Disclaimer: I don’t own it. Wish I did…at least the Viking! I am in no way affiliated with True Blood or the Southern Vampire Mysteries. They aren’t paying me and no copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: I only own my OC’s and their silliness.
“You are in love with him.” It wasn’t a question.
“I already told you, yes. I think it’s only because of the blood tie and the dreams that I feel that way.”
“It’s not,” he replied simply.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean!?” I snapped at him, standing and stomping away to the wall, much as a three-year-old having a tantrum would. I took a deep breath and looked out over the city.
“Cricket, I don’t…”
I turned abruptly and glared at him, stopping him midsentence.
“NO! You just said that you had never heard of a vampire sending dreams like that or that they even could! How the fuck do you know it’s not the blood? Jesus! You and Octavia! Maybe you should call her and compare notes? Maybe then someone could figure out that the connection you think is there is a bunch of Bullshit!”
His face showed nothing but shock at my outburst, his mouth still open from whatever he had been about to say. I didn’t understand where my sudden and irrational anger had come from. It was taking over, all-consuming, and I was sick of it. I was tired of being confused, and the fact that he agreed with Octavia and her ridiculous ideas just pissed me off to no end. Neither one of them knew any more than me what the fuck the dreams meant! Why were they so certain it wasn’t simply the blood tie I had with Eric? I knew I was behaving crazily, yet I couldn’t stop. Was I overreacting? Absolutely. Did I care in that moment? Not a God damn bit!
“My thygatéra, please calm down. Perhaps you are correct,” he said softly, approaching me as if I were a cornered animal that would bolt at any moment.
He held his hands up in a non-threatening gesture. It pushed me over the edge. I realized my fists were closed tightly and I was quietly growling, a sound that surprised me.
“Stop placating me, Godric! You’re wrong! As soon as his stupid blood cycles through my body or whatever the fuck it does to go away, then all of this will just stop! It hurts… I can’t…these feelings…my feelings…the dreams…they have to stop…”
Hot tears spilled down my cheeks as I choked on the last word and sank to the ground. I couldn’t shake the feelings of frustration and anger even though I was trying desperately to calm down. I put my head in my hands and sobbed. Where did all that come from? I barely heard him step closer to kneel in front of me.
“I am not placating you. I truly believe you might be right. I just do not know and I want to understand,” he said, quietly placing a gentle hand on my shoulder and pulling me to him as he sat.
I gave in easily and fell against him. He put one arm around my shoulders, hugging me to his chest, his free hand petting my hair in a soothing way. Again, it reminded me of a father comforting a hurt child. We sat in that position until my crying had turned to hiccups and sniffles.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“Seriously?” I snorted and pulled back, rolling my puffy eyes.
He handed me a handkerchief. Where the hell is he getting all these handkerchiefs? I laughed at that thought, finally feeling like myself again, and cleaned my face. We leaned against the wall side-by-side in silence. He reached over and took my hand, twining our fingers together. I took a few deep breaths and let them out slowly.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yeah. I don’t know what just happened.”
“I didn’t mean for my words to upset you.”
He looked at me as if that was the most ridiculous thing I had ever said, then smirked, shaking his head.
“OK. Obviously they did, but that was a ridiculous reaction. One minute we were having a civilized conversation and the next I felt so…angry and…really, really frustrated beyond reason. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t even want to. It was as if it wasn’t even coming from me,” I sighed.
I looked at him and could see he was deep in thought.
“What?” I asked, nudging his shoulder.
“Has that ever happened to you? I mean, prior to this? Have you felt as if your feelings were not originating from you?” he asked, looking down at our hands.
“No,” I said. Then I really thought about his question, “Yes.”
His eyes snapped to mine. His face held a look of concern and curiosity.
“When? What happened? What did you feel?” he asked quickly.
I took a moment to remember when I had felt it.
“It was the morning Eric left. He hadn’t been gone long and I felt a sharp stab in my stomach. It caused me to double over in pain. I crawled up the stairs because I couldn’t stand. I called out to Eric even though I knew he couldn’t hear me. He couldn’t come because the sun had risen. Then I… I realized it wasn’t my pain and I sort of separated it from my own feelings. It felt like it was Eric’s. I knew it was his. Oh My God! It was his!” I groaned.
“Don’t you see? It was his pain I felt. And this…this was his! His frustration. His anger. It was so sudden. I didn’t think. I didn’t try to figure out why I was so upset,” I sighed. “What the fuck is going on?” I mumbled to myself.
“How do you know it was him the first time?”
“I don’t know… I just knew.”
