Sookie brushed the wrinkles out of her dress as she stood in front of the large mirror inside her bedroom. It was a big night. A celebration had been planned at Fangtasia. Her first press tour had gone well and the Authority was in the mood to celebrate.
Russell stepped into her room after knocking on the doorframe. “Well, I’ll be,” he said, exaggerating a drawl. “Who are we trying to impress?” he asked. His own pressed suit was a dark grey with a midnight blue shirt; his tie was a mix of blue tones.
“No one,” Sookie replied shyly, ducking her head. “A girl just likes to look pretty now and again.”
“Well, you look beautiful, Princess,” he said.
“You look rather dashing yourself,” Sookie replied with a smile, her eyes once again full of life.
“What can I say? I’m hoping to get laid,” he laughed, not really joking.
“I’m sure they’ll be some lovely young man there who is just waiting to drop to his knees for you,” Sookie said.
“Your mouth to his…no his mouth to me,” Russell corrected.
Sookie laughed as she brushed her dress down one last time, “Shall we go? We wouldn’t want to keep them waiting.”
“Of course. However, remember making an entrance is always important.”
“I always make an entrance when I’m on your arm,” Sookie replied cheekily.
“Then you should always be on my arm, Princess,” Russell praised, leaving for the party with her.
There was a line around the block when they arrived at Fangtasia and Sookie rolled her eyes at the screaming humans.
“OH My GOD! SOOOOOOKIE!!!!!!” one girl shrieked when she spied the AVL spokeswoman. The eyes were drawn to her and her maker — both screaming girls and men alike.
“You have fans,” Russell teased.
“That is the only way she’ll ever scream my name,” Sookie snorted, as she took a dip into the girl’s head.
“You wouldn’t want to take her for a ride?” he teased.
“No,” Sookie replied, her lips quirking into a half smile.
“Poor girl,” he crooned.
“She’ll get over it,” Sookie shrugged. “I’m sure she’ll find another vampire here to chain her up and spank her.”
Russell snorted as he kept his laughter from his face. “Oh dear.”
“Ready to make our grand entrance?” Sookie asked with a smile.
“After you, Sunshine,” Russell said with a nod, letting her take the lead.
Sookie pushed through the crowd, smiling politely at some of them as she approached the entrance. She offered the woman at the door a small nod before they were both let inside.
“Chancellor, Spokeswoman,” a young human woman says, handing them glasses of warm blood.
Sookie nodded as she took the glass, her eyes taking in the bar. She grinned as she saw Eric’s throne and wondered if he would be sitting in it later.
“Sookie,” Molly said, appearing before her with a smart smirk on her face. “I have to show you the new app I developed.” She pulled out her phone.
“What does this one do?” Sookie asked, as she looked down at the phone. It was a game. “Sookie the Vampire’s Night Out.”
“See, you play as Sookie, you, and you have a night on television. You need to impress the audience. And then you have to drink the blood without spilling a drop. There’s some other things to like meeting with other people and doing silly things. It’s number one in Apple’s app store.”
“That’s great,” Sookie said, pasting on her crazy Sookie smile. She wasn’t sure if she should be flattered or freaked out.
“Roman okayed it,” Molly said with a grin. “He was like ‘She’ll love being on an app. As long as you make one where I can get her naked on my own phone.’ So I did.”
“Did he indeed?” Sookie replied. “Well, you’ve certainly done great work on it, Molly.”
The brunette smirked. “You should see his. In fact, I’m sure he’ll show you. He’s here somewhere.”
“I’ll have to see if I can find him, if you’ll excuse me?”
Russell smiled, and pet Sookie’s shoulder, “I’m going to see if there’s anyone to play with. Call me if you need me.” He gave her carte blanche to use their bond to let him know he was needed, for any reason, before they came tonight.
“Will do and have fun,” Sookie called out before disappearing into the crowd herself in search of one naughty Guardian. He was sitting at his own table with his wife and a small harem of drooling fangirls. “Good evening, your majesties.” Sookie greeted, as she stepped up to the table.
“Good evening, Sookie,” Roman said, giving her an onceover. “You look beautiful tonight.”
