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Hey Sookieverse friends! Sorry for the delay in the completion of this fic. I had to travel home for a while due to a death in the family, and when I got back we were evacuated because of wildfires out here in Texas. Unfortunately, due to the craziness I didn't get a chance to respond to your awesome, amazing reviews. Forgive me. Forgive me?

Without further ado, the final installment of Dead Air. Enjoy!

Chapter 4: You can do it. I can help.

He was a mirage. He was shining, beautiful. Perfection.

He was also naked. Slamming his mighty sabre into a writhing, also naked redheaded female below him on a faded leather couch situated in the corner of his- yes, this must be his office. A dribble of blood coursed down his sculpted jaw and his broad chest called her name. The redhead was slick with perspiration.

Sookie gasped.

Eric grunted.

The lucky- er, um, unnamed lady underneath him moaned, pinching her nipples, then screamed out, "Errrrriiiiic!"

Sookie whirled around. Mission aborted! Mission aborted! She grabbed the doorknob, but the knob wouldn't turn. The door wouldn't open.

On the other side of the door, Pam giggled.

Sookie started hyperventilating as she yanked with all her might, trying to open her only escape route. This is not happening! Sookie squeezed her eyes shut tight even as she felt the superhuman approach of the vampire blow her hair off her shoulder. As she struggled to catch her breath, she could feel the heat of the stranger's gaze on her face.

A husky voice found its way into Sookie's ears.

"Oh, what have we here?" Sookie sucked in a gasp. "Did my progeny decide to provide me with dessert?" His voice had a honeyed quality to it, almost hypnotizing in the raw sensuous timbre.

Almost against her will, Sookie peeked at the stranger through her lashes. Sookie watched as the God before her slowly and methodically ran his pink tongue around his bloodstained lips, savoring his last taste of the wanton woman lying on the couch. Lord, he was beautiful. The primitive part of her guided her eyes down the length of his pale, muscular body and her mouth fell open as she took in his somehow still hardened cock. The innocent part or her forced her eyes back up to meet the smoldering arctic blue of his eyes.

He smirked. He could smell the heady notes of her arousal. He imagined them melting onto his tongue as he tasted her bouquet. She was beautiful, and in the few seconds she had stood, panicked in his doorway, Eric knew that she would be his in every sense of the world.

Sookie cleared her throat, shocked at the lust that rocked her body. "No, not dessert. Just somebody in the wrong place at the wrong time." Sookie turned back to the troublesome doorknob, cursing under her breath. "I will be leaving as soon as this god-forsaken knob will allow me to leave!" Her voice became shriller as Eric placed his cool hand over hers on the knob, turning gently.

"Interesting," he stated. It didn't budge. "It seems to me that your knob is defective."

"Actually," Sookie responded, "It is your knob that is not functioning properly."

"I assure you, strange woman, my knob is in perfect working order," Eric leered.

"I'm sorry," Sookie grunted, pulling impotently against the door. "But if your knob was functioning optimally, I would have come and gone by now."

Eric chuckled. The purity of the creature before him was astounding. "Perhaps some lubrication… on the internal parts… may get things moving along at a reasonable pace," he suggested.

Sookie snorted. "Like you vamps keep a bottle of WD-40 just lying around!" She paused, thinking hard, jiggling the knob. "Butter wouldn't fit in all the tight crevices," Eric smirked at this. "Oh, but I bet olive oil would work! That would loosen things up real quick- ."

"What the hell, assholes? Knobs? Get a clue, blondie." A sharp, feminine voice interrupted Sookie's musings and Eric's salacious hints. "Hot naked chick here… Just finished fucking… And I'm ready to cuddle, damn it."

The redhead narrowed her eyes at Sookie as she jutted out her chin and demanded, "Cut the bitch loose! Can't you just toss her out a window or some shit? What happened to super-strength, and all that other crap? Open the fucking door. Put Skanky McStupid out so we can get back at it. I have five cats. I can't be out all night while you two stand there all fuckin' Barbie and Ken go to the Home Depot. Here, you can do it. I can help."

Sookie had completely forgotten the redhead in the room once Eric was within an arm's length. It seemed her brain had turned to jelly. But wow, Holy Bitch!

Eric tensed at the diatribe, and Sookie could feel waves of anger rolling off his back.

"I do not take kindly to humans who attempt to dictate that which I should or should not do." His fangs clicked audibly into place, as the redhead paled, quickly grabbing her clothes from the floor and clutching them tightly to her chest. "Never in your miserable life, will what you say have any bearing whatsoever on the way I conduct my affairs. You are but a pathetic bloodbag and naught but a pebble on the highway of my existence."

