Over the Moon: Chapter 11
Eric was still very weak, but once he’d had my blood he managed to stand and walk upstairs with me. He led me to a hall closet. Once inside, he pushed aside some hanging clothes and turned on the light to show me a small keypad beside another door. He punched in 1001 (and joked that it may have been the year he was born) and we found our way into a huge and beautiful bedroom.
We were both filthy. I was covered with some sort of residual soot that had once been Hot Rain and Eric still had dried blood all over him. I offered to clean Eric up, but he said he needed to rest, and so we lay on top of the burgundy comforter and I just hoped that it would come clean later because it was just too pretty to ruin. Eric lay on his back and pulled me to him, kissing the top of my head. “Thank you, Sookie. I don’t know how you found me, and I should be angry that you took such a risk, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t grateful.” He closed his eyes and I felt his body relax. “Could you please bring me the phone, lover?”
I slid off the bed and found a cordless phone on his nightstand. I watched him punch in a number and then lay back with his eyes closed again. “Ginger, it’s Eric Northman…yes, yes, fine, thank you. Yes, she’s still here actually. If you wouldn’t mind, Sookie has agreed to meet some workmen here in the morning for me. You may have the day off. Actually, take a few days, with pay of course. No, I’ll call you. Thank you, Ginger. Good night.” I took the phone from him and hung it back up. When I turned to face Eric again, he was completely still. I climbed back up on the bed and snuggled into his body. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep.
When I woke, Eric was still…asleep? Resting? I had no idea what you’d call it, but his eyes were closed. I had never seen him in such a state and it was kind of scary to see him seem so dead, but I suppose that technically, that’s what he was. I tentatively whispered into his ear, “Eric, are you okay?”
I got a “Mmmm,” that satisfied me, and so I got out of bed and made my way into the bathroom. I crossed my fingers and hoped the toilet flushed normally since I knew he never needed it and breathed a sigh of relief when it did. I noted that it was just after eleven as I passed back through the bedroom and made my way downstairs. Ginger kept the fridge stocked for herself fortunately, because I was starving. I fixed myself a sandwich and had a nosey wander through the downstairs rooms as I ate. Then I locked up the house and turned off the lights as I made my way back to Eric.
I took a quick shower and helped myself to a t-shirt from Eric’s dresser before I turned out the light and climbed under the covers beside Eric. I wanted to cuddle with him on top of the comforter, but knew I’d get cold during the night. Of course, he was always cool to the touch. I wrapped his arm around me and hoped he didn’t mind my wet head lying on his chest. Then I let my tears of relief flow and got my big vampire pillow even wetter as I cried myself to sleep.
I slept until almost 7:30, which was unusual for me. Of course, I’d had an unusual night and maybe needed a little more beauty rest than I normally do. Eric hadn’t moved all night and I turned on the light and watched his face for a minute before rising. I found a pair of sweatpants and some too-large flip-flops and put them on before going down to make some coffee. I called the office and left a message for Sam that I was taking a personal day off to take care of some chores, which wasn’t a lie. I found a drawer with new toothbrushes in an upstairs bathroom and was grateful to be able to brush my teeth, but there wasn’t much to be done about my hair that had dried while I slept. Oh well.
My first task was assessing the damage to the house. I tried cleaning the hardwood floor where Hot Rain had disintegrated, but there was still a dark stain. I’d have to come back to that. I took the silver chains down to the torture room and hung them on the pegboard. I wasn’t sure what to do about the chair. Did it belong in here? I really had no idea how a torture room should be furnished, and so I just pushed the chair against the wall. I picked up Eric’s bloody and torn shirt off the floor and threw it into the trash can behind the house.
It took awhile, but I managed to find some wood glue and repair the candleholder by the bookshelves. It was a clean break and once I washed my blood off and Hot Rain’s soot, it looked just fine back in place. Okay, maybe it was a touch darker than the other one, but it was fine. I opened a can of soup for lunch and watched some soap operas in the den. It had been years since I’d been home on a weekday, and I didn’t know most of the characters, but the plots were basically the same. Such drama, I thought—but it couldn’t even compare to my life.
I washed my dishes and snooped some more in the house. And it was a doozy. Then I went outside and down to the lake for awhile, just admiring the grounds. On my way back, I stopped at the garage, which was bigger than my house, by the way, and went inside to see the cars. There was a Mercedes with Texas plates parked behind the garage and I wondered whose it was—maybe Hot Rain’s? Once I went inside, I had to admit that the Aston Martin was pretty gorgeous and maybe worth the price if you happened to have a pile of money. I discovered a large store room off of the garage that had boxes, lamps, a few pieces of furniture, and some rolled up rugs. Some of the rugs were too heavy to move, but I found one that I thought might work in the foyer where Not Hot Rain was. Sure enough, once I had it rolled out, it looked pretty good there. I found a vacuum cleaner and got the dust off and stepped back, rather proud of my little solution to the problem.
Satisfied that the house was back in order, I went upstairs, returned my flip-flops to the closet and climbed up on the bed to snuggle with my vampire, waiting for the sun to set. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, I was feeling Eric’s feelings as he woke up. He was confused, then relieved and finally, horny. He pushed my hand down to his evening wood and I began to explore a part of him that I had missed quite a bit, but within a few seconds, he removed my hand and I felt his confusion again. I looked up into his eyes. He looked so serious.
“You must be starving, Eric.” I pulled my hair back and lifted my head, placing my neck directly over his mouth. He bit down and I gasped at the pain, but then relaxed as he took a few pulls and then closed the wound.
“How are you feeling?”
“Stronger now. I called Ginger last night, didn’t I?”
“I don’t remember much.”
“Well, she didn’t come today, and I think I’ve got the house looking okay again.” I watched his smirk emerge.
“You never fail to surprise me, Sookie.”
“You’ve got a beautiful house.”
“Would you like to live in it?”
“The last time we had a conversation, I wasn’t allowed to know the address.”
“Well, I’ve changed my mind about that. Let’s think about it while we’re in the shower.” Okey dokey, then.