Chapter 17 – Always


Rising from my daytime death, the first thing to register in my body was fear. But it wasn’t my own.

It was Sookie’s.

Fruitlessly reaching out for her at my side, my blood reached out even further to find she wasn’t in the house.

Or even in the same fucking town.

Finding my blood in her body, roughly twelve miles to the east, I sat upright, trying to make sense of it all.

It was easier said than done.

Had she left on her own?

Or had someone taken her against her will?

I had no way of knowing. But sensing the sun was still too high in the sky for me to leave the safety of the house I grabbed my phone instead, hoping to find the answers before nearly crushing it in my hand.

Because I’d already crushed her own to keep anyone from tracking her via the electronic device.

It hadn’t occurred to me to replace it.

Until now, when it was too late.

Because she wasn’t supposed to have gone out on her own.

But recalling her words from the night before, I quickly realized the error of my ways. When discussing any pursuit of the drainers, the only thing she had actually agreed to was fucking each other until dawn.

My attempts to distract her had backfired.


Searching the house, I found it was exactly as it had been when I’d died for the day – minus one mouthy maybe-venefica – so I knew she’d left of her own free will.

Freely – willfully – seeking out the drainer with no backup, when I’d already explained how dangerous it would be.

Oddly enough, it helped to calm me – somewhat – knowing no one had sought her out here. Her secret identity was still safe – probably – so I concentrated on everything I could feel coming from her once more.

Ebbing adrenaline.

Fear, but not panic.

A dull ache and some minor pain.

While she was undoubtedly afraid and perhaps injured, she wasn’t feeling incapacitated. Her emotions were steady.


If I had to guess, she was biding her time, so I surmised either the immediate threat had passed or she felt she wasn’t in imminent danger.

But for now she wasn’t in a state of panic.

It was only feeling all of those things from her that was keeping me from destroying the house in my frustration. There was no one I could call for help. No one I would trust to keep the secret that was Sookie Stackhouse from the queen.

Most vampire were still being held hostage by the sun – not that I would trust any of them except Pam. Weres were loyal only to their own kind. And while I had more than one of them in my debt, her mere existence was too big of a secret for me to entrust it to any one of them.

As for humans…who was I going to call?


The last I’d checked, glaring at someone to death wouldn’t actually kill them.

But I only had myself to blame.

I should have hired guards to keep watch of the house.

Removed the spark plugs from every vehicle in the garage.

Placed fire breathing dragons at every door and pits of quicksand beyond them should she manage to make her way past them.

I should have tied her down to my bed to keep her ass in it, while I was dead for the day.

But, if I managed to get her back, I would never again complain that she wasn’t in my bed when I rose.

At least before she’d been in the fucking house.

There was nothing to be done for it now, so I made my way to the closet and dressed like I was Billy Idol preparing to make a comeback. Black leather covered my body from head to toe, with the collar of my jacket turned up to protect my neck, because I knew all it would take was feeling her fear spike for me to flee the house.

The sun be damned.

At least dressed as I was, it offered some protection from the deadly rays, and I continued to pace a hole into the floor, while keeping track of the sun in the sky.

As well as monitoring my own personal sun, who was waiting for me roughly twelve miles to the east.

It was likely the longest forty-seven minutes of my thousand year existence, but when I felt the sun just hovering above the horizon, I left the house and took to the fading orange hued sky. It was a calculated risk, but I knew I could cover the distance before the lingering rays could do me any real harm.

The flight took less than three minutes before I arrived at the location where my blood had made itself at home inside of the woman who would surely be the death of me. But out of all of the scenarios I’d imagined, finding her in an abandoned warehouse district wasn’t one of them.

Nor had I expected to find her with two dead bodies at her feet.

Keeping my senses peeled for signs of any others, I sped towards her before her eyes could even register I was in the room. I knew it from the way she startled in the chains that kept her arms securely cuffed above her head.

Relief flooded through her seeing me there – or maybe that was just from me finally laying eyes on her again – but in spite of the circumstances, she managed to give me a rueful smile.

However she winced when her swollen lip quirked up on one side, as she started off playfully with, “I know. I know. I wasn’t in your bed when you woke up. But I planned to be, if that helps any.”

It did.

And yet it didn’t.

When I offered no words in return, her playful expression turned apologetic when she said, “Don’t be mad.”

Freeing her wrists from the manacles that had kept her bound for who knows how fucking long, I scented her like a bloodhound from head to toe, along with using my blood in her body to discern where she was physically hurt. My only salvation was finding she hadn’t been raped.

So I sent out a silent prayer of thanks to gods I no longer believed in, while I casually replied, “I’m not mad.”

