The Choices Left to Us

Summary: This one is again a mix of books and show. Probably more show, but expect some book references. The story is taking place immediately after a battle with witches. It is not necessarily the witch battle from the books, but a battle nonetheless.

Sookie has been bewitched and needs urgent medical care, only the cure is not what Eric, or Bill had expected. This chapter is rated R for violence and some sexual reference but later chapters will be rated HARD NC17! This story becomes a foursome with Eric/Bill/Sookie/Sam so be warned. If that doesn't float your boat don't read it. Reviews make the world go round so get some good Karma happening!

The air stank of blood.

The walls were covered with it. The carpet stained. The furniture soaked.

Bodies littered the room.

Some were disintegrating. Some were not.

It was a tapestry of carnage.

Eric stood, tall and fierce; fangs out and dripping with liquid red velvet. His muscles glistened in the harsh overhead light. He was tense. Coiled. Ready for attack. His piercing blue eyes darted from decimated body to torn limb. He was hard; throbbing; pulsing; invigorated from the fight, the bloodshed.

The room was eerily silent. After the cacophony of the battle his ears rang with the deafening quiet. Those who had not survived were lying in piles of their own demise. Those who lived had fled, or were playing dead, waiting for a safe time to remove themselves from the scene.

Eric's mouth was dripping blood. He spat; removing the last traces of witch from his tongue. The bitterness of the blood, the tainted magic riddled life force repulsed him. He felt it attacking him, even though the witch that bore it was long dead. The blood itself was like a cancer, malignant, waiting to strike.

As his senses realigned, calmed from the fight, he took in his surroundings. He assessed the damage to his ranks. Who had survived.

Pam was feeding off a young warlock; the boy struggling feebly against the determined vampire. He soon stopped.

Chow had disappeared, chasing after several witches trying to flee.

Compton was bloodied, holding a head by its hair in his fist. His shirt was torn and burnt. He, too, was intently scanning the room. It took a second for Eric to realise what for. And then he propelled into action.

"Sookie?" The word was raw, his throat burning from the vile elixir it had tasted. He tried again. "Sookie?" Louder now, not panicked, but far from the calm exterior he usually exhibited. He kicked aside a shrivelling corpse. Raising his nose to the air he attempted to extract her scent from amidst the blood and aroma of death. It was faint, but it was there.

He glanced at Compton. Bill had unceremoniously thrown aside the head and had picked up Sookie's scent. He looked at Eric and nodded, indicating that Sookie still lived. Although Eric had duped Sookie into sucking his blood, along with a bullet, the link between them was weak. He had not yet had the chance to fully consummate a bond with the talented telepath.

The two vampires worked their way across the room, tossing bodies aside with little care. Eric felt his senses reeling from the cocktail of blood. His every instinct was telling him to kill, to drink. But a deeper instinct was pushing to the forefront. Find Sookie.

It was Bill that found her. He tore a mutilated body off the girl and reached to hold her. As Eric approached he saw the dark haired vampire pull back his hands, his face a feral grimace.

Eric moved quickly, carelessly using arms, chests, dead faces, as stepping stones to reach Sookie. He dropped to his knees over the girl and took in the horrific sight that awaited.

She was contorting. Her body bowing, bending and stretching until it looked hardly human. She was soaked in blood. His keen nose told him that only some of it was her own. The majority had oozed from the corpse that had shielded her. Her matted hair was singed in places, reeking of magic. Her hands were harsh claws, digging into the once plush and luxurious carpet. Her eyes shut tight, her face a grimace.

"Sookie?" Eric called to her, reaching out and grabbing her shoulders. She did not respond. Her body maintained its vile dance. "Sookie!" He did the only thing one could do in such circumstances. He shook her.

Sookie's muscles were so constricted that not even her head wobbled. It was similar to shaking a plank of wood. Eric growled, his hands tightening around stiffened flesh.

"She needs a doctor," Eric heard Compton say, his voice shaking. Despite everything, it was clear that Compton cared for the girl. Eric pushed that thought back. It was not in his interests to be finding positives in Bill Compton's nature.

"And what could a human doctor do for her? This is magic. Fucking witches!" Eric hissed, sarcasm lacing his tone. He was losing himself. His feelings for the girl getting the better of him.

"Dr Ludwig," was all Bill said before forcing himself to step back. The sight of Sookie in such a state was hurting him beyond the point of speech. He needed to remove himself if he would not be allowed to help.

Eric seemed to mull Bill's suggestion over. It was clear that magic had caused Sookie's state. And a healer with a magical background may be needed to remove it. He nodded to himself, his bloodstained hand caressing Sookie's anguished face.

"Pam," Eric called. Across the room the blond southern belle threw aside the young boy she had so enthusiastically drained and she moved to her Maker's side.

"Yes Eric?" Her usually dry voice was empty. She realised the fine line the Viking was precariously perched upon.

"Call Ludwig. Tell her to come to the Residence Inn, on Monkhouse Drive. We will be there." Eric glanced at Bill, speaking volumes with his eyes.

Upon turning his attention back to Sookie he found her foaming at the mouth. His lips pulled back in a snarl and his features settled in grim determination. He moved to lift Sookie.

"And Pam?"

"Yes Eric?"

"Tell her to hurry."

Without further discussion he lifted Sookie's stiff form, attempting to curl her into his body, to shield her from further pain. It was harder than he had expected. He looked to Compton.

"Come." He commanded, propelling over the field of corpses and exiting the scene of destruction. Bill followed closely behind, leaving Pam on her cell phone.

A beautifully fierce woman standing in a field of blossoming red.