Title: Spooky Daddy Somethin'
Type: Slash, Friendship, Snark
Rating: R
Fandom: True Blood (show verse)
Pairing: Eric Northman/Jason Stackhouse
Setting: AU S4
Word Count: 4,857
Summary: Eric has kept his memories, having killed Marnie on their first meeting, removing her as a threat permanently. Jason has endured the kidnapping, torture, and rape of the Hotshot pack. Eric discovers him on the side of the road after his escape, intrigued by the scents and sounds following the Stackhouse brother. The ancient Viking takes Jason to Fangtasia, where he is cleaned, dressed, and healed by Eric's blood. What's a Stackhouse to do, waking up in a strange place with a vampire? One thing's for sure, though. Jason is in for a lot of change; more than his own limited mind can imagine.

Warnings: Possible spoilers for anyone who has not seen Season 4 of True Blood, though the universe is an AU, altering most events of the series. Language and nakedness, and possible graphic scenes in future chapters, though this one is tame. For TB at least. As always, comments are welcome, but remember this is a fic for fun, so spiteful criticism is unnecessary. Jason is written by me, VarrosGirly, and Eric & others by Jaxon666. Visit his page for more co-written fics and leave him some love!


Jason looked down at himself, then up at Eric, and back to his own body. He had definitely been in bad shape, and now his wounds were all healed up. This guy was a vamper, and there was only one thing that happened if a vamper was saying hi to you and you didn't remember anything, right? "Fuck, this mean I can't work on the road crew anymore? I know vamps can't do sun or nothin' like that. And that's a whole lotta sun we gotta stand in all day." Except if he was a vampire now, that meant he could do some mind control thing and make them think he still worked there, right? Jason tried sitting up, frowning as he discovered the straps still holding him down.

"I thought y'all had to bury em in the ground, too? I'm dead, ain't I? Or I was? Or somethin'." He ran his fingers around the waistband of his new bottoms, ones he didn't recognize at all. "Shit, you're taking care of me and everything. I don't remember anything after I got away from them panther guys." What a fucked up way to say thank you for looking after the pack, too. Biting him and making all the girls screw him day and night. Jason liked sex, but that was way too much for him. And he could conquer an entire sorority house in one night if he wanted.

"What in the fuck is he talking about now, Eric? He makes less sense than Ginger, and we've fucked her brain so hard with glamours that I'm surprised she remembers her name." Pam said with no emotion or expression, though she was out of Jason's line of site, hands on her hips as she spoke to her maker, standing behind Jason's coffin. She was irritated. She'd had to share the basement with a human, or a whatever Jason now was according to Eric. Mostly, he was a Stackhouse, and that was unforgiveable.

Eric eyed her with a domination that only needed to be subtle, never truly smiling per se in her direction, but threatening to as though it might be bad if he did. "Jason Stackhouse…you are not dead. You can thank me for that. When you have better composed yourself." Eric boasted in softly spoken tones, stroking the shine of treated wood that entombed Jason's now-healed body, before dipping his hand inside to pat the male Stackhouse's face. He found doing so quite amusing, visibly. Pam did not think much of that at all, turning her head like she'd heard a bad joke, in poor taste.

"Oh I ain't? Why am I in a coffin, man?" Jason was confused now, but grateful that the ancient Viking had saved him. He seemed to always get into trouble, but this was really the first time he'd needed a vampire to save him. Jason felt a little chilly in a pleasant sort of way as Eric patted him. Like he was a kid again. Well, Eric was what, a billion years old? So in a way he was a kid. Just not in how he looked.

"You seem to be something else though." Eric seemed less personal then, and more formal in his posture, his eyes looking down at Jason not as someone he was enjoying, but someone he was investigating; a subject. "Panthers," Eric's distinct accent rolled that word out like a slow Nordic wind, which even tickled Pam in places she would rather it not, in her current mood. She didn't let it show, though. "So that is what you are becoming." The blonde vampire sounded genuinely intrigued, perhaps even a little flirtatious, but even the straightest guy couldn't really condemn him for that. It was too justified that he be that way. Unsettling perhaps, but could one really punish a lion for growling? What would be the point? It would still growl; it might even eat you alive.

