Merlotte’s, as usual, is packed with the taps flowing and the big game on. Jane Bodehouse is holding down her standard spot at the bar while becoming steadily more drunk; her inhibitions slowly flying out the window. A very worn out Sheriff Dearborne and Dectective Andy Bellefleur sit down at the last available booth, giving their orders to Lafayette on the way to their seats. Lafayette wants to protest that this isn’t a walk up window where you place your order, but he knows it’s pointless to argue. Jason Stackhouse and Hoyt Fortenberry sit with the rest of the road crew enjoying a few rounds, relaxing after the long hours in the hot Louisiana sun. All the while, two ancient vampires sit occupying a booth, unable to tear their eyes from a petite blonde waitress darting between tables.
The vampires and this particular waitress, however, are anything but typical. In fact, unbeknownst to the average patrons of the establishment, they are a rare mated trio the likes of which the world has yet to see.
Godric and Eric sit in their favorite booth which is conveniently located in Sookie’s section. Neither like that their young mate feels the need to work, let alone for the shifter Sam Merlotte who has harbored unrequited desires for their Sookie for years. However, like nearly everything pertaining to her – her safety being the obvious exception – they seemed incapable of denying her.
So there they sat nearly every single Friday because the thought of not being near her was unbearable, the pain made worse by the fact that neither was capable of claiming her publicly as their own at the current time.
With every lap Sookie makes around the restaurant, the patrons become increasingly worse. Eyes linger on her generous curves, tongues loosened and advances are consistently made. The alcohol consumption causes many a man to nearly lose his life, or at the very least his hand, each time they interact with her. Eric is a fan of his little mate’s body – Gods knew well how he’d spent many a night worshiping her from sun down to sun up – but she was his to worship, not theirs!
“Godric, don’t you think there is something less revealing than those tiny shorts that Sookie could be wearing? As her future maker, you might want to mention this to the shifter,” Eric growls out as yet another hand attempts to brush over her ass.
Godric, who seemed perpetually calm in nearly every situation, just chuckles at his childe and mate’s predictable reaction to the situation. “Now Eric, you know that I enjoy the fruits of Sookie’s annoyance in the event of our stopping by Merlotte’s to surprise her, but we must avoid unduly upsetting her. She tends to become angry with our meddling and currently appears too busy for such distractions. We must not slow her down or we risk her ire over more than our aversion to her uniform.”
True, Eric does know this as there had been multiple ‘talks,’ as Sookie defines them, regarding him becoming overly possessive while she was working, which more often than not resulted in the lowering amount of her evening tips.
“Fine,” he says grudgingly. “But I swear the next guy who tries to touch what’s mine-”
“Ours,” Godric interrupts.
“I mean ours, is losing the offending limb!” Eric declares.
“Relax, my childe. You must remember that there is no competition here. We have already championed her. These men can only look upon her and want what we have,” Godric reminds Eric for the second, or maybe third, time that night.
Though Eric is only partially listening to what his maker is saying as he is too busy watching another drunk coming on to their Sookie.
He is barely aware of the growl emanating from his chest yet Sookie hears the sound quite clearly over the noise in the bar and she responds with an other half-hearted scowl to their booth. She is well aware that being the mate of two ancient and powerful vampires meant that some possessive growling came with the territory and if she is being honest with herself, she had to admit it kind of turned her on.
She also knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that if she was to stop using her telepathy at work, even just for a moment, then the drunk male residents of the backwater town she resided in would be limping out of the bar or, far more likely, it’d be worse than a simple limp. The metaphorical short leash she supposedly kept her mates on while in public would likely snap if any of these men were to actually touch her, no matter how brief the contact.
Knowing this, she once again ‘hears’ the thoughts of the man she’s talking to just in time to move away at the last second, avoiding the unwanted contact of his hand upon her.
A few tables over, this near miss doesn’t go unnoticed. Eric is now openly seething at the nerve of the drunken hick who tried to touch his Sookie. Looking away from her for the briefest of minutes, he notices his beloved maker and mate who was always so unflappable appearing almost shaken. He can’t stop the quiet chuckle that comes forth at the sight.
“What’s wrong Godric? You suddenly seem a bit tense. Is everything alright?” he jokes, knowing this is indeed a rare occurrence.
Having to control his beast for the first time that evening, Godric can’t help but notice that the last schurke (scoundrel) nearly touched his mate; his skin had almost touched hers. He is well aware that had his Sookie not moved when she had, it would have ended in a contest between him and Eric to see who could remove the culprit’s hand, as well as the limb attached to it, first.