“Thank you,” Sookie replied, as she nodded towards Nora. “You’re both looking… well,” she added after a second’s pause as her eyes took in their harem. They looked like they were in the middle of candy land; ready to sink their fangs into the first sweet they saw. “If I’m not disturbing you, sir, might I have a brief word.”
“Private?” he asked curiously.
“If it’s not too much trouble,” Sookie replied politely.
He leaned to Nora, saying something that couldn’t be heard over the music, even by vampire ears, and slipped out of the booth.
“You think Eric will mind if we use his office?” Sookie asked.
“I think he’s in there, but we can slip into the employee break room or Thalia’s office.”
“Either will do,” Sookie replied with a shrug.
Roman led her to the empty break room and rested against the lockers Eric kept for his employees. “What can I do for you?”
Sookie’s lips curled into a smile as she turned to face him, “I was speaking with Molly earlier,” she said, taking a step forward. “And she was telling me about her new app and the special version she made for you.”
“The app! Yes. She said it was number one on the market. You are a popular girl,” Roman said with a smile. He licked his lips, taking in Sookie’s outfit.
“And the private version she made for you,” Sookie said, as she took another step forward. “What do you do with that?”
“Just watch’” he said, his smile transforming into a leer. “You would have even higher ratings if you went on television topless.”
She bit back a smile as she shook her head, “I might get higher ratings, but no one would take me seriously.”
“Well, that’s my version and for my eyes only. And I had to correct Molly a few times about the size of your breasts, color and size of your nipples. In the end, she agreed she’d like to see you topless more often.” Roman debated rearranging her dress a bit to suit his viewing pleasure but decided Russell might not appreciate his escorting her back completely exposed.
“I see, no one else better see that,” Sookie said.
“You don’t want a copy? Your very own topless Sookie?”
Sookie smirked as she pulled the front of her dress away from her body and peeked down it, “I don’t need an app to see that.”
Roman leaned over to peek. “Ahh. Now I see.” His hands slipped around her waist.
“No one else will see it, right?” Sookie asked.
“You forget I’m a selfish vampire, Sookie. I want no one to be able to see the beauty of them bouncing as I pull off your pixelated top but me.”
Sookie laughed lightly at his words, “Then I won’t take your little game away from you,” she said. “You should’ve had Molly made a sim you and you could’ve done naughty things to me as well.”
“I could do naughty things to you here. Why would I want a game?” His hands slid around to cup her ass.
“Because I’m not always in front of you,” Sookie replied, her tongue peeking out from between her lips.
“But it’s no fun if a pixel me fucks a pixel you. It is fun for me to watch a pixel you strip. Right out of your clothes in a room like this. And shake those beautiful breasts.” Roman slid his fingers into a strap of her dress, helping it slip over her shoulder.
“Is that so?” Sookie questioned. “I thought you’d have had enough of my breasts the night Bill was killed.”
“Sookie. Your breasts are delectable. I’ll never have enough. I’ve never been more appreciative of vampires’ lifespans.”
Sookie shook her head as she took a step back, putting some distance between them. “They’re just breasts, I’m sure you’ve seen thousands.”
“I’m sure I have, especially if you count each individual breast. Yet I would like to see yours more.”
“I think you would like to do more than just see them more often,” Sookie snorted
“Of course! But I’ll take what I can get.” He began taking a step towards her when the door slammed open behind them.
“Hard at work I see,” Pam snarked, as she sneered at Sookie. She had seen Sookie lead Roman back there and just knew little miss fairy sunshine was up to no good. She wasn’t surprised to see Roman crowding her; she always knew Sookie was a whore deep down.
“Unlike you, Pam, I actually have the night off,” Sookie replied.
“Pam? Pamela Ravenscroft? Eric’s child? That’s right. You were Dieter’s first sentencing as Magister,” Roman said, pushing the strap of Sookie’s dress back up her shoulder before kissing her gently on the forehead.
“Guardian,” Pam greeted stiffly.
“Aren’t you supposed to be supervising the door or working security or something?” he asked.
“I am on my break,” Pam replied.
“Sorry, we were in your space,” he said sincerely. His lips brushed Sookie’s ear as he said to her, “We can ask Eric’s second if we can use her office.”
“Thalia is using her office.”
Roman raised an eyebrow. “Well, my limo is out back.”
“There is press out in the bar waiting to see our new spokeswoman,” Pam sneered. “Should I tell them to wait while you go and get a quick fuck in the limo?”
