Chapter 04: Plantation Rock


Eric Northman touched down on the outskirts of Bon Temps about a quarter of a mile from where he really wanted to be: at Sookie Stackhouse’s home where his blood told him the object of his desire—and his affection—was safe, sound, and happy. Despite his enhanced hearing, however, he couldn’t make out any noises from her home until an especially loud laugh was heard. Eric couldn’t help but to smile as well, even as his quick vampire mind reviewed his evening thus far.

He’d woken up at his normal time that evening—not earlier.

As usual, he’d reached out into his bonds to find that Appius and Karin still lived, but were too far away to feel emotions from; that Pam lived and was still resting for the day; and that Sookie was perfectly fine—not afraid for her life.

Needless to say, that evening’s beginnings had been preferable to those of the night before.

After allowing himself a few quiet minutes to enjoy the peace with which he had awoken, Eric checked his messages to find that Bill Compton had arrived in Bon Temps about twenty minutes before dawn. True to form, the Civil War shithead had immediately attempted to contact Sookie. Of course, Thalia had put a stop to that and had informed Compton that if he tried to approach Sookie again—without the telepath’s permission—he would be hung up with silver.

By his balls.

Bill had stood down—for the moment.

Eric sort of hoped Compton would try to push Thalia, but figured that the younger vampire was too chicken shit to do so—at least not by himself. Still—Eric planned to have some additional words with Sookie’s would-be rapist and murderer.

And maker.

Eric growled. Clearly, Bill already needed a reminder of the boundaries Eric had set down for him the night before.

Satisfied that Sookie was safe and content in her home, Eric nodded toward Thalia as she approached him in the woods. She was not trying to sneak up on him, but Eric found himself wondering if she could. Indeed, he speculated that it might be great fun to test her stealth one evening. Of course, such a “hunt” often culminated in sex between the vampire participants, and—before Sookie came into his life—Eric would not have shied away from “testing” Thalia in that way too.

But now things were very different.

“What has you so deep in thought, Viking?” Thalia asked as she drew near.

“I am considering something,” he paused, “—something singular.”

“Do tell,” Thalia demanded curiously. Of course, all of her requests tended to sound like commands. “Little is deserving of the label, singular.”

“Sookie is. The way I feel about her is. What I wish to pursue with her is,” Eric responded honestly.

Thalia shrugged. “She is unusual—to be sure. A hybrid of some kind?”

Eric indicated his concurrence by nodding.

“Fairy? Britlingen?”

“I had not considered the latter,” Eric indicated. “I’ve never tasted one.”
Thalia grinned almost evilly. “Tremendous stamina as lovers. Enticingly rich in flavor.”

“Sweet?” Eric asked, taking a moment to wonder if he’d been wrong in his hypothesis that Sookie was Fae. In many ways, it would be better—much better—if she were a Britlingen, for their politics were uncomplicated. They were not known to breed often with humans, but a hybrid child was not completely unheard of. Indeed, Dr. Ludwig had a part-Britlingen apprentice, who went by the name of Aphra Smith (though Smith certainly wasn’t her real surname); Aphra specialized in mental medicine. The Viking couldn’t help but to wonder if it might be a good idea to ask Sookie if she wanted the part-Britlingen’s phone number.

“Savory, not really sweet,” Thalia answered his question, her eyes flashing with lust in a way that didn’t entice the Viking at all, although it could not be denied that the vampiress in front of him was beautiful in her way. In that moment, Eric realized that he’d been on his way to monogamy—at least, in his thoughts—well before Sookie had asked for the same of his body.

Eric shrugged. “Sookie’s blood is sweet in a way that I believe is Fae.”

“You tell me this freely?” Thalia asked with surprise.

The Viking nodded. “As you already indicated, you can sense a difference about her too, and I know that your senses are well-honed. To guard her well, you must know the things that make her up—her biology and her character. Moreover, I trust you; if I did not, I would not have employed you to see to her safety. Most importantly, however, you have honor. You would not take blood from a creature I have claimed. Thus, there is no need for me to try to hide such things from you.”

Thalia looked ambivalent to Eric’s strong praise and trust, though the Viking knew that she took neither lightly. A sour temperament was simply the vampiress’s “default setting.” And she certainly felt no need to acknowledge the praise verbally; instead, she began her report.

