Ch. 1 Into the Sun
Prologue
The world was saved. Violet Amor Knight, the almost fully fledged demigod, sacrificed herself to not only save Earth, but the man she loved…Eric Northman.
Eric's P.O.V.
9 p.m.
It's been 1,095 days and nights since I have killed you. It's been 1,095 days and nights since I have kissed you, held you, tasted your blood…
I swore I heard your heart beat. I know I did when they let me see you one last time. You were cold, pale, but still I knew I heard it. As my bloody tears stained your white dress- it was there. But they grabbed me and thrust me back to Earth, back to this hell. For any life without you is no life at all. This is why my love I cannot take it any longer.
I tried- I tried to do what you told me before the door sucked your precious life out of you. But I could not be strong. You were my strength, and now that you are truly gone I cannot go on any longer. So I will wait here. I, the murderer of soon both of us, will stand on this rooftop of this building, and wait to meet the sun. I will end what you stopped three years ago. Dear Violet, please forgive me…
Pam's P.O.V.
It was night and something in the air felt terribly wrong. Ever since Violet sacrificed herself Eric has not been the same. At first he fought the gods to let him see her, and finally it was Max that was able to convince them to give Eric just a few moments with Violet's dead body. After he came tumbling out of the clouds and landed on the ground just outside my house. When I went to him he looked like a god had beaten to almost total death. From what he told me, it was Athena. She beat him till again Max stepped in, and then she cast him to Earth.
Since then he didn't want to be around anyone. He retreated to his Island for almost three years leaving me here in Shreveport where I had Fangtasia rebuilt and ran the business as my own. I made sure to extend it a little with a few V.I.P. rooms, but other than that it was the old bar my maker had made such a great business. Even with Eric gone business was still amazing, but it was not the same. Nothing was the same.
When Eric came back he just stayed at Fangtasia. He didn't want to talk to anyone, feed from anyone or anything, and most importantly he never wanted to be interrupted when he was drawing in the basement.
One night after I was done closing I went down stairs of Fangtasia to check up on him. Normally this would be his drawing time, but I didn't seem to bother him as I looked at what he was drawing. My eyes opened wide when I saw picture after picture of Violet. They were masterpieces. Every single one of them was beautiful, practically a photograph. Then I saw an actual photo of Violet and Eric lying on a small table beside him, smiling. I remembered the night it was taken. It was just any other night with Violet being her regular dorky self. She was taking pictures of me and a few others of the employees until she got to Eric. When she asked him to smile he of course gave one of his seductive faces, but she asked him again for a true smile. At first it seemed he didn't know what to do until Violet handed me the camera and asked for me to take a picture of them. I obliged and watched as she gave him a kiss on the cheek and then asked him to once more smile with her. When it was over and I looked back at the picture on the digital camera, I could see it was a legitimate face of happiness. That is what Violet was: happiness.
However tonight something in me was screaming something bad was going to happen. So I went to the bar in search for my maker and couldn't find him. I began to panic and tried to call him but he never answered or anything. I had no choice but to call Bill and Sam. Preferably I would have liked to do this on my own, but this was Eric we were talking about so I told them to meet me at Fangtasia in the back office.
"Something is wrong," I stated and paced.
"It's been wrong ever since-"Bill tried to interject but now was not the time to bring up Violet. It was time to try and find Eric and hand cuff him to the basement if I had to.
"I know Compton. I mean it's worse than ever. I can't feel the bond totally to Eric. It's like he's blocking me…"
Sam looked like he was deep in thought when I laid eyes on him. "She really saved us all three years ago."
"A remarkable woman," Bill sighed and I had to hold back my bloody tears that wanted to spill. Truth, it hurt every day knowing Violet was gone, but I didn't want to lose Eric too. I would face the true death if I did.
"We have to find him. I just know something bad is going to happen."
Athena's P.O.V.
I watched from Olympus as the Viking stood atop the tall building waiting to die. Dawn would be up in a few hours and he would finally perish to the true death just like my daughter had. My joy, my pride, my little girl- the only thing that kept me from not giving up my immortality and taking my own life after my father ripped me from her so many years ago was now dead. Her body lain upon a soft bed surrounded by a glass case just like Snow White. I had the case put in a room built just for her. Hoping one day she would be able to spend some time with her family up here. But now she just lays there like a preserved rose with no life in her. A timeless beauty who cannot give the world joy with her presence…
Soon you will die Eric the Norseman, the Viking. Soon I will no longer have to lay eyes on the man that made my daughter take her own life to save the world's.
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Eric's P.O.V.
It's well past midnight now. The sun should be up in an hour or two.
