339A/N: Story picks up with Sookie trapped in the car trunk with Bill in Mississippi.
*All SVM characters belong to Charlaine Harris*
The last thing I remembered before succumbing to the darkness invading my head was the sound of metal being torn apart and a beautiful glowing face looking down at me. I've died I thought as I drifted out to sea. This must be some kind of purgatory before Heaven; if in fact I was in Heaven. The way my life had begun changing, I wasn't entirely sure that's where I would end up. How did I reach this point in my life or afterlife for that matter?
I guess you could say I had set this course in motion the night Bill Compton walked into my life. Up until then I was just a lonely, telepathic barmaid trying to manage everyday life. That night at Merlotte's when my eyes locked onto his; I started thinking perhaps my life could be more entertaining than it currently was. Up to that point my nights consisted of either slinging burgers to the local drunks or playing Yahtzee with my Grandmother; yes it was as depressing as it sounds.
My initial attraction to Bill started quickly when I realized that vampires thoughts were a blank to me. After a lifetime of noise in my head, I could actually relax around vamps and only hear the words that came out of their mouths. Now you're probably thinking that 'relaxing' around vampires is about as smart as swimming in the ocean with a chum bucket around your neck and you would be right. It became obvious pretty quickly that my life was going to be forever changed whether that was for the good or not.
As much as I'd like to say that I was intelligent enough to notice all the red flags with Bill, I wasn't. He was my first relationship and my first and only lover. What I didn't realize with Bill; due to my lack of experience in everything was that we weren't all that compatible. Unfortunately for me I was figuring this out a little too late, as in I should have figured this out while I was still amongst the living. It didn't matter now that I had realized that I shouldn't have mistaken love with lust but on the bright side; at least I wouldn't die a virgin.
And that brings me to my current predicament. I came to Mississippi to save my slime ball 'boyfriend' from his bitch maker Lorena. She lured him to Jackson to get her hands on a top secret database he was working on for the Queen of Louisiana. Being the doormat that I was, I came to rescue him even after I found out he had willingly left me for her before she put a damper on their relationship with the whole torture thing. It wasn't enough that I came to look for him, but I actually escaped being attacked by more than one furry creature of the night and even a staking! That's right, some lunatic FOTS douche bag actually staked me in Club Dead….where I was looking for information….to save said slime ball.
Apparently in the Bill Compton dating how-to book, draining and raping your girlfriend were acceptable forms of gratitude to the person who just saved your sorry ass. So here I was in Mississippi; dead in the trunk of some drug dealer's car with my neck torn open and my vag probably not in a pretty state either. Well I hope you're ready for me to haunt your undead ass Bill Compton because I will be ghost stalking you every time you try to get with some fangbanger.
As I waited for the angel to come back and take me wherever I was going, I realized how much I was going to miss one particular vampire; Eric. Not 24 hours before, I was snuggled in a big bed with that Norse stallion and strongly considering changing my one man status. Now don't get me wrong I'm not easy, but honestly who could turn down Eric? He was six and a half foot of pure Scandinavian naughtiness with his long blonde hair, ice blue eyes, and that wicked sense of humor and adventure. But alas, this telepath was not meant to enjoy the attentions of a man like that since now I would never find out what would have happened had Bubba not interrupted. The only thing I could take comfort in now was the knowledge that Eric would most likely torture, maim, and finally kill Bill when he found out about my death.
Slowly I opened my eyes and found the blurry face of that beautiful angel again. Thank God maybe this was a good sign I had made it to Heaven. Unable to resist, I reached my hand up and touched the porcelain face.
"Are you my guardian angel?" I mumbled. He put his cool hand over top of my mine on his face.
"No dear I'm not." He replied.
"That's good because I was going to tell you that you were doing a shitty job."
He actually chuckled before replying. "I am sorry; it's a mistake I will not make again."
"It's ok." Before I could talk to him anymore about my new ghostly plans, my eyes closed and I couldn't find the strength to open them back up.
For what seemed like days, I floated in a peaceful cloud of reflection and spectral observation. I saw the face of my parents and my Gran, looking more at peace now than they ever were in life. Seemed like a good sign to me that they were happy. Perhaps being a ghost wouldn't be so bad, especially if I could convince the big guy that me haunting Bill for the rest of his life was not against any Heavenly code of ethics.
Somewhere in the distance I heard a voice calling out to me. It wasn't loud and I couldn't decipher who it was coming from, all I knew is that it was like a symphony to my soul; the tenor of it making love to my mind in a gentle caress.