“This evening—so far—Compton has stayed in his home as instructed,” she stated with some disappointment. “This afternoon, Sookie went out with her brother to secure a Pagan ritual accompaniment. The siblings have had dinner and are now taking small trinkets from boxes that smell of dust.”

“Pagan?” Eric asked.

“A dying tree,” Thalia shrugged. “Humans, I believe, now associate the decorating of such a tree with a religion, but I do not care to keep up with their fads anymore.”

Eric chuckled and shook his head. Leave it to Thalia to label Christianity as a “fad”—with the same tone that she might have commented on leg warmers in the 1980s.

“Was Sookie’s day security up to your standards?” Eric asked.

“The telepath is alive and there was apparently no danger to her today,” Thalia indicated matter-of-factly. “From Dawson’s report, it is clear that the team you hired will be sufficient for the foreseeable future. Onawa, the shifter, prefers a bear as her familiar, but she indicated that she can shift into a cougar or a wolf without the need of an image to contemplate. The bird of prey, Willow, seems competent enough. Maria-Star is quite strong—as you know. Indeed, I would suggest she be given leadership of the two-natured group—at least, when I am in the ground.”

Eric contemplated for a moment. He’d thought to put Mustapha in charge, but Thalia’s suggestion was a good one. “I will check with her godfather tonight to confirm that she is ready for such a responsibility. If she is, she’ll be given the reigns. If not, Mustapha will take charge from Tray tomorrow.”

Thalia nodded and finished her report. “Dawson has already agreed to take two to three shifts per week so that the other members can rotate in a schedule that will not be over-taxing for them. Mustapha and Warren were delayed, but will arrive tomorrow morning. In the meantime, Flood has committed a few extras to patrol the border of the property. It was seeing how Maria-Star organized and deployed them that gave me the feeling that she would be a good leader.”

“Her lead was followed?” Eric asked.

The vampiress nodded. “One Long Tooth male tried to challenge her, but got a broken nose for his trouble. Once she established dominance, he and the others have followed without question. In addition, she improved upon the patrol pattern that I had left with Dawson.”

“Improved upon your work?” the Viking asked, his eyebrow rising.

“My work was perfect—for the number of guards expected,” Thalia emphasized. “When two additional guards were offered by Colonel Flood, Maria-Star took the initiative to adapt the plan for more efficiency.”

“That is good,” Eric commented.

Thalia nodded in agreement. “I know Mustapha. There is nothing incompetent about him, but he—like Dawson—is a better soldier than general.”

Eric contemplated for a moment. “I have heard that Maria-Starr is a born leader, but she is young. Once I speak with Flood, we will discuss this again.”

Thalia nodded.

“In the meantime, ensure that no fewer than two guards are assigned to Sookie when she is home and three—two with her and one here—when she is not,” Eric ordered. “Also make sure that one of the guards traveling with her is always a woman so that public restrooms will not be an issue.”

Thalia nodded in agreement. “I will ensure the orders are understood.”

“Bubba will be making his way back here soon,” Eric commented. “He is already fond of Sookie and can keep an eye on her during times when you cannot.”

Thalia contemplated for a moment. “Bubba will do if there are no imminent threats; however, I’d prefer to pair him with a partner when I am not with Sookie at night.”

“Do you have anyone in mind?” Eric asked, knowing that the fierce warrior in front of him would already have a suggestion.

“Padma has expressed an interest in staying in Area 5,” she commented.

Eric nodded. “A good thought,” he said of Indira’s vampire “sister.” Indira was a trusted subject of his, and Eric knew that Padma was only a decade or so “younger” than her “sister.” Padma had asked for permission to visit Area 5 a few months before, and Eric would be pleased if she stayed indefinitely. She was stronger than her sister, despite her slightly younger age, and her vampire gift related to diplomacy; she would be a good complement to Thalia, given the elder’s gruffness.

“Ask Padma, and—at any time—let me know if there is anything or anyone you require so that you can better perform your duty,” he stated.

“Fine then. I need to kill Compton,” she requested hopefully. “He annoys me.”

Eric chuckled. “Me too. But that is currently not an option,” he added darkly as he thought about finding Bill attacking Sookie in the trunk the night before. “And when it is, I will be the one to do it.”

Seeing the rancor in his eyes, Thalia nodded, effectively deferring the potential future kill to her sheriff.

“Why not kill him now?” she asked.

