Series Title: Succubus Delirium

Fandom: True Blood

Theme: Overcoming the past. Fighting Guilt.

Warnings: Depressing story. Tangentalizes from season 7 episide 2. Personally...Dramas are my favorite. To read and write. I love them. Give me suspense. Anticipation. Something that comedies, unfortunately can't give me.

Summary: Eric feels disturbances. They are confirmed with a piercing scream. Greeted by a blast from his past. A ghost, he wished was really a ghost. Now he is on a journey to find a bracelet of unspeakable power. But, he doesn't know if he is being played for good or for evil.

This is a free write Fan Fiction. With each new chapter. I edit the chapter prior. So, I would check back to see. The first chapter could be the same with better grammar. Or, a lot of paragraphs and passages could be added. I tend to like writing more to a chapter. Overall, I hope you guys liked it. Peace out!

Prologue

Six Months. Six long treacherous, tumultuous months have passed. Since the god awful Hep V Vampires went on their murderous rampage. Killing and/or fucking the helpless (Humans). Doesn't matter age. They didn't give a single fuck. Animalistic instincts, took complete control.

Hep Vampires are diseased creatures of the night. Side effects of a serum, first shown successful, out of the mind of Sarah Newlin. Truman Burrell before his demise, was a crucial factor. Providing a majority of the funds.

Forged out of pure distain, found its purpose. Annihilation of vampires. Injection being lethal. It slowly destroys them inside out. Leaving them, a sizzling pile of blood. Some met their true death not so quickly.

Those who survived the virus, lived as walking corpses. Irony at its finest. Neutralizing them. Making them vulnerable. An opportunity centuries in the making. Humans finally found a way. To fight back. To win the war. Or so they thought.

Humans slander the night's children because they're being slaughtered. By their hands.. However, they do the same. Contradiction.

Unadulterated hypocrisy. Becoming exactly what they loathe the most. Blood-Thirsty monsters searching for animals to hunt. Butcher. Kill.

Sookie and her gang, learned how to evolve. Beating this ticking time-bomb. Before someone truly dear to them dies.

Lafayette deserves the credit. If it wasn't for him, none of them would be alive. Magical skills came in handy. Giving him a new outlook on magic. For good.

Reversing the infection, with help from Sookie. A spell was casted, coupled with Sookie's Fae blood. Eradicating the Hep V from nearly all Vampires. Few were too far gone. Instantly destroyed. Dissolved. Forever forgotten.

The rest got restored; to their previous state. Strength and health recovered. Having the past horrors, sent asunder. Order reinstated. Peace founded.

Sookie and her friends, were all tested. Different ways. Emotionally, Physically they all grew stronger. Bond thicker. However, a couple would think the opposite. One of them, being Eric.

Poor Eric. Went out with the most loses. Feeling the brunt of the residual effects. Can you blame him, for the shit he has been through? Or has yet to?


Present Day, February 2011

Enjoying a ravishing night, Eric and Pam were having so much fun. Dealing with a shitstorm of stupidity. Customers dwindling. More humans than vampires. Much to their own dismay. The feeding bags were enjoying themselves. Typically.

Diminishing customer rates occurred once Eric got back. From his quote on quote "Sabbatical." Nothing angers him more than this. Well there is another thing. Harboring inside him. Hidden away. In the darkest parts of his mind. Numbed now.

Sitting on his throne, he turns his head to Pam. She's mingling with some of the customers. A wavy, brunette with long legs. A mexican man with long hair. Similar in length, he once had. Lastly, behind them was another female. Shorter with piercing eyes.

Suddenly a piercing scream booms through the walls. Catching Eric's attention. Pam didn't even flinch. Still talking to the partygoers. Trying to act like she didn't hear it. Fooling only herself.

"Pam! Let's check that out. It's close by." She gives him a look of resistance. Realizing her attempts will be futile. However, willing to give it a shot. "But Eric. We just opened. We can't just leave, right now."

She knows for certain, this won't bode well for her. Never defy Eric. He doesn't take crap from anyone. Even his own progeny. His command is law. Words are final.

Deep down, she loves him. Through and through. Going to the ends of the earth with him. Regardless. Except she has a horrible feeling about this. Knowing something is going to go wrong.

