A/N: Okay yes, another Eric/OC blah blah. But hey, I'm mainly doing this for my own entertainment anyway, I like to share things that I enjoy though and if you also find enjoyment then sweet. :D
Also. Um. This is the first time I have ever posted anything to the public but I welcome constructive criticism, I need all the help I can get. This is going to stick close to the TV show, so if that's not your thing then once again; doing this for my own boredom relief, sorry. :o
Planning to at least update once a week and I'll try to make the chapters as long as I can. I already have chapters 2-5 written out, they just need a bit of a clean up heh. I'm aiming to write up to the end of the series, we'll see how I go though.
Enough of my stupid babbling though. Here is a story that I enjoy writing and you might enjoy reading. Take it. Please. Bye.
1.
Her eyes were intently focusing on the, now cold, cup of green tea sitting stationary on the coffee table in front of her; afraid she might drop it if she picked it up, ruining the hand painted china which was quite obviously very old and very valuable, like most things in the house.
Isabel's tea making skills needed working on, but she did appreciate the attempted gesture of comfort that the fragile china cup represented; the dark haired vampire always had an odd kindness towards Godric's 'little human companion'—as Esther was so often referred to amongst the other nest-mates. The two underlings were currently bickering back and forth as Esther sat on the couch, tracing patterns in the expensive material in an effort to calm her high-strung nerves.
"When will they get here…?" Her soft spoken voice silenced both of them and Isabel flitted over to her at a speed only vampire's can achieve. With a comforting hand placed on her shoulder, she said "Soon dear." Esther managed a weak smile and nod in return.
Without Godric here, Esther felt awkward around the two of them. Sure, Isabel was kind to her when the situation called for it, but they usually paid her no mind; not attempting to converse with her on any level and she only ever saw them around the house occasionally, mainly when Godric was busy with sheriff business. She felt a bit babied by Isabel; like the female vampire was afraid she would shatter into a thousand fragile human pieces at any moment. And Stan? Five years since she first met him and he still sent chills down her spine; from the get-go he had made it very clear that she was unworthy of his superiors attention and affection, the way Godric doted on her baffled his thick skull to say the least. Esther was little more than the house pet in his eyes.
Needless to say, she was anxious for Eric to arrive with the supposed telepath. A familiar face would do her nerves a world of good, even if said familiar face would most likely glare at and coddle her to no end; Eric was probably the closest thing to a friend she had besides Godric. Though they would never admit it openly, they had a vague respect for each other, no matter how much their polar opposite personalities clashed.
The sound of footsteps down the hallway brought her back from her thoughts. Her breath hitched as she took in the tall figure of Eric and instantly noticed his blonde hair—greatly contrasting with his typical outfit of black everything—was much shorter than the last time he visited, Esther concluded that it suited him; maybe she even admitted that it looked quite nice. Right now, though, she wanted more than anything to jump up and start crying on him; to which he would most likely push her away and complain about his tear stained shirt. She didn't jump up though, she stayed put, like a good human and didn't cause a dramatic tear filled scene that embarrassed everyone within a twenty metre radius. She knew when to behave. Most of the time, at least.
His icy blue eyes found hers across the room though, just one glance and she felt imperceptibly at ease; with Godric missing, Esther had felt like she was surrounded by strangers most of the time, she had no friends outside of the nest. She was merely acquaintances with a few human companions that sometimes hung around the nest, but Esther Faye was not exactly what one would call a social butterfly. So it was no surprise that she found herself calming considerably at his arrival, no matter how intimidating he came off to be; that was just Eric.
Eric was shortly followed by a petit blonde wearing what seemed like a red picnic blanket posing as a dress.
Based on the dress and her vampire companion alone, I can tell we probably have more than a few things in common…
As soon as the thought popped into Esther's head, the blonde met her gaze with an amused smile and eyes that sparkled. Esther sat up straight like a deer in the headlights.
Oh right, she's probably the telepath. Esther blushed profusely at having her thoughts invaded straight off the bat. She noticed the telepath's lips twitch slightly like she was about to laugh, but Stan spoke before any type of introduction could take place.
"Should have told me Eric hired a fuckin' human, Isabel."
Esther felt affronted by his words, but kept quiet, already knowing how he was towards humans and being used to his attitude by now. The telepath, however, did not take kindly to his arrogance.
"Now wait just a minute…" She started but her dark haired vampire demanded that Stan show her respect, to which she thanked him.
Isabel turned to Stan with petulance "I couldn't tell you Stan, you've been off on your own for days." She said.
"Are you sure that Godric was abducted by the fellowship of the sun?" Eric offered as he paced back and forth impatiently.
"Yes." Stan said.
"No." Isabel said.
Esther rolled her eyes as the underlings spoke at the same time.