Sookie blanched as she heard his words and shrank against the wall, crouching down on her haunches. The redhead haphazardly threw her dress over her head and stumbled into her heels, tripping over her feet as tears started paving pale rivets through the beige of her foundation.

Eric sighed. True, he was known for his temper, which was legendary, but what he was not known for was being cruel. He raked a hand through his loose locks. "Fuck," he growled.

"Rebekah," he commanded. Her head hung low and tendrils of auburn hair blanketed her face. Her heart beat like the wings of a caged bird at the sight of an open door. She gazed out from between the strands.

"Eric, I'm sorry," she whispered. "I've just wanted you for so long… and you finally chose me, so I wanted to make the most of it- God knows I'll never get another night with you, and- ."

"Rebekah," Eric drawled, drawing her completely into his glamour. "You will forget how this night ended. All you will remember is the enormous sexual release I gave you. We were never interrupted by this, this,"

"Sookie," Sookie interjected from her place crouching against the wall.

"Yes, we were never interrupted by this Sookie, and you will remember until the day you die the immense pleasure you supped from my loins."

Rebekah nodded blankly.

Eric's face once again became a mask and he sneered slightly. "Now go home to your cats." He turned toward his desk and called out vaguely, "Släpp dörren. Lämna."

Sookie watched as Rebekah shook her head and walked to the door, which opened easily, much to Sookie's surprise.

Sookie, like a deer in headlights, watched from her crouch as the fearsome, beautiful man walked naked as a jaybird to his desk. He kicked up his legs onto the top of the desk, throwing his arms behind his head as he gazed at the ugly light fixture above Sookie. Right as the door was about to click shut and Sookie was considering yet again her escape route, Rebekah's slightly befuddled head poked back in.

"Master, may I at least have your phone number?"

Eric raised an eyebrow at the bold woman, and then smirked. "Of course you may, my apologies. You can reach me at (555)789-1315." Sookie gasped as the woman smiled her victory, entering the number in her cell phone as she walked away, clicking the door behind her.

Sookie screeched and jumped out of her squat like a tiger to prey, completely forgetting the last few minutes. "God damn mother fucking, ass-munching, shit-eating, dick wad, Ass Master 2000!" Ok, she ran out of insults at the end, but who could blame the girl?

Eric stifled a real live shit-eating grin as he watched the veritable statue against his wall come to life. She was all full of Hellfire and Damnation and the more manic she became, the more she looked like an angel. Is this beautiful woman mentally ill, he wondered? He thought that perhaps if she would allow him to find her professional help, she might consent to letting him taste her fragrant blood. Or claim her. Or both. Preferably both.

"And for the love of God, will you Put On Some Pants!" She shouted. "I cannot think straight with your gracious plenty all on display like that!"

Gracious plenty, huh? "Does this," he said and gestured toward his manhood which had grown considerably larger since the gorgeous stranger had been considering it, "Offend your sensibilities?"

"Don't you play coy with me, you, you Swine!" Sookie nervously paced back and forth. "I know what you do in here every night with all these poor, misguided women! Don't you dare try that on me! Now, cover up!"

Eric grudgingly pulled on a pair of dark wash jeans, commando, Sookie's hormones noticed. Sookie swallowed thickly trying to drown some wayward glands in her excess saliva. She knew they weren't the glands she should be worried about, but it was the principle that mattered.

"Quit it." She muttered to herself, strapping herself tightly to her high horse as Eric's worry about the woman's mental health increased three-fold. Now she's speaking to herself. Is she hearing voices, he speculated? Multiple personality disorder or dissociative identity disorder as they had begun calling it was pervasive…

There is something seriously wrong with this woman. Crazy people are the most difficult to predict. Eric would need to tread carefully.

"Look here, Miss-,"

"Sookie! You know damn well my name is Sookie. I just said it two minutes ago! Fucking vampires." Sookie knew she was out of control, she just couldn't find it in herself to give a damn. She giggled. "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn."

"Okay Sookie, listen, this is private property and while it was entertaining at first, you antics are leaving me cold."

"Ha! Cold!" Sookie sputtered.

"Yes. Funny, that one. You made a pun. Good work," he decided to patronize her. "Now Sookie, if you'll just look over here we can both move along with our nights."

Sookie glared at Eric. "If you think I'm gonna fall for that like your idiot fangbanger did, then you, my friend, have another thing coming."