I wasn’t mad.

I was fucking furious.

A lovely shade of purple had bloomed on the right side of her face. I could only imagine what words of wisdom she’d spouted off in order to be pummeled for her efforts – and I could only hope the two corpses lying at our feet weren’t the only offenders, so I would have my own opportunity for vengeance – but I set my anger aside for now.

My first instinct was to feed her my blood in order to heal her wounds. But I ignored them and the scent of her own delectable blood calling out to me like a siren’s song, instead choosing to rub her arms to get the circulation going in them again, while I glared at the cuts and bruises littering her face.

With my eyes doing exactly what Bobby would have done – attempting to glare her to her death – it was easily noticeable when her swollen lips returned to their quirked position off to one side, as she called me out on the veracity of my claim by saying, “It’s ironic that you look so hot in those leather pants. You know, since they’re about to burst into flames.”

And since there was no point in denying it any longer, I dropped her arm and turned, punting one of the bodies across the room, if only to expend some of my rage before addressing her.

She flinched – the only outward acknowledgement of my actions – but said nothing as I inhaled deep breaths of air my body didn’t need in order to calm down.

But I only managed to become further enraged now noticing the unmistakable scent of Were.


My one word utterance was the best I could give her at the moment because it was all I could do to keep myself in check, with my bloodlust at an all-time high.

I needed to kill.

Something. Someone.

Maybe a complete bond wasn’t needed. Maybe her unknown ancestry gave her the gift of empathy.

Or – maybe – she had finally figured out just how angry I was because she dropped the snark and her gaze to her feet as she said, “I went out this morning for coffee.”

“Coffee,” I repeated, when she said nothing more. “Unless I’m mistaken, we’re not in downtown Tehran, so even if you had stolen it, this,” I gestured to the welt on her face, “and this,” gesturing to the dead Were at our feet, who had yet to earn his three points for a field goal, “seems like overkill.”

“Funny story?” she began again, with her eyes darting up to me.

One of them did anyway.

The other was rapidly being swollen shut.

The longer I stared at her, the more overwhelming my need became to heal her. But I suspected she would need to feel as bad as she looked in order for her to come clean about all that happened during the day.

So I stayed my urges for now, while she went on to explain her morning’s attempt to become a modern day Mata Hari. After hearing her out, I could admit that her plan to just sit and watch from afar didn’t seem very dangerous. She hadn’t even dressed to stand out in a crowd.

But the one point I hoped to drive home with her now was unknowingly set up by her own admission when she ended with, “I was just sitting there, counting down the five minutes I was waiting for Bailey to be gone, so I could leave, when these two showed up. I don’t know if they recognized me from going to your bar that one night or what, but I passed them on my way out of the coffee shop and they grabbed me a minute later on the street. They brought me here and wanted to know which vampire I belonged to, but I wouldn’t tell them. I don’t know how they knew I even knew a vampire.”

“They knew because they could smell me on you.”

“What?” she gasped. “How the…how could they…I showered!” she sputtered in disbelief.

“They,” I gestured back and forth once more, “are Weres. Wolves, specifically. You’ve had my blood. A lot of it. You’re filled with my cum. No shower gel is going to rid you of my scent any time soon.”

For the first time since I’d come to her that night, her eyes filled with unshed tears as she said dejectedly, “I didn’t know.”

“Now you do.”

My tone had softened, with my hand gently caressing the injured side of her face, while I said, “The world you live in isn’t the one you once thought it to be. There are others who look just like you – human – but react just like me – a supernatural.”

We’d gone over the different types of Supes out there already, but I knew just as well as anyone, seeing is believing.

If I hadn’t seen Ludwig’s tests for myself, I never would have believed the results.

Sookie nodded her head to indicate she understood, so I kept my voice soft when I explained, “I need to take care of covering this up and then we can return to the house where I’ll heal your injuries.”

She didn’t acknowledge my words – too lost in her own thoughts – while I searched the Weres’ pockets. Taking both their wallets and their phones to go through later, I used their keys to pull their truck into the warehouse through a large bay door and retrieved their bodies, placing them into the cab.

Sookie was still in her own little world, so I brought her back to the here and now, by asking, “Do you know if they made any calls or told anyone about having you?” And recalling my earlier need for vengeance, I added, “Were they the only ones you encountered here?”

If there were others involved, they would be a liability. Even if she never left the house again – and I would be hard pressed to not die for the day lying on top of her body to keep her pinned to the bed – I didn’t want for there to be any loose ends.

She softly shook her head in the negative and replied, “They didn’t make any calls. They didn’t get the chance.”

Her statement made me realize I had no idea of how they’d died.

