Warm up a little with From Time Immemorial: Chapter 19

Last chapter update on the multi chapter stories till January so enjoy, promise it’ll leave you in a good place. In case you miss my offerings of cookies in the last announcement post, I didn’t link the announcement to Galatea’s Descent properly so here’s the correct link for that just in case. In FTI Eric is prepping for his special moment with Sookie and I’ll fully admit that most of this chapter was inspired by this pic I found while trawling the Google images databank….

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Chapter 19 – Us

From Time Immemorial: Chapter 18 and the penultimate fixin’…

We’re delving into poor Staci’s mind again but there’s some nice Eric and Sookie interaction too in the latest chapter for From Time Immemorial. I finished writing the epilogue and this is the second to last chapter on that so you will have to get your fix 😉 on that story in future outtakes after these last two chapters I’m afraid. Enjoy in whatever order you like, links to each chapter are at the bottom of the page as per usual.

   
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Chapter 18 – Changes

 

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Thanksgiving Fixin’s outtake #37

 

 

 

From Time Immemorial: Chapter 17 and a new fixin’…

For you cliffhangers the wait is finally over, I promise no Erics were hurt in the making of this chapter can’t say the same for Sookie… Chapter’s here. As is the first part of the epilogue for the Thanksgiving Fixin’s outtake Everything and More. It now has a new banner, which has to be the fluffiest thing I ever made… I mean it’s pink! I’m sure Queen Pam in FTI approves 😉

enjoy in whatever order you like, links to each chapter are at the bottom.

   
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Chapter 17 – Wounds

 

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Thanksgiving Fixin’s outtake #32

 

 

 

From Time Immemorial: Chapter 16 and the latest fixin’…

I realised after posting last time I may not have been that clear that aside from the new one-shot Coldfinger the latest fixin’ was posted alongside that, not instead of it. So check #28 in case you missed it and head on over to the next one after that. FTI chapter 16 is up and we’re back with Eric and I’ll apologise in advance for where I left him… I’m sure some nice lady will pick him up from the lost and found department eventually 😉 Special day for Pam and Niall in this fixin’ and it warranted its own banner but because it would be a bit of a spoiler if you’re behind on that story it’s in the chapter only. Links at the bottom of the chapters as usual.

   
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Chapter 16 – Ecstatic

 

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Thanksgiving Fixin’s outtake #29

 

 

 

From Time Immemorial: Chapter 15 and the fixin’ relieves you from that cliff…

I know I’m out of my usual rotation order, I’ll hopefully get to BOTV later this week but my time was limited and FTI was a quicker chapter to edit. Things aren’t going exactly to schedule on my end, I’ll be gone for a few days at the end of the week so it will be a bit messy this week, I’ll spare you all the details. Excuse the mistakes in the fixin‘ I was late in getting it to msbuffy so an improved version will hopefully replace it in the next couple of days but I didn’t want to leave you dangling on that cliff for too long. Click the banners below for respective chapters, a link to each is at the bottom of the page so read in whatever order you like…

 
  
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Chapter 15 – Safety

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Thanksgiving Fixin’s outtake #23

From Time Immemorial: Chapter 14 and the fixin’ continues on!

The latest chapter for From Time Immemorial is here. Next fixin’s is below or here and there’s a link at the end of the chapter if you prefer to read that first. As with the last fixin’ you’ll need to have read #14 #15 #16 #17 #18 and #19 for this outtake to make sense…

Note for the new followers: since the ending of season 7 I have been using the announcement posts for the chapters to quickly fix or simply fathom an explanation in short snippets for that lacklustre ending to make it all the more palatable with a S/E hea under the name of Thanksgiving Fixin’s… find all the ones written so far here.

 
  
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Chapter 14 – Best

 

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From Time Immemorial: Chapter 13 and the fixin’ continues!

The latest chapter is here and since this story was birthed from Sephrenia’s Writing Challenge I feel it my duty to constantly remind you to go over to her site and check out all the entries and vote for your favourites… Next fixin’s is below or here and there’s a link at the end of the chapter if you prefer to read that first. As with the last fixin’ you’ll need to have read #14 and #15 for this to make sense, find them all one page here. (Sorry about all the ‘heres’)

Note for the new followers: since the ending of season 7 I have been using the announcement posts for the chapters to quickly fix or simply fathom an explanation in short snippets for that lacklustre ending to make it all the more palatable with a S/E hea under the name of Thanksgiving Fixin’s… find all the ones written so far here.

