Now you can’t say you haven’t heard a peep out of me, right? *glances around room*
Anyway, RL, blah blah blah – hey, do you want a teaser for One Night – The Fourth Night – Part 3??
THIS CHAPTER IS NOT FINISHED YET – I just wanted to let you guys know/give you visual proof that I am, in fact, actively working on it. I won’t say anything about the three OTHER versions of this chapter I’ve already written then tossed. Nope. Not a word about I’d get so far into the chapter then decide it wasn’t good enough/didn’t feel right/sucked ass and hit that lovely delete key.
See? Not a word…about murdering my own words. *sigh* (This totally counts as “suffering for your art”, btw.)
Anyway, at some point in the near-to-faaaar future the rest of this chapter will magically appear before your very, um, inbox. There is more written than I’m posting as a teaser – hey, a girl’s gotta have SOME secrets, right – I just wanted to give y’all a bit of proof since it’s been a while. You know the rules – the material is subject to change, corrections/additions/substitutions may be made, read it again when it’s actually posted to be sure, etc.
But yeah, here: catch!
Wait, no, um…where were we?
With as much grace as he could muster under the slightly painful and highly frustrating circumstances, Eric followed his silently smirking Maker out of the house to the burgundy SUV somehow ready and waiting at the top of the circle. As he folded himself into the vehicle with a grimace, he had to be glad of the additional leg-room provided by the SUV’s design and wanted to think he had successfully hidden his…discomfort.
Sookie’s impromptu hair petting session had left his pants tighter than comfort would allow but unfortunately that wasn’t a new thing where she was concerned.
For fuck’s sake… Why, after a literal millennia, am I suddenly so susceptible to one woman’s touch? Why? Granted during my toddler years…so easily excitable…but that was then…! I’d gotten over that, surely? Untried 15-year-old boy now… Ugh! Down through the ages…the most beautiful women…the loveliest maidens…could choose at will… Never had a problem performing, could go for nights on end, but could easily turn from such distractions when I wanted or needed to… Now…now all one little shit – a fucking virginal shit at that although she had to have known exactly what she was doing…all she has to do is run a dainty little fingertip down my ear and I’m fucking toast… Could it be the fairy allure? Doubt it…that would lead to draining more than fucking, although that could be part of it… No, this is all…her…no desire to drain her, only to fuck her senseless…
Godric remained silent as he drove them toward Dallas proper. Normally he enjoyed a bit of speed to liven up any drive – vamping, as the young ones called it, was much more preferable, but what can you do? -but he proceeded more sedately to give his child a chance to reclaim the necessary facade.
Sookie…what a cheeky brat! And so perfect for his complicated progeny! Buy his child a treat indeed…small bouncy balls sounded more appropriate by the minute.
He’d most certainly heard what had taken place between Eric and Sookie both during his telephone – annoying things, those – conversation and thereafter. Sookie would likely have been mortified if she’d known…the child had yet to understand just how powerful vampire senses could be. She would learn in time, though.
Vampires never had the luxury of not knowing. Whether for better or worse, from the time of their first rising there would always be few secrets of a physical nature between vampires in close proximity one to the other even when they didn’t share a familial bond; that bond simply ensured that were far fewer secrets.
It was necessary for survival and he had routinely thanked whatever gods there might be for it’s existence especially during Eric’s baby and toddler years, but the night a vampire was made was the night any hope of privacy died.
Unless the progeny suddenly became Makerless; it happened. Regardless, with age came knowledge of how to limit most perceptible physical responses, and with age also came knowledge of how to limit what passed from one familial vampire to the other.
Just now the spikes of confusion, frustration, and curiosity bombarding him from his progeny were, however, incredibly entertaining.
He sensed when Eric finally reclaimed a few of his more important mental processes although he couldn’t hold a bit of night-dreaming against the boy.
So…there ya go. I still exist, this story is still under construction, allergies suck, and I know of at least one litter box that needs de-clumping. Oh, the joy.
Have a great weekend,