"I did not know men could be turned into werepanthers in such a way. Pam, make some calls. I want to verify whether this is something that has ever happened before." And although his progeny seemed bothered by the task, she seemed relieved too, that she did not longer have to endure the current scene.

"Them guys they uh...bit me and other stuff. I heard em talking about how I had a fever in me, but I thought that was just 'cause they didn't give me a blanket when I was supposed to be sleepin'." Jason ruffled his own hair, tilting his head a little as he thought. "I guess they meant a panther fever or somethin'. Shit, I can't be a panther guy. Cats are really smart." Jason tried to see where the other vampire was going to, hitting his head on the side of the coffin as he did so, rubbing the spot afterward. He didn't notice yet that it didn't hurt as much as it normally would have.

Good for Pam, because once she left, Eric opened up his face to Jason quite a bit more, beaming down, finding the male bimbo with all of his brains in his dick, if rumor be true, adorable. Especially now; clueless, anxious, half naked in a coffin in the basement of Fangtasia, completely unsure of what was happening or going to happen. And yet, he looked more stupid than frightened. That tickled something that was still warm in Eric, as he tilted his head to absorb the vision below with obviously questionable reasoning. "Are you frightened, Jason Stackhouse? Don't be. I'm a good vampire. Ask anyone I haven't killed yet." He smiled slightly, seeming to think that what he said was a light hearted and lovely, welcoming thing.

"Nah. Never thought I'd be more glad to be in a vamper's place, though, I'll tell ya. I'm just like...worried if I am a panther guy." Jason let out a deep breath and frowned, as if he were thinking intensely. "You ain't all bad really. Sook don't like ya, but you saved me and didn't hafta. And I'm all better now and...uh, you didn't feed me V or anything did ya?" He was more nervous about that than anything. If he'd healed so quickly, he would've had to have been helped somehow. "How long I been down here anyway?" He should probably call Sookie, or Hoyt. Somebody would want to know where he was.

"Fangtasia was closer to where I found you than my home, Jason Stackhouse. The coffin you lay in is the closest thing to a bed I could offer you. Of course, I did not know if you would wake up at all, but if you did, I felt it best you be contained. Who was to know what kind of monster you might become, overnight?" It seemed like Eric mocked the idea of Jason being something that might terrorize him. How cute. Sort of like a cartoon character trying to be scary at Eric. The vampire was not one to giggle or laugh at all, instead staring with distant intent, while his lips grew in width and raised at each corner, coloring themselves a slightly different shade of pinkish red than usual. He was in no denial of enjoyment as Jason started to compliment him. Pam knew better than anyone else besides Godric; the twisted love of it was to be expected.

"Ah yes, that will be the blood talking. My blood. Speaking of, I believe you drank enough to behave yourself at my behest. Would you like out of your coffin, Jason Stackhouse?" The vampire's closest, pale hand went to the locking buckle of the coffin that would free Jason completely if he wished it, like foreplay to a promise. He still looked like he was flirting, but in a way that raised the question; did Eric just eyefuck everybody, all the time? Maybe it was just a vampire thing. Or maybe it was an Eric thing. Or both.

"Oh. Well shit, I can't say that's a bad idea. Cause I'd...I dunno what I'd do if I was a panther guy. Guess I get to find out soon, huh?" Jason had to smile back when Eric did, because vamp or no, he was a pretty nice guy. Well, besides when he was killing or torturing people, like Sookie said he did. But that was a vampire thing, wasn't it? "Damn, no wonder I feel all good. You're really old. And old blood's really strong, ain't it?" His past with V stuck enough for him to know a little bit about it. Not a ton, but as much as he needed for the basics.