But I had a sneaking suspicion.

Still, I asked with my expression alone and she answered it with, “The one you kicked across the room started off by trying to get his kicks with me and kissed me.”

Her brow arched, with her expression a mixture of both sadness and absolution, but I could barely see her through the red haze of rage clouding my eyes. But she didn’t need to say any more about what had happened to him next.

He dropped dead, like everyone else in her life, after they’d ingested any of her bodily fluids.

Everyone except me.

Shrugging her shoulders, she pressed on by explaining, “The other one couldn’t figure out what I’d done to kill his friend, but he was sure I’d done something. So I may have puckered my lips at him and said something like, ‘Give momma some sugar.’ He backhanded me hard enough that I saw stars, but my teeth caught on his hand and…down he went.”

Going over her explanation of the day’s events again in my mind, I found myself asking, “So you’d been here – chained up – all alone all day?”

“Until you showed up,” she smiled sadly. “Thanks for coming for me.”

Something about the thought of her dangling from chains all day long – injured and scared – waiting for me to rise, was enough to drown out any lingering anger I may have felt at her actions.

So I closed the distance between us and placed a tender kiss on her forehead, acknowledging her thanks with a one word promise, whispered against her skin.


While I had cleaners on my payroll for just this type of situation, I didn’t want to use them. The scent of Sookie’s unnaturally sweet blood was still lingering in the air, despite the foul scent of Were.

I wouldn’t be the only one to notice and I could only surmise it was my scent intermingled with hers and the Weres’ quick deaths that kept them from detecting it.

Using a wooden broom handle wrapped in newspaper, as an improvised fuse, I shoved one end into the full gas tank and lit the other, before scooping Sookie into my arms and taking off with her, out of the warehouse and into the night. We hovered from a distance until the explosion lit up the now darkened sky, but as I began to fly us back to the house, she put her hand on my chest and said, “Your car. It’s still parked at the coffee shop.”

“You drove my corvette?” I teasingly glared down at her, hoping to lighten her mood after her horrific day.

Seeming to understand my motives, she smiled back at me and said, “No. I drove your Prius. Never woulda figured you for an eco-friendly car.”

“I am immortal,” I smiled in return. “I have a stake in the viability of this planet. Leaving behind smaller carbon footprints are but one way I can ensure my future survival.”

“You said stake,” she chuckled and then settled against my chest for the remainder of the short flight.

Once we were back in the house, I wasted no time in settling with her on my lap on the couch. With her face pressed against my chest, I hadn’t had to see the evidence of her trials from that morning, but even I could feel the aching throb she felt echoing through our blood tie.

Suddenly, I couldn’t heal her fast enough.

Biting into my wrist, I put the wound at her lips. But before she took my blood, she seemed to sober up from her earlier teasing mood and stared back at me, offering, “Who knows how long I would have been left chained up in that warehouse, if it wasn’t for you. I’m sorry for not listening to you. All you’ve done from the moment we met is to try and protect me.”

That wasn’t exactly true. But instead of telling her how close I’d come to killing her on that first night, I gave her another truth by teasing, “And get into your pants.”

“That goes without saying,” she snickered.

“I thought it should be said,” I smiled in return.

“I’m trying to be serious here,” she playfully admonished.

“Then you seriously overestimated my emotional maturity.”

“That goes without saying,” she repeated and then ignored my rapidly closing wound in favor of favoring me with a gentle kiss to my lips, as she breathed out, “I have you to thank for my future survival.”

Figuring I would kill two birds with one stone, I sliced my tongue on my fangs and deepened our kiss, only pulling back for long enough to say the one truth I had no explanation for and yet couldn’t deny.


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41 comments on “Chapter 17 – Always

  1. Kittyinaz says:

    Serves them righ. And kudos for allowing Sookie to explain!!

  2. glamouredbyyou says:

    Wonderful written chapter. You surely have your way with words.

  3. missron80 says:

    As always, phenomenal! Reason # 1783902764537 why you are my favourite writer. 🙂

  4. Awwwww. Poor Sooks! And I thought I had a no good very bad day…

  5. charity6201 says:

    I have nothing but love for this!!!

  6. ericluver says:

    What a wonderful chapter. Those two so obviously love each other, whether it’s been said or not. I melted right around the time Eric melted too. You can’t help wanting to care for and protect this Sookie (unlike the book and tv Sookie who could do with a lump of 4×2 upside the head!)
    As for the asswipe anonymous shithater…screw them! I love your stuff and if it takes a little longer for an update sometimes…well…I think any of your stories are worth the wait! (I’m assuming that’s what the asshole was complaining about).
    Have a happy and safe Xmas or whatever festivity you celebrate and a great new year!

