Blame the Moon

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Monday, February 2, 2015

It’s Eric’s fifth session at Dr. Ludwig’s sex addiction group. He’s found the therapy group pointless but entertaining. Listening to the antics of the other members in the group has amused him; it has kept him from ripping the head off the doctor when she antagonizes him. If tonight is his fifth session, it means that he only has seven more to go. He was eager before to be free of this ridiculous punishment from his queen and he still wants to be free of Sophie-Anne’s ridiculous idea of retribution for something her wayward pet was responsible for, however, now he has a more pressing reason to be free of this torment.

And his tormentor is one Sookie Stackhouse.

It’s been over a week and a half since Sookie magically appeared in his bar acting like she didn’t have a care in the world. The moment his lips had touched Sookie’s it had been as if a series of fireworks had exploded inside his body. Eric craved her; he wanted to possess every part of her. His saucy fairy teased him that night in Fangtasia and every night since. There has been no opportunity to see her with everything that is going on, but that hasn’t stopped either of them from communicating by text, phone call, or email. The conversations have been filled with getting to know one another along with moments of highly charged sexual tension that has left Eric feeling more frustrated than ever before. Humans are forced to go to the doctor if they have erections lasting longer than four hours. What relief is there for a vampire that is going to have an erection lasting ninety days?

Eric had thought he was managing his forced abstinence well; it’s not like he hadn’t gone for longer periods in his existence without sex. There was a time during the Middle Ages when Eric had devoted himself to being something more than a vampire that survived on his instincts alone. He wanted to learn to read and write so that he could survive in the ever changing world he saw before his eyes. The greatest influence on Eric during this time was his friend Thomas Aquinas, a Dominican monk who wrote Summa Theologiae. While Eric never subscribed to the teachings of Christianity and Catholicism, he understood the need to be knowledgeable about the religion if he was to survive in the changing European world he found himself in. The days of Vikings and pagan gods were long gone; he needed to adapt to the world he found himself in. Eric has often thanked the Catholic saint for the information he imparted to him. Many times throughout his existence, Eric has posed as a religious figure to stay concealed. The church condemns vampires, yet they have been a vampire’s greatest asset at times. There is always a ready supply of food, wealth, knowledge, and safe places to hide. However, the church ceased being a place where vampires could hide thanks to the King of España and the Spanish Inquisition. The Inquisition wasn’t finding heretics; it was the King of España using the Catholic Church to eradicate his enemies, mainly witches and the two-natured. His reign of terror lasted several centuries and only ended in the nineteenth century when he was beheaded by the Magister. From that time on, the Supernatural Council and The Authority made it abundantly clear that vampires were no longer to use religion to further their agenda. It was the one and only time before The Great Revelation that the supernatural world was almost exposed entirely to the humans.

Eric lands in the parking lot of the building where the meeting is scheduled to take place and notices that there are few cars in the parking lot. He casts his eyes towards the sky and sees that it is almost the full moon. He doubts many of the two-natured will be in attendance this evening; they aren’t known for having the greatest control over their animalistic urges. Eric sighs heavily knowing that it will probably only be himself and the insolent fairy attending the meeting tonight. The others that are in the treatment group are of the two-natured variety though there are also a few witches. But even witches use the excuse that the cycle of the moon had great importance in their rituals.

Eric personally thinks that’s code for the full moon makes everyone horny and they want to fuck like rabbits. For a vampire, the stage of the moon makes no difference on their desires; they are ready to fuck all the time.

When this punishment is over, that’s exactly what he intends to do. He has told Sookie on more than one occasion that she needs to build her strength up, to be ready for him come March 30 when Sophie-Anne releases him from his sentence. His saucy fairy responded by saying that she can take anything he dishes out.

His cock throbs as Eric thinks about how he wants to cover Sookie in his cum and blood as he fucks her from sunset to sunrise for days on end.

An alarm sounds from his cell phone, reminding him that it is time to go inside the building for therapy. His vamp speed has him inside the meeting room before Ludwig is closing the door. Dr. Ludwig has a strict attendance policy; if you aren’t in the room by the time she closes the door, you will not be gaining admittance.

“It figures you would be the only one to show up tonight,” Dr. Ludwig hurumphs when she sees Eric sitting in his usual seat with his ankle resting on the opposite knee. “Do you really want to talk about anything tonight or can we just say that you showed up and the both of us can be done with this charade for the night? You and I both know that you don’t give a flying fuck about curing any sex addiction you have. And spare me the bullshit that you’re a vampire, it’s in your nature, blah, blah, blah. If that were truly the case, you wouldn’t be able to pick who and when you fucked; you would be doing it all the time without a care for who your partner was,” she ends scathingly as she snaps her fingers to clean up the refreshments that had been set up for the attendees.