Eric had had enough. He approached her at vampire speed and she was pressed up against his desk in milliseconds. He sucked her aroma in greedily as his eyes devoured the ample curves of her body and his fangs descended. It is a shame she is mentally ill, I'm not one to take advantage of the weak. He stared deeply into her eyes as she fought for breath, her hands fisted at her sides. Sookie began to feel what can only be described as the dark tendrils of his glamour attempting to seep into her brain. She shrugged them off easily and pinched his arm as hard as she could.

"What the hell are you doing?" Eric asked, flabbergasted.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sookie responded, indignant. In his one thousand years, no human had ever been able to resist Eric's glamour.

"I am attempting to glamour you so that we can get you the mental help you so obviously are in dire need of."

"You fucking prick!" Sookie pushed at his chest, which flexed at the touch of her warm fingers, unyielding. Sookie glared internally at her hormones for noticing and begging her to trail said fingers down the alabaster of his skin.

"Enlighten me, then."

Sookie refocused. "Phone number ring a bell?"

Eric did not recognize the adage. He stared blankly into the stormy eyes of the enigma before him.

"Phone number, you ass!" He didn't think her face could get any redder, but somehow Sookie managed it as she squawked.

"You want my phone number?" Eric responded quizzically. "You could have just asked. I have wanted to bed you since you walked through the door whilst I was screwing the 'poor, misguided woman.' At least that is how I believe you termed it."

"Argh! How dense can you be?" Sookie was painfully aware of how her proximity to this lothario was clouding her brain waves. "The fucking phone number you give all of your conquests- it's mine!" A look of recognition flashed across Eric's face. "And, and these girls have no shame! I just got a picture of a vag not half an hour ago. A Vag!"

Sookie caught the look of interest that Eric flashed at that point and cut him off. "Oh, no you don't, mister! You have no idea- No Clue- the shit that I've had to put up with for the last six months. Bitches and hoochies and hos, oh my!" Sookie glared down Eric's smirk. "And no, it's not fucking funny, you, you…"

Eric placed a hand over her mouth, silencing her. She's not crazy! A part of Eric reveled in that knowledge. He made a decision as Sookie stared up at him with wide eyes.

"Forgive me," he commanded.

She narrowed her eyes in ire, shaking her head violently.

Eric decided to try another tactic. "Forgive me?"

Sookie's burning rage was not quenched.

"Fine. May I see it? The phone?" Sookie glowered some more at the beautiful man while concurrently suppressing the urge to lick the palm of his hand before she acquiesced with a curt nod. She started to reach in her pocket, his hand still covering her mouth, but he stopped her.

"Allow me," he breathed and Sookie felt herself powerless to resist. His long fingers reached into the confines of the front pocket of her jeans. She couldn't help the tremor of desire that rocked her body at his hand so close to the traitorous part that ached for this stranger.

Before she could react he had retrieved the cranberry phone from her pocket. "I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth now, Sookie. Please do not berate me any further. I feel I have been suitably chastised. Deal?"

Sookie neither trusted herself to shake nor nod her head, so she just stood, mutely.

"I'll take that as a yes," Eric said as he removed his hand and stepped away from her to peruse her text messages. Eric looked up, grinning, as Sookie pulled her clothes to rights and smoothed her hair with her hand.

"Hey, Sookie! Look how fast I type 'mutha fucka'!" The joie de vie was nearly palpable as Sookie drank him in and he used his vampire speed on her keypad. This is why, she thought. This is why the women wait months to bed this man. I mean, his looks are incredible, and that's one thing, but this zest, this sparkle is surely what keeps these women begging for more. Eric laughed uproariously as he read the texts from the desperate women. "I remember all of these women," he stated. "Even this one," he had opened the vagina pic.

"Gah!" Sookie ducked, averting her eyes. "Don't point that thing in my direction! Thank God STDs can't transmit technologically!" Eric furrowed his brow. "Oh, you wouldn't have to worry about that- and take that as a blessing considering you've probably slept with more women than there are gators in the 'Glades."

Eric strode toward Sookie, entering her personal space as though he owned the air around her, handing her back the telephone. "I find you to be an interesting creature, Sookie. You have captured my attention tonight. And somehow you resist my glamour, which is a feat in and of its self. What do you want," he emphasized the word want, and Sookie felt a searing heat at the apex of her thighs, "from me?"

Sookie gulped, pulling a stray hair behind her right ear before gathering her resolve. "I want you to change your reject hotline. Or whatever the hell this is." She paused momentarily, and then continued boldly. "And I want you to pay my God damned phone bill."

Eric cocked his head, giving Sookie a speculative gaze. "What else?"

