At Fangtasia, Eric had Summer’s back pinned against his office door, still kissing her passionately. He then wrapped his arms around her waist and quickly spun her around, still kissing her. He then lifted her up by the waist and sat her on top of his desk. He quickly pushed everything off his desk and forced Summer down to top. He leaned down and started kissing her neck again and then back up to her lips. His hands slowly stroked up and down her leg, which was up around his waist. Summer wanted this but then yet she felt like she was doing something wrong. He then pulled her up, facing him. His hands slid down her side and grabbed a hold the bottom of her low cut, black shirt. He started pulling the shirt upward and up over her face, her arms straight up in the air. As he threw her shirt on the floor, she pulled off his black tank top. She then wrapped her arms around his neck and began kissing him. As he pushed her down onto the desk again, the office door open and there stood Pam with a big grin on her face. Eric turned slightly and Summer propped herself up, staring at Pam.
Pam: Well, Well, Well. Looks like I was interrupting something.
Eric: You can see you have.
Pam: So, sorry (smiling at both of them and then closing the office door)
Eric: Where were we (trying to lean in to kiss Summer)
Summer: I think I should go home now.
Eric: Don’t worry about Pam.
Summer: I am definitely not worried about Pam. Trust me.
Summer pushed Eric aside and hopped down from the desk. She walked across the room and snatched her top off the black, leather couch. Eric approached her, but Summer pulled her shirt down over her chest.
Summer: We shouldn’t have done that.
Eric: Why? I could tell you wanted it. I’m never wrong about that (with a grin on his face).
Summer: I’m just tired. I’m lonely because Sookie is out of town. So basically you took advantage of me.
Eric: (laughing) Sure. Keep telling yourself that.
Summer made her way over to the office door, but Eric stood in her way.
Summer: Eric, move.
Eric: Then tell me you didn’t like it.
Summer: (looking at him straight in the eyes) I didn’t like it. Like I said, I was tired.
Eric: (with a smirk) You’ll give in to me sooner or later.
Summer: Yeah, well. Keep telling yourself that.
Eric then took a step to the side so that Summer could leave. She grabbed the door knob, turned it, and pulled the door open, quickly stepping outside. Eric watched as she grabbed her purse from behind the bar, give Pam a wave good-bye and then out the front door. Pam walked over to Eric, with a smile on her face.
Pam: Sorry, I ruined your little session in there.
Eric: She almost gave into me. Soon she won’t be able to say, no.
Eric then stepped back into his office and closed the door behind him. Pam began shutting the bar down along with Ginger.
A half hour later, at Summer’s house, she pulled onto their newly paved driveway and turned off her car. She got out and closed the door. As she walked up onto the porch, she thought she heard something, so she paused and turned around. All she seen was trees and a possum that was slowly making its way onto the driveway. She turned back around and went into her house, closing and locking the door behind her.
That afternoon at Merlotte’s bar and grill, Summer was tying her small, green, apron on around her waist. Sam stepped out of his office and noticed her. He decided to walk over to her and apologize to her for the other night. She noticed him walking over and heard some of the thoughts going on in his head as he made his way over to her.
Sam: Hey, Summer. I want to apologize for the other night. I was way out of line.
Summer: You sure were.
Sam: I am so sorry. I just worry about you and Sookie when you hang out with those vampires.
Summer: I know, but me and Sookie can take care of ourselves. Sometimes you sound just like Jason.
Sam: Do you forgive me? Can we go back to being friends?
Summer: Of course. (Smiling at him) Friends.
Sam: Good. Now I feel relieved. I was so worried you were going to be pissed at me all day.
Summer: You’re too cute to be mad at.
Summer gave him a hug and he tried not to think about anything while they were in that embrace. Once she let go, she pulled her notepad out of the front of her apron and walked over across the room to her first customer.
Later that night, the bar was jammed pack with customers. Sam had decided to work Summer a little over to help Tara out at the bar. Summer was so busy mixing and serving drinks that she didn’t call Pam at Fangtasia to tell her that she would be late. Jessica showed up with her boyfriend, Hoyt and they waved at Summer at the bar, before making their way over to one of the empty tables, which wasn’t many. Summer started pouring and mixing more drinks, while Tara did the same on her end. Arlene and a new waitress named, Claire, stood at the bar waiting for the drinks so they could bring them to the customers. Summer placed three glasses onto one of the serving trays and Arlene flashed her a smile, picked up the tray, and walked over to one of the tables. Sam was walking around the room making sure everyone was pleased with the service. Meanwhile, Summer and Tara were quickly getting all the drink orders out, while Arlene and Claire were taking orders or bringing them their orders.
After an hour, Summer and Tara were still swamped with drink orders. The front doors swung open and in walked, Eric, dressed in a tight, black shirt and a pair of blue jeans. As Sam walked around, he noticed Eric and approached him.