“We’ll have to continue this some other time, Guardian,” Sookie said. “Apparently, duty calls.”
“Shame,” he said, straightening his tie and recognizing a dismissal, even a subtle one. “I’ll see you out there, Sookie.” He left the ladies alone to chat.
Pam crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Sookie, hatred clear in her eyes. She couldn’t believe after all these years’ men were still falling over themselves for the little whore. Eric had foolishly convinced himself he was in love with her. Pam scoffed at that notion. Vampires didn’t love, it was lust; he was in lust with her. Maybe once he fucked her, he would get her out of his system and she would finally get her maker back.
Sookie shook her head as she stared back at Pam. Thirteen years had gone by and she was still the same spiteful, jealous bitch. “Get out of my way, Pam,” Sookie said, pushing past the older vampire. “As you reminded me, I have press in the bar waiting for me.”
Pam didn’t move, but grabbed Sookie’s arm roughly. “You think you’re so much better than everyone else,” she sneered. “It’s like your pussy is vampire catnip and all the alley cats are stupid enough to run right towards it.”
“Opposed to yours that was sold to any man who had a shiny coin,” Sookie retorted. “I don’t know what your problem is, Pam, and to be honest I don’t really care. You’re nothing to me, you mean nothing, and you always will. Now let go of my arm.”
Pam pushed her back into the room, letting go of her as she threw her. “And yet you keep finding ways to fuck with my life and fuck over my maker,” she spat. It was Sookie’s fault she was no longer second. It was Sookie’s fault she was reduced to working tonight rather than living it up in some gorgeous dress.
“No, Pam, you keep doing that all yourself,” Sookie replied, refusing to take any crap from the century old vampire. “You’re suffering for the choices you made. Don’t blame anyone else for your decisions. You want sympathy? Go to church. I have never fucked over Eric as you put it. You did that. You betrayed your maker, not me.”
“Yet somehow he’s still pining for you,” Pam snarled.
“Then I guess your little plan didn’t work as well as you hoped,” Sookie snorted. “Ain’t life a bitch?”
“Pamela,” Eric said, coming into the room behind them, “Shouldn’t you be working?”
Pam glared at Eric before storming out. She fumed as she made her way back behind the bar; once again Eric had taken Sookie’s side over hers. She snarled at the customers as she served their drinks. Russell should have killed her, why did he have to turn the bitch?
“I keep hoping she’ll grow up,” Eric supplied with a rueful sigh. He took in her appearance with a smile, “You look stunning as always.”
“Why thank you,” Sookie replied with a genuine smile. “You look mighty dashing yourself.”
“Shall we, Miss Stackhouse?” he asked gently, extending his arm for her to take.
“We shall,” Sookie grinned, linking her arm with his and letting him escort her out and back into the bar.
His lips were close to her ear when he asked her, “Would you want to join me up there? We can talk, even with all of this and reporters could easily find you.”
“I would like that,” Sookie replied with a small smile.
They walked up to the throne and the chairs beside it. Eric nodded to the waitress to get two bloods and let Sookie choose her seat.
Sookie took the chair to the left of Eric’s throne, remembering sitting there the first night she visited Fangtasia. A lot had changed since then; she was a vampire now for a start. Back then she thought she was on the cusp of something, that something big was about to happen and she was, she just didn’t realize how big a change it would be. But as she looked out over the party guests, Sookie realized it needed to happen. She was meant to be where she now was, the pain and suffering were just trials she had to overcome. And she had done it, she had overcome them and they had made her stronger.
Eric sat down beside her and leaned to speak to her. “It’s different this time.”
“Very different,” Sookie agreed with a nod. “My eyes are a lot clearer now.”
“As will happen with over a decade of experience. Wait until you hit the century mark. Then tell me how clear it all is,” he teased gently.
“I meant I haven’t got Bill clouding my judgement, but that, too,” Sookie laughed.
Eric laughed, taking both bloods when they were brought up to him and passing one to Sookie.
“Thank you,” Sookie said, as she took the blood when he passed it to her. “Eric, can I ask you a question?”
“Of course,” Eric replied.
“Why does Pam hate me so much?” Sookie asked.
