Someday You'll Find Me (Eric Northman/ True Blood)

Afar and Endless

Several Nights Later...

Our eyes locked, and the air became thick with unvoiced emotions as neither of us attempted to move away. My fingers still lingered upon her cheeks. 

"Don't you ever lie to me again...?" I scolded her and she knew exactly why I did so. My lover was indeed a practitioner of necromancy. However, I fully understand it was necessary to master the ability in order to combat it. She'd never use her powers against vampires unless forced to do so. Even so, that doesn't justify the lies and certainly does not ease Pam's trepidation of my short-tempered lover. Ironically, her powers to control the dead have no effect on our son. I am in constant awe of Ciree. I regard keenly as her eyes narrowed showing her displeasure. Tara did not take kindly to my reprimand.

"Tara..." I withdrew from her somewhat, the look on my face was stern. I was fucking serious and she needed to know that.

"I'm done with the lies, the secrets, the running; I told you that already Eric...We're a family now..."

Straightway, my thoughts were interrupted by her emotional assault. Her love and devotion submerged into my soul and latched to my mind like a vice-grip. I took an unnecessary breath of relief. My cool fingers always left a trail of heat on Tara's lovely dark skin. My touch, the best healer, eased her pain and calmed her nerves. I moved both of my hands back up to Tara's beautiful face. Just as my lips pressed against her collarbone, I brought my mouth back up to her ear and I whisper.

"Make love to me Tara."

"Hell Yeah..." She replied purring like a cat.

We devoured each other's lips as we carelessly ripped off clothes, blindly tossing them across the room, making a path to our bed. I was quickly losing my mind as I attempted to violate every inch of her. Tara was in no better control as her warm fingers, left trails of heat in their wake, dancing sensually across my back, gripping my ass and pulling me closer to her as we moved toward the bed.

I pressed my forehead against hers and entered her with one swift thrust, at the same time grinding forward, upward, thrusting in and out of her with smooth strokes. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, her sexy moans and my groans of pleasure nearly drowned out everything.

Her back was arched forward and her head was tipped back, so when I was able to tear my eyes away from the sight of her pussy swallowing my dick, I used the opportunity to latch onto one of her breasts. I licked and sucked on her ripe flesh, sending bolts of pleasure coursing through her.

She screamed and threw her head back into the pillow, locking her legs around my waist as I crashed into her perfect little pussy. I was so hard, and she found herself clenching her thighs around my hips, drawing me in even more. Animalistic grunts escaped my lips as she rocked against me with small thrusts, her hips undulating in sexy circles. I tossed my head back, my cock throbbing, threatening to burst every time her tight walls clamped and released around me. Tara began to violently thrust back against me and I plunged myself erratically, unable to hold back any longer.

I had no choice but to come hard for her.

Several Weeks Later...

Construction of The Onyx Moon Coven was completed, the members moved in shortly after. Ciree was cordially invited to the house-warming gathering. The brood ceremoniously welcomed my son with open arms, and I am grateful, he has found the sought-after acceptance he'd searched for in his Wiccan tribe.

I was not surprised when he told me how much he fascinated them. As he told me about his day, I haughtily desire him; Ciree has all the strengths of a vampire, but none of our weaknesses. He is constantly discovering his vampire and Wiccan abilities and in turn, he challenges Tara and me. I am not surprised by his stubbornness and for that, like me and his mother; all of his lessons shall be learned the hard way.

"Let's get this shit straight right now kid." Pamela piped. "Don't you ever call me Aunt or Auntie, or any of that bullshit, comprende?"

"Ahh-right Ms. Pam..." My handsome offspring nonchalantly replied.

That was the closest to affection Ciree would get from my icy progeny. But we all knew better. We all felt her love and admiration for both my son and my lover. She is just as proud of our family as I am.

Alas, our armistice was short-lived. A little over a month later, Nan Flanagan seized Pam and me at Fangtasia during business hours. Sophie Ann had made Nan aware of her investigations of Tara's coven, Stan's involvement and my links to them both and she followed up when she discovered the Queen was missing. In an uncivil, biased trial, The Authority demanded that Pam and I turn in Tara and Ciree in exchange for a lesser sentence. The lesser sentence meant that Pam and I would be stripped of all that we own; leaving us penniless and permanently banished to a third-world country of their choice. Tara would be tortured for months and then glamoured into forgetting it all. I don't know what they'd do to Ciree, I could only imagine it would be just as unpleasant. 

Without a second thought, we told Nan, Roman and the rest of The Authority to go fuck themselves. In returned were sentenced to be executed ala silver stake the following night. This execution is political, no one truly cared for the Queen or valued the lives of her subordinates; everyone knew that she was an extortionist. Alas, a message had to be made, Sophie was one of the reasons The Great Revelation transitioned well into society, she and Nan were the face, the spokespersons for vampires. Nan was the well-spoken intellectual one. And Sophie was the glamour 'it girl', on the scene, the world found her appealing, relatable, and now her remains are clogging up my septic system. Needless to say in clouded eyes of The Authority, her death could not go unpunished.

Godric had done all he could to prevent this, but his hands were tied. Therefore, he and I had prepared extensively for this day. The night after the massacre, I contacted Malcolm Beaumarchais, an older and very wealthy vampire with over a dozen baby progenies. He had shown interested in my estate in St. Anne and I convinced him to take on the other smaller houses also. He was a fair negotiator and I sold them at a very reasonable price.

Fangtasia now belongs to the second oldest vampire in Louisiana. Violet Mazurski, a sadistic tart from Poland who had expressed interested in owning Fangtasia since it opened back in the early '90s. I sold my treasured business to her, however, due to her disrespectfully demanding to keep my throne. I refused and gave it back to the one who gifted it to me. Of course GInger had no recollection of the matter, still, my loyal- blood bag was more deserving of the throne than any other. 

Tara and Ciree had said their woeful goodbyes to the Coven. Tara made sure that upon her departure, her Coven was finically and spiritually capable. Although, it did not make it any less painful for my doll to leave them again. I had given my seraph and my miracle the layout of Roman's estate. Not that they needed it. Our blood-bond was stronger than ever. The two met little resistance due to all of the lazy, inept vampire guards, it was easy to bypass or exterminate them. Foolishly, The Tribunal had no wolves watching during the day. Tara cast spells to disable the alarms and Ciree used his vampire strength to bend open the silver bars. Pam and I slipped out in between the openings, careful not to touch the flesh burning element. My lovely woman located the guard tower and destroyed all the surveillance equipment, ensuring that none of The Authority would ever find out who set us free.

We all make haste to the vehicle. Tara pulled the van up as close to the house as she could and Ciree covered us with thick black blankets. Inside the tinted van, our travel coffins awaited us. We arrived at the Louis Armstrong airport just in time to catch our booked flight to New York City's JFK airport. We fled to Godric's home in Sweden. No one knows of the home that Godric and I once shared over 200 years ago.

One day I hope father can visit us, mainly due to the fact that I long for him to spend time with Pam and I and he would be delighted to meet Tara and Ciree. For now, my ancient Sire is working diligently at finding a replacement for the Queen. Once this is accomplished, Sophie Anne will be forgotten and we'll be able to come out of hiding.

One day my beautiful necromancer, my handsome hybrid, and my sassy progeny will no longer be fugitives. 

We shall emerge from the shadows, my formidable clan and I... And a new era shall begin.