Future Starts Slow (song by The Kills)

Just playing with some of the scenes from the Season 4 trailers. Song found from the trailers as well. May be a one shot, or only a few chapters, or random ficlets, who knows? MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4!

Disclaimer: All characters and ideas are owned by Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball. I am just forced to play with them while I wait for the new season.

Chapter 4: "You Can Swing, You Can Flail"

Another night in the basement of Fangtasia, or should I say, the pleasure dungeon?

Kind of worried about some of your reactions to the first half of this, but I'm going for it anyway, because I just couldn't take it out! It's very,… porn-ish? I don't know,… something naughty! Look at the Interview Magazine link I put on my profile, it will show you how Eric looks in the beginning. Yum!

Listen to "Immigrant Song" covered by Trent Reznor and Karen O, it's too sexy not to for this chapter.

SPOV

I lay, tied to the bed by my wrists and ankles. I am naked and slathered in sweat and what feels like massage oils. My legs are spread wide, and my knees are lifted. I squirm my hips as cool air hits my opening, making me shiver with want. I hear a door slam, and heavy boots come towards me.

He is standing there, dripping wet in all black clothes. It looked as if he just got in from a rain storm. His jacket is long, and he wears a single, black leather glove on his right hand. He moves it up to his hair, and smoothes back the sopping wet locks from his face.

"Have you been a good girl?"

I whimper and nod my head frantically. I fucking ached for him. I hadn't been awake long, and I was angry at first, but the longer I laid there, spread open,…the wetter I became for him. Unfortunately, though, I had to pee really, really badly. The fun and games could continue, after I relieved myself. Right?

Before I could ask him, he was leaning over me, tying a black scarf over my mouth. I moaned and shook my head, trying to make him stop, but he just smirked.

"We have not finished your lessons, lover. That sorry excuse for a boyfriend, Compton, couldn't show you the pleasure you deserved,… now I must make up for it."

I sighed, defeated and gagged, and just watched him, waiting. He rolled his head to the side, closing his eyes and cracking his neck, before he stared down at me again. He looked so dangerous, I thought I was going to cry and cum at the same time.

He set his jaw in a hard line, looking me over. His brow quirked up, and a tiny smile lifted from the corner of his lips.

"Do you enjoy waking up like this, lover?"

I hesitated, then nodded my head. He chuckled darkly, then said, "I couldn't simply let you free to leave me during my slumber,… I thought you wouldn't mind." He winked and leaned over me, gliding the leathered hand over my soaking body. He slid it to my folds and spread them, fingering me gently, as his gloveless hand caressed my bloated tummy. I flinched and whimpered, feeling my bladder about my burst.

He rubbed his hand over it, saying sympathetically, "That must not be very comfortable, my pet."

I shook my head no, desperate for him to untie me so I could relieve myself. He shook his head, pitying me, "Well, I can't very well untie you,… let me see what we can do."

What? Was he serious? Oh, hell!

I whimpered and squirmed, clenching my muscles tightly to hold it in. He brought the hand from my belly to my clit, and rubbed it gently, while a long, leathered finger entered me. I cried out, muffled by the gag, and felt tears come to my eyes. The pressure was killing me!

He slid another finger into me easily, then another,… He was four fingers deep, pumping me and curling, his other hand rubbing my clit hard and fast. I clenched tightly and froze, screaming out as I released, and not only did I cum, but liquid poured from me as I pulled hard on my restraints.

"Unngg, yess," he hissed, using his soaking hands to rub the liquid over my thighs and mound. I jerked against the restraints, feeling mortified.

"I know you have more, lover,… I want it all. NOW," he demanded. Fucking fuck!

I cried out and shook my head no, begging for him not to do it again. I was embarrassed and couldn't control it, I was so full, but what he just did felt so fucking good!

"Don't be ashamed lover,… I want your body to react naturally to the sensations I bring it,… I want you fucking soaking wet,…" he growled. I shook, my pussy clenching and releasing, begging for his fingers.

He slid them in slowly, again, but this time, he pushed further, stretching me more. I gasped and froze as I felt him put his entire fist inside of me. My thighs shook, and I shut my eyes tightly, as tiny tears escaped them from the slight pain. It hurt so good, I thought.

