Viking Invasion (A Collection of True Blood Ficlets)

Moon River VI - Dream On Dream Away

Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today.

His body stiffened, his face contorted and he growled in bliss as his orgasm released. Charlie gazed at the sexy woman underneath him and chuckled out loud.

So gullible...he thought to himself... it only took a few compliments to get her to spread her legs.

"That was good, now get dressed and leave," Charlie grumbled as he pulled out of her and rolled over.

"Leave? What... Charlie..." she said in disbelief her voice hitched with her strong southern twang leaving no doubt, she was shocked.

Amy Burley knew about Charlie's reputation; he'd been labeled a womanizer by dozens of women. But she thought things were different from them. They'd been flirting for weeks with each other, so she thought he really liked her. She thought their sensual encounter was more than just sex and bloodletting. Now she realizes she was wrong about everything.

He let out a mock sigh, "I know you heard me, so I will not say it again." rising from the bed and sliding on his jeans."Goodnight now," He was done with her and now he was ready to move on to more important things.

His words stung her like a hornet's attack and a cold chill traveled up her spine as she lifted the sheets off her nude slender body. She scooped up her little black dress, panties, and stilettos from the side of the bed. She peered at his almost translucent muscular back, thankful his cold, handsome glare was not facing her, she didn't want him to see the tears streaming from her eyes. She wanted to say something, anything, but she knew better. Charlie had a terrible temper and she didn't want to get fired, or worse... She shuddered with regret, quickly dressed and left the lower level of the nightclub.

On a Monday night, Charlie found himself with the tedious task of cleaning out a storage space in The Dungeon as it is fondly and not so fondly called. The Dungeon has many rooms, most of them abandoned, accumulating clutter over the last two decades. About a year ago most of the rooms had been cleaned and organized, all except for one.

Normally, Charlie would assign one of his many servants the cumbersome task of cleaning out a dusty old storage room, but unlike all the other rooms, this storage room held sentimental items. These were items that belonged to Godric. For two years the brothers bickered over whom would take possession of his most cherished items, but could never come to an agreement, so the objects remained...until the night Tara came back into their lives.

Two weeks earlier...

"You've never just snuggled before? Tara asked embracing the vampire tighter than she thought possible, still, it just wasn't enough.

"I have not," he answered back, kissing her forehead, "I could think of several other activities, I'd prefer to do with you."

Tara did not need to look at him to know he was smirking, she could hear the naughty grin in his voice. His comment was full of reminiscent innuendo.

"I bet you would, but we've already done that, and we will again for sure, but now, now we need to build a relationship."

"Whatever you wish lover." He whispered indifferently.

"Well don't you wish it too?" she asked, knowing the answer was not what she wanted to hear.

"I do not," he said."

The confirmation caused Tara to sit up, as much as she could sit up in a coffin. She propped herself on the elbows letting them rest on the plush lining, "Why not?" Tara asked bitterly.

"Have I upset you?" His gaze was seeking, his voice indicated concern, but she didn't take notice.

Her brow raised, "Well you're pretty much telling me that all I am to you is a good romp in the hay."

"If you were any other woman, that would be true." Using a single finger, he moved a fallen strand of hair from her forehead," Have you forgotten that I have not had a lover since you, nor have a sought to have one. You've been in my presence for several nights, I have shown much restraint."

"No, I have not forgotten what you claimed, but I find it hard to believe." Tara had seen firsthand, Eric was constantly being hit on by lots of women and some men too.

"I have no reason to be dishonest, and I realize I am irresistible to most humans, furthermore, I have no way to prove my innocence," he uttered coolly, a smirk played across his lip, "Perhaps a little of my blood will get you in the mood, it worked wonders the last time." he coaxed.

"Oh, hell no! The last time I drank your blood, I did things I had never done before...and those dreams," Tara clearly recalled all of the vivid dreams she had of the two vampires ravishing her body in ways she never thought possible. She also recalled a particular dream that was unlike the other dreams.

"Was it not the most passionate primal sex you've ever had?" He peered into her dark wandering eyes, and he hungered for her, knowing that she was thinking of him, he quickly became aroused.

"I really need to tell you about one particular dream, I have a feeling it was more than just a sex dream," she said firmly. "I think Godric was trying to tell me something important."

"I am listening," Eric replied stoically, his expression matching his tone.

"In the dream, Godric's voice is leading me from the bar to The Dungeon. I approach the coffin and Godric laying there looking...um, happy to see me. I thought he wanted me to get in the coffin with him and I was about to, but when I tried he hissed, so I stopped mid-step. He got out of the coffin donning Willa's purple ring on his right index finger. The ring glowed and like a beacon, it pointed, directly at what I can only describe as a treasure chest..." She paused for a moment, searching for the right words. Eric's cerulean eyes peered at her unblinking, she had his full attention; after a moment, she took a deep breath and continued, "He asked me to gather his children and officiate."

Eric reached into his pocket and retrieved his cellular phone, quickly scrolling through pictures he showed her one, "Is this the chest you speak of?"

"Yes!" Tara's eyes lit up, the chest was positioned right next to the coffin she'd seen Godric in, "Why do you think he asked me to do this?"

"I believe father provided you with his final wishes, he wanted you to speak to us on his behalf, you will be the one to end the feud and any questions left unanswered." The vampire peered at her, with a gentle finger he reorients her face so that he holds the gaze she didn't want to give him, stealing the passion from her eyes in a way that only magnifies the spark. There is no smile on their lips, only the hot intensity of his gaze that they both know is the start of the inferno to come. "Tara, you are truly special to me, please know, you have my loyalty and devotion."

"I like the sound of that," Tara purred, unable to contain herself anymore, Tara holds Eric's head in her hands and pulls him into a fiery and passionate kiss. Instantly, she is on top of him; on his back as he matches her body's form. Eric's hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Eric's full of wonder and love, Tara's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated.