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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
- 6
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- 8
"What you demand is unheard of."
The Daemon senior administrator of the underworld and co-founder of Lucifer's dominion, Beelzebub, leered at Eric as his forked slimy tongue flickered out of his black lipped mouth spontaneously.
"I very much doubt that." Eric responded dryly.
The council members that had joined this formality of a meeting all grinned; their razor sharp teeth yellowed and stained with poor oral hygiene and old blood. They all respected the Viking and had had dealings with him before that had been most lucrative. Only money wasn't a concern or commodity of Hell- soul substance was however, and Eric never failed to recruit… but a breach of the veil into Faery?
"Let us say for the sake of argument," Beelzebub continued, pausing like a cat about to pounce on the mouse. "That we do this…risking another war between reining supernatural factions; would we be able to count on the support of the Vampires?"
"Of course," Eric answered smoothly, his well-groomed slicked blond hair shining like a halo in the fluorescent lighting. "I have never pledged falsely and I don't intend to start now."
"Ahh, but you don't speak for all, do you? There is a dissention and struggle for power between your own kind- brother, that even we in Hell have taken notice of. The AVL and Authority for instance." Beelzebub folded his hands into a steeple before him on the table, meeting Eric's blue eyes with his own red ones in amusement. "So what do you say of that Viking?" He was digging for information as well as negotiating and Eric wasn't stupid. "What kind of collateral do you present us with?"
Eric smiled- the one he reserved for photo shoots and for engaging his enemies in battle. It made you warm and excited inside- that is until he moved to strike. And more than likely you would find yourself confused about what was happening until it was about to be over. Whether ravished in passion or gurgling in agony before you died.
"I can guarantee one million American gentlemen." Eric replied, using the term loosely; some laughed, thinking he was joking. Eric dropped the lighthearted banter and his face became stark with seriousness. "This is no jest."
Beelzebub also lost his smile, his mind working furiously and his cock getting hard with the prospect- one million souls. "Impossssible."
His declaration conveyed his eagerness and was evident by the lisp of his tongue working overtime; drool was dribbling down his chin. Eric smirked with triumph.
"Is it?"
It was at this time that his progeny, Pamela, entered the conference room with an air of urgency. "Master, a word."
He'd been about to sweeten the deal by revealing he'd had Nial Brigant's granddaughter, but of course his child had the worst timing ever. "This had better be important Pam." Eric growled with a scowl.
She rolled her eyes and huffed with boredom. "Isn't it always?"
Eric had to concede that usually, no matter how annoying it was, his childe wouldn't bother him in such an exponentially cosmic affair for no reason. He nodded.
"Excuse me for a moment. Please help yourself to some refreshments in my absence." Eric motioned to some young glamoured girls standing in the corner of the room entranced.
The Daemons hummed simultaneously. Feasting and fucking was a welcome interlude. Eric grabbed Pam by the arm and led her from the room. After making sure the door was closed and they were out of earshot, he shoved her away and asked. "What is it?"
Pam cocked her eyebrow at him and instead of answering, she handed him a gold envelope with a red wax seal. Eric didn't need to inspect the emblem- he knew already who sent it. "Sophie Ann." His progeny nodded, her lips pursed with disgust.
"I can show you the box that came with it but figured you wouldn't be in the mood for a little head."
Eric gave her a wry smile. "Who?"
"Bobby of course."
"Shit- I'm going to have to find another day man then."
Eric wanted to rip the letter to shreds, just as he intended to do to his twit queen. But of course, he would have no choice but to use his restraint and read it. The best defense was an even better offense after all. He used one long finger to perforate the metallic paper and pop off the wax. His eyes scanned the short hand calligraphy in a matter of seconds. Eric snorted.
"Game on indeed." He muttered to himself.
Pam just waited, admiring her newly painted black French manicured nails. She knew her maker would divulge the details, after he'd strategize a way to win first. It was his way and she was used to it. But instead, he threw her off her comfort zone- asking what she'd not expected at such a time.
"Pamela, how is my princess? Did you do as I ordered, and have her things brought from Bon Temps?"
She widened her violet eyes and slowly nodded. "Of course I did."
"Good." Eric said happy. "And the food?"
"A feast fit for a fat girl- Master, what of the queen?" Pam was becoming irked and starting to doubt her maker's priorities. "Sookie still sleeps and can wait, can she not? This meeting with the Daemons and now Sophie Ann's slap to our faces must be addressed now- right?"
Eric glared at first, not liking the obvious disrespect of his authority, but softened a little after he saw Pam shrink against the wall. It had been decades since he'd struck her, but it pleased him to know that she still feared him. "Yes my child, I have not forgotten the primary objective. I am just about to seal the deal with the underworld to raid Faery and take over Nial's dominion. With Sookie's developing powers and obvious violation of the Time Lords code- this will be a necessity to ensure her protection. That son of a bitch isn't going to nail her to cross, when he obviously tampered with something, and his trying to protect his own ass. What Sookie did is not normal for even a Faery. I must know her grandfather's dabbling. And if it is what I suspect- than I will kill him. As far as Sophie Ann…" Eric smiled with wicked promise. "She's already done for."
