Author's Note: PLEASE READ BEFORE PROCEEDING TO THE STORY.
For all those who are going to read this. I am grateful that you are about to give this a shot. If you like it, Lucky me! and if you don't I would not hold it against you. If you feel My story is kinda boring, please keep in mind that i work as a press-release author for a Government organisation so i am bound to be a little boring, but hopefully i will make some saucy stuff too and soon. My Love affair with True Blood and SVM is not very old, but its ferocious and passionate. After reading an endless amount of wonderful stories here on , i just felt I had to chip in as well.
Let me warn you in Advance that the Premise of my story is going to be very Vast, As I am going to go in the History of Eric and Godric. I am already working on back stories of whatever new characters I will be introducing so watch out for one shots, which i will publish and will be related to this story. I like to go slow with things so in the beginning it might seem a bit confusing and disjointed but I promise that all will be explained as the story unfolds.
This story borrows from both SVM and True Blood, but my AU canon is somewhere between Season and Book 2 and 3. So main points worth knowing before hand so you don't get confused.
-This story is starting a year after the events in Season+book 2. As I mentioned before, it focuses more on my Original Character and Eric and Godric's history of my own making.
- If you are a fan of SOOKIE, this story is not for you. She is a minor character in this story and not very likeable. So you have been warned. If you love Godric and Eric, then this story is for you.
-Godric lives. (yes I love him and adore him and he is just a Joy to write. I absolutely hate Alan Ball for killing the best OC or rather OOC he himself created.)
-Sookie did help rescue Godric from FOTS, But she was not held captive and back at the nest instead of Bombing there was a shoot down like in the Books. Where Eric saves Sookie and feeds her his blood under false pretenses.(don't we adore Eric for those!:D)
-Godric expresses his wish for final death but does not actually attempt it by himself. He does step down from Sheriff duties nominating Isabel as the new Sheriff and is about to move to Shreveport after serving as an honorary investigator for a whole year for kingdom of Texas when this story opens.
-Sookie now has a contract with Eric (who in turn has a contract with Queen Sophie Anne) and visits Fangtasia twice a week for providing Telepathic services. She is still dating Bill Compton. And Bill Compton is still working on the Vampire Database.
I will be introducing many many original characters. In fact out of 3 Main characters, 1 is an Original character. I will try my best to be technically and historically accurate wherever I can but no promises.
*Disclaimer, This is a Fanfiction so most characters belong to Charlaine Harris and some Belong to Alan Ball.* Some belong to me as well, but I make no profit from them except any appreciation I may gain from you, who bless me with your reviews. So review please!
(Prologue redited 11/30/2012)
If Only: Prologue
If somehow fate were in my hand, would it be enough to understand?
Why we feel lost in a world so small, if only Love could find us all…
A feeling of foreboding is never a good feeling to wake up with.
And Eric Northman had not woken up with that particular feeling in a very long time.
To ask if Eric Northman felt at all, would be a very appropriate question to ask if one fancied their head off their shoulders. And that itself would answer one's question.
But wary as it may be for Eric Northman himself, it was surprising to find that yes, he still felt.
As he'd come to himself he noticed something was out of place right away, because to wake with a particular feeling was 'out of place' in books of Eric Northman, and what old volumes those were.
A quick evaluation of his surroundings, his eyes still closed, indicated that nothing was out of place on the outside, no, not on the outside but inside apparently. Which was worrisome. And Eric Northman did not do worry. Eric Northman was done with worry.
He checked internally at once trying to pin-point what it was. Naturally checking on his perfect Pamela with whom the bond was still suspended indicating she had not risen yet. And were she in danger during her day death, the indication would still be there as the bond between child and maker was on a much more subconscious level. Pamela would not wake for she was young, but her blood would send Eric a stress signal if she was in danger. But Pamela was well. He opened his eyes finally. Bright blue orbs taking a quick scan of his darkened abode. To find the clock on the night-stand.
It was still three hours before sunset, which meant he was up two hours before he was supposed to.
This could not be good.
His mind right away switching to the source of recent drama and amusement in his existence.
Sookie Stackhouse.
The infamous Telepath from BonTemps. His Bond with her was growing weak every passing day as it was now over a year since she had his blood in Dallas. From the little access he had which he used way too much to his amusement and the telepath in question's annoyance, she seemed relaxed and fresh almost content. She was probably sun-bathing or perhaps taking a long pleasant bath. His mind filled with images of how the sun would look on her beautiful supple skin or how the water would lap over it, all milky with best smelling salts and soaps. Before he could help it he was imagining her bathing in the sunlight.
It was clear indication of how badly he needed to feed and fuck tonight. Preferably on a buxom blonde.
For wicked fun of course. As that was still the best kind in his opinion, which had not changed in a thousand year.
