Glory Hole Orlando, Fl.

NINE


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Raistan glanced up and saw that the light goes away more and more, along with hope.

Eric was beneath him, helpless, Pam was no longer visible and there was no trace of the steps that had led them into the realm of those nightmarish creatures. Beautiful fucking mission.
Countless hands had clung to his legs, his, hand, hedged about with tenacity on the arm of Sookie, who was now writhing in panic caused asphyxiation. Their eyes met for a moment, then a tremendous white flash exploded in the space that separated them, eliminating the conscience of the killer, but his anger and his fear.


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- Hey. Van Hoeck, are you there?

Raistan opened his eyes and sat up abruptly, looking for the sword at his side, driven by pure instinct.

- Calma. We're out. Look - Eric said, sitting in the grass beside him, with Sookie in her arms. The girl was awake and alert for the first time and looked at him as if it should prove very aware of what he saw. More than anything, though, watching the Vikings and did not seem to want more detached from his embrace.
- How the hell ... - stammered the Netherlands while just beyond the senses and even Pam took over as first check the conditions of its soft chenille jumpsuit, stifling a curse when she noticed a tear in the sleeve.
- It 's been her. It 'been able to find the strength to use his powers and has saved us all - said Eric, looking at something that might look like in awe. They were sitting in the grass in front of the chapel, soaking wet, injured and his clothes in tatters, but alive. Undoubtedly alive, as you could say a vampire. As Sookie
Raistan kept looking, he felt obliged to ask you at least word. The first that came to mind, however, would have yielded the instantaneous impalement by Eric, then swallowed a couple of times, smiled through clenched teeth and muttered a neutral "Hey" and then rushed him away look, before his tongue went away to the office. He stood up abruptly and looked around.

- Do you plan to do a picnic or we can raise the buttocks from this shitty place? - He said, looking around.
He just wanted to go back to the hotel, take a shower and put on something dry, until they have wrapped like a mummy. The burning was intense bites as before, the only thing that confirmed that this past experience was not all a bizarre dream.
- Yes, let's go. Mission accomplished, you have seen Dutch? And you were a pessimist ... - Eric replied, without looking away from Sookie.

Raistan muttered something between his teeth, while Pam rolled her eyes and snorted, annoyed. One of his best suits, quell'insignificante ruined man. Its creator would not have left it for days, until it was put back in force, and she'd have to see them printed on the face irritating dazed expression. By vomiting, as he told Van Hoeck.

They walked toward the exit of the cemetery in silence, accompanied by the sounds of crickets and cicadas. They also seemed happy to be alive.



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- I want to go home - Sookie murmured ear Eric.

His voice was hoarse and slurred. When they had been spat out of the chapel, Sookie was rolled away from her arms to end all fours on the grass and had coughed for at least ten minutes in a row, spitting water mixed with blood and taking gasps. The air into his trachea was almost noise, as there was violently and Eric had been channeled to look at her property, having no idea how he could help her. He realized that there was nothing he could do for her, of course, could not groped a mouth to mouth resuscitation, he was not breathing either. She had to sit and wait for the verdict of fate that would decide whether to Sookie Stackhouse would live or dead.
had lived. He had it made.

- I'm taking it. He held

Sookie and she leaned against his chest, incredibly, he was good, without protest, just trying to shut in all the ways of black leather coat Raistan to cover his nakedness.

- Eric - called the Dutch from behind - I consider my job done?
He turned.
- Yes.
- So I'm leaving. I'll wait for the payment to my account. Do not be waiting too, hate those who pay late.
- You'll come back already Europe?
- of course. I've had enough of this place. I miss the good old Paris.
shrugged and smiled, putting his hands in his pockets.
- And then I always hated the marshes.
- then the next, Van Hoeck.
- I do not swear. Goodbye.
While turning on his heel, he added: - And goodnight to you, fairy. You might as well give it to him, this poor desperate.

Eric shut his jaw and fangs bared, but Raistan had already disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind only a tune whistled.
- You hired that vampire to find me? - Sookie asked.
- It was necessary - Eric said peering into the distance between the trees. Damn Dutch.

