Slight of Hand

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Monday, January 19, 2015 continued

“That will be all this evening,” Dr. Ludwig announces in her gruff voice at the conclusion of Claude’s sordid tale involving infidelity, baby oil, and shaving cream which somehow resulted in a fire at Hooligan’s.  Eric found it both amusing and annoying that Claude’s punishment had been inspired by the punishment that Sophie-Anne had given him.  The proud vampire didn’t like that his punishment was common knowledge among the supernatural community, especially when you considered the Fae prince that issued Claude’s punishment lived in a different realm.

The other members of the group hurried to gather their belongings and flee the tyrannical rule of the diminutive doctor.  Debbie Pelt, the lone female among those seeking help, seemed to be trying to find her next fuck buddy based on the way she was eyeing all the men and trying to seem alluring by the twirling of her hair around her fingers and biting her lower lip.  Eric isn’t sure what exactly he is supposed to find alluring about a strung-out V addict.  She is gaunt and nothing but hard angles with an asymmetrical haircut streaked with different colors.  He chuckles soundlessly as he thinks about forcing Pam to attend a therapy session.  I need to ask Ludwig permission to bring my progeny with me next week, he thinks with humor.  Not only will he get enjoyment at her discomfort in having to share her feelings, but he’ll enjoy how much her delicate sensibilities are offended by the trash heap known as Debbie Pelt.  He prefers his women to be softer, curvier.  Eric wants a woman he can grasp and not feel like he will snap them in half while pounding in them.

Like the blonde from Hooligans.

The one that will be meeting him here in a few minutes.

Debbie tries to turn her charms on Eric, but he wasn’t interested in any of her dog tricks.  When he wouldn’t give the Were bitch the time of night, she turned her mangy attention on Jason Stackhouse, who, as usual, is once again raiding the refreshment table.  It’s what he does after every meeting, takes all the cookies leftover from the meeting, shoving them in his mouth as fast as possible before grabbing a huge stack to take with him.

“Hey Jason,” Debbie tries to purr seductively, but to Eric’s sensitive ears it sounds like a beaver gnawing on a piece of wood.

“Oh, uh, hey Debbie,” he says in a slightly uncomfortable tone.  “What can I do for ya this evenin’?”

Debbie’s eyes light up with hope at the beautiful buffoon’s unintended sexual invitation.  However, before she can take advantage of the affable idiot’s blunder, Dr. Ludwig douses the Were with a large bucket of ice-cold water, causing her to shriek and hiss wildly.

“This is a therapy group, not a place for you to find your next STD,” Dr. Ludwig says scornfully.  “Keep it up bitch, and I’ll bounce your flea-infested cunt from this group.  And if I do that, I’ll make sure that no pack in this country will let you run with them,” she says as she hobbles toward the snarling Were.  “Don’t growl at me honey, I’m not intimidated by your pathetic posturing.  I’ve faced creatures far more dangerous than you in my life,” she declares as she points her finger towards the door indicating that the Were should leave now while she still can.

Debbie turns away from the remaining members of the room and stalks towards the door.  She grabs the door handle and throws the door open with fury.  Standing on the other side of the door is a startled blonde woman; the same blonde woman who Eric has been impatiently waiting to see again for days.

Sookie Stackhouse.

The startled look fades from Sookie’s face as she stares at Debbie.  She schools her face so that her expression is polite and courteous, but Eric can see the contempt she hides in her sapphire eyes.  Eric hadn’t been sure what to expect when he had coerced the human woman with the divine scent to meet him here tonight.  However, his opinion of Miss Stackhouse increases fractionally since she has the good sense to dislike the bitch.

“Oh, hello Debbie.  Didn’t expect to find you here tonight.  How ya doin’?”  Her lips spread in a courteous smile, the type of expression you use when you are feigning interest in what someone has to say, but really biding your time until you can slip away from them without seeming rude.

Eric steps closer to the blonde, drawn to her just as he was in the club.  Her voice and her body are exactly as he remembers, but his memory did not do them enough justice.  He thought she had looked her best in the dress and heels she wore that evening, but seeing her in a pair of snug jeans makes him rethink his position on that.  The jeans hug her curves in a way that leaves only one thing to the imagination: is she bare, trimmed, or untouched?  Never in his undead existence has he been so enchanted by a human.  He has had thousands, nay millions of lovers, male and female alike, among the most beautiful people to have ever graced this realm.  But there is something about this single female that calls to him.  Eric had thought it was perhaps a side effect of the magic that hung in the air of Hooligans, but it’s not.  It’s just her, with all her Southern, simplistic charm.  He cannot even blame it on her scent because he cannot smell her from where he stands, one of the many protective measures Ludwig has in place to keep all supernatural species safe while under her care.

“Fuck you bitch,” Debbie snarls as she stares at Sookie with hatred.  “Get the fuck outta my way.”  Debbie pushes past Sookie and starts stomping down the hallway to leave the building.

“I’ll be sure to tell Alcide you said hello,” Sookie calls loudly after the departing Were.  Her tone and face both look smug as she gets a final dig in at the abjured Were.  Sookie chuckles as she steps inside the meeting room, shutting the door behind her.