Pam still holding up her guard. "She's just a…" Without hesitation, Eric roars."Let's go!" Not giving her a chance to finish that sentence. Nodding her head in submission. Giving in to her maker.

One minute, Eric was on his throne. With Pam standing in the middle of the crowd. Then, they were outside. Wind blasting their blonde hair. Moonlight shining on them. Momentarily feel of normalcy. Normality for them. At least.

Eric caught a whiff of fresh blood in the air. Pam quickly caught on. Tracing the smell. Pinpointing it to the location. It's four miles down. Eric thought. Near the river. On the road to Sookie's house.

He knew the path to her house instinctively. Like the back of his own hand. Filling him with sheer grief. Past feelings of love creeping up on him.

Love has always been his achilles heel. Ultimate flaw. A weakness never able to overcome. All the times Sookie rejected him. He always gravitates towards her. Almost like a kinetic force field is surrounding her. And, he get's pulled in.

Pam noticed Eric in deep thought. So, she moved towards him. "Eric. What's a matter? Is this another Sookie thing?" Rubbing Eric the wrong way. Trigger easily lately.

She tried to touch his shoulder. But, he pushed her hand away. Clearly not in the mood. Or willing to talk. Let alone it be about Sook.

Eric tilted his head. Staring at Pam. Right through her. Pam winced. Eric hated this subject. Talking about Sookie. Worse his feelings for Sookie. Which aren't reciprocated. She made a point of informing him about that.

Right after everything was done with the Hep V's, he went to talk to her. Finally telling her how he truly feels. He loved her. Really did love her.

All he got back was, she didn't feel the same. Bill has her love. Enraging him. Inability to comprehend it. After all his shit.

He has caused them more grief. Countless times fucked over by him. All the power plays. Billith superiority complex.

Yet still get's the girl. Complete B.S.

Facial expression firm as stone."This has nothing to do with Sookie. Don't mention her again. Now...I think, this isn't another ordinary vampire attack.", Eric making it clear. End of discussion. Pam obliging to his master's wish. Ceasing to probe.

They found the body. By the river. As they knew.

"What makes you think that? Eric. What else could it be?" Blimp of concern ran across her face. Quickly disappearing.

Untrained eyes wouldn't catch it. Eric knows his progeny. In fact; Pam knows Eric, like a book. Both capable of reading each other's emotions.

"A whole lot worse. Could be Lafayette doing another one of his magical spells? We both know what he is capable of..." Sending shivers through their spines. Sheer thought of Lafayette doing one of his spells.

Lafayette wiccan practicing has increased over the last six months. Eric knows he was a huge factor on fixing the curse. Being able to live without fear of death. Due to the virus.

Pam has differing feelings. "Eric. Don't fucking remind me. Gave me a fucking perm. For two months. It's still not fucking gone! All tries of straightening failed." Bringing a smile across Eric's face.

They shit on Lafayette frequently. However, they both know he has amazing potential. Growing rapidly. Astonishing both of them.

His powers fail in comparison to Antonia though. One of the strongest humans...Scratch that. One of the strongest forces, they have ever faced. Nearly killing him.

Showing extremely powerful wiccan powers. She easily defeated Eric. Erasing his memory, making him an undead slave. Leading him to kill countless. While under her control.

It took everyone to stop her while possessing Marnie. A vengeful vessel. She was her host. An average wiccan practitioner. Giving herself to Antonia. Sharing the same belief. Vampires must meet the sun.

Still that was futile. Lafayette's boyfriend, at the time Jesus, exorcise Antonia from Marnie. After Marnie had bound Antonia to her. Saving them. Saving us.

"It was a good perm, Pam. It really went with your outfits. Big and Loud.", Eric jab fueled Pam's rage even more. "Hell it did. Could suck him dry for that."

Eric couldn't get enough of Pam's complaining. The amount of her complaining has been increasing as of late…

Losing her progeny doesn't help. He sympathizes with her. Losing his maker was a devastating blow to him. Having him die again to Lilith didn't help either.

Dying once as a human. Then, as a vampire is the True Death. What does it mean to die again at the hands of Lilith. The Real True Death? Perplexing indeed.