 

A/N: It should probably be noted that I apologise in advance for what reading this might do to your poor minds…

 

#16

 

“Wait, does that mean if Eric had just stuck around in Shreveport instead of running round the world for that New Blood business of his this could have been resolved years ago?” Sookie suddenly questioned waking flames to old fires.

 

“The Northman is a very hard man to track down,” Niall replied carefully.

 

“Tell me about it,” Pam groaned in memory of her own re-enactment of ‘Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?’ with a rather elusive Viking vampire.

 

“I think my efforts should have been better spent in pursuit of you,” Niall hinted suggestively at Pam who carried an appreciative grin, welcoming his advances.

 

“Gross!” Sookie cried out with the thought of her great grandfather seriously pursuing Pam. She had merely taken it as role playing on both their accounts before but now that it seemed a real possibility her stomach churned at the thought of Pam becoming her great grandmother.

 

An apologetic hand soothed her over her clothed accompanied by a whispered sorry as guilt flooded their bond over what Eric’s inadvertent absence had caused.

 

“You didn’t know,” Sookie returned softly as she identified the self-inflicting pain. “Would you have believed him anyhow?”

 

“I don’t know,” he confessed honestly. “Had he promised me another chance with you I think I would have gambled with the possibility regardless.”

 

She nodded appreciatively reserving her anger for another more idiotic individual. Frustratingly she had found it very difficult to remain mad at Eric, where she missed his typifying arrogance she knew he hadn’t lied when he told Idiot Sookie that he was more with his memories. There were changes in him that she could appreciate and perhaps with her in his life those qualities may never have emerged.

 

There was no old and new Eric Northman, he simply was and it gave her the confidence that no matter what, he would accept the two Sookie Stackhouses as one who was simply more. “You know I’m actually glad that she let you go, now I have you all to myself.”

 

He kissed the temple of her head softly while absent-mindedly rubbing the flat of her stomach revelling in the thought that soon it would be filled with a child they had both instantly taken ownership of from the moment they heard it was theirs. The word ‘Mine’ that seemed so intrinsic to all vampiric relations seemed paltry now, when there was such a concept of ‘theirs’ and ‘ours’. Eric held a small smirk as they sensed the same thing through the bond, “I guess we both had to suffer in our time apart.”

 

“I think you got the worst end of the deal,” Sookie sighed as she considered the completely unpredictable nature of Idiot Sookie. “Sorry.”

 

“What do you have to be sorry for?” Eric asked with confusing missing the intent in her words.

 

“For this,” she answered before Eric was overcome with a stinging sensation on his cheek and felt the residual pain flow through the flatly held palm of her hand as a satisfying slap rang through the air. Only to be followed by another and another with every reason she could unearth from her mind. “Fucking flesh of marble! Asshole! For leaving me alone to wonder round a cemetery for years! For thinking Idiot Sookie was the real me! For thinking sunbathing unprotected on some mountain top is a smart idea! For being so damn noble all the time!”

 

Niall and Pam chuckled at the sight and sounds of Fairy Sookie’s practice round on Eric, when all her anger over the situation finally dissipated her chest heaved heavily from the exertion before she started to replace the slaps with tender kisses to the near pink flesh of his cheek. “For caring for everyone but yourself. For never giving up hope when I was abducted by Queen Mab. For looking after the people I care for through no obligation of your own. For risking your life at every turn so others have a chance to become as old as you. For thawing that thousand year old heart of yours when you thought you were incapable of doing so. For the simplicity of your dying wish to be a kiss from me.”

 

At her last words Pam quickly tugged Niall up who grumbled discontentedly at his interruption of dinner and entertainment. Having to suffer through their loving displays of affection for two consecutive nights had Pam at her limit, only with the promise of more pasta in the kitchen did Niall perk up just in time for the two not to stand witness to a re-enactment of a kiss that had defined Eric and Sookie’s beginnings.

 

“I’m sorry for Idiot Sookie,” she whispered when air had finally caught her lungs during a reprieve of the joint sensation of lips and tongues. “You should totally get to slap her too.”

 

“She may not be you,” he returned thoughtfully. “But she’s still a part of you. I don’t think I can hate her, no matter how much she hurt me. I don’t think I can ever hurt the woman carrying my child either.”

 

“You’re probably right,” Sookie pouted, naturally the amorous vampire couldn’t let that sight go without a nibble of her jutted out lip before it was swallowed into another deepened kiss. “Eric I don’t want to wait anymore.”

 

“Let’s get you downstairs,” he grinned lasciviously.