In a race between himself and Eric, he has the upper-hand where sheer speed is concerned since he is much older. However, when it comes to their Sookie, Eric has this ability to be at her side with more than just supernatural speed, almost like magic. It made it a fun contest to see who could reach her first and one never wanted to be the schurke (scoundrel) facing the winner, no matter who it ended up being as they were both equally matched in their tempers. If only his Sookie would let them have some fun with the townspeople…
He is fully aware that his kind must remain hidden for a few years more until the Authority conducts the Big Reveal. He finds himself musing over the certainty that soon he will be able to claim his love, both of them, as his own. He can hardly wait. He appreciates how spectacular their Sookie will be as both his childe and as their mate.
Eric can’t help the curiosity he is feeling. Based on the roller-coaster of emotions that Godric is taking him on through their bond, his normally composed maker is feeling anything but. As Eric repeats his jest, he is quite surprised by the unusual situation they are in. He, too, is brought back to a recent conversation with their nest.
They all know and acknowledge that Godric, as head of the bloodline, is also head of the nest. He does hesitantly admit, though, his agreement with what Adele had said to Jason several times to explain the unique dynamic of their relationship to him. While Godric and Eric may be strong and ancient vampires, they are totally overpowered by the tiny blonde telepath. He reluctantly accepts that with a single look or word she can bring the two feared vampires to their knees; she is the one wearing the pants in their relationship, though said pants are ones that both he and Godric paid for.
Sookie has just finished checking all of her tables; well, all save the one with her mates. Deciding that she is ready for a break, she heads to the bar to refresh the drinks her vampires are pretending to consume. On her way to their usual booth, she spares them a look and notices that both seem to be lost in their own minds. She giggles at this while she heads toward her loves. Seeing them staring as if at nothing, she momentarily drops her guard for just a second, but that is all it takes.
Mike Spencer, seeing both of Sookie’s hands full, makes a swipe at her ass. When she doesn’t move away, he drunkenly mistakes this as an invitation to grab and squeeze her backside. What he doesn’t notice is the two completely incensed vampires who are now snarling a few tables over.
Sookie immediately turns to Mike Spencer and reflexively pours both drinks on top of his head. She quickly goes to her irate mates, all the while grumbling about stupid, careless humans pushing possessive vampires over the edge.
Catching the eyes of both her mates she begs them through the bond to stay in the booth and not cause a scene, already knowing it was too late.
“Gott verdammt! Versuchen Sie, und berühren, was mein ist! Sie Schuft bezahlen!” (God dammit! Try and touch what is mine! You will pay scoundrel!)
Godric stands just outside the booth, seething and fully prepared to rend and destroy. His extraordinary control is all but a memory; he is seeing red and feeling the need to protect his fragile mostly human mate. He sees his Sookie pleading with her eyes to keep it together and reluctantly contains his most basic instincts, unable to deny his Sookie what she needs.
Across from him stands his crazed Viking childe nearing a berserker rage.
“Du har inte bara jävla röra henne! Hon är MIN! Jag kommer att döda dig var du står din jävla skit!” (You did not just fucking touch her! She is MINE! I will kill you where you stand you fucking piece of trash!) Eric roared.
Rationality gone, all he can do is imagine scenario after scenario of ways to get between his tiny mortal love and the vile creature who dared touch what is HIS. Seeing his beloved beseeching him to calm down has the same feeling of a bucket of cold water being dumped over him.
His hands are instinctively reaching for her, needing her close. The genuine scowl gracing her lovely face has him stopping short.
Upon arriving at the booth, Sookie knows she needs to nip this in the bud. She can’t have her mates making a scene every time an incident occurs. She looks at both of her vampires with the most serious expression she can muster, knowing that, until now, no amount of talking has ever worked to tame her Eric’s possessive side. She has zero desire to change him, being madly in love with who he is and knowing he is naturally perfect for her. Really, she just wants the constant MINE crap to end, at least in public while at her job.
Sookie looks to her Godric, her level-headed confident mate and can’t help but break her sober demeanor a bit. “Not you too! Seriously you guys!” she half-heartedly exclaims.
Seeing the cheeky smiles on both her mates she replies, “Alright, it’s time for all the insufferably cocky vampires to go home.”
With a wink at both of them, she turns to leave before either can respond with a witty double entendre about being cocky.
Standing to leave, both vampires place a generous tip on the table and begin to exit the building. They are in good spirits as they were able to see their Sookie, which was always a joy, while being entertained as best they can as she works.
“Well Godric, another enjoyable night at Merlotte’s. She was almost able to keep up the appearance that she was actually angry. Oh well, there’s always next week.”
“Too true, my son. Come to think of it, I believe our Sookie is working both Friday and Saturday next week. I can’t wait. I don’t know about you, but I have come to love our nights in Bon Temps.”
“As do I! It’s always worth the price of admission. Now let’s get home like our little Sookie said.”
With that both vampires flew off into the night.
