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Summary: A young vampire shows up at the Compton house moments after Nora's demise. Eric's night only gets worse.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the TV Show TRUE BLOOD nor am I making any money from the writing of this fanfiction.
A/N: For the sake of my story vampires don't have to be invited into another vampire's home. They might not have to anyway, I've never paid attention.
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"No..."
Eric closed the space between himself and Nora, holding his frail sister against his chest. "Don't leave me." He whispered as she began to decompose quickly in his grasp.
"Don't leave me!"
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Bill's front door burst open suddenly and a blur of vampire rushed inside - up the stairs and into the guest room. Nora was gone and the grief from Eric was overwhelming. A feeling of dread hung heavy in the old house. Eric never looked at the newcomer as he was too far gone to care. He could only stare at the pile of goo that was once his sister.
A small vampire girl, possibly eighteen when she was turned fell to her knees at the bedside and let out a howl of grief - finally catching Eric's attention. He knew that sound all too well - it was the sound of devastation from losing your maker.
"You are Nora's child?"
The young vampire looked up from Nora's remains slowly, fresh red tears staining her ivory cheeks. It was apparent that she'd been on the move - possibly from the other side of the world when she felt the pull of her maker's death. She finally turned to Eric, feeling the tie in their blood. She was Nora reincarnated - long brown hair and piercing blue eyes.
"She was my sister."
Eric narrowed his eyes at the thought. He could feel the pull in their blood but it wasn't strong enough to be Godric's. She was lying.
"Not my vampire sister." The girl stated turning back to Nora's remains. "My fate was similar to hers until she saved me. I guess I have you to thank for that. My name is Sydney."
Eric reach out suddenly, brushing away a strand of her fallen hair. "How did I never know of you?" He whispered mostly to himself as her eyes fell again. Godric hadn't always been the most tolerant vampire he was recently known for. He had once forbid any of his children from siring new vampires in fear of mutiny.
"Something consumed her from the inside." Sydney whispered; ignoring his question. She didn't have time to dwell on the past hundred years or why Nora changed her into a vampire and then abandoned her days later. Eric held his tongue.
"How?"
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They stood on the prisons rooftop with the wind wiping their hair wildly. "The sick fucks are putting something called Hep V in the True Blood supply. That's what they injected into Nora..." Eric explained with grief in his voice. Sydney nodded, peering into the large glass section of the roof. Apparently this is where they sent the vampires to meet the sun.
"My prodigy and child are inside. We need to get them out."
"We? I'm going in there and ripping the bastard's heart out who injected Nora with that shit. You can go save your girlfriends."
Before Eric could protest or even speak Sydney stomped the glass ceiling with the heal of her boot and fell through into the prison. Leaving him alone on the roof.
"You are as hard headed as your sister." He growled, falling down into the room behind her quietly. "You don't even know where to begin." Adding as he grabbed her roughly by the arm - gazing into her bright blue eyes. "I start with the first human I see and continue until they are all dead." Sydney hissed - her fangs snapping out.
"You will cause pandemonium throughout the building, putting every room on lockdown. Stealth will save us here and I promise to take you to the man responsible for Nora's true death."
Sydney retracted her fangs and placed a finger to her lips. "Stealth it is then, Viking." They move into the hallway carefully as Eric retraced his earlier steps back to the commons room where hopefully Willow, Jessica and Tara were still being held captive. Luckily for them the humans sent a lot of manpower into the streets in search for Eric so the hall is pleasantly quiet for now.
Finding the commons room Eric punched the small breaker box which allows the doors to open; sweeping inside to snap three guards' necks with ease - causing the female vampires to look at him in awe. Tara, Jessica and Willow ran to his side while the others scatter into the prison.
"So much for stealth." Sydney mumbled to herself as the other vampires push past her and into the night. "What about Pam?" Tara demanded, turning her attention to Eric. "Maybe the psych room. I don't know." He sighed, glancing back at Sydney.
"I know where they are holding her. I warned her about the Hep V earlier." Willow assured quickly, receiving a smile from Eric. "You are making me not regret turning you, baby vampire. Show me."
They return to the hall and Willow takes the lead, guiding them quickly to the room Pam was last in. She breaks the lock much like Eric did and opens the door - only to find the room empty.
"They must have taken her back to see the psych."
Eric growled low in his throat. "Where might that be?" Willow could only shake her head. "I was never taken there. I don't know."
The usual calm and collected Eric Northman promptly put his first through the nearby dry-wall. Apparently one of the females opened the men's holding room because just then the one and only Reverend Newlin ran past them - only to be caught mid stride by the thousand year old vampire. "Finally something is in my favor." He growled, jerking Steve's head back to expose his neck. "Eric! Oh, thank you for helping us.."