 

“Eric, Stop!” she shrieked reminding him of the more innocent girl that had once fearlessly walked into his bar and dared to sass him. Begrudgingly his intended movement to take her and ravish every inch of skin on her body came to an immediate halt, although his impatience with the situation was clearly legible on his confused face. “I don’t want to wait till she gives birth to our child. We made it,” Sookie continued as her eyes rolled with her next sentence. “All three of us. So I want to give birth to our baby.”

 

“I’d like that,” Eric whispered huskily into her ear. “You know it’s a nice thought that we are three now and there will be three again soon.”

 

“I just pray to god our baby inherits nothing from that unintelligible bitch.”

 

“Pamela has her flaws but I still love her for them,” Eric offered consolingly with the thought that they might actually end up with a Stupid Sookie for a child.

 

“You’re a better man than me,” Sookie groaned with the prospect. “But hey she’ll be at least a half of you. She can never be that stupid.”

 

“Don’t be ridiculous, we’re obviously having a boy,” he scoffed.

 

Obviously,” she retorted with palpable sarcasm, before she could utter more contempt for his assumption her fired lips were tempered by his cool mouth as they both came to the realisation that no matter what the sex of the baby would be, they would celebrate it for the magic being that it was. Ordinary or extraordinary. Even if it turned out to have a box of rocks for a brain.

 

“Shall we go ask Niall now to reunite us?” she enquired after standing up to go back inside.

 

“Can we wait until tomorrow,” Eric requested after some thought.

 

“Now you want to wait?”

 

“I’ve always wanted to crash that Thanksgiving feast that she refuses to invite me to every year,” he offered sheepishly.

 

“That’s it Eric Northman tonight I’m helping you relocate your balls,” Sookie spoke with determination while cupping the afore mentioned objects, to which he growled excitedly. “But you do have a point, let her bloated ass do all the cooking this year.”

 

“Excellent,” he grinned as he was already mentally mapping out how they could fill the hours in between. They moved back to the kitchen in search of her great grandfather, Sookie shuffling her feet at high speeds with impatience as Eric stalked behind her, leisurely taking in the view of her rear. Unfortunately their distracted minds left them completely unprepared for the scene that they startled upon in the kitchen.

 

“EEEEEWWWW!” Sookie screamed in horror as she took in the sight of the brightly lit kitchen island where a naked Pam, bar a pair of red heels, was covered in spaghetti which the undisturbed Prince of the Fae was suckling languidly from her breasts. The couple remained completely unimpressed by their newfound audience, Pam cast them a dismissively waving hand, informing they would be with them in a minute while their jaws did their best not to drop completely to the floor. Sookie instantly shut the door on the spectacle, relieve washing over her as she was no longer able to hear the slurping and suckling noises that were coming from Niall’s mouth as he ate his fill.

 

“Next time we have to work on temperature control,” Niall informed Pam when they finally emerged from the kitchen fully clothed. The back of his hand wiped the corner of his mouth to remove the last remnants of red sauce. His lips, however, were still noticeably swollen from earlier activities. “I like my spaghetti and my woman warm,” he growled while catching her by the waist where he proceeded to bluntly bite at the curve of her neck.

 

“Only if you let me give you a makeover,” she purred in return. “The shoes can stay of course.”

 

Sookie and Eric both shifted uncomfortably on the sofa before Niall took notice of them again. “Right, I assume you are ready to merge with that brainless version of yours now.”

 

“We’d like to wait till tomorrow,” Sookie said meekly as she continued to stare at the pattern on the area rug as she tried fervently to bleach her own brain from the images of the night. She never considered the state of bliss that idiotic version of her must reside in as the world just stupidly passes you by.

 

“Let her cook that meal, very smart. But there better be spaghetti.”

 

“Oh yes,” Pam moaned with delight causing a chorus of opposing shudders to reverberate around the room.

 

In shock of the continued display Sookie clamped her hands fiercely to her face in some desperate attempt to make it all go away. A heavy paperback was tossed into her lap by her great grandfather that advised her to better read up on what to expect now that she would be expecting.

 

“Is there anything…” Sookie started still finding it hard to look Niall or Pam in the eyes where they were absolutely unapologetic about their exploits. “Pain management,” she finally managed to stutter out. “Can Eric’s blood do something for it, otherwise I want to be in a hospital and be as high as a kite.”

 

“Hasn’t anyone taught you anything about the way of the fae,” Niall chuckled, which only deepened in timbre when she hotly retorted a big fat no and quickly averted her eyes away again. “That baby’s going to feel as good coming out as it did when it was made. Perk of the fae.”

 

“Oh,” Sookie said in confusion. “Oh!” Her eyes were wide with the sudden realisation of what he meant.

 

“O indeed,” Pam leered with her eyebrows raised impossibly high as an appreciative hand travelled down Niall’s chest which puffed out proudly with the attention. “The big O.”

 

At Pamela’s further humiliation of Sookie her cheeks flushed red as an embarrassed heat overtook her body. Niall observed it with a hearty grin before he audibly whispered into the vampire beside him, “See Pamela that is the exact temperature you need to be for our next meal.”

 

A/N: So apologies again for that mental imagery… I haven’t decided yet whether I will continue this storyline or not over multiple fixin’s, I’ll think it over on the weekend. I still feel there needs to be a meeting of the Sookies but I don’t want to endlessly drag this single snippet out so we’ll see but the personalities in this have been very persistent including in their perversions, which I swear is all them…

 

 

 

 

 

  
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Chapter 13 – Later

 

 

From Time Immemorial: Chapter 12 and the next fixin’!

Next chapter is up and we’re back with Eric and Sookie after some quality time with Pam. Newest Fixin‘ is here or below, it’s another how the hell did that happen… fingers crossed that WP is co-operating and posts at the first go…

 

#11

 

“Give it back you giant freak!” she wheezed out with her effort to regain the controller.

 

“No,” he taunted while holding the object of her desire from her with his height advantage.

 

“Please?” she asked batting her eyelashes that had him weak at the knees with the sight.

 

“How about a trade?” Eric leered with a flicker of his tongue across his top lip.

 

“I’m not showing you my boobs asshole!”

 

“No need,” he grinned lasciviously. “I already have quite the view from above.”

 

Sookie gasped in horror as her hands desperately clambered to obstruct the enticing sight and retain the dignity her grandmother had always instilled in her. “What do you wanna trade then? Because I’m piss poor.”

 

“A kiss.”

 

“No.”

 

“Why not?” he asked as a finger trailed over the bare expanse of her skin. “You know it would be good.”

 

“You know why,” she returned pointedly.

 

“You had no objections when it was on the screen.”

 

“That was different,” Sookie replied shyly.

 

“How?”

 

“It just is ok,” she pouted. “Just give it back please? Why do you always have to make the sheriff all evil anyway?”

 

“Because I’m the Big Bad,” he exclaimed with glee.

 

“Wrong show, Eric.”

 

“We’re both fucking blonde and we’re both evil so who cares,” Eric teased back.

 

“You’re not evil,” she denied. “You just pretend to be.”

 

“What do you know about it,” he returned defensively not all too happy with the change of tone.

 

“I used to think you were made of cold hard stone, Eric Northman,” Sookie said with soft eyes that always seemed to haunt him in his dreams. “You feel.”

 

He gave a derisive snort in an attempt to deny her statement but finally gave in and handed the game controller back to her, though still reluctant to let go. “I’ll give it back if you promise to kill Bill,” he proposed with his hands still firmly in control of the device. “I’ll even give you my stake since you used yours up on killing that Warlow.”

 

“No!” she exclaimed incensed. “I like him he’s noble and sweet. And so human, they’re supposed to end up together.”

 

“Right,” Eric expressed sternly, the thought disgusting him thoroughly. “I’m crushing this controller because that’s not how it’s supposed to end.” There was no way he was going to allow the Sookie character to end up with the fucktard they had named after the spine-chilling neighbour from across the street. Eric had caught the perverted asshole sneaking a peek over the fence whenever Sookie sunbathed in the backyard more than once. Granted Eric did much of the same but at least they resided in the same age bracket.

 

“No!” Sookie shrieked with the thought of Eric’s real threat in destroying the controller. “I’ll give you a peck.”

 

“And no more Billshit.”

 

“Fine,” she huffed before brushing his cheeks quickly with her trembling lips. “But you stay away from that Sylvie.”

 

“She’s dead already,” he shrugged without a hint of remorse. “Like I’d let those Yakuza fucks kill my fuck awesome sidekick Pam.”

 

“You think my brother and your sister are doing the same thing as us?” Sookie pondered aloud.

 

“Play this retarded game? Fuck no, if I know my sister she’s directing your brother to the finest carpets Sweden has to offer while offering expert tips on how to munch away at them.”

 

“Eric!” she cried out as her cheeks tinted a bright red with the mere idea.

 

His head turned to the side taking in the enticing sight. “Now if you let me have a go on you, that would be exactly what you’d be screaming. Why don’t you just allow me to uncover that rug,” he leered while his hand trailed over the bare skin of her thighs.