"Yeah, I'd really like out. Not that your coffins ain't comfy or nothin', but uh...I like stretchin' out." Jason thought a moment about what Eric had said about his blood. He didn't remember drinking from the vampire, but he didn't really remember being found by the Viking, either. "So 'cause I drank lots of it, I'm just healed and shit?" There seemed to be no downside there, really. And Sookie drank Bill's blood before, he knew that. And she was normal. Well, as far as Sookie normal went.

He smiled at the attractive dope's poor understanding of things, and empty worries. "Direct from the source, the blood of a vampire is quite different, I assure you. You do not feel disoriented, do you Jason Stackhouse? Or the ache for more of what you have been given?" He smirked, because while there would not be an ache, there would be a taste.

"Huh, no I don't. It's like goin' from crack to vitamins." Jason nodded with a grin, glad that drinking from Eric had been a good thing. "Hey, I been told about the whole owing shit vamps do. I don't have to like...work for you now or nothin' do I? Since you saved me?" Jason had no idea how close he had come to being a fresh vampire, though. In his mind, if you were still alive when you got the vampire blood, you would just be healed. After being reassured that he was just a panther now, he didn't think it had even been a possibility for him. "I'ma tell you one thing: I ain't goin' back to them panthers. Not after they tied me up and did all kinds of wrong at me."


"Very well. I will let you out." The tone Eric used was almost like one that an owner utilized when talking to a pet, endeared to him but submissive to his will. Was the suggested state of things really so further from the truth? After naughtily caressing the metal of the buckle, Eric finally unclasped it, patiently lifting up the bottom half of the casket to reveal the svelte pieces of man-meat that collectively made whatever a Jason Stackhouse was. After he let his eyes subtly admire what he could now see, for a few moments, Eric stepped to a side, and assisted Jason in getting out of the coffin, once he sat up and looked around, hesitating in decision as to how best to get out without falling or making a mess of the delicate, silky insides of the luxury casket. Perhaps too, the blood was talking again, telling Jason not to make a fool of himself in front of Eric, who he would find he now felt the need to answer to, and oblige towards. He probably wouldn't even think anything of it either, unless he really thought about it. And he was Jason, what did he really think about?

Eric spotted the hesitation and deemed it an opportunity of dual nature; to help and to handle. The vampire firmly slipped his hands around Jason's ribs and lifted him out of the coffin with no effort, placing him down seamlessly at his side, turning as he did so, like Jason weighed no more than an empty cardboard box. He smirked again, before removing his firm yet unpunishing grip from the warm flesh that was so filthy and torn last night' now so clean and golden, without a mark. "Now, you won't leave this basement will you Jason Stackhouse? That wouldn't please me at all." Though all Eric could do was guess how much his blood had influenced Jason towards him, he prided himself on being a very good guess. He'd lived long enough to sense the likes. He didn't have any doubt that Jason would do as suggested. The vampire's tone was deceitfully friendly and inviting.

"Thanks there, Eric. I am glad you saved me and all so thank ya for that, too." Jason sat up, stretching his arms and twisting his back a little, looking around. He was set pretty high above the ground, too. "So how uh-" but Eric helped him out, literally, saving Jason from hurting himself even more. He did feel like a kid again, then, as he was lifted. "Fuck I ain't ever been picked up like that. Except one time when I got tackled real hard in a game. But that hurt, and this was like a ride." Jason shrugged and grinned, looking up at the vampire. He shook his head quickly as Eric suggested he might want to leave.

"Hell no I ain't leavin'. I ain't rude or nothin' on purpose. And them panthers might still be lookin' for me, and they ain't gonna fuck with you." Jason was confident that staying with Eric was the best decision right now. He'd been healed, cleaned, and clothed in really comfy stuff. Why would he want to leave? Besides, he really didn't want to make Eric mad.

"And what does a Jason Stackhouse like to eat? It is a little late for breakfast, but I suppose your current, unique dilemma requires for an exception to human traditions?" he sarcastically quipped, seeming inexplicably brilliant even in just the way he stood there and looked at Jason. It was like, if Eric burped, no one could do it better. The more time spent with him, it just become more obvious how awesome he was.