To Eric Northman, a creature of primal pleasure and dark desires, there were very few things that meant more than feeding and fucking.
"Focus Northman!" He muttered to himself. As he slipped out of his bed. His movement causing all the censor activated lights to turn on, washing his naked and glorious figure in a golden light as he could see himself in the full size mirror fixed opposite him. For that very purpose.
Vain Eric Northman had always been.
He was pulled out of his reverie of being in awe of his own beauty by a new wave of foreboding washing over him.
What in the name of Odin was wrong? He turned away from his reflection ignoring the evidence of his arousal for the moment. It will be seen to soon enough, he was sure.
He took a shower and quietly focusing his energy on centering himself and focusing on the alien feelings that, a few minutes ago had hit him like a tidal wave before settling into a low thrum again. It was multi-layered and just strange in texture but not extremely unfamiliar, or unpleasantly intrusive.
Settling in his day space office he quickly turned on his computer to check on the latest updates in local supe's network. There was no indication of any thing happening that was extraordinary or out of place. He quickly sifted through his emails seeing nothing of importance. He scanned every form of communication available to him again thoroughly. Nothing was out of place anywhere in his area so far. He checked his schedule which Pam, which she always emailed to him before dying for the day. Apart from the usual affairs of the bar and his territory nothing stood out.
Frustrated and without anything to do, he waited for the sun to set for the day.
What he needed was good long flight to clear his mind, of whatever this warning, alien thrum was, he told himself. He took to the air 20 minutes after the sunset. As soon as he was in the air the thrum inside his mind cleared significantly and he felt a certain pull to East. Towards Bossier?
He checked on Pam again. Pam was to his West, at her residence. Then why was he feeling the conflict to East? He decided to follow it. He kept double checking himself as he flew in the direction of east. Pam still at house, Sookie still in BonTemps, Godric very quiet and in Dallas.
Godric was in the final stages of tying lose ends in Dallas since stepping down from the position of sheriff and had been working as an honorary investigator for Area 9 past whole year. He was moving to Shreveport in a week according to plans. He was still going through lots of administrative paperwork handing over Dallas to Isabel even after a year…
Suddenly Eric was hit with another wave of Alien warning and anxiety and it dawned on him all of a sudden. It was like a flash of lightening, it was not alien, not foreign. He staggered mid-air almost losing his balance mid-flight. A single word graced his lips which he thought he had forgotten.
Anahita.
Pam was about to start her Car in order to go to Fangtasia when she felt a wave of sheer panic coming from her maker. The likes of which she had never experienced before in all of her Vampire existence.
It had come so suddenly and strong that she found herself crouched on the gravel drive-way in a defensive stance before she had mentally willed herself to do so. The panic slowly subsided being replaced by protectiveness and determination.
She felt Eric closer than before, moving faster than she had ever felt him moving before. She scanned her surrounding for immediate threats again inhaling deeply and slowly folded herself underneath the car. Her undead heart still feeling like it was clenched in an iron fist.
Eric landed inches from where she had been crouching but a moment ago. She swifted from under the car in a split second, coming face to face with her Maker, who was not her boss in this moment but her maker, her master, her God.
"Master?" she cringed internally at the expression on his stone face. But she knew not to ask questions when Eric was in such a mood. So close to his berserker rage which he unleashed during the thick of the battle when he was a Viking. He took hold of her arm and almost dragged her inside her own home. His vice grip was like a band of fire around her fore-arm and she was afraid it would come out of its socket at any moment. She wondered how she never really considered Eric's strength for what it was.
Extraordinary. As was hers for a vampire her age.
"Pack only a few essentials you are leaving Shreveport…" he said, his voice deep and scratched making his way towards her state-of-the-art kitchen.
"Master?"
"I am commanding you!" He snarled at her his fangs erupting from his gums.
"You will pack your absolute essentials and you will drive down to Dallas to Godric. I will speak with him myself. You will remain there until I come for you myself! You will lay as low as you can. You will ignore, if you get any pull from our child-maker bond, unless it comes in triple waves like we practiced."
Pamela remembered those lessons vividly. And in those days Pamela had wondered why such a thing was necessary. As in her opinion there was simply no Vampire that could force Eric to do anything. Not even Eric's own maker. Because Eric was that perfect. That powerful. That magnificent.
She had learned it nonetheless. A strong blood-call, followed by a weak one, followed by another strong call.
That was her indication that her Master required her presence.
Should she get a single strong call. And a series of them. She was to ignore them. Despite the pain and torture those might induce on her. For they did and she had been forced to practice to endure those as well.
"Keep airline bookings anonymous and standby, if any news reaches you about my capture or true death you flee. You do not look back. You will not try to make any contact with me unless I call you to me through the Bond in the way we practiced, is that understood Pamela?"