"What else?" Sookie was shaken. She hadn't expected such easy acquiescence and was prepared to launch another tirade at his sure refusal. "Well, how about you treat your discards with a little bit of respect? Would that kill you? Give your army of skanks a shred of dignity instead of toying with them, making them think they have a chance with you, when instead you flick them away like a dandruff flake on a black t-shirt."

"What is this dandruff you speak of?"

"Damn it, Eric! That is completely beside the point! If you're not even going to listen to me, then I don't know why I'm wasting my time here…" Sookie pushed away from the desk to leave. This shit just seemed pointless. Explaining sensitivity and the subtle nuances of the female psyche to this vampire was like trying to teach astrophysics to a gerbil: A waste of time and frustrating for both the instructor and the gerbil.

"Not so fast, lover." Sookie shrieked. Before she recognized what was happening, Eric lifted Sookie up by her ass and placed her on his desk leaning heavily on his palms to either side of her body. "And what will I get in return for this kindness?"

"You mean aside from me not reading any more of your text messages to the whole of Fangtasia?" Sookie giggled nervously.

Something flashed across Eric's face that Sookie could not decipher before he stepped between her legs where she sat on the desk and ran his palm up the column of her neck. "You wouldn't dare."

She gulped. "I dared."

"I doubt it," Eric retorted, leaning in as he pushed her blonde hair behind her shoulder. He trailed his nose up the path his palm had just created, breathing in her Siren's call. She was like no one he'd ever met. She was softness and fragility paired with notes of obstinacy and fire, all swathed in a package more beautiful than the sunrise he hadn't viewed in over a thousand years.

And yes, she would be his. More than ever, more than he knew the night was his home, he knew she would be his.

"Yield to me," he muttered into her neck as Sookie sucked in a gasp of air. She was met with lips and tongue and teeth nipping, sucking, devouring her neck. She threw her head back, creating more space for his devotion. She felt her nipples harden as her back arched and she felt her body falling back onto the desk. Before she could land, Eric swiped the papers, pens, files and books off of the desk and onto the floor, guiding her gently with his other hand down onto the mahogany surface. Somehow he was above her, his strong, cool body focused on its ministrations. Sookie threaded her arms around his back, giving over to her lust and basking in the silence of his mind. He was a juxtaposition of pleasure and pain, arrogance and… something else.

"Devil woman," Eric breathed. "You have bewitched me, body and soul." His hands found their way under the thin cotton of her top and his fingers traced cool trails over her rib cage. He found the fabric of her bra as he looked directly into Sookie's eyes. He kept the searing contact as he kissed her jaw, moving toward her ear, and sliding his hand under her bra, palming the supple curves beneath. He ached to see them completely out of their constraints; Bare, with hardened peaks just for him to consume.

"Austen?" Sookie managed to breathe. "You quote me Austen?"

Eric growled softly as she ran her hand over his stomach to the top button of his jeans. She thumbed it off, pulling as the next few buttons opened easily. She bit her lip as his tightly constrained cock emerged, landing in her awaiting palm.

"Oh!" Sookie cried in surprise.

"Fuuck," Eric half growled, half moaned at the feeling of her tiny, hot, unsure hand on his penis. It was bigger than she remembered. She closed her eyes and clasped her hand tightly around his silky width, though her fingers could not make it all the way around. She lost herself in the sensation of Eric as he clutched her shirt in his teeth, pulling it up her chest. She arched slightly to help ease his passage. She pulled gently on his cock, causing Eric to hiss in pleasure. Somehow her shirt was almost instantaneously completely off and her bra was thrust up to her collarbone.

Eric had never before seen such breasts. They were full, with beautiful pink nipples… he decided that they were made for his hands, and his hands alone. Sookie moaned as he fondled them, pinching and rolling the nipple of one breast, sucking and teasing the other. Sookie wrapped her legs around Eric's narrow waist, holding tighter to his massive cock, pumping a clumsy rhythm, as she swirled her hand over his length.

Eric moved his other hand down Sookie's body, slowly, deliberately, then snapping off the button of her pants with his thumb and forefinger. He lifted his head to look at Sookie, asking silently for permission. She nodded, breathlessly, seemingly out of words.

He pushed under the denim, feeling the damp cotton of her panties. He groaned at the smell of her arousal. She was the devil. Or an angel. He wasn't sure yet which would hold true. But she would be the death of him, of that he was certain.

He stroked over the fabric, dancing over the most sensitive area and moved heavily over the rest of her sex. Her heat was unbelievable, her wetness divine.

"Touch me." Sookie rasped out, finding her voice in the haze of new sensations. "Please."

