Viking Invasion (A Collection of True Blood Ficlets)

Hung II: Once Bitten

A/N: Part II Of Hung Drawn & French Quartered

Song: "66" By Afghan Whigs

I've been waiting

Are you waiting?

For my move?

Well, I'm making it...

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TARA POV

What a tease. That sexy beast got me all worked up and then stepped outta the shower. Well, he may have said something, but I wasn't listening. Lord help me, my body was ready to receive his gracious plenty. My maker didn't even allow me time to finish myself off. The moment I began rubbing my aching clit, the bastard commanded me to get dressed.

"Tara, move at vampire speed." He was serious and already completely dress.

I looked up at him - and up, and up - and wished him at the bottom of the Red River, spectacular smile, golden hair, and all. As my body moved at near lightning speed, time seemed to slow. It was amazing, being able to propel my body into moving so fast. It was something unimaginable. In less than a minute, I'd slipped on the clothes he had placed on the bed for me. It was an extra-large Fangtasia T-shirt, a pair of small black leggings, ankle socks and a pair of black Uggs.

Besides the club T-shirt, I'm positive I'm wearing Vampire- Barbie's clothes. I'm sure she'll be thrilled.

"Let's go." Six- feet of sin ordered sternly, his intent blue eyes glared at me unwaveringly.

"Well, where the fuck are we going?" I asked indignantly, still a little stunned at the turn of events.

"I'm hungry and you need to be taught how to feed."

"That's just fuckin peachy," I said, with a sweep of one hand to indicate how trifling a matter this was, alas, I had no choice but to follow him.

We walked (vampire speed) to Fangtasia which was less than a mile from Eric's house. He made a call on his cell and I can only assume is a fang-banger and I suppose that will be his meal tonight.

"Can you call ya fang-banger back and tell them to bring me some True Blood?" I realize I got to eat, my stomach is growling and all I can think about is how delicious Sookie tasted and Lafayette smelled pretty good too. I loved to hear those assholes scream in pain as I take a draw outta both of them.

"There are True Bloods on the shelf." He fleetingly gestured his hand in the direction of the bar. I didn't hesitate, I took all twelve bottles, lined them up on the bar, perched my ass on the barstool and went to town on em. As I was finishing my last bottle, I felt big strong hands gently land on my shoulders.

"Are you satisfied, my child."

I felt flush with desire at the nearness of his body. "Well..."I hesitated in answering his question. Some of the True Bloods tasted alright. The best way to describe it was some tasted like a fancy, rich cracker and the others tasted like a bland stale cracker. None of it was filling nor satisfying.

No wonder vampires prefer humans.

"No..." I came clean, even if I didn't admit it, he could feel my disappointment, besides, it's written all over my face.

"And would if there were no True Blood and no willing donors." He slid into the seat next to mine. "What would you do Tara?"

"I...well...SHIT- I don't know, newly fanged and all."