 

“You’re gross,” she squawked out unconvincingly as her body flushed with further embarrassment but somewhere she found her wits to hijack his controller. “Ha,” she yelled in triumph. “Now you have Hep-V!”

 

“For fuck’s sake… Thanks a lot Sookie!” Eric growled out with annoyance as he grasped his controller back. “Fucking hell, I’m paralyzed for months.”

 

“Just play with the Pam character,” Sookie encouraged. “Do you have to keep using the f-word?”

 

“Unless you’re offering the act, yes.”

 

“You’re so gross.”

 

“Only for Sookie,” he said throatily while caressing the small of her back.

 

“Stop!” she returned unconvincingly. “You’re distracting me… No! Alcide!”

 

“Well that solves that problem,” Eric returned dryly as he tossed over a doggy treat to the white husky in the corner of the room carrying the same name. “How long do we have to play this game?” he moaned. “We both know how this ends.”

 

“And how’s that?” she asked while her tongue darted out in renewed concentration.

 

“You, me, a great big bed where you happily writhe underneath me as I initiate you into ecstasy,” he intoned evenly before transforming his voice to a particularly high pitched version as his own hands exaggeratedly caressed his body, “Oh! Eric!”

 

“HUSH!” Sookie squealed out wile clamping her hand over his mouth to which his tongue immediately ran out to lick at her fingers sensuously. “ERIC!”

 

“Yes, exactly like that,” he taunted while she fought his wondering hands off.

 

“No! Now I have Hep-V too!”

 

“Ha ha! You’re going to infect Bill!”

 

“No,” Sookie pouted. “How are they going to have their happily ever after?”

 

“Call in the fairy prince. He’ll do anything for spaghetti.”

 

“I want to start over Eric,” she whined. “And this time I get to pick the names. My first love can’t be Creepy Compton from across the street. There’s no way they can live happily Hep-V ever after, plus I accidentally killed Alcide. I kinda liked him…”

 

“Here,” Eric sighed while taking the controller and pulling up her inventory screen. “Look you still have plenty of boosters and that supernova.”

 

“But Hep-V”

 

“I’ll find the cure with Pam. Look she already found me in some wine cellar,” he offered hoping to finish the game as soon as possible. “I need it for the Viking too.”

 

“Ok,” Sookie agreed half-heartedly. “But what do I do about Arlene, Holly and Jane Bodehouse?”

 

“I’ll come and help you.”

 

“Thanks,” she smiled with a sideways glance. “Hey Eric, you want a drink?”

 

“Sure,” he replied and as soon as her back was turned he un-paused the game and rapidly set his fingers to work to Sookie’s controller.

 

“Eric! What did you do?” Sookie said horrified as she returned with the tray of drinks.

 

“Come on we look good together,” he said smugly as the Sookie and Eric characters were reunited on screen. “Look all your hearts are fully filled.”

 

“Stop it,” she admonished retaking her controller. “Just help me save these people from Bon Temps, otherwise I won’t make it to the next level.”

 

“Fine,” he sighed with a hint of dejection. “Fucking Bill. Why does he get to knock down the door? Asshole.”

 

“Be nice.”

 

“Aren’t I always nice?” he mocked. “Look what we can achieve if we work together. You only seem to get everyone killed with that douchey Bill.”

 

“It’s not his fault he had a terrible maker.” Eric merely scoffed at that as she continued to ignore his disgruntled demeanour. “Darnit Arlene, don’t give up on me. I’m not gonna make this level if you don’t live.”

 

“Whatever you want Willa, there you’re released. I only turned you for the maker points.”

 

“You’re such a cold hearted bastard.”

 

“Cold hearted bastard who now knows exactly where to find Sarah Newlin,” he returned triumphantly.

 

“Whatever.”

 

“Shit the fucking Yakuza again,” Eric groaned. “I thought we were done with those fuckers.”

 

“They’re after Sarah Newlin too?” Sookie asked momentarily distracted from her own play on the split screen.

 

“Hey they’re my new allies! Look I’m cured!”

 

“Oh my God!” Sookie cried out and without a thought hugged him tight, his leering appraisal had her instantly letting go. Her embarrassment became apparent as she mumbled a sorry while pulling away.

 

“Niall totally wasted my time,” she muttered trying to distract from the awkwardness she had created.

 

“Bring Bill to me, then we can get him cured,” Eric instructed. “No! You need to sneak him in. Why would you come on your own through the front door?”