Bellefleur Massarace. The tipping point. A fight establishing the Hep Vamps call of war. Fighting for dominance.

Killing or capturing a lot of humans. Personal fucking dolls or feeding bags. Barbaric means acquiring them.

Tara was one of the casualties. On Lettie Mae's account, she fought admirably. Fighting to protect her mom. Going up against a bigger vamp. Getting the best of him. Staking him. That's where it goes downhill.

It all happened too fast. Lettie Mae saw her daughter there. Next she wasn't. She got staked. Getting covered in her daughters body organs. Something a mother never should witness or feel. Finally coming to terms with it.

Eric wishes, Pam could. She never had time to grieve. It's taking its toll on her. Becoming more erratic. Callousness brought to an all time high. Sense of helplessness goes through Eric. Unable to help her. Fix her pain. He can't even fix his own.

Tara's attitude was her defining characteristic. Been through shit. Won't let it control her. She is herself. Doesn't give a fuck. If you disagree. Fuck you. Bye.

She was a huge part in everyones lives. Hell. Eric can't even fool himself. She had become a part of his family. Growing to love her as his own. Feeling the effect of her death. Sadness.

Knowing that another member of his lineage was dead...Tore him up…

The source of shrieking was a twenty year old female. Long curly, brown hair. White skin bridging on pink. Short and thin. A typical fangbanger. Except the marks on her neck aren't a vampire's.

Plus, she isn't dead. She is very much alive. Making this unusual. Vamps don't normally leave their prey alive. Drinking until empty.

Her lips are moving. But; even with their enhanced hearing, barely audible.

They move closer. Both flanking on each side. Eric on left. Pam on her right hand side. Examining her body.

She struggles. Eric finally able to hear. What she is saying. "Drink..Me...Please. I..Don't want to.." A sense of pity filled both of them.

An innocent girl. Early twenties. Not wanting trouble getting attacked. If this was a vampire attack, he would feel a sense of disgrace for his own kind.

Lingering feelings of what this could be, sends shocks. Hoping she has nothing to do with this.

Pam picks up on her master's confliction. "Eric.." Eric completely ignores her. "No. We're not going to do it."

He's looking straight at her. Weak eyes, barely open. All traces of fear gone. She is numb. Not feeling anything. Waiting for her death to come.

Pam's expression changed to her typical sarcastic look. "Why not? She's dead. On the fringe. Not even our blood. Can save her. She's a lost cause." Eric couldn't help to agree. But, draining her is something that's not an option.

Memories of sweden, flood him. Giving him momentary happiness. Times where all cares were left in the wnd. Behind him

He had drunk Warlow's blood. After finding him chained, drinking him to near death. Looking back, he wishes he did.

Daywalking was bestowed on him. A rare ability for vampires to walk in the sun without any harm whatsoever. Eliminating their major weakness.

Any vampire had longed to bathe in the sun again. Since their making. A sense of warmth familiarity.

Feeling the sunshine. It soothing his breaking dead heart. Radiating off his cold skin. Feeling a sense of home. Sense of himself again. Temporarily. Feeling a void inside of him.

Until, Warlow was staked. Causing him to lose his ability to daywalk. Losing himself…Going into solitude. Only to be found by Pam. Who wouldn't give up searching for him.

"I said, No! Drop it, Pam.", Eric said with an extra sense of authority.

This was definitely not a vampire attack. If this is who he thinks, they are fucked.


Pam looks at Eric. Trying to read his thoughts. She can sense something is bothering him. Her own inability to help him. Kills her internally.

Angering her. At herself. Just like her maker. Feeling of helplessness. Everyone is dying. Feeling as though it is her fault. Weight of the world. Resting on her shoulder.

Tara, Nora, and Godric are all gone. It's just them and Willa. They are dropping like flies. Nothing capable of stopping it. Complete fuckery. Fucking Vampires. Resorted to nothing. She is supposed to be superior.

She hears the young women trying to speak. "...Drain...Me..Please." The woman choked out. Repeating the same words again. Weaker this time. On the cusp of death.

