Chapter 1
Northern Wind
"It's impossible," Pam slapped down a file onto Eric's desk, taking a seat in one of the chairs. "I've checked with every possible source. Nothing can bring a vampire back to life."
Eric turned his eyes to her, scanning her face, the way her eyes stayed focused to the side.
"Don't lie to me, Pam."
Pam sighed and crossed her legs. "I don't even understand why you want to be human. They're disgusting little creatures. All weak," her nose curled in disgust "and raisin-y when they become old."
"It is what Sookie wants. If it is the only way I can have her, then so be it."
Pam rested her head on her hand. "Because I love you, I'll tell you what the word on the street's been. Do you believe in angels?"
"Angels?" Eric raised an eyebrow. "Maybe."
"Yeah, well, apparently their blood has been known to bring the dead back to life. Corpses and such, don't know about vampires."
"Are you sure this will work?"
Pam scoffed. "Hello no, I'm not sure. You'll probably burn to ashes or something before you get close enough to an angel to try. It's suicide. All for Ms. Mcfairy."
"This isn't just for Sookie. I have the AVL and The Authority after me. It will be harder to control me if I am human."
"Whatever," grumbled Pam. "You know I'm here if there's anything you need."
"You're dismissed."
"So does this mean I'm forgiven? For the whole Moon Goddess Emporium incident?"
"All this means, Pam, is that you are dismissed."
"I hope you're not seriously considering wasting your time trying to find an angel," she got up from the chair and backed away towards the door. "Every aspect of this mission is impossible."
"When you have lived two thousand years," said Eric, looking not look at anything in particular, "you realize that nothing is ever truly impossible."
He suddenly bolted upright as Pam shut the door. There was a quick beat that reverberated throughout his body and jolted him awake, in the unpleasant way that signaled Sookie was distressed.
"Sookie!"
He arrived at her-technically his-house, and busted through the front door. Two puddles of blood were pooling on the floor, and in his panic, he had assumed for a second that one was her's.
"Oh, God, Sookie," he kneeled down beside her, examining the lump she held in her arms, the lump that had once been Tara.
Sookie tried to form words, but her throat was raw, her mind blank, the way it had been when Gran had died.
"Give her to me," ordered Eric. Sookie eased her onto Eric's lap, wiping the tears angrily away from her eyes.
"Can you help her?" she asked.
"I can try," he said. "Is Bill here?"
She shook her head 'no', which was surprising, seeing as how he always came running in the past.
"I'm going to have to ask you to go into the living room, is that okay with you?"
"No," she shook her head. "No, I'm not leaving Tara."
"Alright, then. You might want to look away."
Eric turned his attention to the crook of Tara's. He felt it with his finger, making sure her blood was still warm.
"Eric?" Sookie's eyebrows furrowed as she backed away. "Eric, what are you doing? Eric!"
He sunk his fangs into the crook of her neck, sucking up the last bits of her blood like a child sucks up the last bit of juice from the bottom of the pouch. He nipped at his wrist and held it to Tara's mouth, fragments of her broken head falling to the floor.
"Help me get my blood in her. It has to get into her stomach for it to work."
"You're turning her into a vampire?" she asked.
"We don't have any time to waste, help me!"
She scrambled into action, hurrying to where Eric sat with Tara and tilted her head so that the blood could go down easier. When he thought she had enough in her, Eric removed his wrist.
"Are you hurt?"
"No, I'm fine," said Sookie. "Do you think this will really work?"
"Only time will tell," said Eric. "It works on those who are near death, sure. But those who've had their brain-," he stopped, realizing what he was about to say would be offensive. Not like he'd care with anyone else, but this was Sookie. "those who've been dead for a while, I don't know if it'll work. Help me get her down to the cubby."
Eric grabbed her shoulders and Sookie her legs, and together they transported her down to the cubby as best as they could.
Sookie washed the blood off her hands in the sink. She felt his presence behind her and whipped around, leaning away from him and against the sink.
"Thanks for your help cleaning up. I'm going to call Alcede in the morning."
"You should have killed the werewolf the first time she came after you. This would have otherwise never happened. Your kindness will be he fall of you, Sookie Stackhouse."
She frowned and looked him up and down, pushing away from the sink and sitting down on the living room couch.
"Don't you act like I'm sort of angel, Eric Northman. I've killed many and I can defend myself just fine."
He sat down next to her, his eyes scanned the creases of her face that were always there when she was mad at him. The moonlight in her hair, the curve of her lip, the way her skin glowed in the way the living's only could.
"I always thought Bill was a fool for falling for you. But now I understand, and I can't even explain it myself, but you're...you're...something else completely."
"I'm part fairy, stupid," she smiled despite the circumstances. "And we've had this conversation already. Don't go flirting with me now, because I've made up my mind and it ain't gonna change. There's too much hurt in it for both of us if we become anything more than acquaintances."
"Because I'm not human?"
"No! No, of course not. There's more to it than that."
"I'll never give you children," he said soberly, his voice soft enough to be the wind blowing on the crook of her neck. "I'll never take you to the beach and play with you in the warm sand. You'd never be safe with me, be normal with me. Your life was normal before Bill came along, and now look at it, it's a mess, isn't it? If I could, I'd go back and change it all. I'd kill the Queen before she ever sent Bill Compton here."
"Oh, Eric," her lip quivered from the love he had for her. In all honesty, she didn't think she deserved it. "You've grown so much. It's unbelievable."
"Hypothetically speaking," he said, sitting up straighter. "If I found a way to become human, would you run away with me? Start over with me, or something of the sort?"
She reeled backwards, fumbling to form words. "That's not possible!"
"But if it was though, what would you say? Be honest."
"I don't know," she said, searching his eyes. "I don't know what I'd say. I would have liked to meet you as a human, though. I imagine you were something else completely, too."
"If only you had you been born two thousand years in the past, Sookie. I would have liked you to see me then too," he smiled. "I was a viking prince."
"No way!" she laughed.
"Way."
"Did you wear those big horned helmets?"
He squinted in fake contemplation and shook his head. "No, no, I don't think I did. You'd usually find me out at sea, either conquering distant lands or fishing. Once, I caught a fish so big, everyone took a day off to feast with the king and his son. It was a big deal at the time."
She smiled and raised her eyebrows in confusion. "Had to be one hell of a fish."
"Oh, it was. It was this big," he raised his hands up to show her.
"Eric, fish don't get that big. I think the animal you're thinking about is a darn dog."
"Well, my memory is a bit hazy."
A second passed, two, in which nothing was said. They stared into each other's eyes as if they were both trying to speak telepathically, waiting for the fog to rise so they'd know each other's exact thoughts.
"I think I should go, before the sun begins to rise," he said finally.
Eric stood up from the couch and dusted himself off. "Call me if Tara wakes up."
"Oh, you know I will. Good-" he zoomed out the house and into the dark, slamming the door behind him.
"...bye."
I don't have the best history of being able to finish projects, but hopefully I'll be able to get this done. Let me know what you thought. Oh and, true to the show, each chapter is named after a song. :)