He pushed further in with his hand, then pulled back slightly. He went back to rubbing my clit in tight, wet circles as his fist pumped me. It was so overwhelming, I couldn't even make a sound. I bit down on the scarf between my teeth and breathed heavily through my nose. I picked my head up and watched him. I felt my release coming again and as he pushed his fist upward inside of me, my muscles spasmed and my bladder exploded again, dripping down his leathered arm.

I was shaking and whimpering as he pulled away from me. He bent down beside the bed, leaning over and picked something up. My eyes darted to his hand, and in it was a black, plastic baseball bat.

What is he going to do with that!

My eyes went wide as he began to lather it in what looked like some kind of lubricant. I whimpered and tried to push away from him, but he shot me a look and growled, "Stay."

I closed my eyes, and nodded, trying to relax my body into the bed. I was worried,… but so turned on at the same time. He brought the bat to my clit, gently tapping it. I jerked and tried to move my hips, both away from it, and towards it. My body was in conflict with itself.

He smirked and laid the bat down, taking his jacket off. He rolled the sleeves up on his shirt, and grabbed the bat again, kneeling next to me. He ran his hand along the bat, turning it every so often, assessing it. I whimpered to get his attention. He looked straight into my eyes and asked, "Yes, lover?"

I whimpered again, unable to speak any words. He quirked his brow, "What was that, Sookie?"

I growled and spread my legs as wide as I could. My mind was screaming, 'stop,' but my body demanded, 'more!' He brought the bat to my thighs, sliding along them. The tip brushed my folds up to my clit, and he pressed slightly. I shuddered, as he brought the tip back to my folds, and pressed.

I gasped and looked at him, fearful, and he said, "Trust me, lover,… I am going to stretch you so wide, but you will still beg for more."

He pressed it harder, and I felt it begin to penetrate. I froze my body, and gripped my restraints for support. I felt him slowly push it in further, stretching me. It stung, but he pressed his thumb to my clit then, and began to melt the pain with pleasure. He kept pushing, until it was as far as it could go. He pulled it back slightly, then pushed in again. He continued the motion, while slowly pressing my clit in hard circles, until he was pulling nearly completely out and thrusting it back in with ease. My pussy swallowed it continuously, deliciously, as the suction of it drove me insane with pleasure. I cried out, holding my body frozen, still, and just absorbing the sensation. Slowly, I felt my body falling off the glorious edge,… the sparks in my blood were igniting one by one, the flashes behind my eyes were bursting, and my ears were only hearing the thumping of my heart. He increased the speed and then finally, every muscle in my body exploded into spasming bliss. I moaned out the release, feeling my eyes roll back. I was frozen still, as he moved my body back and forth with the force of his bat. He pulled it out slowly, and swirled it around my clit, causing me to flinch as my orgasm slowed. I lay there, panting, trying to regain the ability to move on my own. I looked up to him, and he tossed the bat to the side.

He pulled away, grinning evilly, as I shivered. He plucked the leather glove off, and slapped my thighs with it. I shrieked, as he willed the pain away with a gentle caress. He whipped me again with it, harder, across my stomach. I kicked my leg a bit, but the restraint held it. He leaned over me and kissed my reddening thighs and stomach, caressing the pain away. He crawled up towards me and untied the scarf from my mouth. As soon as he did, I begged, "Fuck me, Eric! Please! Please, baby, I want you!"

"I told you, you would want more, my greedy girl."

He smirked and took the scarf, then circled it around my breast, tightening around it. He wrapped it around again and held it firm, till I swore my nipple was going to explode. It was turning all shades of red and purple, and the pain was excruciatingly wonderful. He leaned down and kissed the hardened tip, then licked it and sucked. He bit into it quickly, and blood poured out. I whimpered as he licked it up.

"Eric," I moaned, breathlessly. He groaned back, still sucking my wounded breast as he squeezed it tightly with the scarf. I whimpered and pulled on my restraints, wishing they would break free so I could grasp his wet hair. He was so cold against my wet skin. I shivered and sighed, relishing in the painful pleasure he was torturing me with.

"Sookie,… lover?"

I moaned, "Yes,… Eric,… let me touch you,…mmmm"

"Lover, wake up."

My eyes shot open and I was lying next to Eric in the bed. I was sweating, and grasping my tit so hard, it hurt. He was staring at me, amused.

"What were you dreaming of, kitten?"