He was grim but determined and Pamela felt the chill through her spine as her maker's command took hold.
"Yes Master." She bared her neck in obeisance.
Less than five minutes later Pamela was behind the wheel of her rolling out of the Drive way of her suburban home as she kept her eyes locked with her maker's. Eric hoped this was not the last time he would see her. He took to the Air and followed her car flying above her until she drove out of Shreveport city. Still suspended in air over the highway junction, he took out his phone and called Godric. He knew it would take Pam two hours at most, before she reached Dallas.
Godric took his call on the very first ring.
"Do you feel it?" Eric asked unable to say more.
"Yes, I do. Are you able to tell the direction?" Godric's voice was flat but still it was a comfort, a grounding force.
Oh Eric felt things. And he suspected that he won't be allowed to do otherwise. Is this what happened to Godric to make him the feeling noble vampire that he is now, Eric wondered.
"Yes… Bossier City." Eric answered.
"So close…Stationed or moving?" Godric asked.
"Stationed."
"Still it's too close. Should I come?" And it took a part of Eric's will-power to refuse the comfort of his maker's presence. But he had to think of Pamela.
"No… I am sending Pamela to you Godric, she is out of Shreveport, already… You will keep her?"
"You do not have to ask my child." Godric said in a calm and assuring voice before he disconnected.
"God Speed my child" Eric said with a heavy heart knowing full well that things were about to change dramatically.
Sookie was delivering orders to her only occupied table at the time at Merlottte's when her cell-phone buzzed in the pocket of her Apron. The shift was going pretty slow especially because it was Monday. It took her less than 2 minutes to reach ladies room and pull out her cell phone and call back. It was Eric.
She tapped her foot apprehensively as the call connected through. Confused about why Eric would call her at this time, there was still an hour till her shift ended and she had to be at Fangtasia around 10 for her weekly telepathic inspection. After 4-5 rings which was really uncharacteristic of Eric, he finally picked up.
"Northman."
"Hey Eric! You called?" she kept her voice neutral.
"Yes I called… I regret to cancel our meeting for tonight, something unforeseen came up and I won't be able to receive you at Fangtasia tonight." His voice was a monotone. There was something brewing, she was sure of it.
" Is everything alright Eric? I can still come even if you are not there I can work with Pam or Thalia." She did not know why she said it or why she felt like going to Fangtasia now at all costs.
"Oh Sookie!..." he sighed and chuckled in that deep sexy voice he always tried on her, which always affected her between her legs, though she would never admit it. "…why is it that of all the times I ask you to come to me you are always reluctant and tonight when I am asking you not to come you are so keen on coming? It's like you have this compulsion to do against what I wish you to do… Makes me wonder.." He was too amused and Sookie would not amuse Eric Northman at her expense. She just wanted to do her job and on time, or so she told herself.
" Oh don't flatter yourself. I just don't like to miss a good night's work especially when you have paid me in advance and I am so mentally prepared I have been practicing with Bill you know. If not tonight then when?" yes that always helped, bringing Bill into her every conversation with Eric. Bill was the love of her life. Bill was her boyfriend. Eric was a scumbag. A jerk and…
"Sookie my dear, now you will listen carefully to what I say and you will do as I say, It is a desperate request." He paused for a second for her reaction, Sookie just felt Alarmed. "You will not come to Fangtasia, if you can possibly avoid it don't come to Shreveport itself. Do not let any Vampires with the exception of Bill into your house. Do not make any social calls unescorted after dark. Your home is the safest place for you. Do not try to contact me I will contact you when I can. Sookie do you understand? Will you do as I say?" his tone left nothing to question, nor did his word, but Sookie was stubborn. Perhaps too stubborn.
"You are scaring me Eric! Are you going to be Okay? Am I in some kind of danger?" Sookie had a feeling that Eric was about to lie to her.
"Yes Sookie, I will be okay and so will you, if you do as I say. Keep your mind open at all times. Your telepathy is your best weapon; use it, especially when you are alone. Keep track of your surroundings at all times. I will see you in a few nights."
"Ok…" Sookie was not sure why she was so worried and disappointed.
"Oh one more thing Sookie…" he said just as she was about to disconnect.
"Yes Eric?"
"Rescind my Invitation from your home first thing when you reach home."
"What?" she was utterly confused.
"Do not forget lover!" he sounded amused again.
"Eric I'm…." before she could complete her retort claiming that she was not his lover he had hung up. Vampires and their elaborate phone mannerisms. Sookie huffed as she stepped back to the serving area but she had a bad feeling. She tried to get rid of it by telling herself that if anyone in the world was not worth worrying about, it was the great Viking vampire Eric Northman, the bane of her existence. Unfortunately she found that argument was not very convincing at all.