Steve screamed as Eric ripped a chunk of hair from his head. "You will tell me where the psych ward is in this hell hole or I will kill you slowly."
"Yes! Yes, of course.. three stories up in room 407."
An evil smile spread on Eric's face. "...and the good doctor who's in charge of the Hep V? Where does he stay."
"All the doctors are on the same floor. I'm..." Another cry of pain as Eric pulled Steve's head back further. "I'm not sure which room exactly but I would bet somewhere on the same floor."
"Good enough." Eric growled, easily pulling Steve's head off in the process. Tara, Willow and Jessica yelped in surprise but Sydney just smiled - finally some carnage. With vampire speed she moved past them and up the stairs to the fourth floor. She was tired of waiting and tired of searching for Eric's girlfriend. It was time to do some killing of her own.
"You three get out of here - run until you think you couldn't manage another step and then keep running." Eric hissed, pointing to the nearby exit. "I'm going after Pam and then I will find you." He looked to Willow and she nodded, guiding Tara and Jessica toward the exit and away from the prison. Once they were gone Eric flew up the nearby stairs to the fourth floor - taken back at the sight before him.
Apparently Sydney was a stone cold killer because several of the prison doctors laid sprawled out on the ground covered in their own blood. He raised an eyebrow in appreciation and turned down the hall. Pam was somewhere on this floor. A few rooms down he spotted Sydney - crouched in the corner with the doctor who had injected Nora with HEP V. There was something primal about her just then. He watched carefully as the doctor shook in fear just before Sydney punched through his chest and grabbed his heart, causing the doctor to gasp in pain. Instead of pulling the organ from his body she twisted it in her hand at an incredibly slow pace for a vampire. The doctor couldn't scream or speak, he could only stare in horror as she twisted his heart between her fingers - refusing to let him die.
"I'll see you in hell you sick son of a bitch." Sydney hissed between her fangs - finally letting the doctor fall to the ground. He was still alive, barely and would lie in unbearable pain for several minutes before death finally consumed him. Eric hadn't moved from the doorway - staring at his vampire niece.
"I'm sorry if you wanted in on that." Her voice was thick with grief and a touch of english accent that he hadn't picked up on before. "No," He assured quickly - finally moving down the hall once the doctor had perished. "I couldn't have done it better myself."
Sydney followed him silently down the hall - apparently they were still in search for one of the girlfriends. One of the many reasons she had never become a maker - running around after grown ass people for an eternity wasn't something that appealed to her.
"Another promising session, Mrs. Beaufort. Guard Stevenson will see you to the rec-room." A heavyset man emerged from a side room with a guard and none other than Pam in tow. "Eric?" She gasped before she realized which sent the guard into action. In a blur only a vampire can cause Pam flew to Eric - shoving him out of the way just as the silver bullet left the gun.
The next 2 minutes moved in slow motion as Eric crashed into Sydney and Pam burst into a pile of goo before them. A look of pure horror fell on Eric's handsome face and he could only watch - a prisoner of his own grief - as Sydney leapt into action. Before the guard could react his head was ripped clean off and thrown across the hall followed quickly by the larger man's head.
Somewhere between killing the doctor and Pam's true death an annoying siren began to fill the building. Sydney turned back to her company and frowned. Eric was in shock, staring down at Pam's remains and making some sort of wheezing noise Sydney had never heard come from a vampire. He searched frantically through the oozing blood and gore as if he might find a trace of her. The unneeded gasping noise growing louder with each passing moment.
It reminded her of a panic attack a human might have.
"Eric.." She knelt before her uncle; reaching out to touch his face gently. He continued to run his own hands through the large pool of blood that was once his closest friend. "Eric. If we stay here any longer we will die. A true death that won't be as quick as your friends." Sydney's words seemed to reach him enough to allow his legs to work; grabbing her suddenly and bringing her to his chest. He glanced down at Pam's remains once more before turning his head upward and flying them through the glass ceiling quickly.
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It seemed like a decade had passed by the time they landed in a deserted field with a small, decaying barn a few yards away.
"It will be dawn soon." Eric stated - his deep voice eerily calm as he took Sydney's hand and moved towards the barn. "That doesn't look very light tight." She whispered - mostly to herself; suddenly exhausted from the past 24 hours. "We will sleep in ground inside the barn until night. I believe this is my farmland in Sweden - there should be a compound about an hour away but we won't make it there before sunrise."