"N-nothing," I stammered out, embarrassed and confused. That dream felt so real!

"Really? You are shivering, sweating, moaning,…and you have a death grip on your breast." He pointed these things out, smiling wide. Smug jerk.

I released my breast, finally, and watched as the color flooded back into the flesh evenly. Eric reached out and caressed it gently, rubbing his thumb over the hard, sensitive nipple. I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead and took a deep breath in.

"Lover, you have goose-bumps,…" he said softly, rubbing over the skin on my arms and belly. His hand moved up to rest on my chest, and he chuckled, "You worked yourself to a frenzy, my sweet girl,… this heart is about to pound out of your chest."

"Your fault," I said, trying to get a hold of my breathing.

"And why is that? Because I wouldn't let you touch me?" he said, waggling his brows, teasing me! Jerk, jerk, jerk!

I smacked him and said, "No! Because you turned me into a sex addict!"

He gasped, acting offended, "I did no such thing!"

"Yes, you did! I just dreamt that you tied me up and,… did,… dirty things to me!" I felt my face flush at the remembrance.

"Did you enjoy it, lover?" He had that face on like he already knew that I fucking loved every second of it.

"No,…"

"Liar."

"Ugh,… yes! It was really,… hot."

"Oh, yeah? Did I make you cum, min sköka?" God, that language on his tongue was so sexy.

I gasped out, "Yes."

"Mmm, how?"

My breathing grew heavy again, as I refused to answer him. He quirked a brow at me, and placed a wet, but gentle kiss on my breast.

"Tell me, lover,… how did I pleasure you?" His voice was so soft and sweet, but so dirty at the same time.

I shook my head, defiantly, "I ain't tellin'."

"Tell me or I will punish you," he growled. I froze with a short intake of breath. He looked at me and smirked, continuing, "Did I punish you, in the dream, lover?"

I gulped, and shook my head no. Technically he didn't,… he just tied me up like the bad girl I was.

"Hmm,… does that mean you were a good girl?"

I shuddered and whimpered, nodding my head 'yes.'

He bit his lip, smirking. He was tricking me into telling him, somehow!

"What's the matter, love? Can't. Speak?" He emphasized the words. Oh, he was good.

I shook my head no, and he nodded, understanding. "I see,… do I need to whip it out of you?" He spit the whore 'whip' out, making me clench my pussy. Oh, god, he was sooo good!

He didn't need me to answer, as he could tell what the words were doing to me. I was dripping wet and shivering again.

"Huh, so you were bound and gagged and at some point I whipped you. What else?" He asked, smug and amused.

I bit my lip and shut my knees closed, quickly, hoping he wouldn't see how wet this was making me.

"Uh-uh,… open," he said, pulling my knees apart. I trembled and watched as he assessed my wet folds.

"So wet, lover,…" I blushed, thinking about exactly how wet I was in my dream, and why. He caught on.

"Are you ashamed, lover? Embarrassed to be so wet?" He challenged me, but I remained silent, biting my lip. He continued, "You know,… I could get you wetter,… soaking, even."

"Oh, god," I trembled out of my shaking lips. It really wasn't helping how much I did, in fact, need to pee, either. It was like déjà vu, for fucks sake!

"What's wrong, my darling girl?" He chuckled, and gave me a cute pout, "I'm sorry for teasing you, love," he bent to kiss my lips softly, and his hand went to my belly, pressing down slightly. I squeaked out, and he kept it laid there, firmly.

"Shhhh, it's alright,… I won't hurt you," he said softly.

"It's not that, Eric,… I need to use the bathroom before I soak your bed," I seethed out between my teeth. I was embarrassed but damn it, I had to go!

"Oh," he said, hand still firmly placed over my aching bladder, "I don't mind." He curled his hand into a fist and I gasped.

"Oh no, not again, you don't! Get up! Up, up!" I yelled, freaking out. Once was enough, even if it was in a dream, and even if it was extremely erotic! I was not squirting on him and his bed. No fucking way!

He rolled away from me, laughing hysterically, clutching his stomach. I shot up off the bed and started to bolt, then realized, I didn't know where to go!

He kept laughing and just pointed me in the direction, and I ran towards it. I did my business in record speed then washed my hands.

I came back to the bed, and he was wiping blood tears from his eyes, his chuckles barely calming. I pouted and crossed my arms over my chest, upset that he was laughing at me.