“Are you certain it was just now?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know. I think so.”
“Well, I mean, you didn’t say anything to incite such a reaction. The frustration I felt? It was the same as the pain that morning, overwhelming. The only difference is that I was alone that day. I had no choice but to force myself to figure it out…to see reason beyond the feeling. Nothing had hurt me. I had no reason to be in pain…the same as just as few moments ago, it came from nowhere. It wasn’t…mine.”
“Cricket, I think…”
“I know. You, Octavia…I think you guys are right.”
“It appears that way.”
“Fuck,” I whispered.
“Fuck, indeed,” he said.
My eyes widened and I began to giggle. Hearing that word come from his mouth was just wrong. It was too funny, and soon I was laughing so hard that he couldn’t help but join me.
“So, what now?” I asked when I finally stopped laughing.
“I might know someone older who might know more about this or has at least heard of it. This definitely goes beyond a simple blood tie between you and your Eric.”
“Please stop calling him that. Hey, what if it was the start of a bond? Do they work this way? We sort of argued over that.”
“I have never been bonded to anyone human or vampire. However, I know how they work and unless you have shared blood three times, the bond would not be very strong. In fact, the human would more than likely not feel it at all. Besides that, I would know if you were bonded. I would be able to…smell it,” he responded.
“Oh. Jesus, you guys can smell everything! I think I should call Russell Edgington. He’s older.”
He raised an eyebrow in question.
“What? I know him. That’s where JP is staying. They’re sort of, together at the moment.”
He looked as if he was going to ask about that situation, but decided not to touch on it. I was sure he would ask later. I hadn’t told him much about JP yet. He only knew that he was my best friend.
“No. I would rather you did not. I do not want to alert anyone to my present location.”
“Then who is it you’re going to call? Is that a good idea? I don’t like it. Won’t they question where you are?”
“I’m not going to call. I must go.”
“Wait! What? What do you mean ‘go’?”
“Do not worry. It is highly likely that she already knows where I am. She sees everything.”
“Like the girl from your favorite movie?” I laughed.
“No,” he laughed with me, “She doesn’t have…visions. She sees everything. In a way, I suppose, she watches over us.”
“You? Your family?”
“No. All of us.”
“All vampires in the world?” I asked incredulously.
“Oh, yes. It is safe to say she knows everything about everyone at all times.”
“How is that possible?”
“How is it possible that we even exist?”
“Point taken. OK. Let’s go,” I stood, pulling him up by our joined hands. I knew I couldn’t have if he didn’t let me.
“You cannot come with me. I will travel faster alone,” he said, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.
“But,” I began to panic. What if he didn’t come back? What if this was it?
“Do not worry. I promise I will return, but I must leave immediately. It is late already. I will try to be back by tomorrow. If not, it will be the following night. I cannot call, you understand?”
“Yes. Just…be careful…and come back!” I didn’t know where he was going, and regardless of what he said, I was worried and I would be until he returned.
“I will need to tell her about you. All about you.”
“Yeah, I kinda figured.”
“What is your given name?” he asked. He had never asked me before and I hadn’t told him.
“I like that. It is very pretty. May I call you Chelsea?”
I took a moment before I answered. Normally, I would respond that no one used that name, but there was someone else that called me that. Eric had asked if he could be the only one to call me Chelsea and I’d agreed. However, he was gone and there was no reason for it to be his name for me anymore…
“Yes, of course you can.”
He smiled and placed a kiss on my forehead, then shot up into the sky. I watched in the direction he had gone for a moment, saying a silent prayer that he would return quickly. Damn, I should’ve asked him to fly me down to the balcony before he left. Oh, well.
Before I could finish the thought, I felt an arm wrap around me and in a flash, I was outside my suite. He was already gone again when I whispered a quiet thank you to the night.
I watched the sky for a few more moments, my mind racing, and my hands slightly shaking from all the caffeine I’d had, but I had no intention of sleeping any time soon. I entered the main room, locking the balcony door. I went to the kitchen and put on some coffee, suddenly wishing I had a bottle of that fantastic Merlot. It even crossed my mind to call the twenty-four-hour room service, but I decided against it. How would it look for someone to call down for a bottle of wine so late, or early depending on you looked at it?
As I waited for the coffee to brew, I pulled out my phone. Thank God! There was a missed call and a text from JP! I was elated and a bit nervous at the same time. I checked the text first.
- Hey Trollop! Where are you? I tried to call you hours ago! Call me! XOXO
I took a deep breath, trying to get the words in order in my head. I possibly had a chance to find something out and I wasn’t quite sure what to ask. I poured my coffee, adding a good bit of artificial plastic cream, a packet of sugar, and dialed the phone. JP answered on the second ring.