"You were in a shape of dire circumstance when I discovered your broken body, Jason Stackhouse. What was left of your blood had been diseased, and your scent was of inbred women and animal feces. You look much better now," Eric complimented. Even something as subtle as that from him was pretty impressive, something to be proud of, as the tall vampire looked him up and down, seeming pleased with the display. "I fed you all that I could before leaving you in the hands of fate, and had your body cleaned by one of the dancers. Do not worry, I glamoured her not to make devious use of you. She won't even remember how she came to your assistance. Furthermore, she was more than happy to oblige before I took hold of her soul. Of course. And who could blame her?" More compliments and casual flirtation. But why did it seem fun and awesome instead of creepy and irritating? Another Eric thing? Definitely.

"Well I like me some burgers and beer. But I think-" he cast his gaze to one side, mouth pulling up at one side as he thought "-yeah, somethin' with meat sounds good. Like steak or um...yeah steak. A Jason Stackhouse like me likes his steak." Jason pointed at himself with a thumb and a smile, nodding. He sniffed himself as Eric spoke about his previous scent. His eyes widened momentarily as he realized that he knew how he smelled, but had never smelled it like this before. Curious, he looked over Eric, wondering if he could smell the vampire, too.

"Thanks again man. You put me back to lookin' like this, y'know." Jason was very happy that whoever cleaned him hadn't tried to get all over his dick. "I had way too many girls gettin' it the last few nights. I'm sure she was hot and all but...well, bein' raped by a ton of panther chicks ain't exactly all that fun." Jason seemed over that, though, as Eric complimented him again. He liked how the vampire did that.

"How nice it is that you have lived. Now...what use to make of you." Eric obviously had no distain for admitting that Jason, in some ways, was now indebted to him, in spite of the Stackhouse's opposed attitude towards it, spoken earlier. Eric just seemed so carefree and satisfied; like a vamp who had royal blood on tap, and immunity to the sun.

"I'm glad I did, too. I guess I could work here. Or somethin'. I dunno, what can ya do with a panther guy?" He looked up at the vampire with honest curiosity. "We both got surprised that normal Jason can get turned into panther guy, so uh...I dunno, I could...test out what I can do now for ya?" Jason wondered what kind of abilities he had now, with this new thing. He'd worry about hurting someone, but if it was just Eric, then it'd be alright. Besides, he wouldn't want to escape and kill someone on accident, whenever he became a panther. When would that be, again?

"I'll see what I can do." Eric didn't have to halt his gaze to make sure of that; he lacked the indecision of a mortal, he knew what he could do and the list was far longer than that of which he could not. There was an unspoken, intangible confidence about him that impossibly translated. No mortal could parallel. Then again, could any vampire, superior in age or otherwise? Jason would get his cooked, glazed slices of dead animal. Eric smiled at the thought of how Jason must have looked when he ate, and how unsophisticatedly he must have used a knife and fork, if he did at all. He also found it frightfully appealing, how Jason had uniquely responded to being raped, as a man. It didn't seem to bother him much at all; no signs of emasculation or trauma whatsoever. More like somebody had let the air out of one of his tires. He was an interesting fool, this Stackhouse. Perhaps more interesting than his relative, even with familiarly flaxen tresses of elegant length, breasts and potent fairy blood on her side.

"I am fond of you Jason Stackhouse." Eric squoze his meaty shoulder, deceptive in that it felt meatier than it looked, another thing to like. It seemed a simple thing could have intriguing layers. "Perhaps after we have fed you, you can join me in the bar. Perhaps we can find a woman for you to fuck. I will share her with you, if you like." Such daring, provocative ideas and words, and yet Eric seemed of the present nature that he was speaking about something no more risqué than the local weather. Something less profound, even. Just looking at him seemed so uplifting, to; it seemed to brighten the mood and make things a lot more fun. He seemed naughty, but nice. The last part was an erroneous appearance.