"Oh, lover,… Sookie,… you are one of a kind,…"

"It's not funny!"

He said between laughs, "No,… no, it isn't, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have teased you. Should I add fisting and squirting to the list of dirty things I did to you?"

"Shut-up!"

"Oh, sweet Sookie,… you are one naughty little minx."

I growled, angrily, and smacked his shoulder. He stood up quickly, picking me up so my face was a bit higher than his. His arm was under my bare ass, holding me, as the other wrapped around my back. He kissed me gently, and said, "I'm done teasing you, lover. And do not be ashamed for thinking up such fantasies,… I for one, can't wait to act them out for you."

I frowned and huffed, "I am not peeing on you, Eric. That's just gross."

"I can wear a cute, yellow rain coat?" He said, teasing me further.

I grumbled under my breath, "Or a black trench coat and a black leather glove…"

"Oh! I have those!" He smiled brightly, looking excited.

"Eric! Enough!" I stuck my tongue out at him, and he nipped it quickly between his lips, playfully. I couldn't suppress the giggle it caused, and he smiled at me, another beautiful 'my Eric' smile. His devilish smirks were sexy, don't get me wrong,… but these true ones were my favorite. He didn't smile like this enough,… but I hoped I was always the cause of them.

I smiled back at him as he caressed my back with his hand, and he sighed, "I love your smile, Sookie,… you do not do it enough."

I blushed at his words, and bit my lip. I decided to tell him, "I was just thinking the same about you."

"Pam says my smile is dorky," he pouted, mocking offense.

"No, Eric,… she says your 'adorkable,' and now I truly understand why. Your like the cutest, dorkiest, most adorable thing when you are happy. It makes everyone around you happy,… it makes me happy."

"Ah, yes, she has used that strange word,… it is a good word? Not an insult?"

"Not an insult," I said, giggling and shaking my head.

He nuzzled his face into my cleavage and sighed, "Good! No one insults me and gets away with it!"

"Oh yeah? I think I've insulted you plenty of times,…"

"Yes, well,… you are different,… I could never truly punish you,… I could tie you up, bind and fuck you, but,… we both know now that you'd love it."

"Oh, hush!" I said, smacking his shoulder. He chuckled and kissed my chest, then my neck, chin and finally my lips. I sighed into it, feeling safe in his grasp. I don't know why I waited so long for this!

He pulled away and whispered, "What are you thinking, my sweet girl?"

"I was trying to figure out why I wasted so much time without you," I said softly, blushing.

"Mmm," he nuzzled my nose, "Aside from practically drowning in Compton's blood,… you probably were too afraid to admit to yourself how much you really wanted me,… I am, after all, a big, scary, bad Viking vampire! Argg!" He growled, playfully, nipping my cheek, and pinching my butt. I squirmed in his arms and shrieked in giggles.

"Oh, no! Stop, please, you big, scary Viking!" I yelped, teasing him.

He growled more, "I am going to pillage your village, little girl!"

"Oh my god, you did not just say that!" I burst into a fit of laughter, clutching onto his shoulders as he swung me around, growling.

"You dare laugh at a ferocious warrior, such as I? I was to be King of the Vikings! I could have your cute, little ass bound and caged for this!"

"Oh, please, I am so sorry, your Highness! I swear, I didn't mean anything by it! You are simply too adorable! I couldn't help it!"

"That's it!" He growled and sped us to a wall, and suddenly my arms were chain above my head, as he wrapped my legs around his waist. I yelped and pulled on the chains, growing worried. I hope he continues to hold me up! I don't think I can reach the floor!

"Eric,… baby,… what are you doin'?" I asked in a shaky breath.

He replied, plainly, "I am punishing my little slave that I have captured from the village. What does it look like?"

"Eric, seriously, do not let go of me,… my arms will dislocate!"

"Shhh, I won't let go, min alskling. You are always safe with me," he whispered, kissing my lips softly.