"Sookie…Sookie wake up….can you feel me reaching for you Sookie? Come to me my angel." I didn't care who was calling for me, all I knew is that I was going wherever they wanted. I struggled in my mind to follow the silky voice.
Slowly but surely my eyes opened and I was looking up at a white canvas, apparently Heaven was not into the whole decorating with color thing.
"God?" I asked aloud.
"Geez what did Dr. Ludwig give her?" A female voice said.
"Sookie can you hear me?" Came the voice of my angel again.
"Of course I can; I'm dead not deaf."
"Well seems like her attitude is still intact." The female laughed.
"Sookie you aren't dead, you're going to be ok."
Realization started flooding my brain and I looked over to where I heard the angel's voice coming from. Unless Heaven was really Valhalla, I was definitely not there. Sitting on the bed to my right was none other than Eric. Confused, I looked around the rest of the room to find that I was in my own bedroom in Bon Temps. If that wasn't strange enough, standing to my left and looking through my drawers was Pam. She was looking as Stepford Wives as ever with her white palazzo pants and lilac cashmere sweater. Near death experience or not, I was pretty jealous of her beautiful appearance right now when I could only imagine what I looked like.
"Looking for something in particular Pam?" I asked the pretty vamp.
"Not really. You know Sookie; you really should let me introduce you to a designer besides Wal-Mart."
"I'll try to remember that next time I'm almost murdered in a car trunk Pam"
That elicited a growl from both my friendly neighborhood vampires.
"Pam give us a minute please." Eric said to his child in a no nonsense tone. She nodded to him and slipped out of the room.
I let the silence draw out for a long time because honestly I didn't know where to start. When I couldn't take it anymore, I looked at Eric who seemed to be counting my eyelashes.
"So can you explain to me what happened? I don't even know how long it's been since…..since Mississippi." It was more polite to say than 'since Bill violated me in every way in the car trunk'
"It's Monday December 6th. We left Mississippi last night, after you were hurt." His voice was calm but I could see rage behind those glacier blue eyes.
"The last thing I remember is when Bill finally came to his senses and I told him I needed air; he punched a hole in the trunk. I thought I was dead." My body shivered as the words came out of my mouth.
Faster than my eye could follow, Eric had grabbed my favorite chenille blanket off my chair and wrapped it around me. The gesture was nice but the shiver was not because of the cold. I waited for him to fill in the rest of the story for me but right now he was pacing the room, clenching and unclenching his fist. There was so much anger and hurt inside him I could almost feel it; wait was I actually feeling it?
"I went to Alcide's parking deck at first dark just as I told you I would. On the way over there, I could feel your fear; you were terrified. I flew as fast as I could and by the time I zoned in on the car, I saw a fist come through the trunk. I ripped the trunk lid off and saw you…..I saw Bill…you were so cold and bloody." Now it was his turn to shiver. He was facing the window with his back to me in silence as I tried to keep a lid on my own emotions. Finally he continued. "I took you up to the Were's apartment and sealed your neck wound before calling Dr. Ludwig. While I was waiting for her, I could smell him on you. I could smell that he forced himself on you."
I couldn't stand it any longer. I was fighting against the sea of pain in my head and my heart, but I could hold out no longer. I let out a choked sob before burying my face in my hands. Eric was by my side in an instant. I waited for his strong arms to wrap around me and comfort me, but they never came. I glanced out from my hands and saw the warrior I had come to know in front of me; broken. There were blood tears streaming down his face and a look of utter defeat. Shocked by the sight, my sobs quieted momentarily as the tears silently fell.
"I am so sorry I failed you Sookie. I will never forgive myself for it." He said.
"You? You didn't fail me Eric. What are you talking about?"
"I didn't protect you! The things he did to you….you almost died at his hands and if I would have been a minute later, you probably would have. Can you ever forgive me?" He was almost in sobs now.
I threw my arms around his neck. I didn't know what was more disheartening; seeing the toughest vampire I've ever known broken down and defeated or the fact that he was right that I almost died in that trunk.
"You do not blame yourself for this! None of this is your fault!" I scolded him. "Bill Compton and that bitch Debbie Pelt are the only ones to blame for this. I don't need to forgive you because you did nothing wrong." I had moved my hands to his cheeks and positioned him to look me in the eyes.
"Debbie Pelt; Herveaux's woman?" He asked confused.
"Yes his ex. She was the one who pushed me into the trunk when I got out to check on Bill." My pain had subsided for the moment to be replaced by rage. I wasn't the only one either.