“Two reasons. Sookie needs to understand the necessity of the act before I progress—if I am to keep her affection.”

“That is important to you?” Thalia asked.

Essential,” Eric emphasized.

The vampiress nodded, despite her surprise at his zeal. “Your second reason?”

“Compton still has information that is required.”

“Surely, torture would be an effective—not to mention enjoyable—method of learning anything he had to tell,” Thalia commented, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Eric chuckled. “I agree; however, he’ll really have to have fucked up for Sookie to give me carte blanche to do my worst.”

“Pity,” Thalia said almost wistfully.

“Speaking of that waste of fucking space,” Eric said, looking toward Bill’s ramshackle home, “apparently, I need to set some firmer ground rules for Mr. Compton.”

“Have fun,” Thalia grinned fangily before disappearing into the woods.

Anxious to complete his interactions with the muck that was Bill Compton as quickly as possible, Eric sped to the younger vampire’s home. He didn’t bother to knock.

“Eric,” Bill greeted with a clear lack of respect for his elder.

“Watch your tone,” Eric warned.

Bill fumed like a child, but wisely kept his mouth shut.

“Good. It is best that you simply listen for a change. If you want to stay in my area, you will need to follow several rules for the foreseeable future.”

“It is the queen’s area!” Compton unwisely piped up. “You serve her! And do not forget that she appointed me to be Area 5 Investigator!”

For Bill’s insolence, Eric backhanded him into the closest wall, causing a Bill-shaped hole in the plaster.

He was beginning to enjoy causing such shapes.

He’d never had an inclination towards being an artist before, but there was something quite promising in the idea of using Compton as his “chisel.”

“I thought that you understood that I did not want to hear your annoying voice,” Eric sighed dramatically as Bill righted himself.

The younger vampire seemed tempted for a moment to charge at Eric, but stayed where he was.

“As I was saying,” Eric indicated in a bored tone, “you have rules to follow—some of which I made clear last night. But you have seemingly forgotten our conversation. Tell me—do I need to wait while you find a pen to write them down?” he asked sarcastically.

Bill glared, but said nothing.

The “artist” in Eric lamented.

“If you enjoy having fangs, you’ll adhere to the rules carefully from now on, Billy boy. Number one: you are not to try to speak to or otherwise contact Sookie in any way. Number two: you are not to step one toe onto her property—or any Stackhouse property, for that matter. Number three: you are not to attempt to use Sookie’s brother or any of her friends to make contact with her. Number four: you are to stay away from Merlotte’s on any night when Sookie is working there.”

“You cannot keep her from me! Sookie is mine!” Bill yelled, earning himself another blow from the “master sculptor” and losing a significant part of another wall in the process.

The Viking took a moment to admire his work. “Sookie has renounced your claim and accepted mine,” he announced, taking pleasure in seeing the younger vampire’s confused and angry—almost constipated-looking—expression. “That being said, she does wish to speak with you—but on her terms and on her timeline,” he continued, ignoring the fact that Bill was actively growling at him. Indeed, Eric would welcome a reason to do more “art work” in Bill’s ancestral home.

The mural he was working on seemed to be missing more Bill-shapes, after all.

“Sookie would never agree to be yours,” Bill seethed.

“Yet another thing you are mistaken about,” Eric said evenly.

“The queen will hear of this,” the younger vampire muttered.

“Be sure to tell Sophie-Anne how you personally asked me to oversee Sookie’s care when you went to Lorena,” Eric reminded. “And—if you’ve conveniently forgotten that little tidbit—I’m sure that the recording of our conversation regarding Sookie would be a revelation to Sophie-Anne.”

Bill’s eyes widened. “You recorded that?”

Eric chuckled. “You have so much to learn about politics. Of course, unlike Nixon, I destroy any tapes that could incriminate me, but I keep everything that could damage an enemy—even one as ultimately ineffectual as you.”

“Fuck you, Eric!” Bill snarled.

The Viking ignored the younger vampire’s words. “So—to reiterate—since you never did get that pen—stay away from Sookie and anyone or anything that is important to her. Her preliminary plan is to speak with you on Friday night. Unless you hear otherwise, you will present yourself at her home exactly one hour after sundown. At that point, you will cooperate fully as Sookie gets what she has labeled ‘closure.’ And—just so that you are aware—Thalia and I will be nearby during your talk with Sookie. If I feel anything amiss from her—you will suffer for it. If you try to give her blood, any increased tie or bond made will die within moments because you will die within moments,” he added coldly.

