A/N Hi guys! This is my first ever Sookie Stackhouse/True Blood fic. Honestly it just came to me today and I had to write it down and now here I am posting it. heres the deal guys, it contains non sextual spanking. If you dont like it theres a little back button in the left hand corner of your screen. Use it. No flames guys, you've been well warned! But if you do decide to read let me know what you think. If you like it i'll keep writing! :D
It wasn't something that you would have suspected from Eric Northman, taking in an orphaned baby. It just wasn't exactly his style as I saw it.
Yet here I was, almost seventeen years later, sitting in Fangtasia having the life lectured out of me. Eric was pacing before me.
"I can not believe you Persephone. Was it too much for your little head to comprehend when I told you that you were not to go to that party? Av kärlek till allt som är heligt!*"
Yes you read that right, my name is Persephone, I prefer Effie to be honest. I have no idea what Eric was thinking when he cursed me with this abomination of a name. Persephone was a Greek Goddess. She was the Goddess of Innocence until Hades stole her away and she became the Goddess of the Underworld.
I suppose that Eric thought it would be funny and ironic, assuming that this was going to be my future. Which I guess it was if you thought about it.
Right now I was still human. Seventeen years old and stuck in the hell hole that I had to call a life.
I couldn't do anything!
I wasn't allowed to go to a normal school, because Eric wouldn't be able to keep an eye on me during the day. I wasn't allowed to go out at night because I was too fragile as a human. I couldn't do anything, I was stuck in purgatory so to speak.
Not quite the goddess of innocence but not yet allowed to be changed into the goddess of the underworld.
Yes, you read that right. I want to be a vampire. Why wouldn't I? Its not that I'm a fangbanger- no believe me Eric has seen to it that every vampire within state lines stays away from me, no it's just that my entire family is made up of vampires. Eric, Pam, Godric everyone who had taken an active roll in my life had been immortal.
So I wanted to be one too. To go over to the dark side, the undead, the underworld so to speak.
But like I said, you wouldn't think that it was in Eric's nature to play Daddy, yet he does, very much so. He still treats me like I am three years old! Like I am the six month old baby that he found all alone on a dark night. Still that innocent and defenceless.
But I am not! I am old enough to make my own decisions; I am seventeen years old and a woman.
"Eric it was hardly a party. I went to the beach with my friends for the day. I don't see what the big deal is." I said sassily.
Eric stopped pacing and pulled me to my feet landing a hard swat on the seat of my trousers.
"Ouch! What was that for?" I yelped.
"I told you that you were not allowed to that party or "beach day" or whatever you are calling it and you went anyway. I confront you on it and you fight me insolently. You are lucky you only got a swat and are not over my knee little girl!"
I shrunk back a little from the intimidating vampire.
In a lot of ways Eric was right. I shouldn't be fighting him on this, it was my fault I was in trouble. I lost track of time at the beach, having the most amazingly normal human day and didn't make it back to the house before night fall. That meant that Eric was up in time to notice I was gone. It was worth it though. Even if it was only for a day I felt normal. It was amazing.
"You are grounded." Eric told me, his tone final, his face set.
"What! No!" I exclaimed completely affronted. If I was grounded I was unable to come to Fangtasia and have Pam and some of the younger bar maids, who were around my age, to talk to.
"Do not fight me on this one Lilla, you will not like the outcome."
"No! Pappa det var mitt val att gå till festen. Jag är gammal nog att fatta egna beslut*!" I shouted, slipping into Erics native language. He had taught it to me at a young age and we both had a habbit of slipping back into it when in a temper.
"You may think so little girl but I disagree!" Eric snarled, his face up close to mine. "You will go home right now. This is no longer up for discussion."
"Urrg!" I growled. "You're impossible!" I shouted, starting to storm out of the room.
Before I could even comprehend what was happening I was face down over Erics lap. He flipped up my skirt and landed a hard SWAT down on my panty clad bottom.
"Eric no!" I squealed.
He did not seem deterred. Answering with another SWAT.
"You brought this on yourself Lilla." He growled.
SWAT SWAT SWAT.
Tears sprang to my eyes as my bottom smarted painfully.
" Pappa snälla sluta! I'm sorry! Jag är ledsen!*"
Eric landed two painful SWATs to my sensitive sit spots then stood me up in front of him between his legs.
The six foot two beautiful blonde vampire's piercing blue eyes were searching my own, olive green, eyes. As though looking for something.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice small and pathetic even to my own ears as I was trying to swallow back the tears.
Eric sighed and pulled me into a hug. "Oh Lilla, what am I to do with you?" He asked as I nuzzled into his chest, trying to regain my composure.
But honestly I didn't know what he was to do with me. I didn't know what I was to do with me; I was so lost, fitting in no where, neither in the world of vampires, nor particularly in the world of humans. I slept most of the day staying up the majority of the night with Eric and Pam. I didn't really have friends so to speak. I went to the beach with this new girl who worked at Fangtasia Jennifer. Jenni was blonde bubby and big boobed. Which was probably why she looked so great behind the bar at Fangtasia. But she was also really nice, befriending me and inviting me out to meet her friends. It was a pity that she'd probably be fired now. Since she was a "bad influence" on me and all. She helped me feel normal. All the people at the beach did.
"Pam." Eric's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I pulled away from him. Rubbing my, still smarting, bottom.
Pam entered, looking as composed as ever. You would never guess that the pastel wearing blonde was anything other than a middle class mother, perhaps a teacher, unless you knew her. She looked so normal.
Pam's eyes gave me the once over, knowing exactly what had happened, they held the slightest amount of sympathy.
"Please take Effie home. She is grounded, so make sure that the house is locked up before you leave her there."
I made to protest but a sharp look from Eric and the remaining pain in my bottom made me stop.
Life was so unfair living with vampires. Despite being seventeen and practically a grown up I was still treated like a four year old, spanked and sent to her room in disgrace.
Goddess of innocence I was not.
*For the love of all that is Holy.
*Daddy it was my choice to go to the party! I'm old enough to make my own decisions.
*Daddy please stop! I'm sorry!
- its been google translated guys sorry if it isnt quite right! But I really hope that you like the story! Please review and let me know!