Pam turns from her maker. He had moved from the right side to her side. Barely able to speak. She wasn't expecting anything. Fear gone. She's numb. An empty shell. Unable to function.

He needs to drain her. End her misery.

"I can't. Please understand this. You're gonna be fine." Eric is refusing to drink from her. Pam knows he never refuses. Unless, it was from someone close to him.

Telling a human. They are going to be okay is a bullshit lie. Especially in her condition. Humans believe in hope. Something she lost a century ago.

"Please Spare me...Please.", the woman's pleas turning into a broken record. Repeating the same words over and over. With no solution in sight.

Pam grew tired of her maker withholding information. She needs to get the bottom of this. Before they both get into deeper shit.

Knowing she might get herself in deep shit. Presses anyway. "Eric! What is going on here? None of this makes…"

Cut short. Pure shock. In a blurry, Eric appeared in front of the girl.. "I can't drain you. But, I can make the pain go away.", said with a certain assurance of relief.

Eric snaps the young woman's neck. It took an instant. Like it was a twig. Freeing her of her pain. Being free. Of the pain.

People underestimates Eric's power. Eleven hundred years old has it's advantages. Dealing with Pam helps with patience. Age helps with his strength. Stronger than most vampires.

Pam still looking at Eric takes a step forward. "I am going to Sookie's. I need to talk to her." Eric saying it like it was a given. Towering over the dead girl's body. "I'm going…"

Out of nowhere, Eric whips himself in front of her. "You are going back to fangtasia…" Pam can't understand what the hell is wrong with him.

She is his progeny. Reborn out of his blood. Lineage of Godric runs through her veins. His pain is hers. Hers is his.

At least that's how it should be.

"I want to go! Eric. Whatever this is. Whatever is causing you to act this way. I want to help." Eric hates keeping her in the dark. Always been her protector. Since day one.

"Pam. This has nothing to concern you. Now go back!" She retreated back. Hates it when he yells at her. Making the situation worse, trying to make it better.

Trying to diffuse him. "Eric…"

She wasn't allowed a chance to finish. "As your maker, I command you!" She left before he finished. Feeling defeated. Someone else was chosen over her. Again.


Eric reached Sookie's house. In no time at all.

He hated commanding his progeny. But, at times he had to. To ensure her safety. Willa and Pam, are the only people he has left. He needs to ensure they survive.

Looking at the side of the house. Memories crawl back. Breaking free from their chamber Flocking to him.

All the times, he went through the door. Without her permission. Buying her house. Watching her smile. Her cry and holding onto her. Their lips intertwining. Her skin warm to the touch.

As quickly as they came, they flew away. Locked back in the recesses they came.

Turning soft. That's the last thing he wants. As soon as he reaches the front, light shines through the house. Meaning the door is open. Sookie would never leave it wide open. For fear of someone entering. Someone deadly...

Eric runs up the steps. Entering inside the house. Pure adrenaline pumping through him.

Thank God. Sookie invited him back in after the Hep V attacks. When he came back to reality…He was invited back in. Giving entry. But, rejected in the end.

He sees that Sookie isn't in the living room. This isn't a good sign. Going pass the couch. Heading towards the kitchen. Fearing the worst. Pulls the doorknob. Bursting through the door.

"Motherfucker. Don't sneak up on me. Or, you will get blasted." Reprieved fills Eric. It's just Lafayette sitting in a chair. Eating some food. Nothing is wrong.

They are safe. "Sorry Lafayette. I was coming to check on Sookie. Noticed the front door was open." Lafayette smiles. As though he's laughing at Eric's worry. Something he would typically not do.

"Don't you always. Eric Northman. Always barging in unannounced. Especially without a direct reason." Lafayette is acting very brassful with Eric.

He knows Lafayette wouldn't say that. Fearing his own life. Though Lafayette could probably hold Eric back now. Still. He's acting bizarre. Even for him.

Eric suspicion grows. "You know me. Sometimes. I just can't help myself. Territorial." Wrapped with a thick layer of sarcasm. Eric's forte. "Sometimes. Predators get prey on. Or, tortured."

Looking around the room. Trying to figure out what is happening. He isn't being glamoured. This isn't good. He's not being controlled. Eric would of picked up on it.

