BVS: First Year chap 1

He was surprised, to say the least. They had been together for five years now. They were married by Vampire law, human law and fae law and she was happy. He was happy because she was happy. There was only one thing which could make him happier, the greatest gift he had to give her. It cost him nothing but three nights and a little blood. It would cost her everything she held dear. She was willing, she was finally willing, to join him in immortality!

She had given him a timeline. Three months. In three months it would be the anniversary of the beginning of his amnesia episode, the beginning of her learning that not only was she lovable but she had a lot of love to give, that there would be ups and downs and arguments, just like with any relationship. It was the beginning of their learning that love doesn’t have to make you weak, it can also make you stronger than ever before.

There were some things she wanted to accomplish in that time as well. She wanted to set up a trust fund for Hunter, transfer her house to her brother’s name so they could have a place to go where no other vampires could go, give away what she didn’t want, make the house vampire friendly, the list was really quite long.

Those three months seemed like the longest of his existence! He was so afraid that something would happen to her during that time, something which would steal her away from him for good.

She told her friends and family what was going to happen and they had a good-bye party for her at Merlotte’s. Not all of them were happy about her decision but they all knew she was happy, besides she was a big girl now and had earned the right to make her own decisions.
She finally quit her job, rather she had given notice that she wouldn’t be back come the new year. Sam was sad to see her go but hoped she would finally be able to go to school and make something of the rest of her existence.

Eric had a surprise for her as well, one which he would tell her about on New Year’s Eve.

They managed to get through the usual hoopla surrounding Hallowe’en, Thanksgiving, Christmas and it was finally time! Time for her to say good-bye to her mortality and hello to immortality.

He picked her up at Merlotte’s that night, her last night at the bar and as a human. Her emotions were mostly sad and happy: sad to be leaving behind those things she held dear like coffee and sunshine, happy to be welcoming things which she had discovered she didn’t want to even try to live without. Maybe I should say she didn’t want them to try to live without her once her mortality was once and finally over without the chance of parole or time off for good behaviour. She didn’t want Eric and Pam to suffer because she was too stubborn to see that her not becoming vampire was really sentencing them to either meeting the sun soon after her mortal death or immortality with the knowledge that she was too bloody stubborn to listen to what others in her life had been telling her: that her not becoming vampire was really condemning Eric, especially, to final death as well.

They drove to his house and she had her last meal, last drink, last human needs breaks, last everything having to do with mortality.

He took her down to the bedroom where everything was ready. She stopped in the doorway and looked at him. No one else knew that he was such a romantic. He had lit some lavender, and vanilla, scented candles to act as both a calming influence and as light. He had strewn the bedroom with daisy petals and left one complete daisy upon her pillow. There was a CD of relaxing sounds in nature playing in the background. “Eric, this is perfect,” she said in a hushed voice. She didn’t want to break the serenity.

When she emerged from the bathroom she looked stunning.

She had chosen a simple gown for tonight. It was stunning in its simplicity, really. It was a floor length dress made of cotton, a burgundy color with a slit up to the the hip on the right side, no bra or panties, a garter and stockings with some impossibly high heels. When she appeared in the room his fangs ran full out and his erection spoke for itself. He was standing in front of her almost instantly unable to keep his hands, or his fangs, to himself.

She took a step back from him, smiled up at him and did the final thing left on her list of things to do. She got down on her knees, bowed to him and said, “Master, I am yours to do with as you will. I yield to you, my husband, my soul mate, my everything. I love you and want to spend the rest of eternity with you. My husband, I want to be all things to you: wife, lover, best friend, child and more. You stole my heart all those years ago when we first met, I was just too stubborn to admit it to myself or anyone else. Master, husband, lover take me, make me, I am ready to be your wife, child, lover.”

By the time she had finished her little speech he had tears running down his face. He reached down and held his hand out to her. She placed her small hand in his big one and he gently pulled her to her feet. He picked her up and carried her to the bed and placed her in the middle, handling her like she was made of spun glass.

He knelt on the floor beside her and said, “Sookie, I’ve been the luckiest vampire since you decided we were worth fighting for and now you have made me the happiest again by agreeing to be with me through eternity. Thank you my love, thank you from the bottom of my heart. I accept you as you are and as you will be as my wife, my child, my lover, my best friend. I gave you my heart that night when we first met but I, too, was too stubborn to admit it. Wife, Lover, soon to be child I am yours as you are mine. I am ready to be your Master, husband, lover, Maker and more.