"As you wish." Eric dragged his hand over her panties one more time before thrusting beneath the material with his long fingers. Sookie cried out. How could one man create such pleasure with just the bowing of his fingers? Her hips thrust against his hand of their own volition, and Sookie raked her free hand through Eric's wild mane, clutching him near the root.

Sookie froze in the sensation of his hand on her sex. He played her clit like a piano, teasing, rubbing, pinching then dipping his fingers into her heat, coating them in her arousal. He pulled his hand out and Sookie moaned at the loss. Eric moved up on her body, situating himself above her. "Watch me, lover," he commanded. He held his fingers between the two of them, and then began to suck off the ambrosia that coated them, his eyes never leaving hers for a moment. Sookie groaned. She ached for this man, this stranger like she had ached for no man before him. "Suck," Eric ordered, placing her hand before her luscious lips. Sookie obeyed, taking his fingers in her mouth, sucking and scraping her teeth against his skin. His penis twitched in her hand, and she redoubled her efforts, massaging, pumping, squeezing.

"Fuck," Eric cried, thrusting his other hand under Sookie's panties. She was dripping for him, and he was powerless to prolong his nearing pleasure. "Come," he begged. "Come now, for me." Eric slipped a finger inside of Sookie, finding the place that would surely end her, and thrust upward.

Sookie felt her heart slamming against her chest, feeling as though a train was coming directly for her, and she'd be damned if she was going to step out of its path. She worked frantically on Eric, feeling the tension building in his body. They simultaneously went over the edge in their mutual release, Eric shouting Sookie's name as his seed spilled onto her belly, Sookie losing sense of time and space and everything except the feeling that this man had produced within her.

Eric sagged over Sookie, placing most of his weight on one side of her. He had a vacant look in his eyes, and Sookie struggled to catch her breath. Somehow, she found her bearings and peered around the now-silent room.

Suddenly, the reality of the situation crashed down on Sookie's shoulders. The room was too bright. It still smelled of sex from his earlier dalliance. This man was a veritable stranger. There was a small rivet of dried blood, not her own, crusting in the fine, pale hairs of this stranger's chest. What had she done? She was no better than all those other fangbangers, who, now that she thought about it, were probably lined up outside the door waiting for their chance with Eric!

Eric felt the change in Sookie's energy, and leaned down to trace circles on her stomach. "Don't fly away, little bird, now that I've got you in hand."

Sookie felt shame and anger rising up in what she had allowed to happen. This was not who she was. Granted, it was the most amazing… That was beside the point. Sookie sat bolt upright, grabbed her bra and shirt, sneering at her broken fly. She picked up Eric's t-shirt from near the couch, looking pointedly at him, and then wiped his come off of her stomach with it.

"Well, Eric. I believe we had a deal. I will mail the phone bill to you, and I expect that you will pay for your portion of the charges- which will be highlighted- before the bill comes due." Eric sat up from his perch on the desk, crossing his arms across his chest. He cocked an eyebrow at the enigmatic woman, waiting. "And I also expect the phone calls from your many," she sucked in a desperate breath, "conquests will cease as well."

Eric nodded curtly, blown away at the sudden change in events.

"Fine. Well then, on that note I will bid you goodnight, Eric." She smoothed her hair, though Eric rather liked the freshly (finger) fucked look on her. It suited her. "It has been," she glanced as the desk and the mess below, "Interesting, to say nothing else." Sookie gave Eric one last look then turned, tried the doorknob, which opened easily, bracing herself for Eric's army of skanks. Finding none waiting directly outside of the door, she walked straight out of Fangtasia and drove home.

"Master?" Pam sauntered into the room, giving her Sheriff and his office a speculative glance as she found the only unsullied chair in the room. She smirked. "You have been a busy bee tonight."

"Enough, Pam. You have some serious explaining to do. Now." He commanded.

"Of course, Master," Pam bowed her head in submission. "I will be happy to recount the night's events for you, though I hope I will not be punished too severely for my part."

Eric chuckled, startling Pam. "May I ask what has caused you so much cheer before I begin my account? I watched the girl leave- and she didn't appear to be in like spirits."

Eric quirked an eyebrow at his progeny, famous in her skill at being meddlesome. "She will be my greatest conquest. I will bring her to my side. You will see."

Pam stared blankly at Eric, who grinned.

"And I already have the most important thing a vampire needs to seduce a partner, though she may not realize how I will use this to my advantage."

"And what, pray tell, it this tool of seduction you speak so highly of, Master?"

"Her telephone number."

*Fin*

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