 

“You said to go to Fangtasia,” she replied testily. “Hey I’m no fangbanger Mr Gus!”

 

“Really?” Eric questioned with a quirked brow.

 

“Two vampires does not a fangbanger make.”

 

“Three including Warlow.”

 

“That was a bonus level. Besides he was a faepire so it so doesn’t count,” she tried to justify.

 

“If you say so.”

 

“Argh!” Sookie exclaimed pushing at all the different buttons with frustration. “Bill won’t drink the cure.”

 

“Let me try.”

 

“You slapped him!” she shrieked. “Give it back!”

 

“Change to the Jessica character. Anything?”

 

“No she can only be released.”

 

“That’s not right she’s already been released,” Eric scrutinised.

 

“You think it’s a glitch in the game?”

 

“Try it. Releasing Willa gave me shit ton of extra bonus points.”

 

“Ok,” Sookie returned. “Nothing.”

 

“Strange,” Eric mused taking in her side of the screen. “Fuck not again! Pam you are the worst child ever! How many times are you going to let little Japanese men catch you! Sorry Sookie expect an upcoming visit from the Japanese.”

 

“I can’t have that. I’m trying to save Bill!”

 

“Leave him to die, he doesn’t want to be saved.”

 

“ERIC!”

 

“Here,” he said in offering after a quick succession of moves she couldn’t follow. “Look he’s going to ‘call’ on you. Now just let my character fly you home so we can finish up this level.”

 

“Hey that looks like fun,” she smiled.

 

“Told you we’re good together. Let’s just finish the game here.”

 

“I want to finish the final level,” Sookie moaned while jutting out her bottom lip that made him give in to her every demand.

 

“Fine,” he sighed. Again. “Just click through the Bill dialogues if you let him ramble on like that he’s just going to turn to goo out of sheer self-importance.”

 

“I like his accent.”

 

Eric could only roll his eyes at her moon eyed gaze for the annoying Civil War veteran as he speedily ran through his final level. “Ha! Take that Yakuza, New Blood is mine!”

 

“Hey, you won.”

 

He merely shrugged as they watched the Viking sheriff happily bop his head on screen.

 

“Bill wants me to kill him with my fairy light,” Sookie voiced with confusion.

 

“Just stake the bastard,” Eric proposed in exasperation as his lanky form fell to the back of the sofa.

 

“No that’s not very loving. Maybe my fairy light will make him human.”

 

“Whatever, just get it done. I’m so over this game.”

 

“Eric I can’t. I’ll lose all my fairy points.”

 

“Use the shovel!” he said pointing to the item onscreen.

 

“I don’t want to do this,” Sookie whimpered as her eyes were becoming wet with tears after she fashioned a stake out of the shovel.

 

“You want me to do it?” Eric asked softly his hands reaching tentatively over hers on the controller.

 

“No,” she returned moving her hands away from his. “I’ll do it.” Her eyes squeezed shut tightly as she pressed the button that turned Bill into a satisfying splat. “What the fuck? Game Over? But I did everything they asked. I saved Bill.”

 

“Told you, Sookie needs to end up with Eric.”

 

“That can’t be right,” she whispered as her bottom lip threatened to quiver with oncoming tears. He moved in closer gently, his arms surrounding hers as he released her tight grip on the controller while his face encroached to hers. “Eric what are you doing?”

 

“Getting the right ending,” he breathed out against her lips.

 

“Stop playing,” Sookie protested meekly moving her body away from him into the soft couch but his body only followed hers in her futile attempt to escape, his approach effectively caging her in.

 

“I’m not playing,” he said leaning in for a kiss but leaving her to close the final gap.

 

“I thought you were just playing me. Like everyone else.”

 

“I’m not. You’re the only one I don’t want to play with,” Eric spoke throatily and when the tip of her tongue jutted out to wet her lips in anticipation he moved in claiming her lips as his own. Slowly but steadily she let him in and what started chaste deepened as tongues explored the feel of one another in a soft embrace while a hardened groin started to seek a welcoming centre between her thighs, moving them both to a steady rising heat.

 

“Oh my gosh,” she whispered with a smile that rivalled his as they both sought out air, neither one all too fond of the distance between their mouths. His lips continued to trail down her throat as her eyes travelled up with the sheer sensation. “Oh my God!” Sookie shrieked as she caught sight of Creepy Compton rubbing away furiously at the pathetic piece of flesh dangling between his legs as he hid behind the glass of the bay window, holding what could only be described as a constipated expression.

 

“What?”

