Cherry Waves (eric northman/book two)

slumber party

Eric's head pops into view and you can hardly believe your eyes. The sunlight bounces off of his silky blonde hair and it accentuates his sharp features in all the right ways. Shadows dance along his face as he turns his head to study your current state. You must be dead, or maybe you're dreaming. Maybe those werewolves never showed up at all and you've been sleeping this whole time. Or you ARE dead and this is limbo. 'How is Eric in the sun right now?' You wonder to yourself with furrowed brows. This seems more like heaven, honestly. He looks like an angel. If you squint a lot, it seems like there's a halo around his head. He's truly one of the most beautiful men you've ever seen. You can't help squinting, though. The sun is so bright, and you feel like you're about to die. His beauty might be enough to keep you alive for a while longer.

He frowns as he takes in your disheveled appearance, and then he looks over at something out of view. This has to be a dream. How is he standing under the sun without burning to death? "Pam, give me the bag." Eric's voice is loud and deep as he commands his progeny. His words send a shiver down your spine. Pam must've felt you dying and brought Eric along to save you. How sweet.

So, Pam's walking around in the sun too? You didn't think she would care about that sort of thing. This is all because of the faerie blood, right? That's why these assholes are able to save you? Shouldn't they be planning to infiltrate the Authority with Russell or something? You feel like you're not important compared to that.

Pam grumbles something unintelligible in response. You open your mouth to talk to Eric, but instead of words coming out, there's just a soft wheeze. You almost feel embarrassed by the sound that comes out of your mouth. And you would if you weren't in such a bad state. Eric glances over at you with furrowed brows and a slight frown. He turns around once more to grab the bag Pam's holding out to him.

Eric squeezes it a bit in his right hand and looks over at you. This time, he seems a bit less concerned. You open your eyes a bit wider to get a better view of the thing he's holding. It's a blood bag like you expected. When you sniff the air, you realize you can hardly smell anything. And the only thing you can smell is the dirt surrounding you. There's no way for you to tell, but you don't think this is normal blood. Unfortunately, you're in no state to refuse this. You don't want to die, and Pam certainly won't let you. They'll force that shit down your throat before they let you die.

The older vampire drops into the narrow hole and stretches his arm out. He ducks his head and attempts to make himself as small as possible. If you weren't so weak, you'd be giggling at the sight. You didn't think you'd ever see him bent over in such an uncomfortable way. He could've just dropped the bag down here and you would've got it. But he's blocking the sun, so that's probably a good thing.

"I know you don't want this. And you probably don't need it. I mean, you don't seem to care about how wonderful it will be." He remarks as he pushes the bag toward your face. You don't have the energy to scowl or say anything, but you're saying 'Fuck you, Eric' in your head. He wants you to want the faerie blood so bad. His desperation is a little childish. So, you'll drink it to survive and not to please him. You hope Pam is rolling her eyes at this annoying statement.

Now that the bag is closer to you, you can smell the blood. You conjure up as much strength as possible and drop your fangs. Eric's still holding onto the bag, and you're glad. You're not sure you have the strength to carry it yourself. Once your lips are wrapped around it, you bite into it, not caring about how messy this could get. Eric squeezes the bottom of the bag. The blood is warm, and not as much as you were expecting. Usually, blood bags come cold. Did Pam warm it up for you, or did they get some fresh blood? But, the temperature isn't the first thing you notice. The first thing you notice is just how wonderful it tastes. It tastes like what it would feel like to win the lottery. It's like peeing in the morning after you wake up. Or orgasming after edging for an hour. There's something horribly satisfying about this blood. You can't get enough of it. It reminds you of what it's like to be happy. You don't think you've been happy in a long time. Or, maybe you have been. But when you are, it's fleeting.