I’ve got a couple of surprises for you. The first is that effective immediately I’ve resigned my Sheriffdom. I want to be there for you, and with you, through your first years, and always, and I can’t do that if my attention is divided.

The other is that when you rise we will be in Sweden. I want to share my homeland with you, see it again through new eyes.”

With those words he leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips, feeling the waves of happiness emanating from her.

She laughed, “Eric, I think you’ve just made me the happiest soon to be baby vamp ever. I was wishing you would resign but I didn’t feel it was fair to ask you to give up something you so obviously love. You’ve changed so much already and I’m ecstatic that you ll be there for me through the baby years. I’ll do my best to make you proud of me, proud to call me yours, proud to have another awesome vampire as your child.” With that she put her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a long and passionate kiss.

He could smell her arousal and this time there were no underthings to get in the way of his wandering fingers. He slid his hand through the slit so his fingers could have their way. He discovered just how excited she was when he felt how absolutely drenched she was. There wasn’t a fraction of an inch that was dry.

They smiled at each other.

He attacked her nipples through the fabric of her gown suckling one then the other, pinching them in turn while still fingering her, feeling the impossible: she was getting even wetter.
He stood up and slowly undressed for her. One button at a time he undid his shirt and oh so slowly slid it down over his shoulders and off his back, letting her see what was hers. Just as slowly he undid his pants and slid them down to the floor, kicking them to the side to join his shirt. She giggled. He had on the same underwear he was wearing when she found him that long ago January night, those tight red briefs that left nothing to the imagination.

She tried to get up and crawl over to help him remove those sexy red underwear but he just wagged a finger at her and told her to stay put. This night was all about pleasing her.
He got on the bed between her wet thighs, leaving the underwear on, and started kissing all of her exposed skin, tweaking a hidden nipple, pinching a breast, nuzzling her neck, sinking his fangs into her thigh for just a sip. He continued this way for hours, bringing her to the plateau, to almost plunge over, then backing her down just a bit, over and over again until, “Eric, I need you in me now!” said in the smallest yet most commanding and sexy voice he had ever heard from her.

He divested himself of the last remaining article of clothing and poised himself at her opening and looked at her lovingly, “Last chance lover, are you positive this is what you want?”

“Eric! Fuck me, drain me, feed me! I am yours now and forever.”

With those words he entered her, pumping and thrusting into her, hearing her call his name over and over again. When he was near his own climax he sank his fangs into her neck and drank deeply, deeper than he’d ever drunk from her before. When he felt her spark was nearly gone he pulled out, sat up and put her head in his lap, bit into his wrist and poised it over her now cold, blue lips, letting the blood fall between them, “Drink my Love, drink. I love you. When you wake you will be the most magnificent creation ever.” She reached up weakly and grasped his wrist to hold it steady so she could drink in his life giving blood.

He stroked her throat to help her swallow his own essence and kept feeding her his blood until he felt she had had enough.

When he was through he ran a warm bath, undressed her and cleaned her, dried her, brushed her hair out and lay her on the bed so he could get the clothes he had helped her pick out for when she rose. They had picked out a dress that reminded them both of the one she had worn when they had first met all those years ago. That one had been a white sundress with little red flowers on it. This one was an off white, knee length sweater dress with red tear drops and a red belt, a red garter, seamed stockings and charcoal pumps, she had also bought a lacy bra and itty, bitty, barely there thong panties.

He dressed her very tenderly, laying kisses on whatever body part he was dressing and moved her to the double wide coffin he would share with her over the next three nights.

He packed their bags, placed them by the coffin and sent Mustapha a reminder that Anubis was picking them up at 6:30 for their 7:30 am flight so he needed to be there to let them in.

He dressed himself in a black suit with a charcoal button down shirt and blood red tie to match her dress.

He called Pam to let her know he was now unreachable for the next three nights and would call her once Sookie had risen. When he was done with his calls he climbed in beside her, closed the lid and locked it. Once that was done he adjusted them, lay a towel over her chest so as not to dirty her dress and bit into his wrist so he could feed her a little more, feeling that little bit of spark that let him know his child would rise. She eagerly grasped his wrist and drank deeply for a few pulls then let his wrist go and died.
Each night when he woke he fed her a little more. Each morning before the dawn took him he fed her a little more. He was anxious to see what she would be like as a vampire. He had always thought she would make a great vampire, now he would find out.

Chapter 2

  1. Great beginning! I really love how your version of vampire Sookie! She was indeed meant to be more…

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