“Well, it’s about God damn time, Skank! You text asking for my help and when I try to contact you, you ignore me!”
“Hi, Cricket, my sweet, how are you? I miss your voice. I’m so glad we finally got in contact!” I said in a syrupy voice, “Would that have been so hard, you jackass?!” I laughed.
“Oh, so sorry! Hi, Cricket, how are you? I miss you and I’m irritated that you are interrupting my last bit of time with my man!” he said, mimicking my voice exaggeratedly. I had to laugh again at his silliness.
“Fine. At least one of us can be cordial. Seriously, though, I really miss you and the sound of your voice, honey.”
“I miss you, too. So, what’s going on in Texas? How’s Maggie? Have you heard from Eric?” The mere mention of his name caused a swirl of angry butterflies to inhabit my stomach.
“Not much, just trying to get some answers. Maggie’s fine as far as I know, and no, I haven’t talked to Eric.”
“So, you haven’t started stalking him yet?”
“No, dumbass, I have most certainly decided not to stalk him.”
“Want me to do it?”
“Ooh, touched a nerve,” he snickered, but I was not in the mood to discuss my non-existent reunion with Eric. Instead, I sighed.
“Sorry. I’m sorry. I just…it’s still, I don’t know, humiliating, you know?”
“Oh, guurl, I do and I’ll let it be for now.”
“Thanks. I really appreciate it.”
“Hey wait, back up…what do you mean ‘as far as you know’? Isn’t Maggie with you?”
“Well, she’s still in Texas, but not here in the hotel with me. I can’t remember if I told you this or not. My brain is turning to mush from lack of sleep and too much worrying, I guess. Anyway, she went to that vampire nest to look for the guy Octavia wanted me to speak with. She still hasn’t come back.”
“Damn! Cricket, that was days ago!”
“I know, but Octavia contacted her and said she’s fine. Apparently, they need her for something,” I explained.
“What the hell could they need from Maggie?”
“I know I told you she’s a witch. Evidently, that’s a rare commodity and from what I have gathered, one of their nest mates is missing,” I didn’t want to mention the fact that there were actually two missing, since technically Godric really wasn’t.
“Missing? That doesn’t sound good. Have you talked to her?”
“Not really. She texted me a couple of times and said everything was fine, so I have to trust her and Octavia.”
“OK…listen, I don’t want you to…um just… Please don’t go to that nest.”
“Why are you so concerned about vampires? You’re living it up with someone who’s three-thousand give or take a century.”
“It’s not the same. I know him. We don’t know them or anything about them.”
“True. Don’t worry. I have no intention of going there unless Maggie calls and says she needs me.”
“Can she be glamoured?”
“I don’t know for sure. She’s not all that strong of a witch. However, I can’t. So, I’m not worried and I’ll cross that bridge if or when I come to it,” I said. Hopefully never, I thought to myself.
“Right. OK. I trust you to make the right decision, honey. So, on to other things…and your favor… Russell said he would be delighted to talk to his little songbird, but when you didn’t answer the phone we got…busy… for hours.”
“Too much, sweetie! I get it!” I shouted and heard him chuckle into the phone.
“Anyway, later, he went out.”
“Out? What do you mean out? Without you? What the fuck?”
“He was…hungry.” If he was uncomfortable, he hid it extremely well.
“Oh. Are you OK? I mean, you know, with all that?”
“Yeah. I kinda wish that it was me, though.”
“What? You Tramp!”
“Takes one to know one, Hussy! I know for a fact that you and Eric…”
“Fair enough,” I stopped him before he could finish that sentence.
“Anyway, there’s only an hour or so until sunrise, so he should be back soon. I can ask him to call you. That is, if you plan to answer your fucking phone!”
“No, tomorrow night or I mean tonight is soon enough. After all, I am by myself. Anytime is fine. Are you having fun?”
“Oh, the absolute best and I can’t say I’m entirely upset that you want to wait until later to talk to him. He’s a little…amorous when he comes back! Oh, and Cricket, his house is unbelievable and everybody here does pretty much, well, whatever he tells them. I’ve been totally spoiled. I feel like a princess!”
I snorted at the image of JP in a bubblegum pink gown very similar to Glenda the Good Witch.
“I can imagine. Hey, I was thinking today…what about school? I don’t plan on leaving here anytime soon with everything I’m trying to sort out, but I’m not sure what to do about work.”
