…and even this fabulous party must come to a close. Hope you enjoy it Mazzablue!
Day 21: A Gift for Mazzablue from Queen of Area V
Of Sequins and Feathers: Part Three
A small smile tugged at Sookie’s lips while Gladiola pulled her toward the large bar taking up most of the front wall. She could feel the blond God’s eyes on her, undressing her, and doing all kinds of wicked things to her body. She felt a flush spread over her, heating her from the inside out.
“What d’ya want?” A gruff voice said, interrupting Sookie’s lustful thoughts.
“Sazerac and a Spiced Mojito,” Gladiola replied before Sookie had a chance to say anything. The fiery Dae was determined to push her new friend out of her comfort zone to experience what the world had to offer, and she was starting with a new drink. She wouldn’t force Sookie to do anything she didn’t want to do, but she would encourage her to broaden her horizons.
Sookie shrugged instead of putting up a fight. She didn’t normally like others ordering for her, but, if only for one night, she was determined to let go and enjoy herself for once. She had been restrained for so long. Taking the drink Gladiola ordered her Sookie pushed away from the bar, letting Gladiola pay for the first round and made her way to an empty table. As luck would have it, the table was in direct line of the throne and in clear view of her vampire admirer.
In addition to His eyes, Sookie could also feel the angry and hateful glares of many of the guests in the club. It was obvious to her they didn’t like the attention she was receiving from Him. A quick dip into the head of the badly-dressed woman a few feet away from her told Sookie ‘The Master’ and she scoffed internally at that title, didn’t usually focus on any specific individual the way he was on her. Sookie felt a spike of lust shoot through her with the knowledge. She was so used to being an afterthought when it came to any romantic interest, it was a boost to her confidence to know that someone so good-looking might desire her.
“I see you’ve captured The Viking’s attention?” Gladiola said after she slipped into the seat opposite Sookie.
“The Viking?” Sookie asked, arching a brow. The Viking sounded much better than ‘The Master’ to Sookie. It alluded to a rich history, a life of adventure, and stories to be told. ‘The Master’ just sounded campy and arrogant to the blonde.
“Northman,” Gladiola replied, giving a subtle nod toward the blond Adonis. “He runs things around here. His word is law. Everyone answers to him.”
“Everyone… Even you?” Sookie questioned, wondering if the title of Master was an actual title, not just something the fangbangers called him. She sure as Hell wouldn’t call him that! She had no problem addressing people with their proper titles and respect, but she wouldn’t give anyone that kind of control over her…unless they were roleplaying.
“No,” Gladiola answered with a small laugh. She worked for Northman from time to time, but she never really answered to him. Few people could assert control over her, she was a free spirit. “I’ll show him the respect he’s earned while I’m here, but I don’t answer to him like the vampires do,” She didn’t bother censoring her words, having realized Sookie knew more about the Supe world than she originally believed.
“Good to know,” Sookie said, her eyes flicking to The Viking again. From the smirk on his gorgeous face, Sookie deduced he heard everything they said. A small smile curled Sookie’s lips after a thought popped into her head. “Does that mean Bill… Bill Compton,” she added, making sure to say his full name, knowing The Viking could hear, “answered to him as well?” The small smile turned into a full-blown one after she saw her Adonis nod in reply. “I bet he loved that…”
Eric Northman chuckled when the stunning blonde’s words reached his ears. There was something about the woman that intrigued him. He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her since she walked in with Gladiola. The Daemon he knew very well, thanks to the work she sometimes did for him, but the blonde didn’t seem the kind to be in the same line of work as Gladiola. He doubted she did wet work for certain vampires. Still, she seemed to have some knowledge of the Supernatural world. Eric wondered how far that knowledge went and who had taught her. He’d heard her mention the cretin, Compton, but Eric knew that waste of blood wouldn’t have told her anything. Compton didn’t know anything himself, so he couldn’t share any wisdom. Eric thought it was lucky the Civil War reject hadn’t tripped and fallen on a stake yet! He was curious as to how his blonde beauty knew Compton.
Eric was just about to call her over and find out for himself when the fool in question showed himself in the club and made a beeline straight for Eric’s future lover. Normally, Eric would have intervened, or, rather, had one of his people do it. He didn’t like getting his hands dirty with the vermin if a vampire showed obsessive and downright creepy behavior with one of his customers. Not that Eric actually cared about them, they were only good for a feed and a fuck, and sometimes they weren’t even good for that. Regardless of his personal feelings, he had an Area to run and that meant keeping the little vampire fuckers in line. This night, however, he decided to stay his hand a little. He would intervene if Compton got out of control and threatened his Goddess in any way, but he wanted to see what she was made of, to see if she burned as hot as she looked.
“Sookeh!” Bill Compton exclaimed, rushing to the table where she was happily seated, stumbling over his feet as he did so. “What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here, it’s not safe. I’ll take you home. Come on, Sweetheart…”
Sookie barely had time to register his presence before she felt his cold hand wrap around her upper arm and attempt to pull her out of her seat. “Bill! What the fuck?!” She exclaimed, wrenching her arm from his grip and settling herself back in her seat. “Keep ya fuckin’ hands off me!”
