A/N: As some of you may have already figured out, obviously this story is loosely based on the relationship between the Joker and Harley Quinn. However, I only know their relationship based on the movie Suicide Squad including the deleted scenes and extended cuts… so please bear with me. I also did some brief research about them, but I mainly want to focus on the manipulation and abuse within their relationship.
In this story, most of the events relate to events that already happened in True Blood, so there will be supernatural creatures just like in the show itself.
Strong language, abuse, crime, violence, sex, etc will be included in this story.
"What do you know about the Joker and his sidekick?"
The blonde vampire sitting in the red leather chair secluded inside of a vampire bar they call 'Fangtasia' eyed down one of the vampire authority members sitting across from her whose name was Nan Flanagan.
"Eric was my maker." The blonde vampire said with an attitude. Her name was Pamela Swynford De Beaufort, but she preferred to be called "Pam" since Eric gave her that nickname years ago.
"And who the fuck is Eric?" Nan questioned, her leg crossed over the other.
"He's the fucking Joker, are you that stupid?" Pam growled in annoyance, rolling her eyes.
Nan shot a hard look at Pam, not in any mood to play any games. She wanted answers and she was going to get it. "Quit it with the games, Miss Beaufort. I want answers. Now."
Pam glared at Nan. "Or what?"
Nan raised her eyebrow at Pam. Suddenly a bunch of guards barged inside of Fangtasia, surrounding around Pam with giant guns pointed at her face.
Pam kept a tough look on her face, not letting those giant guns scare her. She spent thousands of years travelling the world and experiencing just about everything in life with Eric that nothing seemed to frighten her at all. However, Pam was not dumb enough to try anything stupid. After all, humans grown much smarter over the years and they developed weapons that can easily kill vampires such as wooden bullets.
She let out a hard breath of air, knowing for sure that the only way out of this is to answer Nan's questions. Pam absolutely hated the authority. She rolled her eyes again. "I can't give you answers about Eric because he never told me his story for why he is the way he is." Pam confirmed. "As for his sidekick... she's this one bitch I can't fucking stand. She took him from me with her fucking magical powers—"
"Magical?" Nan repeated in interest. "What do you mean by magical?"
Pam tore her eyes from Nan and looked toward the floor. "She's a fairy. Which is some sort of supernatural being that has magical powers, can read minds, and their blood is very unique to us vampires." She shrugged. "I would know 'cause she smells like cheesecake and pumpkin pie, even though I hate to admit it." She rolled her eyes again.
"A fairy… what else do you know about this fairy? Did you feed from her?" Nan continued, still very interested to hear about the Joker's sidekick.
"No, but Eric did. He turned her, so now she's a fairy vampire hybrid, which practically makes her my fucking sister." Pam groaned in annoyance.
Nan nodded her head. "So that explains why his sidekick is able to see the sun, but why can Eric see the sun if he is not a hybrid?"
"He feeds from her. Whenever a vampire feeds from a fairy vampire halfling, they are able to see the sun." Pam hardened her eyes on Nan. The guards surrounded by her kept their guns pointed at her face just in case she tried anything stupid.
In seconds, a huge grin formed on Nan's face. The Sun is something Nan thought she'd never see again, but after hearing something like this, she believed otherwise. "I need to find this fairy vampire. Tell me more about her."
"Well if you insist," Pam sighed, now beginning to get a bit comfortable in her seat. "Before she ran off and became a fairy vampire hybrid, she was known as Dr. Sookie Stackhouse. A psychiatrist in Arkham Asylum. She was assigned to the mad vampire himself, one of the strongest yet most wanted vampires in the world. She thought she was curing him, but she was falling in love." Pam leaned back in her seat, pushing her curls slightly to the side. "Talk about a workplace where romance gone wrong."
While pulling a strand of blonde hair behind her right ear and adjusting her glasses, Dr. Sookie Stackhouse took one more moment to view herself from the mirror before her.
Her eyes began to trail down to her white lab coat before fixing her black tie and smoothing down her red dress shirt and black pencil skirt.
She didn't know why she got this job, considering this place was technically the home of psychotic vampires that went against the law.
Vampires only started revealing themselves just two years ago when the invention of true blood began. Since then, she has been very excited yet so anxious to stumble upon a vampire. The thought of anything supernatural took an interest to her, but that wasn't why she got the job.
She took the job because it offered her good money, enough money to help out with her brother, her grandmother, and even herself.
Sookie knew this day would come, but she wasn't exactly sure if she was ready to meet her very first vampire, even though she always dreamed of meeting one.
Taking a shaky breath, Sookie tore her eyes off the mirror and grabbed her clipboard along with her pen from the sink. "I'm ready," she said loud enough, almost trying to convince herself that she was as she stepped out of the women's restroom.