"The shifter locked you in a trunk with a starved vampire?" Eric growled barely containing his bloodlust.
"Yeah, I guess it was her idea of a joke."
Eric pulled out his phone undoubtedly to call Alcide or a hit man. Either one was not what I had in mind though. I grabbed the phone and disconnected the call before anyone could answer.
"What are you doing?" He growled.
"Don't do anything to her."
"Why the hell not? If she wouldn't have locked you in that trunk, Bill might have actually drank the bloods in the car and not turned on you. She will fucking pay for this."
"Oh no doubt she's gonna pay, but not by you. She's mine." I said with fierce conviction. I swear I think Eric actually smiled at me. "Anyways, what happened next?"
"Dr. Ludwig was there almost immediately and she gave you a blood transfusion. I had wanted to give you my blood right away to start healing you, but since Bill had all but drained you; I wasn't sure what would happen." Thank goodness he was thinking quickly or I might have woken up tonight vampire. Of course there could be worse things; with how grateful I was to be alive, I may have even preferred being one of the undead to the truly dead. "After she gave you a transfusion, she said it would then be safe to give you my blood and it would help you heal."
So I did have more of his blood; maybe that's why I thought I was feeling his emotions.
"Before you say anything Sookie; I want you to know that I only gave you a small amount. I would have waited until you were conscious to ask for your permission, but there simply wasn't the time. You were too close and there was no time to waste. I understand if you are angry with me, but I assure you it was life or death." He was rattling on because apparently he thought I would throw a Sookie tantrum.
"I understand and I appreciate you saving my life Eric. I wouldn't be here without you."
Well that busted his bubble. He looked at me as if I had grown another head.
"You mean you're not angry?" I shook my head. "You are grateful to me for taking the decision into my own hands?" I again shook my head.
"Eric I know sometimes I can be a pain in the ass, but you really have done a lot for me. You stayed with me when I was staked in the club, you healed me in the mansion, and then you came to my rescue again and you did whatever you had to do to save me. I'm not that hard hearted; I mean I know you've done everything in your power to keep me safe." Maybe it was me maturing or maybe it was my near death experience, but I realized that sometimes I can be really tough to get along with. Eric has proven more than once that he's willing to go that extra mile to help me and I've never showed him the gratitude he deserves. If Oprah were here she would say I'm having an aha! Moment.
"I am glad you feel that way. I would do anything to protect you; you know that." He took one of my hands in his large ones so slowly and carefully, giving me plenty of time to object to the contact. I knew he was trying to be very careful after what had just happened to me and I appreciated it more than he could know.
We sat there enjoying the silence for a few moments as I relished the feel of his cool skin against my hand. The simple gesture was doing wonders for calming my frazzled nerves.
"So I guess I have to ask; what happened to Bill?" I spoke the question quietly as if not to interrupt our little zen moment.
I could feel Eric tense and watched as he tried to keep his anger under control before speaking. "He is being held for questioning…and punishment."
"Oh okay. I know you were worried about the Queen; I don't want you to get in any trouble for hurting him."
"Do not worry about that dear one, the Queen was made aware of the circumstances and is holding Bill at her compound until she decides his punishment. I had him put on a plane last night and flown straight to New Orleans." Eric had a slightly toothy grin as he explained. Whatever was in store for Bill was not going to be pretty.
I was contemplating how I felt about knowing Bill was going to be punished on my behalf when a knock came at the door.
"Pam" Eric said to me.
"Come in." I called to her.
"I need to get going but I wanted to check on you first. Perhaps you need help showering? I could soap you up." She purred at me. Leave it to Pam to make me feel better by lightening the tension.
"I think I'll be ok, but maybe you could come back tomorrow night? We could watch a movie or something?"
She actually giggled before looking at Eric. "I'll have to see if that hard ass boss of mine will give me a night off."
"Am I not invited to this movie party?" Eric asked faking his hurt. Before I could answer Pam chimed in.
"Sorry, girls only." She said.
"Very well. Someone has to enthrall the vermin I guess."
"Well goodnight Sookie, I'll see you tomorrow." To my surprise, she leaned down and hugged me. When she was right beside my ear she whispered to me. "Say the word and I'll end that piece of shit tonight."
"Pam that's sweet that you would offer to murder someone for me, but I think I'll ask you to hold off on that for now." It's a good thing I didn't end up dead because I probably never would have made it into Heaven considering I actually did think it was thoughtful of her to offer.