  7. Have I mentioned how much I love this Eric and Sookie? Because I luuuurrrrrvvve them so much!! I especially love how they use their words to actually talk to each other AND listen to what the other is saying. It’s just awesome!!! Thanks so much for the update!

    P.S. To the venomous shithating reviewer on FFN. Some of us love Kjwrit’s stories so much that we are grateful to get every chapter that is posted. Be it an update for a current WIP or something entirely new that has jumped from her amazing imagination. Your craptastic spew most likely cost us(ME 🙂 ) a story update we have been so impatiently waiting for. So thanks for that ASSHAT! You are a jacktard!

  8. candykorn0 says:

    Love it! Poor Sookie has a lot to learn about supes but at least she has her own built in defense system

  9. mom2goalies says:

    Loved the update and the visual of Eric in leather from head to toe didn’t hurt either!!! LOL
    This Eric and Sookie are some of my favorites. So sassy to each other but so sweet too. She has an excellent supe teacher in Eric so she should learn pretty quickly.

  10. saintsfan022010 says:

    Great chapter as always KJ. Sorry that you have to deal with that person on FFN. Honestly, if you don’t like what you read (and why not), then don’t read. It’s really that simple. You have a life, and you are waiting for that boy to come home. You post, when you can post. I wish you the blessings of Christmas and try to not let the idiots get you too riled up.

  11. switbo says:

    Loved this chapter and that he couldn’t stay mad at her. Loved that she acknowledged and apologized for her screwup! Man, could TB Sookie learn a thing or two from this one! Laughed my ass off at the “You’re filled with my cum. No shower gel is going to rid you of my scent…” line.

    As for the hater. I saw a great uTube video the other day about how haters were trying to hand you a gift wrapped bomb and if you just didn’t take it, it would blow up in their faces, not yours. It’s wrapped pretty and you want to take it, but just don’t do it.

    I (and whole lot of other people) love your work. I’m grateful for each and every chapter you graciously share with us! Do I wish I could chain you to your computer and make you write 24/7? Sure.. 😉 But, sadly for us, you have a real life, just like we do. So, when you give us a chapter, I’ll just smile and say “Thank you ma’am, may I have another?!”

  12. jules3677 says:

    Always admired your writing. You have such a way with words. Absolutely loved Eric’s statement on owning a Prius. So enjoying your story, it is one of my all time favourites. 🙂

  13. valady1 says:

    They are just perfect together..Wonderful chapter as always

  14. 888spike says:

    I hardly ever review, mostly read and lurk, but I’m totally shocked you got twat-shot’d. I don’t give a hoot how long it takes or if you gift us with a new story while others are ongoing – I don’t want ANY of them to end. I love updates of your stories! I love it when you start brand new stories! Bring it 🙅

    So Ms. Guest Twat if you’re reading this, let’s fix your attitude and get you a nice powerful vibrator for Christmas 🌽

  15. Carol says:

    Another great chapter, looking forward to what comes next 🙂

  16. Mindy781 says:

    What a wonderful chapter. I’m glad Sookie is okay and I’m very glad that Eric didn’t get too mad. I really liked the use of the word always in the chapter.

  17. kleannhouse says:

    well we knew she would get into trouble sooner than later. glad that Eric was able to find her and save her butt… i am sure he was furious with her but he cares more for her well being than to get too overly mad at her. KY

  18. Debbie Knapp says:

    I want to hunt down this bitch that gave you a hard time. But you know, she’s gotta be nuts. And she probably sits in front of her computer all day (her only friend) and tries to be part of the world. I would feel sorry for her if she weren’t such a clueless pussy–anonymous my ass. She’s probably made of skin and anti-psychotics.

  19. Jackie69 says:

    Great chapter! So happy Sookie has managed to protect herself from the weres…having her own protection device!
    Eric was so anxious to get to her…I loved that…He’s in love..Hooray!
    Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
    P.S. As for the reviewer on FFn Please get a life instead of being a bitch!

  20. vampwinter says:

    she only went out for coffee 🙂 love this couple! and love this chapter!

  21. Rayne says:

    Wonderful update soo WORTH the wait!!

  22. Nia says:

    Another wonderful chapter, I’m glad Eric found her and healed her. Love these two and the fact that even though he was pissed he let her explain before exploding. Sorry about the anonymous twat any update from you is worth the wait 😀

  23. gb says:

    Apparently there are a few, not all mind you, who cant do so they hate.. Ignore them their assholes.. I enjoyed your newest chapter and while waiting is painful it is ALWAYS,, ALWAYS worth the wait. Thank you..