“Fuck that shitbox! You’re someone different now. We’ve got savings until you decide what you want to do…ahem singing… As for me, I told you I can take classes online. I’m in no hurry to go home, either.”
“Hmm, so much for your weekend fling,” I giggled.
“Shut the fuck up,” he giggled right along with me.
“OK. So, we just play it by ear?”
“Sounds like a plan. I really do want to see you soon, though. I miss your fat ass.”
“Fuck you. You know my ass is skinnier than yours on my worst day,” I defended. I had a nice ass.
“Dream on, guurl. Dream the fuck on.”
“I’m gonna go and let you get all dolled up for your man before he gets back. I can only imagine the mood he’ll be in after he’s eaten.”
“I’ll have you know that my man likes me just the way I am.”
“Exactly! You know you really need to tell me all about this Siren shit, too.”
“I’ve told you what I know so far.”
“Yeah, but after you talk to…whoever and Russell…I want to hear it all.”
“You’ll be the first to know,” I smiled.
“Goodnight, Strumpet. Love you. Mwah!”
“Goodnight, Harlot. Love you, too!”
God, I missed him! I wanted to tell him about Godric. I wanted to tell him that he was right about my feelings for Eric, but I couldn’t for several reasons, first and foremost, Godric’s secret and safety. The whole thing about Eric, well, I knew I would need his shoulder and talking about it over the phone would undoubtedly break me down. I would definitely be on the ledge and need my best friend to talk me down as we always did for each other. Only one of us could be crazy at a time. I couldn’t handle that yet and decided those conversations needed to happen face to face.
We hung up and I realized I had been pacing throughout most of our conversation, my coffee cold and forgotten. My body really wanted sleep, but my mind was wired, and I couldn’t settle down. I wondered where Godric was, how far he could get in the time he’d been gone, and how far he needed to go before sunrise, which was quickly approaching. If he wouldn’t be back until the day after tomorrow, then he must have had to go far. I wondered how fast he could fly and what he planned to say to whomever he was going to see. There was only one person I could remember from the books that he could have been talking about, but that idea was just insane. The character was older than everyone else and blind, though she had second sight. Surely to God, she isn’t real! I guessed I would find out soon enough.
Though I really didn’t want to sleep yet, I knew my body would soon betray me. I sat on the sofa and turned on the television. I clicked through the channels and found nothing exciting to hold my interest, so I switched it to some food channel. There was a competition of sorts and I always found them funny.
I hadn’t closed the curtains entirely, since I knew Godric wouldn’t be returning. The sun hadn’t completely risen and I wondered if Godric was somewhere keeping himself awake to dream. I could see it was just between night and day when I finally succumbed to my overdue sleep.
I heard him before I saw him. He was pacing around the room, growling and mumbling quietly to himself, though it was too low for me to hear. I stretched my arms, apparently having laid down at some point. All movement stopped when I sat up. He had been behind the sofa and was immediately standing in front of me. His face was not that of the gentle, sweet man I knew in my dreams. It was hard and angry. His blue eyes pierced mine and I felt myself flinch. What the fuck?
“What’s the ma…”
“Where have you been?!” he snapped, interrupting me.
“Jesus! Calm down! What?”
“I waited, but you didn’t come.”
“I still have no idea what you’re talking about.”
His frustration was palpable as he ran a hand through his hair, almost gripping it in his frustration, and he began pacing in front of me again.
“Eric, calm down,” I arose and stepped in his path, stopping his movement, “What do you mean you waited?”
“Last night, today, yesterday… I came. You were not there. You were not here. I waited, but you never came. You always come to me.”
“You were worried,” I stated rather than asked.
“No! Don’t be absurd! I was… angered,” he said fiercely, though I could see right through it.
“Uh huh. Well, I’m here now,” I shrugged, and started walking toward the bedroom.
“Where were you?” he said, having moved in front of me faster than I could see.
“Oh, you know…doing things,” I said nonchalantly, walking around him.
“Do you not think you owe me an explanation?!”
“Not even a little bit. I still don’t really even get that you were here and I wasn’t, but I suppose it’s to be expected. I mean, after all, my head knows where I was, right? Maybe I wanted you to be upset that I didn’t sleep yesterday, didn’t dream of you. Maybe I want you to be upset all the time. God knows I am!”
He was silent for a moment while I walked into the bathroom to change into pajama pants and a tank top. When I returned his face was crestfallen. I sat on the bed and looked at him. Our eyes locked. He looked like a little boy who lost his favorite toy.
“You want to upset me? You are trying to hurt me?” he asked in a broken tone seated on the bed next to me.