“Sookie is mine,” Bill snarled, apparently willing to live his “un-death” quite dangerously.

“She belongs to whomever she wishes; that is now me,” Eric announced assuredly—no doubt whatsoever in his voice. There had been a time when he would have questioned whether such a declaration would have been possible, but that time had passed. Though Sookie still harbored some positive feelings for Bill, those were fading more and more each day—each minute, in fact. And the Viking was confident that Bill would further ruin Sookie’s previous affection for him when they spoke on Friday night. But—even if Sookie could somehow forgive Bill for what happened in the trunk—there had already been enough nails in the coffin of their relationship to keep it closed. About that, Eric had no concerns. That Bill might say something or try to do something that hurt Sookie physically or emotionally was the only thing he feared regarding the younger vampire. But—given Sookie’s obvious need to confront Bill—Eric was realistic enough to know that sometimes pain was a necessary part of healing.

“She will choose me again. She will be mine again,” Bill opined.

“She will not,” Eric stated flatly.

“It might take time, but she will,” Bill insisted.

“After Friday night, I’d be surprised if she ever wanted to see you again, and I will be taking her wishes into account—very strongly.”

“You cannot harm me,” Bill said arrogantly. “The queen would . . . .”

Suspect me of removing you from this world. Yes! She certainly would!” Eric chuckled. “However, I have acquired much experience masking my involvement in certain,” he paused, “deeds over the years. And I’m willing to go the extra mile in order to do things that I enjoy,” the Viking added threateningly. It was crystal clear to Bill that his elder would very much enjoy dragging him that extra mile.

Before Eric could say any more, his phone rang; it was the ringtone he’d programmed for Sookie.

The Viking smiled, but then looked at Bill warningly. “One sound from you, and you will learn how painful it is to regrow a tongue.”

“And a cock!” came Thalia’s yell from outside.

Eric chuckled as he went to answer the phone. “It figured she’d be listening,” he mumbled with amusement.

“Sookie,” he greeted, even as Bill looked ready to burst. “What are you so amused about?” he asked, feeling her pleasure flowing through the blood tie he shared with her. He was beginning to understand just how satisfying it was to feel her positive emotions as they floated through him like a leaf on water.

“Jason and I were just putting up a Christmas tree. It’s been fun—going through the old ornaments. Sharin’ stories,” she responded.

“And yet you just felt sad,” Eric commented, his own lips curling downward into a frown.

“It’s just that this is our first Christmas without Gran,” she said in a hushed voice. “She would have liked this—Jason and me getting along and decorating the house together. We’ve had a patchy relationship for a while, but today things seem better between us—like we can actually stay close even though Gran’s gone.”

“That is good, Sookie,” Eric said sincerely. Unlike others—namely Bill—Eric hoped that Sookie would maintain robust relationships with those whom she cared about—as long as those individuals were good to her in return.

“Yeah—but it’s hard too,” she commented.

Eric was glad that Bill was overhearing their intimate conversation and hoped that the younger vampire was beginning to understand the level to which Sookie’s affections and trust had shifted; however, if Sookie opened up any more, Eric determined that he would leave. Bill didn’t need to know one more detail about Sookie’s private life than he already did.

“Perhaps you will want to speak more about this on Sunday?” Eric asked.

“Oh—are you busy now? Too busy to talk?” Sookie asked with clear disappointment in her tone.

“I am not too busy, and rarely will I be too busy to make time for you. But I am nearby right now,” he responded significantly.

There was a pause as she interpreted what he’d said. “You’re with Bill,” she stated, even as her emotions changed to a swirl of feelings, none of them very positive.

“Yes. I am making sure that he understands that you want to be left alone for the next few nights and informing him of your request that he come to see you on Friday night.”

Sookie took a loud breath. “Okay. Thanks. Any problems?” she asked.

“Nothing of consequence,” Eric responded, looking pointedly at Bill. “He has been made aware of your wishes. Thalia has been given leave to make sure he adheres to those wishes if he does not have the discipline to do so himself.”

“Maybe that shouldn’t make me feel better, but it does,” Sookie sighed.