I nodded my head as he moved his lips to my neck, sucking and licking the skin. I moaned as he gently bit it, not breaking the skin. His mouth moved down to my chest, and even lower to my nipple as his body slid down. He still had a hold of my legs, but he had slid them to wrap over his shoulders. He sucked and nibbled my breasts, causing my body to shake. His wet lips moved down to my belly, kissing it softly. His tongue darted into my belly button, tickling me. I squirmed and clenched my thighs around his neck, trying my best to hold on. He smirked and kissed lower, over my mound. He found my clit, and flicked it with his tongue. I gasped and jerked my legs, but his arms gripped them tightly, holding them still. He continued to lick and suck my clit, occasionally sliding his tongue between my folds and dipping into my center. I was biting my lip so hard, I tasted my own blood.

He brought one hand under me, and while his tongue worked my clit, his thumb stroked my soaking folds, and pressed into my center. It curled and hit my spot perfectly, causing my legs to tighten around him. He growled against me, pleasuring me with his mouth and thumb. I came suddenly, and cried out, my legs jerking. He stood, instantly, without leaving my body, and replaced his thumb with the tip of his cock. He pushed in and brought my legs close to my body, my knees resting against his shoulders and my shins against his chest. He pushed in slowly, as my pussy still clenched and released with my orgasm. I whimpered, "Eric,… oh, god-"

"Shhh, open your eyes lover,… look at me," he whispered. I didn't even realize I had shut my eyes, and they were glued so tightly shut, that when I opened them, I saw spots. My vision cleared and met his blue gaze. He nuzzled my cheek with his nose, then, and kissed my lips, licking and sucking the blood off them. He gently thrust in and out of me, somehow making love to me as I hung from the chains. This wasn't the frenzied fucking that I saw him experience with Yvetta,… this was incredibly loving and erotic at the same time.

I exhaled a shaky breath into his mouth and he inhaled it, savoring the air that was once in my lungs. His lips trembled a bit, and he pulled my body away from the wall, levitating me. He let my knees fall slightly, as my legs wrapped around his body. He held them to him, then gripped my hips gently, and moved them on him. I watched as his hips met mine, slowly, over and over. My tummy was fluttering with my ragged breaths, and my breasts bounced with each thrust. He watched my body as well, and brought one hand up over my stomach, then reached to cup one breast gently. His hand came around over my side and down my hip, over it towards my center. His thumb met my clit, and drew gentle circles over and around it, furthering the sensations I was feeling.

"Eric,… more,… please," I begged softly.

He growled deep in his chest, as his thrusts pushed deeper and firmer. His thumb pressed harder and faster, and I felt my release building.

I needed to touch him,… needed to feel my body wrapped around his,… I needed to kiss him.

"Unchain me,… I need to touch you, Eric,… please,… I want to hold you,… I want to taste you," I begged again, my voice trembling with need.

His eyes searched mine, as he thought. He nodded slowly, then, and in a second, he was hugging my body to his and unchaining my arms from the wall. They fell onto his shoulders and I held him to me, kissing his neck and face as he pushed up into me, and pulled my hips down with each thrust. I cried out, and his lips met mine, our tongues meeting at a frenzied pace.

"Min älskling, du är min värld, jag älskar dig," he whispered, shakily, as I pulled up for air. Our lips were still touching, and I brought my hand to caress his face.

"I love you, Eric,…"

His lips trembled as he exhaled a shaky breath, and he shut his eyes tightly, before opening them again to stare into mine. He thrust once more, and suddenly stopped, as he swelled inside of me and my muscles spasmed around him. I whimpered, as my release milked him of his, shooting into me, causing another ripple of pleasure through my body. I felt tears smart my eyes as the feelings inside me were overwhelming. He kissed me gently, our eyes never leaving the others. I held his face in my palm, and he nuzzled into it. Our bodies were shaking slightly, and he pressed me into the wall to help hold me up. He put his forehead on mine, and closed his eyes.

It didn't escape me that I had blurted out my love for him, and he never responded,… We were in the throws of passion,… and maybe he thought I didn't mean it?

"Eric," I said, and he opened his eyes, "I. Love. You."

He smiled brightly, and said softly, "Min vackra flicka, jag älskar dig!" He whispered, closing his eyes, muttering, "Jag älskar dig, jag älskar dig, jag älskar dig!"

"Eric, I can't understand you!" I said gently, smiling.

"I am sorry, lover, when I get emotional I speak in my native tongue,… I love you, so, so much,… it pleases me greatly to hear you finally feel the same for me."

"It pleases me that I make you so emotional that you forget to speak English!" I giggled and he smiled wider, laughing with me.

