I do not own any of the True Blood characters, they belong to Charlaine Harris and HBO.
It amazed her how quickly the darkness caught up with her and she was nowhere near her destination. She wasn't in the dark for long as the bright moon rose quickly above the horizon. Reflecting on how beautiful the woods were in the moonlight she noticed the quiet. It was in fact too quiet as wood do not tend to have a mute setting, it was obvious something was amiss. Increasing her speed she walked deeper into the woods. The eerie quiet followed her.
The vegetation became denser and trees seem to close in around her, slowing her down. Eventually she made it out to a clearing in the woods, the moon failed to provide much illumination as clouds rolled in and she was forced to navigate in the dark once again. Pausing in the middle of the clearing to calculate her next move she heard a deep growl.
"It couldn't be" she thought out loud.
Werewolves were no known to hang around Shreveport. The growl broke through the quiet once again, there was no mistaken it. She sighed.
The clouds passed and the moon shone brightly over her, proving her suspicions to be true. A pack of werewolves surrounded her standing just a few feet away. The leader stood in front of her, he was a good foot larger than the rest, his dark fur was standing up and his eyes glowed from the excitement of the kill.
She didn't have to read his thoughts to know how much he yearned to tear her up in pieces. She should have known better then to venture into the woods of an area she barely knew, but it would take much more than werewolves to make her take the detour.
The leader stepped towards her releasing yet another growl.
She showed no fear standing calmly while maintaining full eye contact.
He was not deterred by her calm demeanor. Foolish he thought knowing that she was only acting calm because most humans were taught to show no fear when faced with wolves. It became a game to him to see how far he could push her before she yelled and ran in fear. Howling he advanced another step towards her expecting this to be the move that makes her run.
She didn't run. She smiled at him, confused by her reaction he watched as her hands reached behind her back producing two guns from the back of her jeans. She held one gun in each hand.
"I believe silver is still your metal of choice boys" her voice was playful as pointed one gun at him and the other at the wolf directing opposite of him.
The other wolves stepped back at the sight of the gun, he but he would not be backing down. He released a deep growl signaling for the rest to go in for the kill. As every wolf went at her, she jumped up high spinning mid-air. Firing only six times she landed back on the ground surrounded by six naked bodies all with bullet holes between their eyes.
She wedged the guns back into her jeans and covered them with her shirt. Looking over their bodies she felt a sense of guilt as it didn't please her to take a life be it supernatural or otherwise. Her only solace was the fact that she had given them plenty of time to back away and be it someone else in her place they wouldn't have hesitated to tear them apart.
"What's done is done" she sighed looking around the clearing. She wondered if she should leave them here to be found or bury them. But then there was another sound that caught her attention.
Clapping? She looked around wondering if her ears betrayed her, but they did not. In the middle of the woods surrounded by six dead werewolves she heard it again: loud, distinct clapping. Before she had a chance to question who was there, he emerged from the dense vegetation. The moonlight illuminating his perfect face, he wore a tight black shirt and loose jeans, his dirty blond hair slicked back, his piercing blue eyes stared straight at her, somewhat impressed by what they've seen.
"Simply magnificent" he uttered
Her attraction to him was instant. No! she fought the urge to stare at him, blaming the attraction on adrenalin, endorphins or whatever it was that made her act so out of character.
"Did you enjoy the show?" still not fully in control of her emotions her voice came off abrasive.
"Tremendously" he oozed sexiness.
"Glad I could provide some entertainment to make the night go by, but I should be elsewhere"
Turning away from him she stepped over one of the bodies and made her way towards the opposite end of the clearing. At once he stood in front of her.
"We're not done"
"Is that so?" she mocked the seriousness of his tone.
"What are you?" his voice was more demanding.
"The great Eric Northman baffled by my origin" keeping a straight face it was obvious that it pleased her to see his reaction when she said his name.
"You certainly did you research"
In one swift move he pinned her to the ground, laying on top of her just inches away from her neck. He looked her over unable to detect much difference in her from any other human. She was beautiful, long brown hair, porcelain skin and light blue eyes. Her looks no doubt had caught his interest, but he was more intrigued to know what made her act so confident around him and why she knew his name. She didn't flinch as his fangs snapped out, but he could hear her heart beat faster.
"Your hand in my thigh" she smiled slightly
"Does that make you uncomfortable?"
"Not at all, just figured if you wanted answers you'll reach much lower"
Not about to refuse the invitation. His ran his hand slowly down her leg until he was about to reach her foot and then he felt it. A wooden stake was fastened to her ankle covered only by the bottom of her pants.
"A slayer?" he was genuinely surprised.
Just as swiftly she was able to free herself and get on top, pinning him to the ground with one hand and now holding a stake to his heart with another. Her loose hair fell over her face, her eyes sparkled.
"What's the matter Viking, didn't think we existed"
His eyes darted to the stake that rested right over his heart "Must admit I didn't"
"And do you know why?"
"Should I?"