They had flown all the way to Sweden? He must be a very old vampire to make it that far in one flight. She had only heard stories of vampires who could fly. Nora hadn't been exaggerating when she spoke of the man who found her that fateful night. Sydney found herself looking up at the tall Viking with wide eyes.
Once inside the barn Eric began to dig - making a hole in the dirt large enough so both of them could fit easily inside. Sydney stepped in first and watched as he began to cover her with the rich soil. "I'm sorry about your girlfriend." She assured suddenly, causing Eric to stop his task. Watching him was possibly the saddest thing she had seen in a hundred years. The woman that had sacrificed herself for him must have been someone special. His eyes didn't meet hers as he shook the thought of Pam away and threw a pile of dirt on her head.
"She wasn't my girlfriend."
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London, 1665
"Nora?"
Sydney pushed herself up from her bed slowly as her sister emerged into the room. She made no sound just watched the young girl as she began to struggle to breathe.
"Quiet, sister. Save your strength. I will not harm you."
The younger sister sat with wide blue eyes - watching her wayward sibling move around the small room like a ghost leaving no trace of her presence in her wake. After a moment Nora sat gently on the edge of the bed and took her hands in her own - frowning slightly as Sydney's fever burned through her icy embrace.
"You're different." Sydney whispered watching her in wonder. "Yes sister. A man visited me in the quarantine and healed me."
"A man?"
"Yes. His name is Eric and he was once a powerful Viking. He brought me frail and dying to his maker, Godric who healed me and made me immortal."
"You are no longer ill?"
"No. Nor shall I ever be ill again. I have come to heal you as well my darling girl. The thought of your fate not being your own is to much to bear for an eternity."
Sydney sat up further in the bed; "I will live fully?" She asked - mirroring Nora's own concerns several nights prior. Nora smiled at the thought. Her little sister had always been the light of her life. Literally following her to hell and back for the greater good. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do for her - even if it meant going against Godric's wishes and making her a vampire.
Nora's smile faded at the thought. Turning her into a vampire would mean they could never see each other again. If Godric found out she had disobeyed him it wouldn't end well for either Gainsbourg daughter. She snapped her fangs out suddenly causing Sydney to jerk back in surprise.
"Will it hurt?" She asked softly as Nora moved in. "No more than anything else." Nora assured, pulling her sister into her embrace.
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Sydney opened her eyes suddenly staring up into Eric's bright blue graze as he peered into the hole where she slept. His heartache from the night before had only intensified with the sun - causing her own to resurface.
Nora had been a vampire for less than a week when she changed her and left her dead in her bedroom for her parents to find the next morning. They had buried her so quickly no one even knew she still had life left in her. It took a solid day for the magic to take over which meant she had to claw her way out of a coffin and six feet of dirt. Not to mention her maker was nowhere to be found.
"Godric became paranoid in the early 1800's. He had no desire to make more vampires and forbid us to do the same. It's hard to imagine Nora going against his wishes but there is no denying you. I feel Godric's blood in your veins."
"I helped her during the black plague. When I fell ill she turned me into a vampire and left. I had to claw my way out of a fucking buried coffin! For a hundred years I was fueled by her abandonment and then Godric met the sun. She came to me that night and wept. We were sisters again. Then she became the chancellor for the Vampire Authority and even worse a fucking Sanguinistas. She left me again and now she's dead. Just like Godric. Just like your girlfriend. They're all fucking dead."
"Pamela was not my girlfriend. She was my prodigy. My everything. There will never be a more loyal childe. You should give her some respect."
Sydney pulled herself from the large hole and brushed the dirt from her jeans, glancing up at the tall vampire by her side. The look of grief on his face was heartbreaking; causing her to frown.
"I'm sorry." Sydney assured quietly as they made their way into the night. "I can't believe you flew us all the way to Sweden. I just left London last night."
"I figured this would be the safest place for us. That HEP V shit is only going to get worse and there's nothing left in Louisiana."
Sydeny stopped in her tracts and looked at Eric again. "I heard you call Willa your childe. You aren't going back for her?" Leaving a new vampire alone in the world wasn't something that set well with her. Eric shook his head; trying to hold his emotions together.
"I felt Willa's true death last night. She's gone. Pam is gone. Nora is gone. There is nothing left."
Sydney watched as Eric held his hand out for her. "My estate has hot water and healthy willing humans. I know you are starving because I am and I am much older than you."
She looked up at him in wonder. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she should go back to London. Now that Nora's true death was avenged she could go back to her lonley exsistance but for the life of her she wasn't quite ready to say goodbye to Eric Northman just yet.