"I may have to teach you my language,… I am far too emotional around you," he said, before kissing me.

"Good emotions, I hope?"

"So, so good," he said, carrying me back to the bed. He laid me down gently and hugged me to his side. We laid together for a few minutes, when suddenly my stomach growled.

"Lover, I have forgotten to feed you! I am so sorry," he rubbed my stomach, gently, and asked, "What would satisfy that little tummy of yours? I will have Pam order something."

"Mmm, surprise me," I said, too happy to realize I made a big mistake on that request.

"Jesus, Eric, I can't eat all that!"

We had returned to his office, me in Fangtasia Brand apparel, Eric in jeans, a tee, and flip flops, and there was a table with an entire buffet spread out. I did tell him to surprise me, but this? Holy cow!

"Sure you can, Pam said it's 'all you can eat.' What is wrong?" He furrowed his brows, confused.

That was just too cute to argue with, "Nothing, it's just a lot. I can try, okay?"

"Yes. Besides, you have gotten skinny,… I can not have my lover famished!"

"Hey! I have not gotten skinny! And I sure don't wanna be as big as a house!" I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest. Did I really look too thin?

"Mmm, relax, my love. You are beautiful,… a little skinnier than you were, but,… I can deal, I guess," he said, rolling his eyes. He thought me too skinny, eh? Well, don't mind if I eat some of that pie for dessert!

"It's probably because I don't have Gran feeding me all those southern comfort foods,… damn I miss those breakfasts."

He chuckled and said, "Eat. I have some paperwork and phone calls to get done, but it should n't take long. I need you fully energized and fed!"

"Okay, okay!" I sat down and piled my plate high with delicious food and ate, happily. It was damn good, and I really was hungry! I hadn't eaten since before he kidnapped me!

About an hour and a half later, I was laying on the couch, stuffed, while Eric finished up his work. I didn't even make a dent in the buffet, as I predicted, but I sure ate more than a normal human should at one sitting. Blech!

Eric came over and kneeled beside the couch on the floor, rubbing my full tummy, "Lover,… you barely ate any of it."

"Eric, I am sorry to disappoint you, but "all you can eat" buffets are for more than one person, and they never eat all of it. It's nearly impossible. I am so stuffed, I can't even move!"

"Alright, fine," he leaned over and kissed my belly, "Was it good, at least? I have never seen such human food, before. What is this?" He asked, pointing to some ice cream.

"It was delicious, and that, my friend, is strawberry ice cream with whipped cream," I said, kissing his bottom lip.

He dipped his finger into it, and brought it to his nose, smelling it. "It smells very good, lover," he brought it to my lips and smeared it on them.

"Hey-" I yelled, but suddenly his mouth was on mine, licking and sucking the ice cream off.

I gasped, "You can't eat that! You'll get sick!"

"Mmm, no, I won't. It was just a taste,… and quite a taste it was,… you should eat that all the time, it is scrumptious!"

"If I did, I surely would gain a few pounds," I said, chuckling.

"Perfect! Eat more, I want your ass to jiggle more," he said, pinching my butt through the red, cotton Fangtasia mini-dress I was wearing. I slapped his arm and smiled.

"You are so strange, most men want their girlfriends to lose weight!"

"That's insanity, a woman should have curves and luscious breasts, such as yours. I want to make love to flesh, not bone."

"Good, then I don't have to worry about my figure so much!"

"Mmm, the only worries you should have over that body is how to cover the hickeys I will leave behind," he smirked and sucked my neck.

"Who-,…who said I wanted to,… hide those?" I asked, trying to catch my breath. God, that mouth did wonders on my body!

"Unngg,… lover,… be careful, or I may suck every inch of you." He moved his mouth lower to the swell of my breasts, pushing down the fabric a bit, and sucking more.

I gasped and pulled his hair, "Is that a threat, or a promise?"

AN: Well? Thoughts? Anyone craving a Viking covered in Ice Cream? I am,... anyways,... this story has no plot, or actual 'story,' it's all just smutty ideas. I really may need to start writing some things for the other scenes I've seen in the trailers,... they worry me! Like, uh, *SPOILER* did anyone catch the one with Godric and Eric baring fangs, smiling evilly, and then Eric biting Sookie, and her screaming bloody murder? I hope that turns out well in the show, I would cry if he hurt her and didn't care! Wah!