“And what of your report to Sophie-Anne?” Eric raises an eyebrow at the doctor’s less than glowing assessment of his kind, but chooses to ignore it. If he can get out of here early, perhaps he can catch Sookie since she is not scheduled to work late this evening. He enjoys spending time with her even though sex and blood are not involved, though he knows that both will be available to him as soon as his forced abstinence is over. His fangs throb thinking about sliding into Sookie’s soft fragrant flesh as his cock slides in and out of her wet, hot pussy.

“Sophie-Anne merely stated you were to attend my therapy group for three months. She did not specify that you had to be a willing participant,” Dr. Ludwig shrugs in response. Eric growls thinking of how the doctor has forced him to share with the other members of the group. There was no need for him to debase himself in front of the others.

“Oh snap out of it Viking. You have to take part sometimes or else the others in the group will think they are free to do what they want. You may not be in need of addiction therapy, but they are. Some of them are going to end up dead because they can’t control the need to fuck anyone that crosses their path,” Dr. Ludwig admits with discuss.

“Is that how Jason Stackhouse ended up in the group?” Eric has noticed in all his weeks of attending the therapy group that the male Stackhouse doesn’t have to share like the others, though that doesn’t stop him from offering his own twisted logic to every situation. Knowing Sookie and seeing her brother, Eric cannot fathom how the two are related. He knows physically they resemble each other, so there is no question of paternity. However, how the hell can two people be so closely related and so vastly different when it comes to mental capabilities? Did Jason Stackhouse have a lobotomy as a child?

Dr. Ludwig looks at Eric sharply, her face taking on a harder expression than he’s ever seen. “You don’t want to be messing with the Stackhouse family. Both of them are far more protected than you can ever imagine. You’d do well to forget both of them.”

“Because they are part fairy?”

Dr. Ludwig swears violently. “Which one of them told you that? They know they aren’t supposed to brag about what they are. There is a reason they have been kept hidden from others.”

“If they are supposed to be hidden, I’d say someone is doing a piss poor job of it considering that I first met the sister at the fairy club and the brother is a bitten Were attending a supernatural group for sex addiction,” Eric replies with a raised eyebrow. He advances on the doctor, his fangs extended. “Tell me, why they are being kept hidden?”

“Don’t try to intimidate me vampire; it won’t work. I’ve faced vampires far more fierce than you in my day,” Dr. Ludwig declares confidently. “Besides, you won’t do anything to me because you need me to get you through this punishment from Sophie-Anne. You hurt me; you’ll end up in silver for a year or worse!” Dr. Ludwig smirks confidently at the vampire.

Eric roars in frustration knowing that the ugly troll is right. He needs her to be on his side so that when the three months is up, Sophie-Anne has no reason to extend his punishment. He paces away from the doctor so he doesn’t end up doing something he regrets.

“Sit down Viking. Perhaps it is better you know what you are up against before you continue further down this path.” Dr. Ludwig snaps her fingers; instead of the circle of metal folding chairs, there are two overstuffed plush leather chairs for them to sit in. Eric watches with fascination as the chair shrinks down to the doctor’s size so she can sit down in it easily before swelling back up to its normal size. He sits cautiously in his chair, waiting for it to move, but it stays still.

“Jason and Sookie Stackhouse are the great-grandchildren of Niall Brigant, Prince of the Sky Fae, which makes them members of the House of Brigant. Their grandfather, Fintan, worked with others to keep their existence a secret because of the unrest in the Fae realm. There are those within Faery that believe breeding with humans has led to the infertility of the Fae race. For many years, civil war ravaged the Fae realm, decimating the population on both sides until the Sky Fae prevailed, though the victory was costly.” Dr. Ludwig looks devastated as she recounts the history lesson, which Eric finds interesting. Perhaps the doctor is part of the Fae race. The Fae are an extremely diverse species. Eric never learned all the different types of Fae beyond those that he could eat and the ones he should avoid. While the blood of the Fae is intoxicating, the blood of goblins is fatal to vampires. There is something in goblin blood that will cause a vampire to exsanguinate. Not that Eric has ever had the urge to eat a goblin; they are revolting creatures that smell like toxic waste. Chernobyl smells better than a goblin.

“If the Sky Fae prevailed, then why are the Stackhouses still hidden?”