*

Raistan had already driven a couple of miles of travel in the direction of Shreveport, where he had his hotel, when suddenly she remembered something and reversed course. A few minutes later he was back in the cemetery of Bon Temps, the point at which they reappeared, looking for the two iron swords.
She did not know what he was doing. A feeling of emptiness suddenly attacked him.
felt that absolutely had to get an heirloom that's always testify to that experience, he had not really lived and dreamed. The scars would be gone soon, and if you had stayed you would have lost in the network of dozens of flavors of the battle that covered his body. The swords would have remained, however. In addition, two authentic iron swords from the legendary size of the fairies were worth a fortune. He could sell or give away to a Shibeen and keep one for yourself ... just in case the monsters they had decided to return to find it.
He started to roll up their sleeves, but only then realized that he was naked from the waist up. The leather coat was left on the human, Snoopy t-shirt ... who knows that had happened. Richard would have been disappointed. Stifled a curse and began to search for.

*

Eric arrived on the porch of Sookie. Going up the few wooden steps, stood at the door. She stared at him puzzled.

- What? - Churches.
- You have to invite them - he explained - did you forget about me withdrew the invitation?
Sookie hesitated for a moment, then uttered the fateful words
- You are invited to enter, Mr. Northman.
Eric let out a chuckle while pushing the door, holding Sookie with only his right arm.

- It is not necessary to be so formal, you have guessed? Just a simple "Sign In".
- Where's Bill? - She asked in reply.
- chained in my basement - Eric replied simply. - I'm considering whether or not deserve to die.
Sookie merely secure it with two eyes that seemed to have become huge.
- He tried to kill me - Eric said, feeling strangely uncomfortable. - And ... I have wronged.

Sookie frowned and shook his head, opening his mouth to say something, but he did not, because his eyes clashed with his reflection in the vanity mirror in the hallway leading to the stairs.
He saw his face, his swollen cheeks, nose and split lip, the big purple bruises that stretched around the right eye and above saw the portion of meat that was missing from his cheek. It then exploded in a scream that was almost startled Eric.



* Where the hell are they?

Raistan frantically rummaging through the bushes and the dead leaves in the mud formed by the water they had brought with them when they went out. The only result was obtained for ten minutes on that side had been defile the hands. Finally his fingers collided with something hard, smooth and cool.
hand on the hilt of his sword and lifted with a small growl of triumph. Just then he heard a rustle behind him, spun around and threw the sword with violence against the creature who was stationed to hold out the trap. A cry of women, furious, echoed in the air.

- What ... hell are you doing here again? - Asked Raistan interdict, as soon as he recognized the tall, lithe figure of the daughter of Eric.

Pam's upper lip curled in a fit of irritation, as he slipped off the blade of iron which had penetrated at least five fingers on his right breast swelling. If it had been a wooden peg and had reached a few inches to the left, would have risked seriously explode like a balloon full of red offal.

- Damn! Look what you made me the suit! - Growled, throwing the gun on the ground bleeding. He lowered his chin and examined the rift, noting that it was an irreparable loss.
Raistan looked puzzled and amused in spite of himself.
- What a disaster, I think your nice suit is thrown out.
- Of course it is! - She snapped.
- Honey, it's not my fault. Even if I had not hurt, look: there's more blood and mud on top of you that dust in my apartment.
Pam's eyes became fixed in his for a brief moment, then she looked away, sitting on a tombstone with air angrily.
- If so, I hope never to set foot - he muttered, looking down.
- So, inglesina? You have not answered my question: What are you doing here? I thought you were gone with your maker.
- Do not call inglesina, Dutch. I removed the back, as I always do when Eric has to do with Sookie - she said with a trace of bitterness in his voice. - And you, instead. What were you doing here, with this sword?

Raistan crouched at his side.
- should not be so jealous. Never a human will not affect the relationship with your creator - he said, tilting her head to one side.
- And do you know?
- Trust, I know. I loved human women too, but nothing ever separate me from Shibeen.

Pam was banned for a few moments, rubbing the wound on her breast in itching heal in the meantime, not at all sure that the killer had actually said Atropos "beloved."
Raistan looked at and decided it was beautiful, with that fair and those full lips and pouting. The adrenaline of battle had not yet gone quite the contrary. The blood of drinking plenty of fairy had given him a feeling of vertigo unusual and exciting, coming and going in waves. Seeing it sitting on the stone legs crossed and one hand thrust into zip top, pressed on the breast, snapped the spring. The next evening he would leave and he may not have seen her or heard of for centuries. Shibeen no one would ever know. Soon the moon would set, and that terrible night would end, but he would not let her finish it without first trying something nice on her skin wound, something that blows away the pain and rimettesse to place her head.

