Grasping At Impossible
Chapter 1:

"Come on baby, take me back to your place," she whispered in my ear. At the moment I couldn't give a fuck where she wanted to go, I wanted her regardless. I pushed her up against the wall harder, feeling her nipples harden through the thin fabric. "Please, Please."


That's it; beg for it. I was Eric fucking Northman, god among ladies. I fucked them and left them, not putting myself in the way for a relationship. Women were only good for one thing in my world, and that was to get me off. I am sure it sounds crude, but if any other man wouldn't admit it, they're lying. I pulled her skirt up over her hips and ripped the fabric of her panties from her body. She gasped as I plunged three fingers into her, preparing her for what I was going to give her. She needed it, and wanted it and I was all the more happy to give it to her. I didn't have anyone to care for; I was a loner – someone that could get by with nothing more than a one-night stand. But this girl, I have had her more than once, but only when in a bind. I prefer my woman fresh, and preferably a new one when called upon. I unzipped my pants, rolled on the condom, and thrust into her in one swift move. She screamed my name as I pounded her restlessly.

Once I was done and she was sated, I tucked myself back into my pants and watched as she fell to the ground on her ass, panting for breath. I laughed to myself. These women are all too easy. I turned to walk back inside my bar, when I heard her clear her throat.

"Eric..."

I didn't bother turning around as I answered her hesitance. "Leave. You have served your purpose for the evening."

I heard gasp. "Did I do something..."

"No, I have matters to attend to." With that answer I walked back into the employee's entrance and looked around, making sure all was in order. The bar was a gift from my father when he passed on. He really didn't have very much going on here when I got it. There was hardly any revenue in this area, but I managed to get things to increase within the first six months of owning it. I called in my closet relative to help with the business, someone I could count on. We had the same ideas when it came to things, so I made him a co-owner to the bar. We own many of our own businesses and I thought this would be a good thing to share. Growing up together, we were thought to brothers, but we looked and acted nothing alike. While I was a playboy, as some would call me, he was a one-woman sort of man. I always teased him restlessly about it, thinking he would soon come around and see the brighter picture to learning and having more women. I have perfected my kissing technique, among other things, in the seven years I have been continuing on in this lifestyle. I didn't believe in all that love shit I was hearing about from employees and friends. I had never come to depend on a woman and wasn't about to start. I was happy with my life and my nightly activities.

I saw Bill standing behind the bar, and walked slowly over to him. He was talking to one of the waitresses and it seemed almost like he was being compassionate to her. I wouldn't have wasted my time with her, besides she had been causing more and more trouble when it came to customers. She was a clumsy waitress who I never bothered trying to bury myself into. She would be a waste of my time and she seemed too clingy for me. I nodded to Felicia for a drink and she passed me my whiskey on the rocks. Once I downed the drink and she was handing me another one, Bill was by my side getting his own drink from her as well.

"Long night?" I asked him, taking a sip of my drink.

"Looking up. How was Tara?" he asked, smirking.

"Oh was that her name?" I said looking around at the patrons in the bar. They were all dressed the same from what I could tell. Black leather and dark colors. There was no dress code at Blood Bath, but for some reason it attracted goth-looking people. I didn't care as long as they continued paying for the booze, and kept my profits above average. We would get a few different customers that would come in, but you could tell they were tourist from their dress.

Bill shook his head, and ran his fingers through his hair. "Eric, I doubt that is good for business."

"I didn't ask your opinion did I?" I gave him a level look. "Besides she liked it, and it wasn't the first time with her anyways. She knows the drill."

"Don't you get tired of it?" he asked, looking at the women out on the dance floor, swaying their hips to the music. There was one particularly good dancer fucking me with her eyes. She had all the right curves and I felt my dick starting to twitch back to life.

"Never."

I stood to walk over to the dance floor, but stopped mid stride when I saw a glowing woman walk through the front door. I swear she looked like an angel, complete with a bright pink dress on. Her blond hair cascaded down her back in waves, and her sun-kissed skin set perfectly against her blue eyes. Eyes, I noticed, that were staring in my direction. Acting as though I didn't notice her, I continued walking towards my booth in the corner where I could see all my minions working in the bar. I watched as another blond that was with her grabbed her by the arm, and led her to the bar. They sat and told the bartender what they wanted to drink. I was interested by her and the way she waved her hand as she spoke, and the tilt of her head when someone would say something to her. I was growing more and more attracted to her while watching her from across the room.

Her friend left her after a second and went into the ladies room. I took this as my chance to introduce myself. She was still chatting with Felicia, but I was going to put a stop to that. She would be mine before the night was done. I leaned against the bar on my elbows and I could see the tension in her body when she noticed I was beside her.

"Are you new in town?" I asked her, laying it on as thick as I could. She turned her head to look at me, and her scent of strawberries and tanning lotion attacked my senses. She smelled incredible, and I had to remind myself not to lean closer and bite her skin. I wonder if her skin tastes as great as she smells.

"I don't live around here," she answered sweetly, and I could hear her deep southern accent. "I am visiting my grandmother from this area."

"Can I buy you a drink?" I asked her, before noticing she already had a refill on her last glass.

"I am good, but thank you anyways."

"Aren't you sweet," I said scooting closer to her, and loving how she shivered from my closeness. I would love to see her shiver under me for sure.

"Not really," she replied and flipped her hair over her shoulder, taking a sip from her drink.

I gave her a smile and leaned closer to her ear. I could feel her hair against my nose and breathed in deeply before I whispered, "I would beg to differ."

She shivered again, and I pulled my face back enough to look at her closely. Her face was flawless, except for a small scar above her eyebrow. I found myself wondering how she got that, and I was caught off guard from that. I never wanted to know anything about another woman. Why her? I continued questioning myself, as she shook her head.

"I have heard there was a playboy here, but didn't expect to be hit on by him."

I was caught off guard at her insinuation. I knew I was the one she was talking about, but the way she said it showed me she was disgusted with the word. If I wanted any chance with her, I would have to lie to her about who I was, well at least a little.

"You have heard of one? You must be referring to my cousin," I answered her and pointed towards the direction of my Bill who at the moment was making out with his girlfriend in his corner booth. Lorena and Bill had been going out since high school and they didn't have any plans to marry. They liked being with each other that way, so I wasn't going to discourage it anymore than I already had. He knew how I felt about it, but the fucker could care less what my opinion was on his love life.

"Oh..." she said, her eyes flickering over to Bill, then back to me. "I am sorry, I just assumed..."

"I get it a lot." I could hear Felicia snort from behind the bar, and I gave her a look. She gulped, and continued with her work. "I am Eric."

"My name is Sookie Stackhouse. It is a pleasure to meet you," she said, holding out her hand to me.

"The pleasure is all mine, I assure you," I said, and placed a kiss on her palm.

She will be mine by tonight. I won't have it any other way, I thought to myself as I watched the blush creep to her cheeks. And I won't take no for an answer.