I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave
Your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone
"What do you think you're doing?"
I opened my eyes to see you in a white Grecian dress. I knew that you weren't real but it still made me want to fall to my knees. The look in your eyes made the bloody tears in mine start to flow.
These wounds won't seem to heal; this pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
"Eric, you shouldn't be doing this," the imaginary Violet whispered to me as she lightly stroked my cheek. I shivered and placed my hand over hers. Her skin felt so soft and warm and smelled just like her. It truly made me hate when my mind would play these games on me. Every night I would dream of her. Mostly they were nightmares, but sometimes I would get the privilege to just hold her and have her tell me she loves me.
When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears You used to captivate me by your resonating light
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
Now, I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
"I'm so sorry," I weep as I crumble to my knees. Violet holds my head against her stomach and I swear I feel the same heart beat I had grown so fond of hearing from when she was alive.
These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
"Eric, either way I would have died. The door was destined to open and I missed my window to stop you. If you would have died, there would be no way of me surviving anyway. I told you to be strong for me and here you are." Violet's light hands turned my head while she bent down to my level. "Eric don't do this," she pleaded quietly and stroked my bloody tears away.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
But though you're still with me, I've been alone all along
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me, me, me
"I can't live without you."
Pam's P.O.V.
"It's almost sunset," I hissed pressing my phone to my ear. Bill was with me walking around downtown Shreveport.
"You said you thought the pull was leading you down here. I don't see him anywhere," Bill said and I cursed Sam through the phone for taking so long to answer.
"What did Alcide say?!" I yelled and even Bill flinched.
"He or any of the pack have not seen Eric. Not since the war basically." I listened further to the shifter before hanging up on him.
"Fuck! We have less than a half an hour! I can already feel the heat," I hissed and told Compton to split up.
Bill's P.O.V.
Time was running out and if Pam and I wanted to see another night we would need to get underground right away. However Eric needed to be found. I know that in the past we have not gotten along, but deep down I didn't want him to die or have someone killed me. In fact I'm surprised that he didn't parish when Violet did. Though I suspect that is because he is already dead- or undead I should say.
The longer I ran and searched for Eric the more tired I was becoming. I quickly took a rest for a minute and then for some reason looked into the sky. I blinked a few times to make sure I wasn't seeing things. There atop the building in front of me was Eric Northman on his knees, and crying?
"My god, he's going to meet the sun!"
I grabbed out my phone from my pocket and called Pam. "Get down to Washington and Fifth! Eric's at the top of the building!"
Pam's P.O.V.
I ran the fastest I could to Compton and looked up. He was right. Eric was on his knees crying. I couldn't make out what he was saying but I wasn't going to waste anymore time. The sun was going to be up in four minutes and all of us were going to be up Shit Creek if we didn't get into the shadows soon.
Quickly Compton and I made it to the roof. I yelled for Eric to get inside once I ran over to him but all he could say was leave.
Eric's P.O.V.
"Pam leave!" I ordered but she was somehow resisting. Her body was twitching and she was gritting her teeth, but still she stood there.
"You can't do this Eric! I won't let you! Violet wouldn't want you to do this!" She screamed at me and I looked straight ahead at the illusion of my love.
"She's right you know. I do not want you to do this." The look in Violet's eyes almost convinced me to get up but I still couldn't move.
"You leave me no choice Pamela. I, as your maker, release you."
A gasp sounded from my child's lips and then it was total silence as the dawn was rising. I knew subconsciously that Compton had grabbed Pam and they disappeared behind a door. And as the sun began to rise my Violet began to disappear before my very eyes.
Max's P.O.V.
Everyday I can't help but go see Violet. I just tell her about my day and ask her how hers is going, even though I know she's dead. It's pretty pathetic really, but when your best friend dies- well there's not much sanity left in you to be sane.
Quietly I walked into her room. The glass casket was a beautiful design that her mother made. Everyday Athena grows a little colder; you can feel it just by looking at her. The sparkle is no longer there. She is just the goddess of war and wisdom now. Love and sparkle don't have to be a part of that job description.
After pulling up a chair I start to just talk to her through the glass. "So remember that show you told me I should watch sometime? Well I finally did today. The Simpsons I think it was. Anyhow, I really liked it. You always had a great sense of-"
I froze as I watched Violet's pale skin begin to glow. My eyes grew wide and I placed my hands over the glass protecting her. It soon began to get hot so I backed away quick and yelled for the gods to get in here.
"What's going on?!" Zeus exclaimed and I shook my head.
"I was just talking to her and then-"
"She's awake!" Hermes yelled and we all had to take cover just as the glass coffin burst into a billion pieces.
"My dear goddess-"