She left after promising to return tomorrow in her PJ's. I tried to explain to her that this wasn't a pajama party but the idea made her so happy I just went along with it. Anyways, she wouldn't eat me…..probably. When you have such a small number of friends like I do, you'd be happy to have a new girlfriend too; even if she is technically dead.
"So I'll see you soon I guess." I said to Eric.
"Yes, just call me if you need anything. I put my cell number in your phone and of course you can call Fangtasia if you can't reach me on there."
He stood up but seemed reluctant to actually leave. I knew there were things he wanted to say to me but didn't think it was the right time. I knew that because I was feeling the same way. No matter what my head and my blood were telling me, it was going to take some time to sort through everything that happened and figure out where to go from there. Finally reaching some internal conclusion, he kissed the top of my head and walked to the door.
"Goodnight Eric." I said before he left.
"Goodnight min skatt."
EPOV
I walked out of Sookie's house and took to the sky. My destination was not Shreveport or Fangtasia; no tonight I had a few things to take care of first. My flight took less than a minute as I landed silently in the tree line beside Bill's house. That fake southern gentleman crap might fool humans but I've spent many lifetimes perfecting the art of blending in. As Sookie once told me 'you can't bullshit a bullshitter.' My sweet southern belle definitely had a way with words. My rage at that waste of blood Bill Compton began building in me again thinking of how much damage he had done to her.
From the night Bill walked into Fangtasia with Sookie, I knew she would be mine. She came in that night wearing a little white sundress and red fuck me stilettos and I noticed her immediately. I could tell my child was quite taken with her as well judging by the speed at which she raced over to me to make sure I saw her. Of course I had seen her; she was the bright shining light in a sea of darkness and none rivaled her beauty or her smell. I kept my cool façade as I motioned for Compton to come to the dais. The closer Sookie got, the more I came undone. Her smell was like sunshine, honey, and cookies had a ménage-a-trois and the way her ample breasts tipped over the cups of her dress each time she breathed was enough to make me forget the English language.
The more time I spent with this little spitfire, the more interested I became. Somewhere along the way, I went from purely wanting to fuck her senseless to something much more. Then came the news that Bill had done what I knew was inevitable and fucked things up with her. He actually left that delicious angel to return to his skanky maker. She didn't even have to use a maker's command on him either; he willingly went to her, fucked her, and was prepared to bid farewell to Sookie to return to her side. Little did he know that she was only using him to try to get to the database he had secretly been working on for our Queen. Oh well, serves the little prick right for hurting Sookie.
Yes Sophie Ann thought she was so smart and sneaky for commissioning Bill to work on her little project but I knew all along he was up to something. You don't live to be my age without being able to outmaneuver those around you. My spies had already apprised me of the situation with Bill's program and the Queen's involvement, but I had a sneaking suspicion that wasn't all they were working on together. As it turned out, Bill has been a very bad boy. That brings me to why I'm standing outside Compton's house right now. Peering through a side window from a safe distance away, I see a familiar face moving through the house. Andre; the Queen's child and second in command.
Well well well, what are you doing here? I wait a moment longer and see that sure enough, Sophie Ann is in the house with Andre. Hook, line, and sinker assholes. Right before dawn this morning I called the palace to tell her Majesty that I had retrieved Compton from Mississippi and informed her of what he had done to Sookie. She couldn't hide her anger and I knew then that my hunch was right and the Queen knew all about Sookie and what she could do.
It was too convenient that Bill had showed up in Bon Temps and immediately befriended the only part fairy/telepath possibly in existence. Now the Queen and her lap dog Andre were breaking into Bill's house in search of what? My guess is the evidence that would implicate her in stalking and trying to force a human into slavery. Of course these were not things our kind would frown upon usually, but since the Great Reveal we had to toe the line carefully and the council would not take kindly to the Queen's actions.
I sensed my child long before she glided up beside me. She had two young men with her, one in each arm as she dropped them to the ground. They had clearly been glamoured into submission.
"I see you gathered the supplies." I said to her.
"Of course Master." She handed me the bag that was slung over her shoulder.
Inside the bag were two rifles filled with wooden bullets, a glass bottle filled with gasoline, a rag, a lighter, spray paint, and a few other worthy trinkets all courtesy of the Fellowship of the Sun. Pam and I quickly divested our clothes and placed them in the brush. We each slid on a pair of black leather gloves and grabbed a rifle and the newly assembled Molotov cocktail and walked towards the front of the house. Pam directed her Fellowship fools to follow us where we came to a stop about 20 feet in front of the front porch steps.