Lafayette seems like he is being himself. But, he isn't. Something is off with him. Very off. What could this be, Eric Thinks.

Eric notices a big piece is missing. Sookie isn't anywhere. "Lafayette...Where is Sookie?" She would be off of work by now.

Lafayette turns his head to the seat in the middle. "Child. She is right here." Pointing to that seat. His grin growing wider.

Sookie materializes. Right before his eye. She isn't moving. Not even blinking. Not even able to talk. Paralysis.

Astonishment and horror, runs through him. "What the fuck?! Lafayette! What the fuck, did you do?"

Eric tries to get up. But, he can't his ass is stuck to the chair. He's under his control now to. From bad to worse. Just Eric's luck.

Much to Lafayette's amusement. "Hahaha! Child. I didn't do anything. She did."

Eric's nerves became on edge. He doesn't need to deal with all this crap. Lafayette is just staring eye to eye. Normal Lafayette wouldn't dare. Fear of getting his drained to death.

Time to ask questions is now. "Who? Who is she?" Sinking in his stomach expands. Making him feel hungry. Though he just drank yesterday.

"Well Eric. Did you forget me already? It's only been six hundred years. hahaha."Eric knows that laughter…

Just as the realization hits him. His body tightens further. Almost fully paralyzed. Only his mouth is able to move. Being able to speak.

"It can't be...This is impossible. You're... You're dead." She was found dead. He knows she has to be dead. This isn't happening to him. Not after so long.

"Tsk Tsk. Eric. Can't keep a good succubus down. Always took you to be smarter than this. I did make the hint obvious." Those marks. His hunch was right. He's so stupid.

Appearing right in front of his eyes behind Lafayette. She's tall. 6 ft 3. Only a couple inches shorter than himself. Slender. Brunette. Eyes green as grass. Powerful. Ancient. Deadly. Lethal. Amazonian.

Six hundred years...It's been that long. Since they have collided. He saw her body. Dead. At least, he thought she was. Godric had told him that her kind are tricksters. Able to manipulate reality. Make you believe what they want.

Deceiving and cunning. Her kind will stop at nothing to get what they want. Regardless of the costs. Regardless of who's life is at stake.

He remembers there times together. Slaughters they went on together with Godric. God-like feeling they had. Getting what they wanted.

Times have changed. He is different now.

"Mallotira…" Full of hurt. His voice shakes. Uncommon for Eric to experience this type of feeling.

Her eyes emotionless. Full of hatred. Unnerving.

She scoffs. Obviously uninterested with his display of emotions. "Hahaha. I'm surprised you remembered my name. You were quicker to leave me for dead. Didn't Godric ever teach you anything. I am an illusionist. Upon other things." He knows. The other things to.

"I'm sorry…" Truly he is. Blaming himself. For everything. That has come to past.

A bloody tear rolls down his cheek. Just as Mallotira lunges at him. Feeling himself fall back. Images fluttering through his mind. Landing on his back. Staring up at Mallotira's glare. Emotionless. Her smile ravenous. Teeth flashing.

"No needs for sorry's. I kind of find them boring. Frankly. Most of the time, you're truly not sorry for what one has done. You do it just for the sake of keeping peace. Or, making them feel better. Ending up hurting them again. Pointless. Really...Silly Me. Where was I?"

Eric's current situation is ironic. Always thinking of himself as the superior being. Vampires ruling. Drinking who you want. When you want.

Not giving a crap. Draining by force. Were's don't hold a candle to him. Fairies are his feeding bags. Now paralyzed. At the mercy of an ancient demon. Who can kiss him with a single kiss.

Great.

"Oh yeah. I remember...Hunger."

Mallotira bared her razor teeth. They are all sharp. Really to pierce his skin. Deadly. "It'll only hurt a bit...Hahaha." Lips curled. With cruel intentions. Shown on them.

She lunged at his neck. Laughing. Jagged Sharp Teeth flaring aiming for it's place. On his neck. Vampire blood won't have any effect on her. Only tasting good.

Landing on him giving him a shock. Teeth inching closer to the nape of his neck.

Then, Eric blacked out. Plunging into a sea of darkness.