of Royal Blend) and an expensive box of imported chocolates he'd been intending on giving her anyway.
After quickly scribbling out a note in case she awoke before he returned, Eric felt satisfied Sookie would want for nothing in his short absence.
"Vila och min ängel ... Jag kommer inte att vara länge." He whispered aloud, crouching down over her and placing a tender kiss to her temple.
Eric's heart squeezed painfully in his chest wanting nothing more than to slip into the bed beside her. But duty and protecting Sookie came first- he was nothing if not honorable, and he had sworn a vow to her that he intended to fulfill.
Eric reluctantly retreated back the way he'd just come and secured Sookie within. He wasn't surprised to find Pam waiting for him in his office, sitting in his chair with her legs propped on his desk, still sporting a smile.
"Är vår prinsessa säker?" She asked already knowing the answer.
"Yes- now tell me what you've discovered since we last spoke." Eric demanded sharply, not in the mood for her playful antics.
Pam wasted no time putting herself upright and walked over to Eric, handing him a typed report of how far the radius of Sookie's magic had reached and its repercussions.
"Were the riots contained and casualties addressed?" Eric questioned, still perusing the stack and not looking up yet.
When Pam said nothing in response, Eric had no choice. He raised his head and blue on blue eyes, two sets, communicated without saying a word.
"That bad huh."
Pam nodded in affirmation.
"She must never know." Eric's voice was extremely deadly and calm.
"Yes Master." Pam said, casting her gaze to the floor in submission.
"Tie up the loose ends and give the true death to any who oppose you- understand?"
Pam looked up slightly with enthusiasm, her violet eyes twinkling. "Of course."
"Any new leads on her brother?" Eric asked, throwing the papers on his desk and sitting in his chair that she had previously occupied.
His Childe was back to her usual snarky self and beaming with full fang to Eric like a cat that had swallowed the canary. She strutted over to lean on his desk and flip her long blonde hair over a shoulder seductively.
"Oh I have so much better than a lead." She breathed out slowly trying to tease him.
Eric rolled his eyes. "And…"
"Well, what would you say if I told you I know who has him?" Pam baited, pretending to find her fingernails suddenly fascinating.
He was becoming inpatient. "Tell me!" Eric bellowed, punching the top of his desk with a splintering smack.
Pam only smiled bigger unfazed. "Compton…"
Eric's face contorted into many positions before settling on sheer hilarity. He returned Pamela's smile just as wide and without helping it, his own fangs plunged forward as he roared with laughter. "Oh fucking perfect!"
"I know- isn't it just…?" She giggled.
"Tomorrow order yourself as many pairs of Jimmy Choos as your evil little heart desires. I must think on it a bit to decide the best angle to exploit this to Sookie." Eric absently told Pam already scheming in his mind.
"Yes Master." She repeated again, only this time with something akin to an orgasm in her tone.
"You have made me proud Pamela." Eric praised.
She cockily shrugged. "Don't I always."
He rose from the chair and walked around the desk to where she stood. "Yes- you do."
Eric cradled her face in his hands. "Jag älskar dig hårt och alltid kommer."
Pam seemed embarrassed but met his gaze evenly. "I know."
"Good." Eric responded letting her go. "Sleep with Odin my Child- I will see you at sunset."
She stood at attention and cocked her head in affirmation. Eric pressed the panel and prepared to join his princess, who he had no doubt was still sleeping soundly.
"Oh and Eric," Pam called after him.
He stopped and turned to her.
"Make sure you that do everything I would do." She winked.
Eric only grinned at her before making haste back to his lair. This had turned out to be quite a good night indeed, he gloated to himself. Sookie would not only be his completely, but now he would have the chance to kill that slime ball Compton without having to worry about offending her. Sometimes it was good to be Eric Northman and today was no exception.
He stood at the foot of his own bed and marveled at her tiny form nestled so innocently within it. Sookie was the physical incarnation of everything he dreamed the goddess Freya to be. She was beautiful, strong, powerful, and infinite in his mind. There would never be another to rival her for him and he knew it.
Eric would do anything for her and Odin help anyone who dared get in his way. It would soon be time for him to stake his claim on her and if he could help it- she would yield willingly. He didn't think after the information Pam had shared about Jason to him, that would be an issue anymore, as Compton had been his biggest obstacle thus far.
"Segern är min." Eric declared firmly before stripping off his clothes.
Sookie rustled slightly when he slipped underneath the covers beside her, rooting around with her hands until she found him; moaning with what he assumed was a bad dream, as she hardly sounded aroused but more frightened. She snuggled up to his side with her eyes still closed and her mouth in a frown.
"Hush now- I'm here." Eric soothed, stroking her hair and pulling her on top of him.
Sookie sighed and her facial features relaxed.
It was entirely in that moment that Eric knew- as if he ever doubted before- that he would meet his eternal death before ever letting her go.
These were the thoughts that lulled him into his day rest. If vampires dreamed then his would have been akin to something like this.
Sookie shining love and adoration upon him with just a look on their hand fasting night. Both of them clutching each other as she birthed their first born. Him returning from battle to their homestead with her and their children awaiting anxiously to greet him by the gate. Sunrises making love and sunsets holding fast under the stars and speaking of the future. Festivals and harvest rites performed with the village by an impressive bonfire. Little girls with her almond eyes and sharp mind. Little boys with his build and fierce heart. Both of them growing old together and watching the seeds of their union grow into a mighty family.
The black void of the day death was upon him and Eric's last wish as he held Sookie over where a beating heart should drum was that he'd had the chance to meet her in another place- another period- before he was made vampire. An age in his past when he could have offered her so much more.
For the first time in over a millennium…Eric Northman mourned his humanity.

Translations (per Google):
Sön Fresterska- Sun Temptress
Vila och min ängel ... Jag kommer inte att vara länge- Rest well my angel…I won't be long
Är vår prinsessa säker- Is our princess secure
Jag älskar dig hårt och alltid kommer- I love you fiercely and always will
Segern är min- Victory is mine
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