“It is understandable that it does,” Eric responded, even as Bill looked like he might be trying to bite through an invisible gag. Indeed, a drop of blood escaped his mouth, indicating that he had—quite literally—needed to bite his tongue to keep from wagging it.

“Yeah. Thank you, Eric,” she said in a soft voice.

“You’re welcome. I am sorry that my gift wouldn’t fit under your Christmas tree,” he smirked, shifting the subject a bit.

“Oh—right! That’s why I’m callin’, mister!” she chastised loudly. It was clear that she was trying to sound annoyed. It was even clearer that she was failing at it. “A driveway, Eric!” she demanded. “You got me a driveway! Really!”

“It’s just gravel,” he offered.

“Just?” she gasped. “You think I should be glad you didn’t do a gold-plated driveway or somethin’?”

“You would have preferred that?” Eric asked with a smile.

“No! Don’t go gettin’ any fresh ideas! God knows you have enough of those in your head already!” she said with a little snort in order to hide her laugh.

“What? Are you upset that I did not wait for the 25th to give you the gift? I must admit that I’m not completely aware of all the protocols of the holiday. But now that I know there is a tree, I will rectify that by getting you a present for under it—one that you cannot have until Christmas Day.”

“Wait! No! I’m not upset about the fact that it’s early!” Sookie insisted.

“You do not like the type of gravel I chose?”

“It’s not that either. The gravel’s really—uh—pretty, if gravel can be described that way.”

“The workers bothered you?” he asked.

“No—they were here and gone while Jason and I picked out the tree and went to the bank and grocery store.” She exhaled. “Thanks for the check—by the way. You were right. I almost didn’t accept it, but then I remembered that I had earned it.”

“That you did; you went above and beyond in Dallas,” the Viking said, glaring at Bill, whose eyes had widened as he realized that Sookie had discovered that he’d withheld her original pay from her.

Sookie was silent for a moment. “Thank you, Eric—really. For everything—even the driveway. You know that you don’t need to buy me gifts though. I—uh—feel weird accepting them. I’m not one used to bein’ spoiled.”

“I know,” Eric said, turning his back on Bill and smiling softly. “I’m not one used to spoiling.”
“Pam?” Sookie asked with challenge in her tone.

“As if my spoiling of her were a choice on my part?” He chuckled. “Anyway, we’ll learn to compromise in that regard too.”

“The spoiling regard?” she asked with a little giggle.


“And what will that look like?”

“Me learning just how much I can spoil you before you want to stake me,” he grinned widely.

He heard a little displacement of air and could imagine Sookie shaking her head at him. “Better not play too close to the fire, Mr. Northman,” she said flirtatiously.

He chuckled again. “Good advice for a vampire.”

Again, she was silent for a moment or two. “So—uh—I guess I’ll say goodbye for tonight.”

“Goodbye, Sookie,” he said earnestly, even as he resisted the urge to suggest that he come over for a quick visit—or a long kiss goodnight. He held his tongue, however, as he wanted to respect Sookie’s desire to have the privacy to contemplate her situation on her own. Plus, Sookie knew that he would be there immediately if she asked him to be.

But, despite the fact that Eric could feel longing from her in the blood tie, Sookie did not ask. “Goodnight,” she said, before ending the call.

Eric put the phone back into his pocket and slowly turned around.

“You did well, Bill,” Eric said to the younger vampire. “Not a peep! Honestly, I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“You are manipulating her—playing upon the things she’s gone through,” Bill seethed.

The Civil War veteran had very little grasp of space or time for the next minute as Eric flung him around, making the entirety of the old house his “canvas.”

They ended up in a bathroom—Bill’s face pressed up against a mirror.

“Open your fucking eyes!” Eric ordered.

Shaking with fear, Bill complied; he couldn’t help but to stare into his own eyes. “That asshole is the manipulator. You, Bill! You! And—as I learn the full extent of your misdeeds—you can be assured that Sookie will learn of them too.”

“You’ll hurt her,” Bill squeaked out.

“Never like you have, Bill,” Eric growled with barely controlled rage. “No one will hurt her like that again,” he added, pressing Bill against the mirror until it cracked, pieces lodging into Bill’s flesh.

“Pity it’s not silver,” Eric seethed before thrusting Bill’s head against the porcelain toilet and then into the bowl. “You need to consider your health, Bill. If you continue to try to claim Sookie—to insert yourself into her life in any way—you will learn the true meaning of regret.” The Viking pulled Bill’s face out of the bowl and slammed him against the toilet again, this time shattering the stool.

