Actually Undead
Chapter 1: Breakout
Summary: Breaking out from an asylum Sookie has been sent to for the wrong reasons, she meets a stranger, who helps her getting away.
I met him on my escape from the asylum where I had been sent to recently. I knew that it wasn't the right place for me the moment I stepped over the threshold, because being a rebellious girl isn't a reason to be admitted to such a place where normally people with serious problems should be treated (my ability to read people's minds was something no one knew about). After 48 hours of being sedated and surveyed, I was alone; my mind became clear again and my decision was clear: I wanted to escape as quickly as possible and never return again. It would probably be best to try it at night, when everyone was asleep. I gathered the necessary information to get away when my room was shown to me. They had to open and lock many doors and the wardens thought of it as being the same boring routine over and over again. They hoped that something would change soon – a welcome change would be the loss of the keys which used to hang at the same place for years.
After a few days, I pretended to have recovered gradually (a full recovery after a few days wouldn't be credible to anyone). "That's such a great effort you're making, Ms. Stackhouse," the nurse said. "Only a few days and a few treatments left for you, and you'll be released." She was thinking what a strange case I was and what a relief it would be to have one patient less to take care of. I hid the pills under my tongue and spit them out when the nurse was gone. "I really appreciate the time I can spend here to improve myself. I will surely not forget it." That was a big fat lie, of course and lying was something I rarely did, but sometimes you have to make a little exception and do things you usually dislike. Pretending to be grateful for those attempts to cure my "bad" behaviour with treatments that weren't even appropriate when they were created, 200 years ago, was a sacrifice I gladly made, knowing that the attention of the nurses would definitely not be concentrated on me tonight. Cold baths only make you catch a cold, but it doesn't contribute to your mental health – not that I had any problems with that, either. I was just being honest to people, sometimes a bit cheeky when they thought something rude – that they didn't like it was their problem, not mine.
When I was sure everyone was asleep (you can tell that from the brain impulses you get – they sound like the buzzing of bees and don't send out the signals they usually do), I began my escape. We weren't locked in our rooms, only those who were sleep walking or had attempted to escape as well (their attempts failed, because they didn't have the necessary information I had). Everything went well and I was making my way across the lawn when I saw lights in the windows. Uh-oh. That was not a good thing to see, because I knew I had to hide quickly. Looking back I oversaw a root and stumbled. It didn't hurt pretty much and I was ready to get up again, when I saw that person, whose skin glowed white in the moonlight. I thought of one word: Vampire. Vampires came out of the coffin two years ago and up to that time I never met anyone of them so I couldn't exactly judge if he was good or bad. "Come with me," he said and offered his hand. I took it and got up, only now realising that my followers had already made their way to me.
"I'm Eric. Eric Northman. Pleased to make your acquaintance," he said and kissed the back of my hand. His accent was slightly unusual like it came from another era, many hundred years ago. It sounded Scandinavian, but I wasn't exactly sure about it. The way he looked would fit the assumption, though. 6'4'' tall, blonde and the deepest blue eyes I was sure I could lose myself into made a remarkable impression on me. I liked him right from the start, although I had the hunch that you wouldn't want to have him as your enemy, because he'd be capable of doing bad things had he been pissed of by someone. It actually turned out to be true.
I don't know how they finally got us, but Eric didn't seem scared and I immediately knew why. His fangs were out, but I wasn't afraid or terrified somehow. "One more move and you're going to be history," he snarled. "What will you do against five people attacking you?", one of the wardens asked. Apparently he hadn't heard about the supernatural strength of vamps. Then everything happened really fast. The men attacked Eric and faster than you could say "Holly Molly" they were flying through the air, crashing down somewhere nearby. I could hear their bones crack. "Humans. So fragile yet so delicious," he said. Okay, now I was a little terrified and said "I hope you're not gonna kill me. First saving me and playing the gentle-vamp and then making a meal out of me would be very rude." He laughed. "You don't have to be scared. We usually don't kill the people we feed on. We learned to contain ourselves over the years."
A/N: Disclaimer, all the characters belong to Charlaine Harris