“I can only guess. She was punished by the Authority and me for her part in letting you be taken and allowing your maker to leave the country. I’m sure she blames you for that. And the fact that my . . . attentions on you, take focus away from her is also a part. She thinks you weakened me when you were human,” Eric responded.
“She blames me for the consequences of her own actions?” Sookie snorted.
“She thinks she was doing the right thing. But she’s never tried to understand it from your position, from the Authority’s view, and especially never from my eyes. That’s even worse because I’ve let her feel my emotions through the bond and she still doesn’t understand.”
“Doesn’t or doesn’t want to?” Sookie questioned. “Pam hated me from the minute I stepped foot in your club. I haven’t done anything to her and yet I still suffer from her biting words. But things have changed now, Eric. As much as I like and respect you, I won’t sit back and allow her to talk to me like she did earlier anymore.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to. Just don’t kill her,” Eric said, looking in her eyes. “I’d rather send her away than have her finally dead.”
“I won’t kill her. I would never do that to you,” Sookie replied sincerely.
Eric nodded, mentally preparing himself for what would be some pain from his child. He smirked as a reporter came up to Sookie.
Sookie smiled politely at the reporter as she approached them, “You have got to be kidding me.” she hissed under her breath as she waited for whatever question she wanted to ask but she guaranteed it wouldn’t be the one she was thinking in her head.
“So how do you like being the new Nan?” the reporter asked with a smile.
“Nan’s shoes weren’t easy to fill, but I have to say I’m enjoying it so far,” Sookie replied. “It’s a hard job, but certainly rewarding.”
“What are the greatest benefits and the hardest struggles?” she followed up.
“I would say they’re one and the same. Getting people to listen,” Sookie said with a small laugh. “No one likes being told what to say, what to think, or what to do. Getting everyone to communicate is both a struggle and a reward.” Eric wanted to laugh at the answer. Surely answering dumb ass questions was one of the harder things to do.
“One last question, miss. What has been the most rewarding thing you’ve done so far?” she continued.
Sookie pursed her lips as she pretended to think about it. She didn’t think that “killing my fairy cousin” would be a suitable answer. “I would have to say bridging the gap between the old ways and the new. You could say I’ve put a human face on the AVL. Unlike my predecessor, I still remember what it is like to be human, I believe that has benefited me and vampires in general.”
The reporter nodded with a smile and backed away with a “Thank you.”
“That was riveting,” Sookie snorted, as she watched the woman back away.
“So I hear you’re fucking your way up the vampire hierarchy. Care to comment?” Another reporter came up, eye-fucking the spokeswoman. Pictures of talking to Pam by the doorway flashed through his head. This would be the story to make him as a reporter.
“I’m afraid your informant is sadly mistaken,” Sookie replied, as she plastered on a fake smile. “Or rather, she is a little bitter and is trying to discredit me.”
“I have no idea to whom you’re referring. I’ve heard from multiple sources that you have fucked a number of representatives and the head of the AVL himself,” he continued. “So are you denying it, then?”
“No, dear,” Sookie replied patronizingly. “You have heard from one source, a Ms. Pamela Ravenscroft, that I have done as you so crudely put. If you were any kind of a real journalist you would have done some research before you accosted me with these scandalous accusations. Earlier this evening, Ms. Ravenscroft saw me having a private conversation with the head of the AVL and as usual jumped to conclusions. We were discussing the new app that has been marketed around me. Sookie the Vampires Nightout, I believe it is called. I have not fucked my way to the top, if you will excuse my language, and to claim otherwise is an insult to not only my character, but to the AVL as well.”
The reporter’s mouth was open in shock. Eric nodded and Thalia came over to escort him out of the building. “Well done,” Eric praised.
Sookie nodded, but said nothing. She was fuming inside. Pam had gone too far this time. Her jealous and selfish behavior could have had a negative effect on not only her role as spokeswoman of the AVL but the AVL as well.
A few more reporters came up throughout the night, but no one asked any more questions like the second had. Thalia had made sure of it. The official party wound down at midnight, so by eleven many from the press were leaving.
“I never thanked you for agreeing to hold this party,” Sookie said, turning her head so she could see Eric better.
“It wasn’t an inconvenience,” he replied. In fact, tonight he hadn’t minded all that much being on display, at least not with her company.