Dr. Ludwig glares at Eric. “The Sky Fae may have won, but that doesn’t mean all Brigant’s enemies were defeated. There have been multiple attempts on the Stackhouses over the years as a way to get to the Prince. Of course, the damn fools manage to find trouble all on their own,” she says with an exasperated sigh. “Jason doesn’t have the good sense that god gave a rock. He’s always attracted women; all Sky Fae tend to be very attractive to those around them. Anyway, his most recent entanglement with a woman ended up with him being repeatedly bitten by a group of Werepanthers. The ones responsible for the attack were dealt with, but Jason is now a bitten. Even though he’s a bitten, he can still produce children that will have the essential spark. However, Jason tends to have a roving eye, which wouldn’t be a problem if Stackhouse wasn’t supposed to marry a fairy that Niall’s chosen for him. The Prince is the one that wanted Jason in the therapy group, thinking that his abstinence will enable him to build up super sperm on his wedding night. Damn fool.” Though Eric isn’t sure who Dr. Ludwig is talking about as she shakes her head in disgust.

“And Sookie?” Eric cannot help but be interested in the doctor’s assessment of his new obsession.

“She’s more troublesome than her brother,” Dr. Ludwig warns. “What else do you make of a fairy hybrid with the essential spark that’s courting disaster by flirting with a vampire? Damn girl has a death wish and you do too if you’re seriously considering getting involved with her!”

“I can control myself around her.” Eric glares at the doctor, feeling the need to defend his control. He is not some starved newborn that will sink his fangs in anything that crosses his path. He is a thousand-year old vampire; control is an ingrained aspect of his nature.

“I’m not worried about you draining her,” Dr. Ludwig waves that concern off as if it is an annoying bug that she is swatting away. “I’m talking about the royal pedigree that comes with Sookie Stackhouse. One wrong move and you’ll have to deal with the House of Brigant. You sure that’s something you want to deal with Viking? If I were you, I’d cut bait and move on.”

“If all I was interested in was a quick feed and fuck, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. I don’t waste time getting to know my takeout meals,” Eric replies archly.

That has already been well established,” Dr. Ludwig replies in a tone similar to Eric’s. “If you had bothered to ask a few questions, you wouldn’t have been in here to begin with. It is not like you to keep a pet, Viking, and I cannot fathom that Prince Niall will be thrilled to hear that his youngest great-granddaughter is the new chew toy for a vampire.”

“Sookie is not my chew toy, and she certainly isn’t my pet,” Eric growls angrily.

“Then what is she to you?” Dr. Ludwig challenges Eric with a raised eyebrow and an expectant look.

***

That question is one that sticks with Eric long after he leaves the therapy session. He is flying lazily along in the night sky, with no real sense of direction. Eric had really listened to the tiny doctor’s words, a rarity for him, but somehow he sensed that Dr. Ludwig was not trying to antagonize him like she usually does. It almost seemed as if she was looking out for him, trying to make him see the broader picture. The supernatural doctor had answered one of the questions that Eric had about Sookie; he’d thought she was a member of the Fae aristocracy, but he never imagined that she was part of the House of Brigant. Though fairy/vampire cooperation was extremely rare for obvious reasons, Eric shared a history with the ruler of the Fae realm. The relationship has been mutually beneficial for both sides throughout the centuries though it has been some time since Eric has seen Niall. Eric does find it odd that he has lived near the offspring of the royal prince, but the vampire knows that often the best place to hide something is in plain sight.

Eric has been so lost in thought that he hasn’t paid any attention to where he’s been flying. He’s startled to realize that he’s in Bon Temps, and more specifically, that he’s managed to find Sookie even though he wasn’t specifically looking for her, even though she has not been far from his thoughts. Sookie is lying on a blanket in the middle of a field, staring up at the brilliance of the moon. In the blink of an eye, Eric is lying on the blanket beside her. Sookie’s eyes are closed, but her lips curve into a smile when she feels Eric’s cold fingers interlock with hers.

“I was wondering if I’d see you tonight.” Sookie’s eyes flutter open slowly and her smile widens when she sees Eric smiling softly at her. “How did the therapy group go tonight?”

“I was the only one there because of the full moon,” Eric grouses which makes Sookie chuckle.

Sookie teases, “You didn’t enjoy a little one-on-one time with Dr. Ludwig?”

“It was very informative.” Eric goes silent as he thinks over the earlier hour of his night. The doctor had given him a lot of information to consider.

“What, Eric? I can practically hear the wheels turning inside your head. If there’s something you want to ask me, then ask it! I have nothing to hide,” Sookie states confidently.

“It’s a precarious situation I find myself in,” Eric begins slowly. “I have to follow the letter of the law laid down by Sophie-Anne for the next two months. And you . . . you make me not give a damn what the consequences of breaking her rules are. You are a distraction that I can ill afford.” Despite Eric’s words, he brings Sookie’s hand to his lips, kissing and nipping at her fingers.

“I’m not trying to make your punishment harder,” Sookie says contritely. “But I like you. If it will make things easier, I can stay away from you for the next two months.” Neither one of them look happy at the prospect of being separated for all that time. If anything, Eric pulls Sookie closer so that she rests in the crook of his arm with her head on his silent chest.

“I do not like the idea of you staying away for two months,” Eric admits quietly while placing kisses in her hair.

