As author, Deborah Court promised us on Facebook…she sent us another part of her story, Piece of Glass to post TONIGHT! If this doesn’t give you Swede dreams…I don’t know what will?!
She wanted us to pass along a message too! This is what she said;
Reading your comments is almost as good as a Viking-induced orgasm for me! Well, almost. LOL Thank you, thank you, thank you! If this isn’t a motivation to write, I don’t know what is!
When reading this update, you might want to see some visuals of what she had in mind when it comes to their clothing! She told us that she replaced the silver broaches with gold, since Eric (obviously) wouldn’t react well to silver.
If you love her Eric and Sookie story, you are bound (no pun intended) to love her novel, “Bound To The Prince” too! You can buy it through Amazon.com!
Missed a part? You can catch up on Piece of Glass here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 and Part 5
Now on with the story…
Piece of Glass
Part Six
By Deborah Court
Hours later, Sookie had finished her daily chores as a Viking’s housekeeper and waited for Eric, sitting on the doorstep of the long house. It had already grown dark. He had ridden off to the village this afternoon, telling her he’d be back by nightfall. She had actually managed to cook a decent meal for the men when they had returned from their daily work, and brought it out to them, with beer and mead to drink.
They had thanked her respectfully, nodding to her when they had retreated into their own quarters. She was quite sure that Eric had forbidden them to bother her in any way; they didn’t even look at her for more than a short moment. Sookie wondered if he‘d always threaten anyone who dared to come near her, but she would deal with their relationship problems later. Now she had to save his life, and her own, if she didn’t want to die along with him in that lonely crypt in Shreveport.
Finally she saw him galloping across the fields on Sleipnir. She stood up to watch him draw nearer. It was a breathtaking sight; he looked much more natural riding a horse than driving one of his fancy cars back home. Spotting her on his doorstep, he rode right to her and jumped down to pull her into his strong embrace. For a moment, they kissed, lost in each other. Then he drew back and opened his saddle back. Smiling, he handed her a leather-wrapped package. “I thought you’d like to wear something else,” he simply said. “You aren’t my thrall anymore; you’ve never been. You are mine, Sookie.”
When Sookie removed the leather, she revealed a beautiful royal blue gown, made of warm but incredibly soft wool. There was a fine white shift, a blue pinafore and a long-sleeved overcoat, all held together by three round golden brooches. The two smaller ones were engraved with the symbol of a snake – the Midgard Snake, Eric’s family crest, as he pointed out -, but the largest brooch was encrusted with five gemstones; a deep green emerald that was surrounded by four purple amethysts.
“Eric,” she breathed, unable to find the right words. He had given her a gown that was probably fit for a queen, and by making her wear his honored family crest he showed her that she belonged to him now. She wondered if he ever had given another woman such a gift. Moisture glittered in her eyes when she carefully lay down the dress on a bench and cupped his face with her hands, looking into his eyes.
“Listen to me. I love you. You’re the only one I’ll ever want. I lied to you to make you leave me, to keep you from harm – even if it meant that I couldn’t be with you. You had offered to die for me too many times. Some other vampire would find and drain me eventually, but I didn’t want you to sacrifice yourself for me. I just couldn’t bear if you were gone from this world forever, Eric.” A tear rolled down her cheek, and he followed it with his stormy blue eyes. He said nothing.
“You have to believe me,” she begged him. “I’m real. It’s me, Eric. Sookie.”
A spark of doubt flickered in his eyes, but then he gave her a slightly amused smile. “It’s fascinating how my mind could create such a flawless image of you. You even speak the words that I longed to hear from the real Sookie.”
“Damn you, Eric Northman!” she cried. Grabbing his shoulders, she shook him, furiously trying to wake him up from his stubborn belief that she was just a figment of his imagination. “I know that I hurt you, and I’ll pay the price for it, if that’s what you want – making me suffer for what I did to you. However, I want you to live. You’ll return home with me, now. You are not really here.”
“But I am,” he said, drawing her closer to his body. “Can’t you feel it?”
This time, she slapped him. “You are not going to die on me, you crazy vampire, even if preventing it is the last thing I ever do. So if you don’t want to live for yourself, what about that – if you don’t wake up, I’ll die with you in this horrible tomb. I am there with you, right now, and I’ve locked the doors from the inside. I don’t know how much air is left for me to breathe. Time may pass more slowly here in your dream, but eventually I’ll run out of oxygen.”
He just stared at her, piercing her with his intense eyes. “Even if I was back in the tomb in time, I couldn’t open the door without getting you killed,” Sookie continued. “Pam must have returned by now, ready to stake you, and the Authority is after you. Will you let me die, too, just because you’re too stubborn to see that I’m telling the truth? Well, so be it. I’ll die with you.” She knew that she was shamelessly manipulating him, hoping to appeal to his protective side; but it might be the only way to convince him.
Eric narrowed his eyes and hissed at her with bared fangs. For an instant, she believed to have seen something in his eyes again, a proof that he considered believing her, at least.
“Now you listen to me, Sookie. I had enough of this. The one and only reason I created you was for my pleasure, to give me an illusion of happiness until I’m granted entry to Odin’s eternal feast. Would you like to know what I heard in the village today? The Danes have been seen in the south. Soon, they might come here to attack our coast. Falling in battle will be my only chance of dying an honorable death, to redeem myself. My ancestors are awaiting me to take my place among them, in the Halls of Valhalla. I won’t spend my last days arguing with you.”
“You mad, unreasonable …” Sookie began to shout, but the breath was driven out of her lungs when Eric grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. “You’ll do as I say,” he growled. Without further ado he carried her in the direction of one of the smaller houses, a wooden cabin at the edge of the forest. Sookie screamed and pummeled his back with her fists, but he didn’t seem to notice. “Egill! Bjartr!” he bellowed, and two of his servants came running to him, expecting his orders. “Bring me hot water. I’m going to take a bath.”
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To be continued…
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Well, I’ll be the first to say it…and we’re pretty sure everyone else is thinking it too! Haha!
Damn you, damn you, damn you for leaving us with that nasty cliffhanger! LOL Hurry up and write, so you don’t leave us in suspense for too long! Thanks Deborah for the pictures of the costumes and for writing this great fic! We love it and can’t wait for more!
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