So as not to get his feet wet, Eric hovered and then dropped Bill, who took several moments floundering to his feet.

“You cannot threaten me,” the younger vampire said, despite the evidence to the contrary that was shattered around him—not to mention the glass and flaked porcelain which were lodged in his face.

A mosaic of masonry, glass, and blood.

“It’s not a threat,” Eric returned evenly—coldly. “It is a warning. And—now that Sookie has agreed to be mine officially, you can consider it to be your only warning. For now, you live because she wishes it. However, she has also freed me to do what is necessary if you do not respect her wishes.”

Still hovering about an inch off the ground, the Viking bent down to look Bill in the eyes. “I really hope you misbehave so that I can as well,” he said with a wink before leaving the whimpering, weak vampire behind.

A/N: Happy New Year!  I hope that you all have a healthy, happy 2018!  I hope to be with you every week, posting this or another story.  Thanks so much for sticking with me and my stories!  

As for this chapter, I have to admit that it was fun to write.  This Eric might be embracing his feelings for Sookie in many ways, but he still enjoys kicking an ass now and then.  And what better target than Billy Boy?  I can’t think of one.  😉

Please comment if you have the time and inclination.

And, again, thank you for reading my work.  I stay motivated and excited about Eric/Sookie stories (and writing them) because of your support.

With much affection,

California Kat



28 thoughts on “Chapter 04: Plantation Rock

  1. I hope he took a photo of his artwork. Bill really is a dick if he thinks he can outwit Eric. Please, please let him call Lorena so both Thalia and Eric can enjoy themselves. I’ve forgotten, how far away is Xmas? I am so looking forward to Sookie’s meeting with Bill.
    Blessings to you and yours for the new year!

  2. Oh no, Mr Bill! Eric is exercising his artistic license with you painting his mural with your body. Bill is arrogant and mule headed. He is also misogynistic, he nearly rapes and drains Sookie but he thinks Eric will hurt her? How will he hurt her more than Bill has? Bill thinks he will get Sookie back under his control, over Eric’s finally dead staked body. If the queen needs to choose between keeping a thousand year old warrior sheriff and a less than 200 year old procurer, she would be an idiot to prefer Bill. Eric is a better asset.
    Thalia is a hoot, cue the wereowl. She is also pretty clever, observing and evaluating Sookie ‘s guard detail.
    Interesting concept of Britlingen hybrids.
    I like the idea of Sookie taking time to recover from her ordeal before being inundated with vampire suitors. She does need to confront Bill, but on her terms, not his.
    I love Thalia’s comments on traditions associated with Christmas. Present day Christianity is rife with pagan customs. Even the date we celebrate the birth of Christ is corrupted by a pagan holiday. Not that modern Christmas has much to do with Christ, seems to be all about materialism and selfishness. I suspect more children associate the holiday with Santa Claus than with Christ. Political correctness seems to be about excluding concepts, not including . Well, that’s my rant for the end of 2017. I wish everyone a happy and safe New Year, don’t drink and drive, better yet, don’t text and drive! I see too many people paying more attention to their cell phones than the road. It wasn’t that long ago we didn’t have cell phones, people weren’t available all the time, yet the world kept spinning on its axis. Now we are subjected to everyone’s private conversations. Plus all the nonstop cell company ads. Argh. Don’t let me get started. I’m shutting up now.

    1. Got carried away and left off the most important part, I LOVE THIS STORY. I love that Sookie and Eric are both behaving like mature sensible people who learn from their trials. I can’t wait for more next year. Well, I can wait, but will obsessively check the website every hour like usual. I’m OCD like that.

  3. Firstly,
    HAPPY NEW YEAR 🎉🎆🎊Thank you for all the enjoyment of reading your stories during 2017. I look forward to more in 2018. You don’t know how much I appreciate that you still write AWESOME Eric and Sookie fanfics! It’s something to look forward to every week. I hope your 2018 is all you could wish for.

    you can make DoucheBill a target any time you want!!! I can certainly understand why Eric loves (and looks forward to) getting his point across. But Eric is more kick-ass than Bill even when dead for the day *snort* 😉
    I’m hoping for Sookie’s sake that Jason does make the extra effort to be a better brother to her, now that Gran is gone.
    I’m really looking forward to Friday night because I’m pretty certain Billy Boy will act pathetic and make an idiot of himself, or try being derogatory about Eric, or try the “you are mine” crap on Sookie. Come to think of it, even Sookie is more kick-ass than Bill. I’m sure he’ll get the picture when she puts him in his place. Hehe! I can hardly wait to see what she has to say once he’s finished with his pathetic attempt to “woo” her back to him. And I really hope she makes it perfectly clear that Eric is the vampire for her!