"They're the only ones with the organisation and man power." Stan said.
"They're amateurs, Stan, it doesn't make any sense. This is Godric we're talking about," Isabel raises her eyebrows and looks pointedly at the telepath "two thousand years old."
"Old don't make you smart." Stan interjected and Isabel shot him a look, continuing what she was saying. "Besides, they have no proof."
"If they've got him, I'll be able to hear it," the blonde spoke up "it's my job."
"There's no reason to wait," Stan said "we need to take these fanatics down, full out attack, exterminate them like the vermin they are, leave no trace."
Esther really hated to admit it, but she liked the sound of that. She wouldn't be opposed to kicking down a few doors—and butts—if it meant getting Godric back home and safe. Yes, she may lack the know-how and coordination to achieve anything too fancy, but she would do anything to help right now.
"Hmm, vampire hating church annihilated, wonder who did it?" Isabel took on a sarcastic tone "Fucking brilliant."
"I doubt the King of Texas would approve the destruction of our international political agenda…" The dark haired vampire spoke with amusement.
"Fuck that. The great revelation was the biggest mistake we ever made." Stan provoked.
"Don't use Godric to make your own little power play." Isabel warned.
Esther watched silently. Vampire politics. She was one hundred percent for vampire rights, but she could do without the politics side of it all. It didn't really interest her; she had met Godric two years prior to the revelation so nothing had really changed apart from the fact that she could now introduce him to…well…people. She didn't exactly have family, or relatives. She was a foster child, getting palmed off from family to family. Growing sick of it, she found a job at sixteen with the corner coffee shop and moved into her own shitty little apartment. She also found it difficult to make friends, not exactly one to drive the conversation, she often found herself preferring the quiet moments alone. Well, until she stumbled across Godric.
"You're completely incompetent!"
Esther's eyes flashed up to Eric as he snapped. She's seen this Eric on more than one occasion. More than she would like.
"Why does Godric insist on surrounding himself with clowns…?" Eric seethed.
"We invited you as a courtesy, this is not your district; you have no voice here." Isabel stated in a superior tone.
"Yeah sheriff, why don't you run on back to Louisiana, we don't need you or your puppets."
Stan was starting to piss Esther off; nothing new there.
"Oh I'm not going anywhere…" Eric said lowly, making Esther hide a smirk of satisfaction; she was generally on the same wave length with Eric when it came to mutually disliking someone. If there was someone in the room giving off bad vibes, they were both very aware and easily agitated; but the difference was, Eric was more than likely going to be vocal about his irritation.
He was her voice when she was too shy or even scared to speak up.
"What we need is a plan." The telepath's vampire cut in.
"I have a plan." Stan said with irritation.
"It's not a plan, it's a movie—
"It's not a movie, it's a war." Stan stated pompously.
"Idiots." Eric grated out, and angrily returned to pacing.
"Pre-emptive strike!" Stan proclaimed, but got shut down by Isabel "Of course, so the federal government can bomb us back into the middle ages!" She said.
They continued to bicker until Esther's nervous system jolted when Eric threw a vase at the wall in rage, quickly turning on them in frustration "Godric has protected you, made you rich, and you stand there spitting and scratching like infants!"
Esther grimaced slightly at the broken shards that once used to be quite a rare antique piece.
"Don't you care that there's a traitor in your midst?" The unfamiliar vampire interceded, when the two responded in disbelief, the telepath confirmed "Someone tried to kidnap me at the airport."
"You were the only ones that knew she was coming."
"Explain." Eric ordered.
When they went to argue again, the blonde cut them off "Look, if y'all argue anymore, I'm either gonna fall asleep or start screaming, so this is what we're gonna do."
Esther perked up, finally some action. Her butt was getting sore from all the sitting around and waiting.
"I'll infiltrate the fellowship of the sun—
"Absolutely not." Her vampire objected.
"Let her speak." Eric said.
Yes, please.
"Since Bill glamoured the kidnapper, no one there knows who I am," so that's his name "I can pretend I wanna join the church, and check out all their thoughts."
"No. During the day, none of us will be able to help you—
"I…I can."
Esther had not realised that she had spoken until all eyes were on her. Why were people always so shocked when she spoke up? Oh well.
"I can go with her, I mean, two is better than one, right?" Shut up. Shut up. You'll end up babbling awkwardly.
"I don't think so." Eric chuckled with a sardonic grin.
Esther blinked at Eric in surprise, then she sobered up "I don't really think you have a say in what I decide, Eric." She puffed up with defiance and he glared daggers into her poor soul. It didn't have any effect though, she had been pierced by them many times before; she could handle it.
The perky telepath gave her an encouraging smile and Esther returned it, timidly. "See Bill, it'll be fine. It'll only take a little while, really Bill, it's simple."