"Already done me lots of good, and I ain't complaining one bit." Whatever Eric could get for him that was food, Jason would be happy to have. Hell, he was a vampire, so there wasn't much use for food. Except they were at the bar he owned. Did they sell food? Jason had never checked before. "I like you too, Eric. You're a good guy, uh, vamp." Jason returned the friendly gesture, wondering just why Sookie didn't like him. Sure he'd done that thing to Lafayette, but he'd also been selling V a lot. He didn't think his friend deserved it, but he couldn't blame a vampire for trying to find out where their kind was disappearing to. Especially not Eric, because...well, maybe just because Jason liked him.

"Shit, I ain't shared a girl since high school. But that'd be fun. Like a reunion or somethin', cept I'm the only one who'd done it before." Jason wondered if that was right, though. Maybe Eric had. He was old, as he kept reminding himself.

"And if you would like-" he finally stated, placing a hand back on Jason's shoulder after removing it, squeezing it more than once this time, kneading it in a fashion, enjoying it more and letting Jason know it. The act still seemed too casual and indiscriminate, "-perhaps, if you are really good, I will let you have some more of my blood. Would you like that, Jason Stackhouse?" his eyes bled with glorious, beautiful curses, crowning his wicked grin, overpowering and infectious of intent. "And for my hospitality, maybe you would offer me some of yours. It would be only fair, wouldn't it Jason Stackhouse? We are friends now after all." He let his hand fall from grip of Jason's shoulder, fingers skidding randomly as it passed the length of Jason's shoulder without refined direction.

The Stackhouse brother nodded, looking like an excited child for a moment, as Eric made more offers. "I don't remember what it tasted like, but it made me feel really good. Fuck, I'd like that a whole bunch. And yeah, we're friends now, so I'd let ya have a bite." That's how friendship worked between vampires and humans, right? Jason looked skeptical, or nervous, for a moment after he said so. "But uh, I ain't ever been bit before so...just be uh...gentle." He rose his eyebrows at the center, but Jason was sure Eric wouldn't hurt him. And it really was only fair if Eric got to drink from him a little bit. Before this night, he might not have felt this way at all. But he was a new Jason now.

"Did I make a mistake Jason?" he asked, unexpectedly, since when did a vampire like Eric ever consider that he was wrong, or seek advisement from a simple-minded guy like Jason, "Have my interests been placed in the wrong Stackhouse all along?" he ended with a knowing smirk. The question had seemed to be rhetorical. Fortunately Jason did not know what that was.

"Aw hell, I can't go up to the bar wearin' just runnin' pants." Jason looked down, and then up again, confused and feeling strangely tickled as Eric ran a hand across his chest. "Mistake? I dunno man, I got to live and not get caught again, so I think no?" He had no clue what Eric meant by it, but it didn't bother him. "And Sook wasn't out gettin' all banged up by panthers or nothin', so ya done right."

"Do I look like I would hurt you, Jason Stackhouse?" The answer should have been yes, definitely, but for some reason it was not, nor did it need to be spoken. Eric liked that. He wondered what it was that had Jason so easily obliged to him, beyond the vampiric blood in his veins. It was curious in a way worth thinking about. Most things did not puzzle Eric so much as they hindered, infuriated or bore him. He almost felt the urge to laugh as Jason misunderstood what he had asked, completely oblivious to it. In some ways, taking him under devious wing would be far too easy. So then, it might be prudent for Eric not to be so spiteful. Instead, he would simply present Jason with choices. Ironically, he realized he had already taken that tact with the apparent werepanther. That was unusual.

"Nah. You had lots of time to hurt me before, but you did the opposite instead, and that was nice." Maybe Eric could hurt him, but Jason didn't think he would. If Sookie just gave him a chance like he was doing, she wouldn't hate him so much. Then again, Jason hadn't seen Eric do half of the things his sister had witnessed. His perspective may have been a little skewed on that.