 

“Mr. Compton!”

 

Eric moved off of her instantly as Sookie thrust her Gran’s shotgun into his hands that she had resourcefully retrieved from its hiding place underneath the couch. “Hold him off!”

 

“Where are you going?” he asked with confusion as he aimed the barrel at the intruding neighbour who finally caught on to his predicament holding his hands up in the air pathetically.

 

“Getting the fucking shovel!”

 

  
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Chapter 12 – Tease

 

 

From Time Immemorial: Chapter 11 plus a new fixin’!

So the last chapter of FTI hinted at lemons but I tampered your expectations accordingly. There’s definitely a hint of lime there it’s just not what you’re expecting. Some of you have already been proclaiming favourites with the fixin’s so I’ll confess that this one is probably mine so enjoy my latest offerings….

 

#7

 

Pam was bored. She was pretty used to that and she hated to admit that since the gash in the sundress had disappeared from their lives that had become their new normal. They were ostentatiously rich but then they had been before that as well. As glad as Pam was to have her maker healthy and relatively alive she couldn’t deny that life was dull. Extremely dull.

 

After feeding Sarah her dinner and taking her out for a tinkle in the back alley she locked up the basement tight and secure. The familiar sounds of the club thundered away above her as she made her way upstairs. She had to blink several times as she took in the displays of True Blood all around her. Eric was known to joke around on her but it would never be something that could be detrimental to their business. That shit was financial toxic waste in this day and age. She eyed her maker on the throne and he was looking slightly less puffy. Odd.

 

“Fuck a zombie.” Pam’s eyes went wide with realisation as she saw the Estonian dancer writhing on a pole in front of her maker. “I’ve reverted back to fucking season three. Well at least things still made sense then…”

 

It didn’t take her long to convince her maker of her miraculous travels in time. The bond between them that had been stolen away from her was back again and the truth of her words couldn’t be denied. They plotted and schemed for most of the night and Pam was near ecstatic with the prospects. Their assassin Ruben was immediately set to task to take out Steve and Sarah Newlin. It was with great reluctance on Pam’s part, she’d miss combing the faux blonde’s hair and taking her out for walks on her pretty pink rhinestone leash and the warmth she would provide her feet at the end of her bed.

 

While Eric was ready to go and murder Talbot and Russell for the second time he thankfully listened to Pam’s wise words on how well that had turned out. So they went their separate ways, the Viking headed down to New Orleans to dispatch of their Queen with a careful toss of a sharpened wooden die during a game of Yahtzee after which he would contaminate her remains with a potent vial of HEP-V. Pam always carried a couple of spares of those and the antidote on her body, in case one of the clients exceeded their one minute limit with her little pet. A quick injection and the violators were right back to square one minus a hundred thou.

 

Pam found herself in Jackson, Mississippi, for some unfinished business of her own. Talbot was quite thankful for the Estonian dancer and her uniquely Baltic flavour. Well that’s what Pam had said that unusual tang was. HEP-V had a bit of a caraway seed and herring flavour after all. She was conveniently absent the night that delicacy was served to the distinguished guests that included Bill Compton and that delightful maker of his. No Pam had other things to do that evening as she held her nose while hovering in front of the stinky were’s apartment.

 

Sookie fucking Stackhouse was sniffling into her pillow over that stupid brooding vampire who had just broken up with her after cheating on her for the second time. Pam let out a heavy sigh for what she was about to do. She had promised her maker to try after all and she forgot how annoying Eric could be when the little fae was still denying access to that twinkle cave between her thighs. So she tapped incessantly on the thin sheet of glass sporting her most annoyed face.

 

“Pam?” Sookie said in shock as she opened up the window. “You can fly?”

 

“Well officially not until season six but the idiots in charge have never cared much for consistency either way,” Pam shrugged. “Invite me in.”

 

“Please come in Pam,” Sookie whispered as she moved to the side, wiping away the last of her tears on the sleeves of her shirt. “Who are the idiots in charge?”

 

“Trust me you don’t want to know them.”

 

“Ok,” she said wearily. “What can I do for you Pam?”

 

“It’s more of a matter of what I can do for you Fairy Princess,” Pam spoke with an uncharacteristic warmth. The female vampire ran her through the facts of what the telepath’s life would be like if she intended to continue on and rescue Bill. At first Sookie didn’t believe a word of it until Pam revealed intimate details of her past that Sookie had never shared with a soul except with an amnesiac version of Eric in the future. A small vial was placed in Sookie’s hands along with a blueprint of the King of Mississippi’s estate indicating the room where Bill Compton was held.  “This is the antidote to HEP-V. The choice is yours Sookie Stackhouse by noon tomorrow morning Compton will be goo unless you wish to slip him that vile.”