“You still like playing with fire little girl,” Dr. Ludwig says with a chuckle as she looks at Sookie with something akin to happiness.  It baffles Eric to see the dwarf look like this; nothing ever makes her happy.  The doctor actually limps forward to embrace the newest person in the room to the astonishment of both Eric and Jason.  When Ludwig pulls back from the hug, she looks at Sookie expectantly.  “So what are you doing here girlie?  Picking up your brother?  Sookie, you need to be careful . . .” Ludwig looks to be gearing up for a lecture but the effervescent blonde stops her with a laugh.

“Amy I know all about the dangers of coming here.”  For the first time since arriving, Sookie turns her gaze towards Eric.  The air in the room seems to hum with energy as the vampire gazes upon his intended prey.  Sookie’s gaze moves boldly over Eric’s body as her lips finally curve in a lazy smile.  “I wouldn’t be here at all if a high-handed vampire wasn’t holding my license hostage.  Seems I lost it last week at Hooligans.  Mr. Northman found it and has been kind enough to hold on to it for me until I could get it back from him.”

“Hmmmm,” Dr. Ludwig says as she purses her lips in disapproval.  Her gaze slides to Eric.  The Sheriff of Area Five doesn’t do anything because he is kind; the doctor knows he has an ulterior motive.  “It was very kind of him indeed,” she says as her gaze narrows at the vampire in question.

“It was the least I could do given the confusion that broke out that evening,” Eric says in a gracious tone though his eyes are sparkling with humor.

“Of course,” Sookie nods in agreement.  “Though I must confess, it’s strange how you ended up with it.  I can’t for the life of me fathom how it managed to fall out of my purse since I kept it in the zippered compartment inside my clutch bag,” she finishes with a knowing look at Eric.

“Perhaps the zipper is broken,” Eric says in a crafty tone.

“Or perhaps a certain vampire has sticky fingers and doesn’t know when to keep his fingers out of the honey pot!”  Dr. Ludwig snarls her warning at the vampire and turns her ire on him.  “You still have over two months to go with your punishment Northman.  The fangbangers aren’t going to find you so pretty when you’re in silver for a year!”  With that, she stomps out of the room, muttering about “stupid fucking vampires”.  Sookie giggles as she watches and listens to the doctor’s tirade.

“Uh hey Sook.  What’re ya doin’ here?  I told ya I didn’t need a ride home tonight.  I’mma meet up with Hoyt and the guys at Merlotte’s to watch the basketball game,” Jason Stackhouse says around a mouthful of cookie.  Eric rolls his eyes at the bitten Were as he watches crumbs fall from his mouth and he wipes his dirty fingers on his jeans to get the leftover residue off them.  How are these two related again?  One of them must be adopted; it is the only explanation Eric can think of.  Or their mother had an affair.  When Eric had learned this divine creature’s name from her stolen license, he had quickly investigated who she is.  Imagine his surprise to learn she is related to Jason Stackhouse AND the slutty elf that landed him in hot water with the queen.

This family will be the death of me, Eric thinks as he watches the two siblings interact.

“For the record Jason, not everything is about you,” Sookie says with sass as she puts her hands on her hips.  “In case you couldn’t figure it out, I’m here because Mr. Northman has my driver’s license.”

“Well how did ya drive here without it?”  Jason scratches his head as if he is trying to do a complex math equation in his head.

Sookie rolls her eyes in annoyance.  “Not having my license doesn’t mean my car won’t start when I turn the key.  I was extra careful, making sure I didn’t do anything that would make Bud or Andy pull me over.  Now why don’t you go on?  You’re gonna be late meeting the guys,” she says while looking at her watch.

“Shit!  I gotta go.  Bye Sis!”  Jason Stackhouse runs out the door as if his ass was lit on fire.  What kind of brother is he to leave his sister alone in a room with an unknown vampire?  Not that he would be able to do a lot if Eric decided to drain her, but shouldn’t he have some sense of concern for his sister’s wellbeing?  Eric’s already low opinion of Jason Stackhouse has hit rock bottom.

Sookie chuckles as she watches the door clang shut behind her brother’s retreating figure.  Her eyes sparkle and her lips settle in a relaxed smile when she returns her attention to the only other creature in the room.  “Now, I believe you have something of mine.  I’d like it back please.”  She holds her hand out expectantly.

Eric reaches inside his leather jacket, his fingers touching the little plastic card that rests inside the inner pocket.  His lips twist in a smirk.  “What’s it worth to you?”

Sookie raises an eyebrow in response though her lips twitch with humor.  “Well, I don’t know.  I mean, I’ve been driving around for the last five days without it.  It’s not like I really need it in my neck of the woods; everybody knows everybody after all.  And I’m not likely to get carded since I work at the only bar in my town,” she says with a sheepish shrug.

“Then I guess you won’t mind if I keep this,” he says as he fishes the license out of his pocket.  He turns it in his fingers to stare at her picture before flicking his eyes up to her.  “The picture doesn’t do you any justice,” he says sincerely as his eyes move slowly over her body.