"Are you cold?" Eric asked, quickly sliding his suit jacket from his arms as he spoke to Jason, without any second thought or need to look at what he was doing. He then unbuttoned his shirt and pressed it to Jason's chest until he accepted it, placing his suit jacket back on. This look on Eric actually did not look accidental, maybe even more elective that previous, somehow. He smirked, stepping back and turning towards the stairway. "I will have Pam go through my things. Perhaps we have something else for you to wear other than those athletic bottoms." He was sure. After all, Fangtasia was his second home, technically his first since he hardly ever got to spend time at his real dwelling place.

"Thanks-" he waited until Eric glanced away to take a sniff of it, catching a distinct scent. This werepanther thing was pretty cool. "-I ain't cold or nothin' though. I feel kinda warm, I think. Like I been working all day, and not sleepin' in a box." Jason pulled the shirt on, frowning at the buttons as he started doing them up. He got about halfway and stopped, rolling the sleeves up as well, without thinking Eric might not want his clothes treated that way. He started to follow the vampire, thinking Eric looked more like he belonged in a fashion show now.

"I like you, Jason Stackhouse. I trust you are fond of me in return." Less intended as a question, but said more as a statement, and claim that Eric already knew that. On one hand it was rude that he keep making such statements, as if he had a right to tell others how they felt, but then whatever he suggested always seemed too right. Right?

"Hell yeah, you're mah buddy now. Anybody who takes care of me like that really is a friend. And I like ya, too." He hesitated at the bottom of the stairs, but he had a feeling there weren't any other panthers in the club. Jason knew Eric wouldn't let them in if they tried, either. "So you want me to wait down here for clothes then? I can do that." Jason didn't know how big the building was. If Eric hadn't told him they were in Fangtasia, he would have never guessed it. It could be a gigantic maze all around, and he'd never know.

Eric smiled, looking over his shoulder somewhat as he received Jason's last words, zipping of in a blur of vampire speed, up the stairs and to the bar. When he arrived there, he was soon greeted with the troubled posture of Pam's punishing pose. This amused him, though on some occasions, it offended. She strutted over to him, speaking to her maker where he stood, on the opposite side of the bar, not sharing eye contact or looking utterly impressed at all.


"You gave him your shirt Eric? What are you now, the groomer of French poets during the revolution all over again?" She rolled her eyes and took off her gloves, as though getting ready to hit something, and soon. At least, that was her impulse. She would never raise a hand to her maker, or any of his charges, however she might have felt them beneath him. "Pam. Always so full of approval and joy, for those I take interest in." Eric quipped back at her, hitting her like the slung leash of a sharp and painful whip. She should have known better than to insult her Eric, but then he had taught her tongue to be sharp and would not like it if softer.

"Anyway," she diverted, because fuck knows the topic would drive her to impaling her own skull with the heel of one of her stilettos, if continued, "That werewolf Herveaux is here to see you, big and smart as a box of rocks as always. Fuck knows why he wastes my time thinking I care." Eric enjoyed when Pam scathed others who usually didn't deserve it at all. It reminded him that he had chosen well, in taking her as his progeny. Alcide approached, prompting Pam to leave without a goodbye.

"Alcide Hervaeux. To what do I owe the honour?" Eric sarcastically asked, humble to no werewolf, no matter how big or burly. "Eric..." Alcide was distracted, turning his head quickly to a side and taking a sniff at the air, "-you got Sookie's brother down there? And a panther?" Eric closed his eyes and grinned widely, grasping two of the drinks pumps before leaning forward and deeper into Alcide's personal space. His voice that came thereafter, was particularly husky and haunting, however softly deep as always.

"Something like that. Now, if you'd be so kind...what business would you care to discuss?" Alcide really didn't like Eric at all, nor was he comfortable around him. And yet, in the most unlikely way, Eric was a vampire of his word, which made him more trustworthy than others. Eric glanced around at the crowds of vamps and fangbangers, no need to reserve fear for what Alcide might ever do to him. The thought of the good-natured werewolf even trying to harm him…Eric couldn't take that seriously. He did like the large shifter though. For a wolf.


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