 

It wasn’t much effort for Pam to fly in and kill that motherfucker Franklin Mott before he could harm another hair on her Tara’s precious body. They cleaned off the blood stained sheets and Pam held her lost future progeny in her arms as tears of relief flooded from the girl’s system when it became clear that vampire Barbie had come to rescue her.

 

It didn’t surprise Pam at all to hear and scent Sookie Stackhouse entering the mansion moments after dawn. Or for her to make her way to where Bill rested. Pam carefully let go of a trembling Tara when a soft knock was heard on the door followed by Sookie’s unmistakeable voice.

 

“So you saved Bill,” Pam accused with judgemental brows when the empty vial was placed in her hands.

 

“No,” Sookie answered as she moved to hold her best friend’s quivering body in a comforting embrace. “I said my goodbyes after he admitted what he had done. You were right he wanted to die so I let him.”

 

“So who’d you use the antidote on?”

 

“Yvetta,” Sookie returned with a small shrug. “It’s no wonder I saved you and your maker’s asses so often in the future. You really thought they wouldn’t trace that back to you. Alcide’s waiting out back with a light tight truck. Are you ready to go?”

 


 

Eric slipped out of the authority’s lair in the relative darkness of the early night ready to depart. The codes Pam had given him worked exactly as expected and with ease he had spiked the blood of Lilith with another potent helping of HEP-V. He had tried to reach out to Nora but she was unfortunately already lost to her fanaticism. He had given her a vial of the antidote where his only instructions had been to drink that when she was ready to follow Godric’s path again. It was all he could do for now.

 

He landed by the red awning of the club, it was a Monday night so the usually glowing red neon lights were turned off as he made his way through the main entrance. Eric scented her before he saw her sitting on his throne in one of his white dress shirts which she had fashioned into a dress. Atop her head sat his father’s crown, in the dim light of the room their eyes locked and with a mischievous grin two fingers beckoned him forward.

 

“Eric Northman,” she said with a poorly hidden smile.

 

“How do you know my name?”

 

Pam emerged beside her on the throne and pointed at her forehead “I never forget a pretty face. You’re in my vault.”
“Great. That’s just great,” Eric said with a wink to Pam before he addressed Sookie. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Well, aren’t you sweet?”
“Not really,” he replied with a debilitating grin.

 

 

Sookie turned to Pam and muttered something to her in what was supposed to pass as Swedish.

 

 

“Mr Northman, I understand you’ve been asking questions about me.”

 

 

“Yes, I have,” he acknowledged.

 

 

“If you have anything to ask, you should ask it of me,” Sookie intoned.

 

 

“You recognize either one of these?” Eric enquired handing her over two pictures that lay around for approval of next year’s calendar.

 

 

“Hmm…” she pointed to the picture of Bill, “well, this one offered himself to me. But I found him too pathetic for my attentions. Now, this one, however…” she continued pointing at the other photograph which featured a scantily clad Eric. “I have tasted.”

 

 

“I remember ’em both,” Pam quipped in.

 

 

“On account of the vault?” Eric asked with a wide grin.

 

 

“Never had either of them, though. They weren’t really my type,” she winked back.

“Well…” Eric started as he grabbed the photos from her hand. “Thank you very much. That is all your time I need to take.”

 

 

“I’m not finished with you yet!” Sookie smiled. “Sit with us. We have catching up to do, you and I. It has been too long.”
Eric feigned a tiny look of panic as he glanced to the spot where an undercover cop once stood. “We have to get out of here. There’s about to be a raid.”

 

 

“What kind of raid?” Sookie feigned unimpressed.

 

 

“A Viking raid,” he said with excited eyes before speeding towards her and throwing Sookie’s cackling body over his shoulder as he reasserted his father’s crown as his own.

 

 

With a growl and a squeal the two enamoured blondes were launched into the night sky leaving behind a trail of destruction through the back hallways of Fangtasia and an amused Pam. She decided this was right, and this was best after all. A little excitement never hurt anybody. Well maybe some annoying vamps, but not them.

 

 

A bit of life returned to the female vampire’s eyes as she picked up Tara’s sleeping form from the office couch. “No human or vampire can hurt you any longer,” she whispered into her sleeping ears as she tenderly tucked away the small braids of her hair. “Now you and I have a standing date and it’s been a long time coming.”

 

 

  
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