Sam: What can I help you with?
Eric: You know why I’m here.
Sam: Well if you’re looking for Summer, then I have to tell you that she’s very busy tonight.
Eric: You know she was supposed to work for me tonight.
Sam: I’m sorry about that. But we got jammed with customers tonight. I really needed her help at the bar.
Eric: (giving Sam a hard stare) I know your game, dog. You won’t win this one.
Sam: I have no idea what you’re talking about. Stay and have a Tru Blood, on the house. But Summer is busy.
Eric: Thanks for the offer, but I already ate.
Eric walked passed Sam and approached the bar, where he noticed Summer pouring drinks. All the seats at the bar were taken so Eric decided to glamour one of the humans.
Eric: I need that seat. I think you’d much rather have that seat over there (pointing behind him at one of the two seater tables that was now open)
Drunk Male: Yes, I think I would rather have that seat over there. Here you go (hopping down off the barstool and heading to the table)
Eric sat down on the bar stool and waited for Summer to noticed him. Everyone sitting at the bar was staring at him. He could feel it. As Summer was mixing some drinks, she could hear some of the thoughts going around in the room. Some of them mentioned a vampire that had just entered the bar. Summer turned around and noticed Eric sitting at the bar, staring at her, with a big smirk on his face. She placed a few more drinks on one of the black serving trays and then walked over to where Eric was sitting.
Summer: What do you want?
Eric: You didn’t show up to work. I was worried.
Summer: Sorry about that. Sam got swamped and needed my help for a few more hours.
Eric: Yeah, sure he did (sarcastically)
Summer: What does that mean?
Eric: He wants to keep you away from my bar… and from me.
Summer: You’re paranoid. Can’t you see that this place is jam packed?
Eric: I can see that, but he knew our agreement.
Summer: Sorry to burst your bubble, but Sam is my boss, not you. Excuse me, I have to mix more drinks.
She walked away from him and grabbed some liquor bottles off the shelf in front of her. Eric was not going anywhere. He was going to stay put and try to stir some trouble with Sam. While Summer and Tara continued serving and mixing drinks, Sam noticed Eric was still sitting at the bar. Eric flashed him a smile from across the room. Sam wasn’t going to put up with Eric’s shit anymore so he decided to walk over to him and tell him to either leave or purchase a drink.
Sam: (standing behind Eric) You can not just hang around here. You either need to leave or order a drink. Your choice.
Eric: Aww...it seems Lassie is jealous of my presence here.
Sam: I am not jealous of a blood sucker, like you. That’s for damn sure.
Eric stood up from off the bar stool and stood in front of Sam.
Sam: You don’t scare me.
Eric: (chuckling) You should be.
Sam: You’re seriously going to try and pick a fight in my bar? In front of all these people and Summer?
Eric: I can tell you like the use of your limbs, so why don’t you run along and nothing has to happen to those limbs.
Sam: I don’t take threats lightly, blood sucker.
Eric: Watch what you say, mutt.
Sam: Poor choice of words.
Sam tried to hit him, but Eric grabbed a hold of Sam’s wrist and then grabbed Sam’s throat. He lifted Sam up in the air, his legs dangling. Sam was choking and tried to loosen Eric’s grip from his throat. Summer ran around the bar towards them. She could see how angry Eric was. His fangs were out and he was giving Sam a hard stare. She thought for sure Eric would break Sam’s neck, so she had to stop him.
Summer: Eric, let him go, now!
Eric didn’t respond. He gripped his hand even tighter around Sam’s throat. All Summer could hear was the thoughts and fears of everyone in the bar. The thoughts were so loud that she had to just stand there and try to calm down, so that she could clear her own thoughts. She stood still for a minute and closed her eyelids. After taking a deep breath, the thoughts slowly faded away and she opened her eyes.
Summer: Eric, I swear, if you don’t let him go… (Long pause)
She still couldn’t get his attention so she decided to take matters into her own hands. What she was about to do, she hadn’t done since Maryanne’s fiasco celebration. She scanned the room and noticed the liquor bottle that she had set on the counter. She concentrated on the bottle and rose up her right arm. The bottle levitated up off the counter and Summer quickly waved her arm towards Eric, causing the bottle to go flying in mid-air, smashing into the back of Eric’s head. Eric let go of Sam’s neck and Sam fell onto the floor. He looked up at Eric, touching his neck and gasping for air.
Summer: Leave now, Eric. Go back to your bar…or else I won’t show up tomorrow either.
Eric retracted his fangs and noticed everyone in the room staring at him. He felt their fear and anger towards him. As he looked at Summer, he knew that she was furious with him. He stared at her, wanting to tell her that he was sorry, but he couldn’t get the words out. He had never told anyone he was sorry in a long, long time. Wanting no more problems, he decided to leave the bar. So he turned around and walked out the front doors. Summer rushed to Sam’s side and helped him up off the floor.
