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A Vampire In Love

1 She

Eric POV

It was a cold winter night, when I first saw her. She wasn't more than eleven or twelve years when I began caring for her. She was beautiful when she was born, when she grew up I quickly realized that she wasn't like other children. They did treat her as if she was different, even her own family looked at her in a weird way and I wondered why. For years, I tried to know what was different with her, what made her so special and why everyone seemed to be afraid of her.

Why had Sookie Stackhouse done to scare them?

Suddenly my cell phone started ringing and I answered without taking off my eyes of the window.

"What?"

"Master, where are you?" Pam, my child, always worried for me, couldn't understand my nocturnal escapades. For her the important thing was to feed and fuck, the rest was irrelevant.

"Is there a problem?" I asked boring. I did not want to have a conversation at the moment. I just wanted to look at Sookie without anyone bothering me.

"No problems, but I needed to know that you were okay. You closed the bond and I wondered why. What's going on, Eric?"

"Nothing's wrong."

"Are you sure? You never close the bond between us and…"

"Pamela, enough." I replied dryly. I was in no mood for talking and just wanted to enjoy my night before the dawn came, forcing me to retire until the next evening. "I'm sure you have better things to do than worry for me, so go to take care of feeding and have fun." I hung up without saying another word.

Sookie Stackhouse.

It was strange seeing her born and grow into the beautiful and sensual woman she was now. Her soft blond hair and blue eyes matching the sky, her perfect body, full, without the extreme thinness of these days that seems to be attractive. I've never been a fan of just skin and bones. Sookie clearly broke with that concept.

She was really perfect and I couldn't stop staring at her. At first it was just curiosity, but over the years has became more than that. When we vampires announced our existance to humans, we didn't need to hide anymore. I hadn't to look for an excuse to fly to her house to see her.

It had been four years, since vampires decided to go out and announce our existence to the world. We wanted to live among humans, and when Japanese scientists developed synthetic blood, it was the perfect time. The vampires were completely honest when we announced that we wanted to live in peace with humans, feeding only on synthetic blood, but neither I nor many others have been able to give up the real thing.

And it was at times like tonight when I wondered if I could taste Sookie's blood. I was sure she would be delicious, sweet and intoxicating at the same time, but it wasn't just her blood what I wanted to taste. I wanted to taste her, her lips, her skin, and her pussy.

It wasn't going to be so easy. Sookie lived with her grandmother, Adele Stackhouse and an ungrateful man who was her brother Jason. I didn't like her brother, he did not treat her with respect and always seemed to have better things to do than take care of his family. In my times, men should take care of women, they treated them as treasures but Jason Stackhouse had allowed his little sister, his lovely and sweet little sister, worked as a waitress in a bar full of drunken men.

Merlotte's. Sam Merlotte was the owner of that damn bar in Bon Temps and Sookie worked there for the last six years. Sam Merlotte, a shape shifter, a despicable race like werewolves, but they hadn't come to light in the way we vampires did. That was the place where she worked to keep herself and her grandmother afloat. It didn't seem appropriate to me. Pam used to say times had changed since mine when I didn't understand what people did or said.

I couldn't stop looking at her; cooking with her grandmother, watching TV or just reading a book. She seemed so innocent and pure that I could even smell it. A virgin. The first night I found it surprised me, because I couldn't understand how a creature as sweet and beautiful as she was, a treasure for any man, was alone and still a virgin, especially in these days.

Why hadn't men interested in her? I had seen the attitude of Merlotte's customers towards her. Some seemed to eat her with their eyes, others simply ignored her and her co-workers were always on guard around her, as if they were afraid of her.

Sookie Stackhouse was definitely a mystery to me and I was willing to find out about her.

If I had to put one foot in that stinky bar to see her face to face I would and when our eyes met, I would know exactly what was so special about her. I wanted to unravel the mystery and wanted her to be mine and nobody else.

Sookie POV

What was out there? It wasn't only in the real world. There was something in my backyard. I had never asked about it before, but I'd always known that something weird was near the woods.