The security guards that were standing outside in the hallway waiting turned to her.
"Show me the way," she insisted, her eyes on one of the guards.
The guard with brown hair and green eyes nodded briefly, "As you wish, Miss Stackhouse."
Sookie kept a very blank look on her face as she watched the security guards walk in front of her. As she walked behind them down the dark hallway, her heels clacking with every step she took, she was beginning to grow a bit suspicious with these guards so she decided to take a moment to listen in on their thoughts.
"This woman must be out of her mind getting a job here in a Vampire Asylum."
"She really has no idea what she's about to get herself into. Every doctor we had left cause of the Joker."
"She seems oddly relaxed considering this is a place for crazy vampires."
"Just wait till she meets The Joker; she'll be gone soon."
"She should get out of here while she still can."
Sookie inhaled a deep breath and took a moment to pull herself out of each of those guard's thoughts. She blinked almost a dozen times, trying to come back to reality again while looking straight ahead. They were still guiding her down the hallway, and Sookie couldn't help but pay close attention to the name "The Joker".
Who exactly was the Joker? Was that her patient?
Whoever this vampire was, they must seem very insane considering what those guards were thinking about him or her.
Gulping nervously, the guards took a brief stop at the door of her therapy room. The door was closed and Sookie's eyes fell on the words written in the middle of the door.
Dr. Stackhouse
Patient Therapy in Session
DO NOT DISTURB
She could hear the distant sounds coming inside of the room along with laughs. "I'm assuming my patient is already in there?" She questioned, her eyes still on the door.
"Yes, Miss Stackhouse. One of our guards is in there chaining him with silver." The brown haired security guard told her. "We'll be standing outside your room just in case he breaks out of his chains."
Sookie nodded briefly, turning her eyes back to the door. The guard that just spoke to her knocked on the door before him. "Dr. Stackhouse is present." He said loudly for the guard inside to hear.
Sookie gulped again as she waited for the door to open.
She almost heard a faint threat from inside of the room, assuming it was the guard who just threatened her patient.
Deep down, she was nervous inside and she wasn't sure what the hell she was about to get herself into, but she prayed to God that everything will be alright.
Her mind went silent as soon as she saw the door to her room open, a guard standing in the middle of the doorway.
"What is that smell?" A male voice from inside of the room said, sounding intrigued.
Sookie looked past the guard's shoulder after hearing her patient speak. The guard ignored the question asked by her patient and moved slightly out of the way for her to enter.
As Sookie slowly entered her room, her eyes instantly met with her patient. She gasped lightly. It was a man vampire with blonde hair that was slicked to the back and he was wearing a grey sweatshirt with sweatpants to go with. His hands were tied to the back of his chair with silver chains and he was staring at Sookie with a look of ecstatic and interest in his eyes.
"You don't smell like the other humans. What are you?" He asked with a look of thirst in his eyes.
Sookie lifted her head up confidently, keeping a blank look on her face. "A psychiatrist." She assured him as she slowly began to approach the table he was sitting by.
"We'll let you know when your hour is over, Miss Stackhouse." One of the guards assured her.
"Okay," she said, her eyes still on her patient as she slowly took a seat at the chair sitting across the table from him. It became silent between them instantly and she listened as the door to the room closed shut, now knowing she was completely alone with her vampire patient.
It wasn't until now that she finally got a really good look at him. He had flawlessly pale white skin, blue eyes with dark bags under them as if he hasn't slept in months. She also took notice of blood coming out of both of his ears which indicates that he hasn't slept.
By the looks of it, he looked like a normal human being, even though he was actually a vampire.
He was insanely attractive. Sookie almost found herself struggling to pull her eyes off of him.
"You like what you see?" He teased her, a smirk playing on his lips.
Sookie blinked, slightly smiling at him before pulling a blonde strand of hair behind her ear. She opened the file she had placed in front of her, briefly taking a moment to review his mug shots and information. "You look much different from your mug shots…" she trailed off. She looked back at him. "Your hair was green?" She questioned.
He chuckled lightly. "I went through quite an interesting phase at that time."
"Do you want to talk about it?" Sookie wondered.
"Not really. How about we talk about you?" He grinned. "You smell different from other humans. What are you?" He asked her again.
She blinked again, now closing the file she had placed on the table. She smiled slightly at him. "I told you, I am a psychiatrist." She informed him. "Now I am not here to talk about me, I am here to talk about you."
"Well I'm sure everything you need to know about me is on those files," He assumed, eyeing her name tag on her lab coat. "Sookie,"
Sookie opened the file on him once again, briefly reviewing what was listed on the file. There were only details of his real full name, nickname, age, height, sex, and a short description of him that summed him up as a crazy vampire, but there was no real background information listed on him.