"Ready?" I whispered to my child.
"Let's do this." She said showing full fang. It occurred to me for the umpteenth time how incredible my progeny really was. Once she aimed the rifle, I lit the homemade explosive and threw it into the house.
I raised my rifle immediately and within seconds there were two very pissed off vampires standing on the porch; well they could join the club because I was pretty fucking angry too.
"Sheriff what the hell is going on?" Sophie Ann hissed. I noticed she and Andre were quickly taking in the scene before them and trying to decide how to escape or take us out. The latter she had no chance of accomplishing.
"You see my Queen; you are trying to steal something that is mine. I'm afraid I can't allow that." I answered calmly.
"You dare threaten your Queen?" Andre yelled attempting to be scary. He would have to try a lot harder.
"Oh I can assure you it's no idle threat. You two are the threat. A threat to my future lover and because of your idiotic scheme, you allowed her to be raped and drained by your fucking minion!" I growled with my fangs fully out now.
"The actions of Mr. Compton have nothing to do with me Northman! The girl is mine by rights; I am the Monarch of this state! You will meet the final death for your treason." Silly bitch, she really didn't see that she was so screwed right now.
"I don't think so Sophie Ann, you see these two gentlemen beside me? They are local FOTS members and they came to Bon Temps tonight to barbecue a vampire and instead they got two for the price of one. Must be their lucky day." BOOM! BOOM! Pam and I fired almost in unison and watched in rapture as the two vampires exploded into goo.
It took every ounce of my self-control not to rend the human's limb from limb in my bloodlust. I had too much pent up rage and pretty soon I was going to have to find an outlet. For now I focused on the task at hand and placed the rifle in the closest man's hands and commanded him to fire towards the house. Pam put her rifle in the other man's hand and quickly filled their brains with the confession they would later give police. I zipped up the stairs and hovering above the mess on the porch, I spray painted the usual hate garb. In big black letters I wrote BACK TO HELL across the front of the house. The fire was really starting to spread now so Pam and I got dressed, placed the evidence near the men, released them from our glamour and took to the sky.
I whipped out one of the many disposable cell phones I keep handy and called 911. Imitating voices is one of my child's abilities so I handed her the phone and in her best old woman voice she gave the operator the address of the fire. We tore through the night sky towards Shreveport and in no time we were walking into Fangtasia. It was Monday so the club was closed, but we did have one special visitor downstairs.
"Oh Billy boy I'm home!" I sang jovially as I waltzed into my lair. Pam was at my heels and I could feel her need for revenge through our bond. As much as she didn't like to admit to caring about a human, she was quite fond of Sookie. I had to keep her from killing Compton last night when she picked him up from Mississippi.
Bill was shackled to the back wall in silver chains and the sight of him there suffering was enough to bring a smile to my face.
"Why are you doing this Eric? You've won, she'll never forgive me." He said without even trying to keep up that ridiculous southern twang.
"Oh that you can be sure of Bill, she will most definitely be mine. That is not why you're here though. You're here because you had the nerve to forcefully take her blood, almost to the point of killing her and then if that wasn't bad enough; you defile her beautiful body by forcing yourself on her!" By this time I had gotten right up in Bill's face with my fangs begging to rip his throat out.
"Are you the fucking morality police now Sheriff? You are offended by what I did when I'm quite sure you've done much worse in your long life."
"Oh I've done much worse that's for sure but I have never forced myself on a woman sexually. Women and men throw themselves at me for the chance to bed me. Only a worthless sack of shit like you would take a woman that way. Of course that's probably your standard procedure since women wouldn't want to sleep with you if you hadn't given them huge amounts of your blood to force their attraction."
At that his eyes widened for a second and I saw his fear. He should be afraid; he knew that I knew all about his little scheme and what he had done to my sweet Sookie. The night after he met Sookie when she saved him from the drainers, he had stood back and allowed them to beat her almost to death so he could fill her with his blood. Getting his blood inside her so quickly was vital to his plan of seduction. He was really starting to look nervous as Pam and I repeated the procedure from earlier and stripped off our clothes. Pam loved to torture but she wasn't about to ruin her good clothes.
"That's right Compton, we know all about your plan to procure Sookie by any means necessary and deliver her to the Queen. Funny thing about that is, a little birdie told me that the Queen and her second met a very unfortunate end this evening. It's truly a shame, I guess now she won't be getting a telepath for Christmas." Pam said smiling like the Cheshire cat.
"Are you two mad? You will never get away with murdering a Queen!" He shouted.