  4. Happy New Year to you! Hopefully you have a wonderful 2018. I am loving this story and am always up for some good Bill bashing. I look forward to how the relationship between Eric and Sookie build in this one.

  5. As usual, Bill is delusional. That Sookie would want him after the way he has treated her is ludicrous. Especially after she saved him from his evil maker. He should be on his knees thanking her instead of conveniently forgetting he would have raped and drained her. I am anxious for the confrontation.

  6. Happy New Year!!! Now love the story, please keep writing them. Wondering about Sookie Fridays meeting with Bill, I’m thinking she should sit in a chair just like snide the front door and make Billy Boy stand or sit out on the front porch just to show him how serious she is about getting answers, being down with him, and not trusting him enough to let him back in her house or to get to close to her ever again. Not that he will get the hint for Billy boy isvery delusional. Looking forward to next week and a new chapter.

  7. oh how i wish Eric had more play time with Billy Boy, asshat doesn’t know how to shut his piehole. love Thalia, favorite words from her and his cock… lol Sookie did awesome reading between the lines …. KY

  8. Eric the artiste–splendid!! (I love the “medium” in which he works–nothing like a little smushed Bill to accentuate an interior : ) .

    Getting an update on one of your stories is always a treat. Thank you for this after-Xmas present, and Happy New Year to you !

  9. Great story following another great story. Bill is such a bone head. Is he really thinking that QSA will take his side of this story after she finds out how he has treated Sookie? I guess he has never been privy to how her maker treated her at the end of her human life. He would have to be more than a stool pidgeon. Really looking forward to Sookie getting closure. I think that Bill may just be the cause of his own final death.

  10. Thanks for this wonderful chapter!!!!
    I really wish that Billy boy does something stupid so Eric &Thalia could have fun with him!!!
    Wishing you a wonderful 2018🍾🎆✨

  11. Not sure who Bill should be more afraid of, Eric or Thalia. They both would derive infinite pleasure from torturing and killing him…another lovely chapter, thanks so much for continuing to share your talent with all of us.

  12. Happy New Year! 🎉🎆🎉🎇 Can’t wait to hear this conversation between Bill and Sookie. He is still living in fantasy land thinking that he can “keep” her as his own but it is way too late for that. It is good to see that she and Eric are still connecting in a positive way.

  13. Eric had some fun. Please let Sookie tell Bill to go away and if he doesn’t She’ll have him gone for good. By her hand. That would be amazing.
    Happy New Year ! Here’s to good health and happiness.

  14. Happy New Year to you, Kat! I’m super thrilled to read this chapter- first day back at work after two weeks and it was a loooong day. But, wow, Kat! I loved that Eric was in (super hottie) kick-ass mode- though I never realized he was such an artist before. Who knew? I bet the walls and the bathroom look remarkable with the upgrades and all. Should do wonders for the resale value of that dump. Bet the Compton-shaped dents look great, too. Love murals, don’t you? Anyway, there are times when Eric’s strength is hinted at or, because we know he is so old, it is looming below the surface. But I love that he was so having so much fun tossing Compton all around. Just. So. Much. Fun!

    Enjoyed the conversation between Eric and Thalia- I adore her. She always strikes me as such a survivor. And strong, and smart, and always interesting.

    As always, I love how creative you are with the English language. I mean, “constipated-looking expression” is absolutely hilarious! I SWEAR I could picture it clearly! I smiled through the entire chapter. Thank you!

  15. Just started reading this series and I’m already hooked! I love the more mature side of Sookie here it’s very refreshing. Eric is great as always and I enjoy how he’s pursuing this relationship with Sookie. He’s giving her control of how they progress and right now Sookie really needs to gain her power back. I look forward to seeing them become a respected and envied power couple in the Supe community! Thanks so much for sharing this amazing story.

    Happy New Year! 🎉

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