Summer: Are you okay?
Sam: I’ll be fine (still rubbing his throat)
Summer: I am so sorry.
Sam: It’s not your fault. Let’s just say…I told you so.
As Summer helped Sam sit down, she could feel that everyone in the room was staring at her. Their thoughts were curious and fearful. Some of them were calling her a freak. She tried ignoring them, but it was hard to, since she was upset with what just happened to Sam. Their thoughts continued to flood her mind as she walked over towards the bar. She couldn’t put up with it anymore, so she took off her green apron and threw it on top of the counter.
Summer: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! You can all go to hell for all I care.
She then went in the back room, grabbed her purse and quickly walked out the back door. As she reached her car, she pulled out her keys and tried to put the key in the lock, but her hands were shaking so bad that she couldn’t get the key into the hole. She tried to calm down, but all she wanted to do was get the hell out of there. The keys then fell out of her hands and onto the gravel below. She then fell to her knees and tears rolled down her face. A hand then reached down and touched her shoulder. Summer looked up and noticed Eric standing over her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up onto her feet. She looked at him, her eyes weld up with tears, and then started punching and smacking his chest, out of anger. He just stood there taking the punches.
Summer: You son-of-a-bitch! (angry and upset)
He knew she was angry at him, so he let her hit him a few more times. Before she could throw another punch, he grabbed her and swept her up into his arms. Tears streamed down her face. He carried her towards his red Ferrari, opened the passenger side door, and placed her into the seat. He closed the door and in the blink of an eye, ended up on the other side of the car. Once inside the car, he drove off the gravel driveway of Merlotte’s bar and grill and onto the paved road.
A little later, Eric sped onto Summer’s driveway, in front of her house. He stopped the car and then got out. Faster than the blink of an eye, he was on the other side of the car and had opened up the passenger door. She slowly slid out of the car and walked slowly towards the porch. Eric closed the car door and watched as Summer tried to unlock her front door. Her hands were still trembling so, Eric grabbed the keys from her and unlocked the door himself. Summer stepped inside and threw her purse down on the floor. Eric stood in the doorway, waiting to be invited in, since he’s never stepped foot in her house before.
Eric: Aren’t you going to invite me in?
Summer slowly turned around and noticed him standing in the doorway. She thought for a moment whether she should or shouldn’t. Having him in the house can either be a good thing or a bad thing.
Summer: Come in (in a low voice)
Summer walked threw the living room and into the kitchen, where she flipped on the light switch. She stood in the doorway and didn’t budge. Eric appeared behind her and watched as she just stood there. He wondered what was going on through her head at that moment. She was a very mysterious person to him. Unlike anyone he has ever came across. One day she’s strong, protective, and confident and the next day she’s sad and unsure of who she really is. Summer flipped off the light switch, turned back around and walked into the living room. She then plopped down on the couch and stared down at the floor. Her eyes still red and watery from earlier. Eric made his way over to the couch and sat down next to her. Summer just leaned back and grabbed the remote that was sitting on the arm of the couch. She pressed the “on” button and glued her eyes onto the television. It was as if she were acting like Eric wasn’t even there. He wanted to hold her and comfort her, but he knew that she was still angry with him. So he was content enough to even be in the same room with her.
An hour later, Summer’s head lay on Eric’s shoulder, asleep. He reached down and grabbed the remote, turning off the television. Slowly he lifted her head up, so that he could leave, but she gripped a hold of his arm, tightly.
Summer: Don’t leave. Please stay until I’m asleep.
Eric: Okay.
She pushed herself up off the couch and grabbed Eric’s hand, leading him up the stairs, down the hallway and into the master bedroom. She let go of his hand and walked over to her bed. She slipped off her shoes and climbed onto her queen sized bed. As she laid her head down on the pillow, she patted her hand down on the bed next to her, signaling for Eric to come over. Eric walked over to her and laid down next to her. He didn’t know what to think at that moment, as she laid her head down on his chest. One minute she’s mad at him and the next minute she is showing him affection. As confusing as she is, he realizes that she’s hurting and that just by being there with her, shows that she’s willing to let him in. And that he loves.
A few hours before dawn, Eric quickly exits Summer’s house and walks down the steps of her porch. As he heads toward his Ferrari, he smells a distinct odor in the air. He scans the area and doesn’t notice anybody in his sights, but he could tell that something or someone was watching him. He opens up his car door, quickly gets inside and quietly drives out of the driveway and onto the road. As the headlights disappear down the road, a dark figure steps out from behind the tall cypress tree and stares up at the house.
To Be Continued…
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