"All this file does is give me the basics like your name and stuff, but not any information on your story." She closed the file once again, turning her attention back to him. "So your name is Eric Northman right?"
He nodded. "Precisely."
"And you were the Sheriff of area five?"
"Are you asking or did you already know that?" He wondered.
Sookie smiled softly. "I'm just trying to confirm what's on this file."
Eric stared at her intensely for a short moment, and Sookie cleared her throat almost nervously. "So you're known as the Joker around here?"
He chuckled once again, thinking back on that nickname several people had given him. "It's kind of amusing how I got that name."
"Why do they call you the Joker?" Sookie asked, curious.
"Why do you smell so good, Sookie Stackhouse?" He retorted, answering her question with another question.
Taken aback by his response, Sookie huffed just a little. "I don't know, maybe I'm different from other humans."
"Then tell me what you are," he demanded. He leaned in close to her face, his eyes meeting hers and his focus becoming rather serious. Sookie's eyebrows furrowed slightly at him, confused on what he was trying to do. It only took a moment for her to realize that he was trying to glamour her into telling him what she was, though she honestly had no idea what she was. She just knew that she could read minds.
She breathed angrily. "That doesn't work on me."
Eric blinked in disbelief, and Sookie kept a hard look on him, deciding now to try and listen in on his thoughts.
For some odd reason, his mind was blank and she was wondering if he wasn't thinking anything. By the look of disbelief on his face, he must have been wondering how he wasn't able to glamour her, so she tried again to listen in on his thoughts, but still nothing.
Confused, Sookie stopped trying to get inside his said. "Why can't I hear your thoughts?" She asked, curious.
"What the fuck are you?" He asked, now becoming slightly irritated, especially now since he cannot glamour her.
"I would tell you what I am Eric, but honestly, I have no idea what the fuck I am." She answered him truthfully. "I can read minds." She informed him.
He raised his eyebrow. "Can you?"
"Yeah, but for some reason I can't read yours."
The frustration he had in him slightly subsided. "What am I thinking now?"
"I told you, I can't read yours." She repeated. "Why can't I hear your thoughts?" She asked again, still curious.
"Why can you hear anything?" He asked, reversing the question on her.
Sookie ignored his stupid question. "Is it because you're a vampire?" she continued.
Eric's face fell, not really interested in this topic anymore. "You're starting to bore me."
She sighed lightly, still surprised to find that she couldn't read his thoughts. All her life, she couldn't be normal because every person that was around her always thought about something and she would always hear their thoughts. For her to not be able to hear Eric's thoughts was a big relief and she found that actually very interesting about him.
She shook her head. "Forget about all this stuff we just talked about, let's go back to the part where I asked you why people around here label you as the Joker. Why do they call you the Joker?"
He raised his head up slightly. "Why do you think they call me that, Miss Stackhouse?"
Sookie made a face at him, clearly annoyed with his question games already. "Obviously I don't know, Eric, that's why I asked you."
"Would you like to hear a joke about pizza?" He asked her.
Sookie sighed again. "Sure... why not..."
"Never mind, it's too cheesy." He chuckled lightly and Sookie looked at him in confusion again.
"What?"
"HAHA!" Eric began to laugh harder.
Sookie's face fell flat when she realized it was a joke he made. "So they call you the Joker because you make jokes for a living? That doesn't sound intimidating considering you're supposed to be a very bad vampire."
"That's only part of the reason why I was given that name. You don't know the rest." He assured her.
"Would you care to share the rest?" She asked.
"Another day." He decided.
For a vampire, he was very stubborn and quite annoying. She knew for sure he was going to be quite difficult to handle, but she was still determined either way to get him to open up to her. "When was the last time you had blood?"
A huge grin appeared on his face in seconds. "Are you offering?"
"Hell no." She said in a defensive tone. "You just look very sick, like you haven't had blood in weeks or maybe days."
"I don't exactly know when's the last time I tasted blood. It's been a while…" he believed. "But if you gave me your blood, I will be eternally grateful." He promised, eyeing her.
"I am your psychiatrist, not some toy you can feed on whenever you feel like it." Sookie glared at him. "That kind of behavior isn't allowed in here and even if it was, I sure as hell wouldn't let you feed from me."
"Then why ask me when's the last time I had blood?" Eric now hardened his eyes on her. "Why are you even here Sookie?"
"To help you." She told him.
His gaze darkened on her. "Are you sure about that?"
"Yes." She promised.
Sookie had no idea what she was in for, but she sure as hell knew it was going to be one hell of a ride.
A/N: I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with the way I ended this chapter, but oh well. Leave reviews!