"Waste of time…" Stan said, shaking his head as he left, grabbing his hat and placing it upon his head as he added "I want no part of this." And with that, he was out of the room.
"There's no easier way to find out if they are involved." Isabel concluded.
"If it leads us to Godric, we'll do it," Eric said and gave a resigned glance to Esther "the decision is made."
There was a short silence before Bill spoke to Eric "A few words?" He gestured for Eric to follow and they retreated to the opposite side of the large living area. Isabel clasped her hands together and turned her attention to the two girls left, mainly the telepath though.
"So tell me, how goes your human-vampire relationship?"
...
Shortly after a proper introduction and some small talk, Bill and Sookie took their leave and Isabel disappeared from the room. Though when Eric hung back and approached her, Esther felt herself cave under the pressure of being so blatantly human in his presence, she is almost crushed under the weight of the past few days and she collapses into him once he gets close enough. The shaky sobs were muffled into his shirt as he went rigid, waiting for her to calm down.
He puts up with this for a few seconds more, but Esther could have predicted it when he sighed with impatience and pushed her away, holding her off at arm's length by her shoulders.
She peers up at him with a flushed, tear stained face, embarrassed at her human tendencies getting a hold of her as usual.
"Don't be weak." He admonished in a flat tone and she nods while wiping at her eyes with her sweater sleeves and sniffling.
"Sorry…" She muttered and he removed his hands from her shoulders.
"I still don't know what my maker saw in you."
She pressed her lips together, but the hint of a smirk from him softened the blow a bit "There's a room at Carmilla with your name on it if you want it. Or you can stay here," he glanced in the direction that Isabel left the room "your choice." He offered with nonchalance.
Esther understands what he's doing, and feels almost touched. Almost.
"Oh, sure okay. It'll make it easier to meet up with Sookie in the morning anyway." She straightens her clothes and heads towards the hallway "I'll just grab some of my things first." She throws over her shoulder at him as she scurries down an adjoining hallway.
Soon enough she arrives back in the room with a black duffle bag full of clothes and other personal items. Eric is leaning against the front door with a bored expression that stays the same as he opens the door for her, directing her to a black SUV as she passes by.
The ride to Hotel Carmilla is spent in silence, both of them with their thoughts elsewhere. When they arrive, Eric has her bag slung over his shoulder and is walking towards the entrance before Esther can even get out of the vehicle. She clumsily unbuckles her seatbelt and almost falls out of the car, rushing to catch up with his long legged stride.
The inside of the Hotel is intimidating for Esther, to say the least. She had never been here before; there had never been a need to. She felt that the decorum was a little cliché, but it was definitely high class. Esther wanted to stand around and gape at her surroundings, but Eric's pace was unrelenting as he marched towards the elevator.
One elevator ride and a few long hallways later, they come to a stop at room 216.
"I have personal business to attend to down at the bar. It's best if you stay up here, watch TV, take a shower, order room service; just don't leave the room." He spoke with an air of dictatorship that caused Esther to bristle as he dumped her bag onto the bed.
"Um, okay then…" She said with a slight roll of her eyes.
The action didn't go unnoticed and Esther just stood there awkwardly in the middle of the room as he went to leave without commenting "I'll be back just before dawn." He said right before firmly shutting the door behind him.
She huffed and plopped down on to the edge of the bed just as her stomach grumbled. After being absent for the days she had spent fretting, her appetite had come back with a vengeance.
…
Shortly after she hung up on room service, Esther flicked through the TV channels while she waited, blanching when she came across the adult movies and quickly fumbling to change the channel; throwing a quick glance to the front door just in case.
Room service came and went, and after stuffing her face with a cheeseburger and a milkshake, she thought a shower sounded great before going to bed. A quick glance at the clock told her that it wasn't even midnight yet, so she grabbed some pyjama shorts and a loose black top before locking the bathroom door behind her.
…
Esther exited the bathroom in a cloud of steam, clad in her sleep clothes with her hair damp and hanging limp just past her shoulders. Her bare feet padded softly against the carpet as she made her way across the dark empty room to flick the switch on the bedside lamp.
The lamp emitted a warm glow as she pulled the covers back on the—in her opinion—grossly oversized bed and climbed in. With a small huff and a flick of the switch, she plunged the room back into darkness and was left to lay there with her thoughts.
Her brows furrowed and her hands tightened in the fabric of the sheets. She missed Godric so damn much and if tomorrow turns out to be a waste of time, she's going to lose it.
How? How did he get taken away from her?
I thought you were untouchable…
It didn't make any sense to her and the more she thought about it, the more her head hurt until she flopped onto her stomach with frustration and gave in to exhaustion.