“No. Of course I don’t want you to be upset or hurt. I… This is the only place where I can forget all that. I mean, it creeps in sometimes, like now, but usually… It’s just us, simple. I want to be with you and not think about the way it really is. I want to enjoy this time with you. It might end soon, so all the discussions are moot at this point anyway,” I said, pushing up onto my knees and wrapping my arms around his neck to place a soft, chaste kiss on his mouth.
Any residual anger he had dissipated and I felt his arms slide around my waist as he kissed my temple. He rubbed his nose along the side of my face to my ear, placing barely-there kisses along the way. I threaded my fingers through his hair, one hand playing with the short hairs on the back of his neck and breathed in the scent of rain, clean linen, and ocean. I was sure my memory didn’t hold a candle to the real thing, but I would take what I could get at that moment.
“Moot? Do you not want me any longer, min sǫngr? I have told you time and again, I cannot leave,” he whispered huskily against my neck as he dropped his head and continued marking me with his scent.
“You might have to soon,” I moaned.
My head tilted to the side unconsciously, giving him more access, and he began placing open-mouth kisses down my neck to my collarbone where he licked, sucking the skin, and biting gently with blunt teeth. I groaned at the sensations that drove me insane and turned my knees weak.
My grip on him tightened and I roughly tried to pull him down, but he had other ideas when he lifted me effortlessly to straddle him. His hands ran up the sides of my body. Long, rough thumbs grazed under my breasts and over the nipples as his grip tightened slightly. My already pebbled nipples tightened even more at his touch. I peppered his face with kisses and ground against his hard shaft through his jeans and my pajama pants, looking for friction. His deep growl pushed me to roll my hips against him harder. My mouth met his and our kiss was frenzied and deep. There was nothing sweet or chaste about it. Tongues danced, teeth nipped, lips were sucked. He gripped the back of my hair with one hand and positioned my head the way he wanted to deepen the kiss impossibly more. I was in Heaven.
I could feel his cock throb underneath me and pulled back to look into the blue storms and waves crashing in his eyes.
“You have on too much clothing,” I said sternly, “Off. Now!”
A sexy, smirk made its home on his face as he tossed me onto the bed, his clothes gone in a flash, and he dove on top of me. He loomed over me on his knees with his hands planted on either side of my head.
“Hmm, I believe you are mistaken, beautiful girl. You are the one with too much apparel,” he purred.
He pushed my wrists together and lifted my arms over my head.
“Stay,” he commanded. I nodded, biting my lip to keep from grinning like an idiot.
“So wet for me already,” he growled, looking down at my heated pussy.
“Mmhmm,” was my only response. Words were gone.
His hands ran up my stomach to my chest, pushing my top with them. I closed my eyes when I felt his mouth cover my breast, his cool tongue teasing the nipple and sucking it into his mouth. I heard a ripping sound and opened my eyes in time to see my shirt flying across the room. Strong hands moved along my body and he moved downward. Soft, wet kisses traveled in a straight line from my chest to my stomach before he settled between my legs, which spread easily, automatically, and wantonly for him. He ran his nose along the length of my slit over the material of my pants. With one quick movement, they were also gone, shredded somewhere on the floor with my top. His finger traced the edge of my panties as he kissed the inside of my thigh. My back arched and my hips moved seeking his touch, but he pulled back and slid his arms under my legs, bending them at the knees and held onto my thighs, spreading me open further for him.
“Watch me,” his quiet command caused my juices to flood my already soaked panties. His eyes never left mine as his head bent over my mound. He gingerly bit down on my panties, careful not to bite me, and pulled them off of me, ripping the sides in the process. He sucked on them for a second before turning his head and tossing them to the floor.
“God, you taste so fucking good, min sǫngr. Are you ready for me?”
“Uhng…yes,” I breathed.
“Who makes you this wet?”
“Oh, God…you do,” I moaned as my hips moved toward his mouth and the cool breath wafting over my pussy.
“Remember that,” he said low.
I watched his tongue flick out languidly and lick up the full length of me, ending at my bundle of nerves where he sucked and lightly bit down. My clit stood erect and throbbed into his tongue. He had only begun and I was already ready to explode.
“Please,” I begged.
“What do you need?”
“Please, I want…”
“He is not here. I am. Say it,” he said, keeping my eyes locked on his.
“Make me come!” I cried out.
“As you wish.”
Aurelia Gliwiski as Chelsea ‘Cricket’ Kerrigan
Alexander Skarsgård as Eric Northman
Allan Hyde as Godric
Sean Hayes as JP
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