He saw her weakness right away. She was enjoying a bit too much having him under her control. It would be easy to lure her in with a false sense of security. He knew she didn't stand a chance against him, but it was his curiosity to see what her next move will be that prevented him from draining her.
"Because not one vampire we encountered lived to tell about it…" she knew she could have phrased that better "Is lived the right word to use?" she wondered out loud
He laughed and pushed her off of him. She flew across the clearing hitting a large tree on the other side. The impact stunned her for a second, giving him a chance to gain full control. He pressed her against the tree, his body dangerously close to hers. She realized immediately that the stake was no longer in her hand. She saw it in the middle of the clearing in the same spot from which she was thrown . Darn it she thought. He brushed her bangs away from her face revealing cut on her forehead. He wiped the blood of it with his finger and tasted it.
"Mmm..." the excitement of drinking her blood overtook his control "Delicious"
She seized the opportunity to push him away. Her little frame produced quiet a force as he went flying towards the opposite side of the clearing. Immediately she rushed to the spot where she dropped the stake. It was too late, smiling smugly as he stood in that spot covering the stake with his left foot.
"Did killing a few baby vamps make you believe you can take on a real vampire" he mocked her.
His comment made her laugh.
"You're still talking because I am letting you. You can't even imagine how quickly I can end you"
"Prove it"
The challenge was too good to pass up. She took a step back, quickly planning her next move. He was the first to advance as their fight ensued. To call it a fight would be an understatement, it was an art form. As they glided across the clearing at speed not even possible for a human to see let alone reach, every hit was blocked, every advance anticipated.
It lasted half an hour before he saw his chance to take her down. He lunged at her, but she had time to jump out of the way and he was only able to grab her shirt. He stopped for a second looking at the ripped shirt in his hand, his focus quickly shifted to her. She stood just a foot away from him, now wearing a white tank top.
"Disappointing" he expected to see her in less clothing.
She smiled slightly. That smile faded as he went in for another attack and she had to focus. Her focus served her well as she managed to avert every move he made towards her until her foot hit a rock which shifted her focus for just a second, and it was all the distraction that he needed. Once again she was pinned to the ground. Her breath was steady, her eyes reflected full control, not an ounce of fear he was so used to seeing in the eyes of his prey. In fact her eyes reflected the excitement that the challenge arose in her. She loved every second of the battle and perhaps that was the reason she had yet to show him what she was capable off.
"Give up" his breath felt cool against her skin.
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" she teased
"The only thing I'd like is to drain every drop of blood out of you" he tilted her head up exposing her neck.
As he went in for her neck she lifted her knee high enough to push him off, sending him flying into a nearby tree, his right arm went through a small branch that was sticking out. He winced from the pain as blood dripped from his wound. Slowly walking towards him, she smiling as she watched him struggle to get free.
"Didn't your maker ever teach you not to play with your food?"
She broke the branch and pulled it out of his arm, the pain must have been unbearable but he managed to take it. She looked over the wound and shook her head.
"This won't heal quickly, too many splinters left in there?"
He grabbed her by the neck with his other hand and pinned her to the same tree.
"Perhaps a willing donor could help it heal" he didn't waste time waiting for her reaction as he bit in her neck releasing a groan from the pleasure as her hot blood hit his lips. She didn't struggle allowing him to drink.
Minutes passed and he showed no intention of slowing down. She started to feel lightheaded and shoved him away from her. The effect of blood loss was evident as she only managed to push him a few feet away. Instantly he was in front of her again.
"I wasn't done" he grabbed her pulling her to him.
He went in for her neck again which gave her the perfect opportunity to test out a theory. She kissed him. There was a myth some slayer spoke off, yet not one had the courage to test out. It's been said that the sexual connection between vampires and slayer was unlike anything else on earth. As soon as her lips touched his, she knew it had to be true. There were no words to adequately describe the passion that she felt for him, and judging by the intensity of his kiss she knew he felt it too.
"Enough" the voice exuded anger
Reluctantly they stopped, finally noticing Russell Edgington who stood over six naked bodies steaming from anger.
Russell's presence caught Eric off guard, kings were not known to venture into his area unannounced.
"That's twelve this week alone" Russell's stare was aimed at her alone.
"I had no idea they were yours" she played dumb "Maybe you should mark them"
Eric chuckled, which only arose more anger from Russell
"Why are you here?" he hissed at Eric
"I could ask the same of you"
Eric was too smug for Russell's liking, but he had no time to teach him a lesson. He beckoned for her and she willingly walked towards him. It enraged him even more to see blood on her neck around the now healed wounds.
"You let him taste you?"
"A worthy adversary deserves a little treat." She smiled innocently at Russell
He turned to Eric "I'll deal with you later"
Grabbing her by her hand he shoved her towards two horses that were grazing nearby, she quickly mounted the brown horse and Russell took the white one. Without wasting time on pleasantries they galloped into the woods, leaving Eric all alone to wonder. What was her name? And what the hell was Russell doing with a slayer?