“Sookeh!” Bill cried, clutching a hand to his unbeating heart in a pathetic attempt to make it look as if she’d wounded him. “That is not the kind of language a proper lady should use. What would your Grandmother think?” He added, trying to shame her. He wanted, no, needed, to get her out of Fangtasia right away! He didn’t want Eric fucking Northman sniffing around her and undoing all the hard work he had put into her. Sookie was HIS, and the sooner she realized it, the better. Bill knew he had made a mistake when she caught him screwing Brandi, but he was confident he could make her see reason and take him back. It wasn’t as if he was really at fault, after all. Sookie had shown up at his house, unannounced, and just barged right in. She should have had better manners than that! If she would have called first and then waited, he would have been done with Brandi, and Sookie would have been none the wiser. So, really, it was Sookie’s fault, Bill had decided. She should have been apologizing to him for her rudeness!
“I doubt she’d care, seein’ how she’s dead,” Sookie snorted, seeing right through Bill’s attempt to shame her. She was only ashamed that it had once worked on her. At one point in their relationship, the mere mention of her Gran would have had Sookie backing down and apologizing. Well, not anymore! “And as for my language… It’s the twenty-first century, Bill. I can say and do anythin’ I fuckin’ like. If ya don’t like that, well, ya can go jerk off in a corner and cry while ya do it.”
Bill couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Sookie, his Sookie, his sweet little flower was cursing up a storm, and not caring who overheard. Bill couldn’t allow her to speak to him that way! He would lose the imagined respect he believed he had gained among the vampires of Area Five. He needed to nip it in the bud, to put Sookie in her place for all to see.
“SOOKEH!” Bill squeaked, sounding more like an angry duck than a ferocious vampire. “I will not allow you…”
“Allow me?” Sookie repeated, cutting Bill off, mid-scolding. “Let’s get one thing clear right now, Bill Compton! You don’t tell me what to do, you don’t tell me what to say, you don’t have any say in my life…”
“Sook…” Bill froze once he felt the hand on his shoulder. He didn’t need to look to know to whom the hand belonged, it could only be one person. He tried desperately to disguise his fear as he slowly turned, moving his gaze from an angry Sookie to an amused-looking Eric.
“Bill,” Eric greeted pleasantly as if he wasn’t crushing the other vampire’s collarbone. “It appears you are bothering one of my guests, something I am sure you are aware is unacceptable inside Fangtasia.”
“My apologies, Sheriff,” Bill replied through clenched teeth, hating having to bow down to Eric. In Bill’s deluded mind, he was twice the vampire Eric was and would make a far better Sheriff for Queen Leclerq. “My human is not accustomed to our way of life and was acting in a manner unfit for vampire company. I will take her home now, and school her in our ways. Sookeh, come…”
“Bill, go,” Sookie said, shooting him a baleful look. She had no intention of going anywhere with her ex, and she swore if he had put off The Viking with his bullshit behavior, she would shove a stake right up his narrow ass! “Also, I’m not your human…”
“Sookeh!” Bill cried, aghast that she had denied his claim in front of everyone and, more importantly, Eric. “You don’t know…”
“Will you just…” Sookie paused and took a deep breath, tired of arguing with Bill, especially when she knew he wouldn’t listen. He never did. Looking past Bill to The Viking, she gave him a warm smile and asked, “Will you make him leave? I came here to have some fun, not to be harassed by my ex.”
“I could, but it will cost you,” Eric replied, loving the sound of her voice. He hoped to hear it screaming his name later.
“What will it cost me?” Sookie asked rather flirtatiously while she ran her eyes over him. If she thought he was good-looking from across the bar, it was nothing compared to him up close. The vampire was sex on legs and Lord forgive her, she wanted nothing more than to wrap her legs around his waist.
“Your name and a dance,” Eric answered, keeping his real desire for her under wraps for the time being. Everything else would come in time.
“No… She is…” Bill protested, trying to stop them any way he could.
“Sookie Stackhouse,” Sookie replied, speaking over Bill’s pitiful protest. There was no way she was going to let him ruin what could be a great night for her! “I’d love to dance…”
“Eric Northman,” Eric said, answering her unspoken plea to know his name. “Compton, leave,” he ordered while he reached his hand out for Sookie’s. Eric’s eyes never left Sookie’s as she slipped her small hand into his larger one and allowed him to guide her onto the dance floor. He never danced with the women who frequented his club, but there was something different about his blonde bombshell. He could tell just by looking she wasn’t a fangbanger. This lady was something else, something special, and he was eager to uncover all there was to know about her.
Bill watched in horror while Sookie moved into Eric’s embrace and the two of them started to sway to the music. It was his worst nightmare come true. Eric Northman and Sookie Stackhouse together, it could not be happening! How had everything gone wrong?
Gladiola smirked when Bill was tossed unceremoniously out of the club. Phase one was complete, Eric and Sookie had met, and the connection had been made. While she watched, Sookie rested her head against Eric’s chest and the Viking tightened his arm around her. Gladiola had to admit her Uncle Desmond was right. If it was meant to be, it would be. Eric Northman and Sookie Stackhouse were meant to be. They just needed to be pointed in the right direction.
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