want it, here, now

The thought was just in time to cross the mind, which was already leaning forward, grabbed Pam's neck and he is firmly against his face, eagerly pressing his lips on hers.
She did not respond to the kiss. His mouth was cold and hard as stone. Raistan slipped your hand into the jacket of her and groped her breasts, feeling under the fingers, the moisture of the wound is still open, which was slow to heal because of the fairy bites that Pam, as moreover, he had collected during the fight.
Pam broke away from him and growling in a moment I landed, jumping on it with a flick of the tiger. Raistan ended up back on the ground in the grass and mud, with her hands tight around his throat. The moonlight silver formed a kind of halo around her hair uncombed Pam, I could not see clearly the facial expression, which was in shadow, but felt the growling and panting slightly - a reaction to pointless for breathing non-existent for a vampire, but dictated by human difficult to eradicate that legacy go on again at critical times, so it had said.

- Do not touch me - she hissed, lowering his face to blow up in your ear - do not touch me with those dirty paws.

Raistan could scrollarsela off with a flash, rise up and press against the trunk of a weeping willow, and perhaps also hanged, all within a couple of seconds ... but the feeling of her body down on her was fantastic. He felt a strong enthusiasm gonfiarglisi in his pants and he could bet that even she felt, as he was placed astride on her lower parts.
He put both hands under the jacket of the suit Pam, ran her fingers on her spine and came up on the hook of her bra unfastened.

- Do not touch me! - She repeated, in a growl hysterical, and increased the narrow neck of Raistan. But he felt the press and move her pelvis on her. He turned with a jerk and reversed positions, blocking Pam on the ground under the weight of his body between her legs, lowered his zip the top revealing the breasts and pressed her hand on her nipple.
She arched her back under him and let out a groan very little saddened.
- Touch me - he said in a hoarse whisper. - Touch me!
Congratulations consistency , Raistan thought absently, while clutching her left breast.
- I'm touching, Pamela.
- More - She said, and stuck the pointed nails in the back, clinging to her hair.
Raistan growled softly, but the growl is translated into an amused chuckle. She slipped a hand between them, bringing it down.
- How about giving the marching orders in this suit, Pammie?
So saying, he grabbed the edge of her pants and pulled it out of the net.


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Eric Serra close around Sookie, detaching it from the mirror. She was screaming, crying and struggling, babbling incoherent phrases between a sob and another. He swallowed and cursed bitterly for having driven in a similar situation. It was not done to calm the screaming, him, but to provoke.

Maybe I should take her to hospital and download it there. Maybe it does not need my blood, but a good psychiatrist. Damn.

take the ramp of wooden steps that presumably led to the first floor, crushing Sookie's head against his shoulder. She did not stop sobbing and snapped his collarbone weakly, moaning.

No. how to explain to doctors these bites? Blame me. I could glamourizzarli. Sure. I'll be damned, I did not pay one hundred thousand U.S. dollars in Van Hoeck and then walk away in the ER.

As he climbed the stairs, tried to ask where Sookie was his room, but got nothing but a cry even more desperate and scared. Seeing in the flesh the marks of torture had made her fall into a deep state of shock.
How long had been a prisoner at the fairies? Eric made a quick mental calculation and she felt cold. It had been almost a month since his disappearance. A Month in the midst of those creatures mangiacarne. It was a miracle she was still alive and had not yet reduced to a catatonic state. He felt a whole new respect for her. She had survived, by itself, without having any idea that he, all the time, had worked to find her.
Suddenly flashed to mind the words of Claudine

was the vampire Bill to attract

and in a flash everything was clear to him.

The new awareness made him angry for a moment to consider the idea of Sookie deposit on the stairs, rush of flying to Shreveport, in the basement and run the bastard stakes, indeed, the first sodomized with a silver pin, then let him try the torture suffered by Sookie one by one and then stakes.

Bill drew the water fairies.
He told them he and Sookie, and maybe even like having sex and how she let him drink from him. Then he would wait for me to go for help - because knew that I would have done, he knew, the son of a bitch - and would have enjoyed my death. And then it occurred, would save her and she would receive them again, showing heroism and boundless love. She was elected to his only hero. Again. Beautiful piano, Billy. Really commendable. I bow to your mastery .

The fact that such a suspicion he had never touched him upset, ripping out a gurgling furiously. Bill had dramatically underestimated, his shrewdness, his tenacity in defending what they believed belonged to him and his obsession.

you'll get what you deserve, Bill Compton. But not now.

Now we must think of her, only her.



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