Hey folks! I'm back with a new story, except this time it's in english. So be kind, because I am NOT english -although I love english very much- and it's possible than some of my words or sentences can be wrong. By the way, it would be very nice of you to tell me about it if you see any mistakes. Anyway, it's a story about the more stunning, the more fabulous, the sexiest, the hottest vampire of the show, Eric Northton -be you guessed before I said it-. It's a story about Eric being bored, and his particular way to deal with it. As fot the title, it comes from the (weird!) opening of the show, in which -maybe you had noticed- you can see this sentence, at the beginning. I found it pretty interesting so ... here we are! It's a story about bad, bad vampires, and blood, and sex, so if you're underage or if you don't like it or any other crap, I count on you to leave right away. If not, I'm not responsible, in any case. Oh, and, if you don't like what I wrote, don't bullshit me, please. Either you make a constructive comment, either you shut up. You can review, if you're in the mood. Of course, I would like it, and it would help me improve myself as a writer, but the important for me is that you read this story and enjoy it. So ... enjoy! Oh, uh, a last little something : I don't know how many chapters the story is going to have. At first it was supposed to be a one-shot, but it didn't work out. We'll see!
Disclaimer : Those messed-up, crazy, insane characters don't belong to me. Surprise! But what I do with them sure IS mine.
Pairing(s) : You'll see. But it's mostly a story about Eric.
Rating : K+
God hates Fangs
Eric Northton was bored. Sitting in his throne in a state of motionless apathy, he was thinking of what he could do to get out of his coma. He remembered the order of the council about his bar. Just four words :
« Make it work out. »
They should have known that Eric Northton wasn't taking orders. From anyone.
An idea tilted in his mind. A fuckin' genius' idea. A smirk floating on his lips, he left without a look back a deserted Fangtasia where still lingered the faint smell of dead fang-bangers and satiated vampires.
Pam was sleeping -or kind of- in a red Fangtasia couch when a voice woke her up. It was always the same thing : her name, pronounced with his low, musky and too-seductive tone. She growled, but opened her eyes. She knew it, and she was right : he was there, back against the wall, a delicious smirk on his curled lips, watching her like she was one of these stupid humans waiting for him just to bite them. Pretending not to pay attention to him, she stood up and started combing her hair with her fingers to piss him off. He liked it when people admired him. He was so damn fucking egocentric. And she loved him so much. Shit. She started licking her bottom lip.
Pam bored Eric. To tell the truth, everything bored him. But he needed Pam. Today more than any other day. They had had sex once or twice, but she was so predictable. What was the point in being a vampire if she didn't even know how to use it? She was a moron and a nasty bitch. But he needed her. And she dressed pretty good.
With his inhuman speed, he approached her and put his arms around her face, pushing her right against the pillows. He whispered :
-I've a request for you.
She hesitated between saying « Aye, Aye, Master » like Ginger would've said or asking if it was a favor or an order, like she knew Bill -or any other unconscious fool- did all the time. Finally she said :
-I'll think about it.
He attempted to dive deeper within her gaze but she didn't let him succeed. He laughed briefly :
-Really? You'll « think about it » ?
She froze at hearing his cruel tone, but bravely answered :
-Yeah.
-I don't think so.
Was he glamorizing her? She didn't know if it was possible to do it on a vampire. But Eric knew like everything. He looked her straight in the eyes and said slowly with his honeyed and sweet voice:
-I want you to kill Sookie.
And he added:
-Sookie Stackouse, this delicious human. Kill her.
And, because she was in love with him or maybe because he had thrown her a kind of magic impulse, she answered:
-Yes.
And it was the beginning. The beginning of the end.