“Thank you anyway. Does the Viking dance?” Sookie asked almost shyly, as she gazed at the dance floor.
“Now or when I was human? Yes to both. Would you like to?” Eric asked.
“I would,” Sookie admitted. “Will you dance with me?”
“And here I thought I had just asked you to dance with me,” he said, standing up and taking her hand. He led her to the dance floor.
Sookie moved into his arms as they swayed on the dance floor, “You’re a good mover, Mr. Northman,” she said, as she looked up at him.
He smirked, taking one hand in his and holding her securely at her lower back to him. He spun them in a quick circle, dancing from foot to foot as they spun. “Do you want to fly?” he asked, seemingly off topic.
“You’ve already taken me flying,” Sookie replied, thinking back to the night he took her to his house and they talked almost until sun up.
Eric grinned; he took hold of her waist and gently tossed her up in the air, catching her in midair before she reached him.
Sookie laughed in glee as she went flying, her joy clear on her face for all to see.
He met her in midair and they danced above the floor, “I wasn’t referring to the other night.”
“I can see that now,” Sookie laughed. “Make me fly, Eric.”
He held her upper body to him, carrying her beneath her arms. He spun them quickly, letting her legs fly out behind her.
“Eric!” Sookie cried in delight, her happiness lighting up her face getting more than one person’s attention.
Russell watched on, a frown on his face at the display Eric was making of his child. He appreciated her happiness, but did he need to make such a show of it? Did he need to make it look like anyone could fling her around?
Pam glared at them as she watched Eric throw Sookie into the air again. It was like nothing had changed in thirteen years, he was still obsessed with her fairy cunt. She wondered what he would think if he knew she caught her and Roman all but fucking. She had told that reporter all she knew so everyone would finally see what a lying whore the telepath was but Sookie had talked her way out of that as well.
Eric pulled Sookie to him as the song ended and he lowered them to the ground.
“Thank you,” Sookie said softly, as she lifted herself up onto her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
He smiled at her, so only she could see. He pressed his mouth to her ear to tell her quietly. “I have to take care of some business in my office. Come get me before the after party begins.”
“I will,” Sookie promised, taking a step back. “Thank you for the dance.”
“Anytime,” he breathed, disappearing into the crowd to get some work done.
“It looks like someone is having a good time,” Nora said, as she came up behind Sookie. She smiled as she watched the young vampire spin around. She swore if she were still human, the girl would have been blushing something fiercely.
“Despite some people’s attempts to prevent it, I am,” Sookie admitted.
“Don’t let Pam bother you,” Nora replied, guessing who she was referring to.
Roman came up behind his wife, grabbing her hips and swaying them to the now faster music. His hips followed hers, making her dance with him whether she wanted to or not.
Sookie laughed as she watched them practically fucking on the dance floor, their clothes the only thing in their way. Crossing the floor to where Russell stood, she slid up beside him and smiled.
“Having fun?” Nora asked.
“Always,” Roman teased her. He was sincerely thinking about slipping his dick out of his pants. Maybe he would subtly lift up the back of Nora’s dress and fuck her right there. “And you?”
“Of course,” Nora purred, grinding her ass against her husband’s crotch.
He leaned closer to her ear. “We should find somewhere else — imagine the scandal if there was still a reporter here,” he growled.
“Thalia’s office should do,” Nora replied. “Eric is in his.”
He purred, leading her into the hallway. The main room cleared out as well as the official party ended, leaving only those who were welcome to the after party, with the exception of Nora, Roman, and Eric.
“Impatient, are we husband?” Nora teased, as she let him pull her into Thalia’s office.
“Blame Sookie for riling me up earlier,” he groaned.
“You never did tell me how sweet she tasted,” Nora said, as she pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders and let the material pool around her waist. “I seem to have forgotten to wear underwear today,” she added as she took a step towards Thalia’s desk and perched on the edge of it. “Is Sookie as sweet as she looks?”
“Sweeter,” he replied with a grin. “But this, dear, wife, will need to be quick.” He pushed Nora back on the desk and pushed her dress up over her hips.
“Hard and fast,” Nora purred.
He pulled his cock out, lowering his pants to his knees, before he quickly thrust into her. He groaned and began fucking her with hard fast strokes.