Pam straightened up and pushed her elbows from the wall, her smile one of arousal and matching Eric's with equal intensity. Now this was the vampire she knew and loved. Not the vagina whooped love sick Viking, she feared he was becoming. "But how…?"
Eric stood a good foot over her even in her four inch heels, but his stance was cocky in his Armani tailored pin stripe suit and pink silk tie- and her heaving cleavage said it all. Pam was excited for carnage and he shared her lust. "Why Compton of course." He whispered low. Delighting in the sound of her tinkling laughter. "I know where he is hiding."
"Oh how…" Pam sighed. "Devious." She finished.
"Yes." Eric lovingly traced her cheek bone. "I will pillage the compound where he is staying, rescuing Sookie's brother from his clutches in the process, while Bill is dangled before the queen for his treason and thought to be given over along with my Sookie as tribute…I will rip her heart out of her chest and have the perfect patsy right there to blame it on. The Authority wouldn't dare question me, and I will take my rightful place as king."
Pam did something really girly just then, especially wearing all the red bondage get up she had on for the club, and clapped her hands together while jumping in place. "When?"
"My meeting shouldn't last much longer. Get more young girls just in case…but I'm thinking tomorrow night. Does this please you?" Eric asked already knowing her answer. "Do not ever question my motives."
Pamela agreed with enthusiasm. "I will never be so foolish again."
Eric kissed the tip of her nose. "Good." He patted her tight leathered bottom. "Now go."
She winked and hurried off to round up more fangers. Eric watched her walk away and felt pride. When he'd chosen her among the crowds of that bustling street in London- playing at being a whore, when she obviously came from a wealthy family; he'd been luckier than he could have ever realized at the time. Pam had cut the throat of a man who'd thought to stiff her payment. But that wasn't what had caught his attention. She'd licked the blade clean, raided the man's change purse, and then lifted her many skirts to urinate on his twitching body as he gurgled to death; all with a smile on her young pretty unblemished face. It had been beautiful. And he'd known then, as he most certainly knew now…that they were meant to share eternity.
Eric didn't stay long on his brief interlude down "memory lane", snapping himself back to attention. He had serious matters to conclude. Sookie was the only other person that he'd ever encountered in his millennia of existence that also deserved to be at his side. He would give her the gift of his blood eventually, after this whole mess was sorted. If Pamela was to be at his right- then Sookie belonged at his left. He would be damned, more so than he was already, if he would watch her wither up and age. Convincing her of this would be no small feat, he knew. But the chase was what he lived for, and she would come around. If not then he would take it. Eric didn't love easily, but when he did, it was forever. He would never commit otherwise.
Eric turned on his heel and made way back to the conference room with a slight skip to his step. Sometimes he felt like the luckiest vampire in the world. He would get to crush his enemies, have his woman, and ascend to the station he was destined for- all in the matter of a day's time. He pushed open the double doors and beheld the carnage of his boardroom. Body parts, organs, and blood splatters adorned the furniture and walls. He sighed with contentment.
"Gentlemen." Eric announced, again using the term loosely.
The Daemons stopped in their pursuits to look his way. Beelzebub was munching on a femur bone and had bits of tendon on his shirt front. He smiled with the meat in his mouth. Eric continued. "I have more refreshments." He coughed, squelching his laughter at the small joke. "Coming your way. Shall we commence our dealings or should I trust that we are in agreement…?"
Beelzebub gnashed the large bone, breaking it in half, while sucking out the marrow; the other Daemons also were eating, licking, and slurping. "Yesss." He slurred. "Agreeddd." His throaty growling voice was thick and palpable.
Eric allowed himself the minor indulgence then, of throwing back his head in victory and evil amusement. His laugh was genuine and hearty. The Daemons also joined in and the sound was chilling.
He would service his guests to their black hearts content and then go into his lair to ravish his very own Faery hybrid princess.
Eric would be there when she woke and so would his cock; that was throbbing in stiff anticipation at just the thought. He wanted so badly to sink himself into her velvety folds; that his fingers had occupied earlier so naughtily. He was biting through his own tongue just to taste the blood. He would conquer her before dawn. This he vowed to himself earnestly. She was his drug and he needed a fix.
When he'd pledged himself to her and she'd agreed to be his and his alone, she'd had no idea at the time, what hunger she'd ignited within him. When Eric was done, Sookie would have no doubt, now or ever, to whom she belonged.
Oh yes…Eric thought with a savoring desire…the conquest had just begun.
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