Hi guys! This is my first attempt at a True Blood fic. I hope it doesn't disappoint anyone, in fact i hope that everyone enjoys this story! It's going to be an Eric/OC story, and i hope my OC is believable. If you guys could help me out and let me know if i'm doing well, and if my character is interesting that would be great. I don't want her to be a Mary Sue, and i haven't exactly written for this fandom yet, so i'm not sure what works and what doesn't. Therefore, any and all feedback is welcomed and i would actually love if you could review and all that to let me know what you think.
This story is sort of AU. It takes place in season 4, but i don't know if it will follow it completely. Also, the events are going to be changed a bit. Sookie still disappeared, but she's back now, and has been for a while so things have settled down slightly. Also, she wasn't gone for over year, she was only gone for a few months. But Eric still owns her house, Bill is still king, and Jason is still where he is currently in the show, only he hasn't been captured yet. And this is where the story is going to take place, with my OC jumping into the mix. I don't think she's an OC, and this story hopefully won't be as cliche as other stories are. But please, just fill me in on what you think.
This chapter is a short one, but that's only because it is more of an introductory chapter, and the future chapters will be longer in comparison. Thanks to everyone in advance!
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters except the ones i make up!
Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
- The Beatles
Red lace; inexplicably soft to the touch, the material sliding across fingers with delectable ease. It's the perfect fabric for those delicious unmentionables, though they weren't adequately appreciated for long before they were tossed to the side by the hungry pair, the once frenzied article of clothing becoming nothing more than a barrier to the true prize.
More stray clothes littered the room, all thrown in spots quickly forgotten as passion encompassed the heated space. The air, even after the hours that had passed, still reeked of sweat and sex, the smell saturating the humid air. Lamps were knocked to the ground, blankets left in crumpled heats on the dirtied carpet floor. As the morning sun seeped in through the windows, only slightly covered by darkened shades which did nothing in keeping out the already stifling heat, there was a slight stirring on the bed.
It was only slight, a quick rumpling of the already wrinkled sheets that clung to the forms inhabiting it, sweat already dewing up on their limbs. But it was this minute jerk that brought to life the girl with more questions surrounding her than answers.
Her eyes opened droopily, fatigue clinging to her, fogging out her vision and her mind along with it. Her head weighed far too much than any head should, her body ached, and the sticky residue already forming along the dip in her back made her want to just close her eyes and fade back into blackness. She laid there, in that bed which was not hers, and played with this notion, entertaining the thought of just resting her eyes for five more minutes. But the pull of reality was too strong, and her arms came out from hiding to snake around to her front, clutching the off white sheet to her naked body as her thoughts raced a mile a minute, her eyes darting across the room in search of her strewn clothes.
A niggling throb was already creeping up on her, that already too heavy head filling with pain as she continued to push it to its limits, moving to climb into the clothes she hoped were hers, and not that of her latest lovers previous conquests. But even with that slight trepidation, that miniscule worry, she pushed on, feeling the scratch of stale cloth on salty skin, wanting nothing more than to take a shower and wash herself of the dirt she knew was seeping in through her skin.
With clothes on her body, and a hangover working its way throughout her entire being, she grabbed the keys from the ground beside the nightstand and slipped out of the room where she had let her self slip away. It wasn't hard finding the door, the makeshift frat house being very basic in architectural ingenuity. As she made her way down the halls, she caught glimpses into all the other rooms, witnessing passed out guys and their cohorts all in unimaginable positions. She was thankful she was getting out before she herself could be labeled as one of these promiscuous fools.
The cracked wooden door to the outside world was her ticket to freedom, and after barreling through it without the slightest bit of decency, she was more than relieved to see her scuffed up Land Rover parked just a few yards down the street. As fast as her feet, and her pounding head, would allow, she jogged over to the drivers side door, yanking it open and sliding in, relishing in the familiar slickness of her bare thighs against the leather surface of the seat. Inside the car, the heat was already suffocating, but this was something all inhabitants of Louisiana had gotten used to. Rolling down the windows, she turned her keys and ignited the engine, setting off to places elsewhere.
With the radio on near silent, the small blonde drove away from her temporary lapse in judgment, and off to a place she knew she could find a welcome solace she hadn't felt in the weeks she had been on the road. At the moment, she was just outside the city she had once lived, a city she had been driving around for days now, yet never once had entered back into.
She was sure that she was welcome, after all, in the last few months Jason had needed all the consoling she could give, he was her best friend after all. And with Sookie gone, Jason had been an emotional wreck. She would occasionally crash in Bon Temps during this time, staying with Jason and helping in any way possible. But her stays never lasted long and she found herself itching to get back on the road in the dead of night. Jason never minded. He knew her patterns of coming and going, knew the discomfort she felt in staying in one place for too long, he heard it all when they were kids. She was always yearning to explore, and he accepted it. He was just grateful she was there in the moments she was, she was an outsider, untainted from the going on in the mystifying town.
She caught snippets in her time away, murmurs from locals who couldn't help but take a peek into that small town. But she needed the confirmation, and after a rather brief but jovial conversation with Jason, her suspicions were confirmed. Sookie was back, and her return had the town in a sort of uproar. And after having lived in that town in those last few months, she wasn't surprised. The youngest Stackhouse had some fascinating way of entrancing everyone around her, wrapping them up in ways they weren't even aware of.
She had never been as close with Sookie as she had been with Jason, but they grew up together all the same. Addison may have been two years older than Sookie, but as girls they were able to have some meaningful heart to hearts.
As she found herself driving down those familiar roads to her childhood town, she couldn't help the anxiety flooding through her veins. But Jason had come a long way, made something of himself. His sister was back and things were back on track for him. Addison owed it to him to stop in and say hello. She could put her childish worries aside for a few days and see her old friends.
The morning sun was rising higher in the sky, and her head could feel it, almost as though there was a secret correlation between the two. Letting out a strangled cry of exasperation, the pain building exponentially, she reached towards the glove compartment, rummaging half-hazardly for some Advil or anything that would dull the ache. Finding none, she slammed her hands against the wheel before latching onto in with a vice grip.
She was only a half hour away, maybe less, but as the minutes continued to drag on, she wasn't quite sure she'd make it. Endless highway stretched out before her, the previous town flying by her minutes after her departure.
Barren asphalt lined with dying shrubbery surrounded her vision.
With tears in her eyes, the pain increasing ten fold until it was all she could think about, the sign for Bon Temps appeared like a sign from above.
Pressing down onto the gas pedal aggressively, she sped forward without a care.
That was the introduction, and i hope my character seems interesting enough. Please, leave your feedback in the form of a review, and i will be so so so grateful! Also, if anyone would like to jump on as a Beta for me, that would be super!
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