“Fuck!” Nora cursed at his sharp penetration. “Did you enjoy fucking her?” she purred in his ear as she let him fuck her hard.
He fucked her harder at the taunting. “Do I ever not enjoy fucking?” Roman asked. He growled fucking faster and faster, at vampire speed.
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips as she let him use her body, “How did you fuck her, darling?”
“How do I fuck anyone? I could say, well,” he replied, his hand focusing on rubbing her clit hard.
“”Yes!” Nora hissed, sparks of pleasure shooting through her. “What… position? Against the… wall?”
“In his bed,” Roman growled fucking harder. “And she screamed as she came like you’re going to,” he said with a growl, shoving two fingers up her ass.
“Fuck!” Nora screamed, not expecting that in the slightest. The two of them still hadn’t found the time for him to fuck her ass and she knew it was starting to get to him. “Tonight,” she promised.
He fucked her harder, faster, his hand slapping her clit. “Cum,” he ordered.
“Again,” Nora begged, the pain of his slap feeling so good.
Roman fucked her harder, they had moved Thalia’s desk to the wall with the force of their fucking. And he smacked her clit over and over. “Cum, wife!”
Nora arched her back off the desk as she felt her release wash over her, a scream tearing from her throat as she tightened around him.
He groaned, cumming deep in her, grunting with each thrust and pulse around his cock.
Nora sighed as she felt Roman cum inside her, “Sookie should rile you up more often,” she laughed.
They heard an office door slam and a deep angry growl. The back door of the club slammed to behind whoever just left.
“That didn’t sound good,” Nora remarked, as she looked up into Roman’s eyes. “We should probably check to see what is going on.”
“Didn’t you say Eric was in his office?” Roman asked, pulling up his pants and refastening them.
“Yes,” Nora replied, as she slipped her arms through the straps of her dress and pulled it back up. “He was doing some last minute work.”
“Is this one sound proof? Or were you not just getting off on how I fucked the vampire he’s been pining over for more than a decade?”
Nora’s eyes widened in comprehension. “Fuck,” she cursed. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of that. “I didn’t think,” she confessed, voicing her thoughts. “I should probably go and make sure he’s not doing anything stupid.”
Roman nodded, watching as she righted herself and left. He fixed the room and left the door open to air it out before walking back to the party.
Eric, meanwhile, was farther away, by the warehouse where Sookie had been delivered to Russell. He had bought the place and transformed it into a park for Shreveport. He figured Sookie would have liked that. But he sat on one of the benches he’d had installed and watched the sky.
“I thought I might find you here,” Nora said, landing a few feet away from him five minutes later. “Eric, I’m sorry. I’m guessing you heard what I said in Thalia’s office. I wasn’t thinking.”
Eric didn’t say anything but continued to watch the sky. He wished he were at his home in Bon Temps. The sky was so much clearer there. It looked more like when he was human without all the smog.
Nora moved to sit beside him, her arm brushing against his, “Forgive me, brother,” she pleaded. “I should not have spoken how I did.”
Eric sighed, he knew Nora and Roman’s relationship was set up so they could care about each other and not have any sexual restrictions. It didn’t mean he wanted to hear about her husband fucking Sookie.
“I know how you feel about Sookie and I shouldn’t have spoken about her like I did,” Nora continued. “I won’t deny I’m somewhat attracted to her, she is sexy after all, but it was disrespectful to you in the way I was using her to rile Roman up.”
“Rile Roman up?” he asked her, trying to make light of it.
“He fucks me harder when he is riled up,” Nora shrugged. “And you know how I like it hard.”
He blew out a lungful of air and looked to the sky again.
“Brother, please,” Nora said, hating to see him like he was. “Scream or shout at me. Throw me across the park or punish me. I won’t fight you.”
He stood up quickly and began pacing. “It doesn’t really matter does it?”
“It matters to you,” Nora argued.
“It d–” he began. But he stopped suddenly, looking past her shoulder. “We need to get back,” he said.
“What’s wrong?” Nora asked, jumping to her feet. Her eyes darted over the open space looking for any sign of danger.
“Pam.” His voice was tight and sounded frustrated as he took off in the air and flew back.
“Just when I thought this night couldn’t get any more fucked up,” Nora snarled, as she took to the air and followed Eric back to the club.