Maybe they were just animals or my own imagination, but I was pretty sure that no one else could feel it the same way as me. Hearing people's thoughts was a thing I had done my whole life and started thinking maybe I was crazy.

"Honey, what are you doing?" My Gran asked, startling me. "Why are you looking through the window? Is there anything out there?" She kept asking and stood beside me.

No, there was nothing out there, because I would have known. I could hear everyone's minds around me, hear their thoughts and intentions, so I was sure there was nobody else out there. However, there was still something weird.

"No, Gran, no one."

"I knew it," she said smiling. "Here, I made tea, your favourite." She handed me a cup of red tea, obviously my favourite.

"Thank you, Gran."

"So are you gonna tell me why you're so worried?" I looked surprised at her because I did not expect she would have noticed. My Gran was much more perceptive than I imagined.

"What do you mean?"

My Gran rolled her eyes, which only used to do when something was very obvious to her. "Don't play with me, young lady. I know something is bothering you. What is it?"

I huffed and we walked together into the living room and sat on the couch. "It's the same, Gran, there's nothing new." I sipped my tea and kept talking. "Everybody looks at me like I'm a freak, as if I could turn them into frogs or something. They don't trust me 'cause they know what I can do and I scare them."

"Nonsense." My Gran exclaimed firmly. "Nobody looks at you as if you were a freak. Sookie, so I don't want to hear another word about it, do you understand me?" I nodded, but didn't believe in her word. All my life I had seen what had happened around me, the stares and whispers. It was always the same story, from school to high school, even at my work as a waitress. There was no difference. "Besides, you're learning to control it, so you shouldn't keep worrying your precious little head."

Control it? My Gran had too much faith in me, more than I had in myself, but I didn't understand how she could believe that it was a gift. It was not, it was a curse and one that would chase me for the rest of my life.

"Why am I this way?" I asked without preamble. With my Gran it was better to say things clearly instead of wasting time. "Why Jason is not like me? Why anyone in the family is like me? If indeed this is a gift, why nobody else has it, Gran?"

My Gran took a sip of her tea and sighed, looking into my eyes. "I can't answer that question, dear, I'm sorry. I wish I had all the answers you need, but I don't. All I can say is things will improve, step by step, and someday you'll see everything in the way I do."

I couldn't stop thinking about it overnight. When I was a kid I just didn't understand it and I still didn't get it. Who would want this 'gift'? I had the answer. I did not want it. No one will want this curse.

Suddenly there was that sensation again. As if something or someone was watching me, but I couldn't see or hear anything. It was something I had felt all my life, but for some reason I felt it strongly now.

I got out of bed and stood in front of the window, trying to see something or someone but there was nothing. Nothing at all.

I snorted and went back to bed, hoping to wake up next morning with an answer. I knew it would be impossible, but at least I wanted to believe one day I'll find the answers I was looking for.

Eric POV

She felt me.

She did. Somehow, she knew I was there and that I was watching her, but how? I never showed myself to her, she couldn't see me…but in a way she felt me. How was this possible?

I left that night, when there was barely left an hour before sunrise, repeating the same question over and over in my head. Sookie was human and humans were not able to see or feel vampires if we didn't want to, let alone in the dark but she had done it.

What kind of human was Sookie Stackhouse?

A really interesting one, I was sure of that, but she was hiding too many secrets and wanted to know them all. I wanted to know why people seemed scared of her and why they did look at her like she was a freak. Her words, not mine.

And what about a gift?

What gift or curse?

She had called it curse.

Her grandmother had spoken of a gift, but Sookie did not agree. Sookie called it a curse and wondered why no one else in her family was like her.

What was she?

I had always been curious about Sookie, but it was much more than that. I wanted to meet her, personally, talk to her and hear her voice, being in front of her and find out what she was hiding.

Would she be willing to let me into her life?

Sookie was a sweet, innocent and honest creature. I knew it, because I had observed her throughout her life and I was a vampire. A ruthless and soulless killer, who is obsessed with a girl from Bon Temps.

She was my secret, not even Pam knew, and I wouldn't tell anyone. Sookie will always be special for me and I did not want to share her.