She laughs nervously as a blush settles on her cheeks.  “Well nobody looks good in their license picture.  It’s like an unspoken rule.”  She tries to snatch the license from his hand, but he slips it out of her grasp using vampire speed.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he says with a shake of his head and a mock stern look on his face.  “Stealing’s a crime you know.  I might have to report you to the sheriff.  Oh wait, that’s me,” he says with a cocky grin.

A snort escapes Sookie as she tries to keep up a serious expression.  “How convenient.  Well then Sheriff, what’s my punishment to be?”

“You have to be my guest at Fangtasia for an evening,” he says as he gives her the license back.  His cool fingers make certain to brush against her warm ones, causing goosebumps to form and a shiver to ripple down her spine.

“You want a fairy to walk into a vampire bar?  That’s just the beginning of a bad joke,” Sookie says as grips the license in her hand before sliding it down the v of her t-shirt to rest inside her bra.  Her eyes are on him as she removes her fingers from her cleavage.  “I think my license should be pretty safe in there.  No need to worry about pickpocketing vampires,” she says with a twitch of her lips.

“Oh Miss Stackhouse is that a challenge?  I can assure you, I would love nothing more than to prove you wrong,,” he says as he steps closer to her, his cornflower blue eyes darkening to midnight with hunger.  There is still at least a foot between them, but he can feel the warmth of her body.  Finally he is able to smell her; just a hint, but his mouth waters at the idea of when he can experience her scent fully.

Thinking of her scent makes him pause as he finally comprehends the first part of her statement.

“You’re a fairy?”

Sookie shrugs in response.  “Partly.  One eighth I think.  Not potent enough that you’ll want to drain me on sight, but enough to be more desirable to a vampire than a regular human.”  She turns to walk away from Eric, heading back to the door so she can leave the room.  “So you shouldn’t feel too bad about what happened between you and Hadley.  My cousin’s always been a selfish twat hell bent on getting what she wants, consequences be damned.”

Eric demands, “How do you know what happened between me and your cousin?”

Sookie snorts.  “Did you really think something like that could be kept a secret?  Everyone’s talking about it.  You’d think someone had taken out a full page ad in The Supernatural Times recounting what happened between the two of you.”

Eric glares in reaction to her cheeky response.  There is nothing he despises more than looking like a fool.  “I’m glad you find enjoyment in my predicament,” he says coldly.

“In truth I don’t.  Hadley’s selfishness is going to be the death of her one of these days.  The only reason Sophie-Anne didn’t end her then was because of Niall’s interference.  As it is, Hadley is banished from the Queen’s court.  I don’t know where she’s run off to so that she can lick her wounds.  I’m surprised she hasn’t tried to shack up with you.”

Eric scowls.  “I don’t do pets.”

Sookie laughs.  “You doing a pet is how you ended up in a sex addiction therapy group.”  She waves her hand in farewell and slips through the door.  Eric gives chase, but finds no one in the hallway or outside the building.  With a sense of frustration, he jams his hands in his pockets.  With a furrowed brow, he pulls his left hand out of the pocket holding a business card for Fangtasia.  His pockets had been empty moments ago, so where did this come from?  Eric flips the card over and smirks.

I’ll see you Thursday. ~ Sookie

Eric slips into his Corvette.  When he turns the key, his car roars to life before quieting down to a rumble.  He pushes the gas pedal down, squealing tires as he pulls out of the parking lot.  He zooms down the road pushing the speed of the muscle car well over a hundred miles per hour.

Thursday can’t get here fast enough.

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12 Responses to Slight of Hand

  1. kleannhouse says:

    oh this Sookie has some fairyness to her, i love this chapter….

  2. mindy781 says:

    What a fun chapter. Sookie was a flirt and smart. This was really an enjoyable read.

  3. lostinspace33 says:

    Sneaky little fairy! 😉

  4. ashmo2000 says:

    Looks like Eric and his therapy are what everyone’s talking about;)
    HM, indeed Thursday can’t come quick enough.

  5. askarsgirl says:

    Loved how Sookie turned the tables on Eric! This fairy Sookie is a lot of fun. Can’t wait for your next update!

  6. redjane12 says:

    This Sookie has spunk! Good for her…
    For some reason, I find it hilarious that Eric is embarrassed by the fact that everyone knows about his faux pas with the Queen’s pet… Supes seem to be a bunch of gossipy busybodies….

  7. mom2goalies says:

    This Sookie is smart, flirty, and has some fairy showing. She will be a great match for Eric. Loving it!

  8. lzdiva4 says:

    It looks like ‘Fairy Sookie’ has come out to play.

  9. baronessjai says:

    Ooooo this sookie seems to have more then just one eighth fairy in there….. that spark is showing. ..lol and Eric will have his hands mouth and everything else full of it….lol see ya then 🙂

  10. duckbutt60 says:

    Well –it seems like Sookie is comfortable in her faeness and with the supernatural world –and Jason is as clueless as ever —so sad the spark fell far short of his dumbass tree…..

  11. anem72 says:

    Oh this is a ‘fairy embracing’ Sookie – she’s much more fun! Not sure if I should be feeling sorry for Eric or not – I have a feeling she’s about to run circles around him. Great chapter.

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