"Oh but I think we will. Did I mention that the Queen was at your house tonight? No doubt looking for the evidence that ties her to you in your failed mission. Oh and sorry to tell you, but your ancestral home didn't survive the explosive I sent through the window." I laughed maniacally.
"Fuck you Eric! It may not be me or Sophie Ann but some other vampire will get to your precious Sookie and when they do; they'll take her body, her spirit, and her blood. There won't be anything left but a used shell of a telepath."
Before I could even inflict some kind of torture on him, Pam had thrust her fist through his body and ripped out what appeared to be a kidney. She held it up in front of his face before tossing it across the room. I had to give her points for creativity, that was pretty badass. I watched as Bill screamed in pain as his body tried to repair the hole and stop the bleeding. As soon as his screaming quieted, Pam kicked him in the balls and ground her heel in for good measure. Vampire or not, that shit hurts.
"Thank you Eric; he's all yours." She said sauntering behind me.
The beast in me was pounding to be let out. For the most part, I could be a calm man when need be but I was a vampire; a killer by nature. If I let myself give in to the beast often, I would never get anything accomplished. The best method was to keep it locked down inside me most of the time and only let it come to the surface in certain situations; this was definitely one of those situations. A loud growl erupted from deep within me as I gave in completely to my nature. I could smell Compton's fear permeating the room and it only drove me further into the madness.
I used my last ounce of higher brain function to give Bill a message.
"Don't you worry about Sookie; I'm going to take very good care of her. Every night she'll scream my name as I drive her wild with ecstasy, she'll forget all about you in no time. The time you were with her will be nothing more than a sad reminder of a mistake on her part. She'll carry my blood, my scent, my seed, MINE! Everyone who owes me fealty will worship her and envy me above all others and you will be nothing more than ashes in the wind."
And with those parting words, I let go of the grasp of sanity I had left. All I knew was white hot rage, blood, revenge. There were screams and growls but I couldn't tell you who they were coming from. When I could do nothing else to the shell of Bill Compton, I ripped out his worthless heart and bathed in his blood. Every animalistic need inside me was screaming to be sated when I turned to my child who was also covered in blood and very naked.
I grabbed her, taking her to the bed we kept down here and tossed her onto it. She happily jumped back up wrapping her legs around my waist and sinking her fangs into my neck. I hissed as the exquisite pain tore through me. I held her hips and impaled her onto my throbbing length. She threw her head back, releasing my neck and moaned my name. I pushed her up against the wall as I was wild with need and she was just as frenzied. We moved at vampire speed with her riding me just as hard as I was giving it to her and it didn't take long for me to explode inside her.
She pushed me to the bed and got on all fours, presenting herself to me. I let out a guttural growl as I slowly pushed inside her from behind. Now that I had taken the edge off, I was able to think a little more clearly as I pushed with long, deliberate strokes. I tangled one hand in her blonde hair and pulled as I used my other hand to rub her clit mercilessly. She screamed as she came long and hard underneath me. Releasing her hair, I pulled her up towards my chest and pierced her neck with my fangs. Another orgasm shot through her, taking me along for the ride. This was not making love in any sense of the word; this was two creatures giving in to their baser instincts. The fact that I did love my child only enhanced the experience.
We layed there on the bed for only a few minutes as we were both trying to tamp down the rest of the bloodlust still surging through our bodies; I was the first to get up. I grabbed my phone out of my pants and dialed my day man Bobby; leaving instructions for him to deliver a dozen white roses to Sookie as soon as possible. The next call was to my cleaning crew telling them to come by the club and clean the basement. This was not your average maid service. It was a Supe cleaning service that would get rid of anything you needed with no questions asked. They had come in quite handy in the past and the mess I had made tonight would be child's play compared to some of the scenes they've been to.
Pam was dressed by the time I was done making calls and came to sit beside me.
"Anything else before I head home?" She asked.
"No, you've done excellent tonight. Go on home."
"Very well, goodnight Master."
"Pamela" I called as she walked away and she was back at my side in an instant.
I reached into my wallet and handed her my black AMEX. "Buy yourself something pretty." I said and kissed her head. Out of everything that happened tonight, now she truly looked like a predator eyeing my credit card.
She left quickly before I could change my mind and I followed right after. As I lay in my bed waiting on the sun to pull me under, I thought of my beautiful Sookie and how I was going to convince her to be mine. I could hardly believe that my plans for tonight went off without a hitch and as I rearranged the chess pieces in my head, I had a feeling everything might actually work out.