  24. ashmo2000 says:

    That had to be just as scary for Eric as it was for Sookie. Weres asking which vampire she belongs to makes me think that Weres are involved in draining.

  25. askarsgirl says:

    That was perfect. I loved how Eric punted that Were’s body like it was a football! And I’m glad Sookie learned a valuable lesson without too much harm coming to her.
    Happy holidays if you don’t post again before Christmas! (although I really really hope you do😃)

  26. redjane12 says:

    Awww… This was a perfectly written chapter! Eric’s frustration was so poignant… I felt bad for Sookie as she really was careful… And yet ended up pretty banged up… Bloody weres and their noses… And their lack of any morals… Beating up a girl like that… Well at least they are dead now…

  27. murgatroid98 says:

    It figures that something would happen before she could get back to Eric. I wonder if the Weres were looking for reread or were just opportunistic. Hat little trait of hers can be handy. Still, hanging in chains all day wasn’t mulch fun. Thanks for another great chapter.

    I’m sorry you have to deal with trolls like that guest but I love your attitude toward them.

    • murgatroid98 says:

      Oops, I touched a wrong word. It was supposed to be her, not reread. Though I’m thinking about rereading this story.

  28. Ginger says:

    Didn’t see that one coming. I was worried about Bailey finding out about her. Thank you for a vision of Eric all in leather. The icing on the cake was his caring nature. I like an emotionally evolved vampire.

  29. theladykt says:

    Glad he let her explain. Stupid were’s

  30. baronessjai says:

    Good he got the blood in her. …. see ya next chapter 😉

  31. Sam says:

    Hi Kjwrit
    Just want to tell you that I love your writing and every one of your fics. Adore the ass off of them actually, so please don’t take the ‘blah blah’ words of some random hater to heart. The masses of us who read your every update with bated breath and squee every time a message pings in our inbox to brighten our day would wish to tell the haters, mostly politely, to ‘eff off’ and go away. They are boring and like to try and piss on the fire of your creativity with their spite and envy. Please don’t let them get to you. We who follow you think you rock, so please we beg you…rock on!

  32. fanficglo says:

    Wow, Sookie doesn’t even have to try and she gets into trouble. At least she has Eric to make her feel better 😀

  33. Sookie may not try to get in trouble but does anyway. It seems like the bad guys grossly underestimated her.

  34. hartvixen123 says:

    Love this chapter. I think Eric was valid in his furiousness, but I’m happy that he was calm enough to let Sookie explain how she ended up in her predicament.

    I’m very curious as to who the two Weres are and who they are working for.

    Thanks for the update!

  35. seamstressff says:

    I don’t know what’s up with my browser, but I can’t rate this chapter. I’m giving it 5 stars. Loved their reactions, their contrition, and their empathy. Gotta go read the next chapter!

  36. mandersdawn says:

    You know, it’s really impossible to be mad at Eric for being so unwilling to discuss things when he reacts so badly when things do go south for his girl. Sigh. They both have a lot to learn and while I’m glad that he conceded that her plan didn’t sound dangerous and didn’t stay angry with her for too long, it was good that he stayed angry long enough for her to get the point.

    Poor Sookie, killing two others and then hanging in a warehouse all day! And poor Eric, those agonizing minutes were unbearable even to read about. But her thank you for coming broke my heart and reminded me of her existence pre-Eric, and how anyone could have done anything to her and nobody would have noticed for a very long time. Sigh. You two crazies hug each other for me, that’s an order.

    I hope you enjoy my rambling reviews LOL I haven’t slept in over 24 hours and I’m determined to finish catching up on this before I go to bed. It’s like crack, I can’t stop! Thank you so much for sharing your talent with us!

    • mandersdawn says:

      Also, I’m reading this via the website links and not the blog posts but I see people mentioning haters and that’s a sore spot for me, considering what I’ve read from so many E/S authors this year. You do this for free and provide hours upon hours of free, amazing talent for our entertainment, and the haters can go swimming in Bill goo. It really chaps my hide that people dare to send hate mail over something that is absolutely free and that they are not forced to read. Just ignore them the best you can and know that you are very greatly appreciated by your fans!

      I’m a greedy bastard when it comes to fanfiction, but I know that great things are worth waiting for and every chapter that comes to my inbox makes me feel like a kid on Christmas morning. I know you have a life outside of this and so as long as you keep writing, I’ll keep reading and being grateful for all of it!

  37. joannadearagon says:

    Beautiful chapter. It was so nice of Sookie to admit that she made a mistake by not listening to Eric. And Eric saying that she overestimated his emotional maturity, I laughed so hard.

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