“Good,” Sookie replies quickly. “I’ve hated not seeing you this past week.”

Eric sighs heavily. “It’s going to be a long two months.”

Sookie’s quiet chuckles make both their chests shake. She jumps up out of his arms quickly, standing above him on the blanket. “Come on, get up! We need to get going!”

Eric vamps to his feet. “Where are we going?”

“It’s a full moon,” Sookie explains as she folds up the blanket she’d brought with her. “Let’s see what kind of trouble the Weres are getting into. I’m sure Ludwig will love hearing all about it in next week’s therapy session!”

“I’m not in the mood to watch doggie style this evening,” Eric says with a roll of his eyes.

“Well maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll let you watch fairy style later.” Sookie winks saucily at Eric as she walks past him, pinching his bottom on her way past.

“I thought you weren’t going to make this harder on me,” Eric questions with a raise of his eyebrow as they continue moving through the woods towards the sound of a wolf’s howl.

“It’s going to be hard for you for the next two months no matter what I do. Just because you can’t have an orgasm doesn’t mean that I can’t.” Sookie’s cocky grin makes Eric’s lips turn down in a frown, which only makes her laugh as they continue under the moonlight.

They walk deeper into the woods, listening to the sounds of the night. As the woods become more dense, Eric picks Sookie up and levitates them over the woods so they have an easier time. Another howl disrupts the quiet of the night and Sookie looks at Eric expectantly. With an exasperated sigh, he floats towards the source of the noise. The last thing Eric expected to be doing this evening is having a heart to heart conversation with Dr. Ludwig. The second to last thing he expected to do is spy on Weres with Sookie. When Eric envisioned spending time with Sookie, he definitely had more pleasurable activities in mind. At least activities that would be more pleasurable for him. He could care less what wolves out for their monthly run do. They run, they scratch, they bite; what’s so interesting about that?

“You’ve got to be shitting me!” Sookie stares down in disgust at the sight before them. When Eric looks at her questioningly, she taps him on the shoulder indicating that she wants him to land. Eric lowers them to a spot in the woods, and relinquished his hold on Sookie. She stalks forward and Eric is left to catch up with her. He can hear the snarls and growls from the wolves in the clearing and grabs hold of Sookie’s arm.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Look,” she snaps pointing towards the clearing. Sookie looks positively feral in her rage, and Eric raises an eyebrow in silent question. She raises her eyebrows and stabs her finger in the direction of all the noise. Eric looks towards all the noise unsure what has Sookie so angry. All he sees are several Werewolves fucking like there is no tomorrow.

“So much for Alcide abjuring Debbie,” Sookie says with derision. She gestures towards the large black wolf mounted on top of a scrawny white wolf. Sookie rolls her eyes when the wolf that must be Alcide howls as he jerks rapidly on top of female bitch beneath him.

“Well I think seeing that has definitely erased my ability to ever have an orgasm again,” Eric offers drolly as he turns away from the disgusting scene in front of him. Sookie smirks at him, but lifts her cell phone from a hidden pocket. She points the cell phone at the area of the two mating wolves with her camera app open. With a swipe of her nimble fingers, she switches the app to the video function and records the scene in front of her.

“I didn’t realize bestiality was a turn on for you,” Eric says sarcastically once Sookie stops recording and puts her phone away.

“I’m not. That is insurance. One, he’ll never bother me again, especially if he wants to keep the cozy life he has with Maria-Starr. Two,” Sookie smiles evilly. “I’ve never liked that bitch. Consider this payback for everything she’s ever tried to do to me.”

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11 Responses to Blame the Moon

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  2. mom2goalies says:

    Oh, I love this Sookie! Her taping Alcide an Debbie for blackmail is great along with her teasing of Eric even if it might not be on purpose, though I suspect it is, lol
    Yep, gonna be a long couple of months for Eric!

  3. valady1 says:

    This story is great fun, filled with wonderful dialogue and humor.

  4. mindyb781 says:

    It’s fun that they are getting to know each other on a personal level. This is a fun story.

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  6. askarsgirl says:

    I love it! These two are great together!

  7. ashmo2000 says:

    The next two months are gonna be hard, but at least they can still have fun and watch other supes have sex;(
    I wonder if Alcide or Debbie would even care that they’ve been video taped when other wolves have to have witnessed this happening…

  8. lostinspace33 says:

    Ohh, I love this Sookie’s little nasty streak! I wonder if Alcide’s been hitting on her too?

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  10. kleannhouse says:

    loved it all over again. KY

  11. anem72 says:

    Oh these two are made for each other! I think Ludwig actually likes Eric. I have a feeling there’s a good reason Niall saved Eric and why he’s sheriff there. It feels like they were suddenly given pleny of opportunities to meet.

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