Decided to throw this out there. I know I've been absent for some time. Hopefully I'll be fixing that. I have a few new ideas to throw out onto the table and…perhaps finishing old ones. You know I never promise. In the meantime, here's a True Blood fan fiction to satiate your thirst. I love the books and the show, so I figured it was about time I wrote something for it. I prefer Eric and Sookie over Bill and Sookie, however, so this is what was spawned. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Belongs to HBO and Charlaine Harris. The end.
Music Playing:Feeling Good - Muse
.You Make Me Feel Like I Am Home Again.
Eric knew very well what exactly it meant when Bill said Sookie was his. Eric knew exactly what was hidden deep beneath those darkened eyes of Bill's when Eric played the Viking in distress and got Sookie to do something that would once again bind them with his blood. Eric knew that if he had not had the sanctity of his Sheriff title and thousands of years under his belt, Bill would have torn him apart in no time, or at least attempted to do so. Eric knew that Sookie loved the ridiculous puss that called himself a Vampire, Bill, however eradicated this love was and had become. Eric knew that he was without enough compassion to even begin to feign faking a love for the telepath like Bill did.
But Eric also knew that it wasn't just because of pure pleasure that he was crying out her name and listening to her cry out his. In a way, he was sickly mourning for the love that he knew they could never share, no matter what bed they tried to accomplish it in.
Knowing this, Eric managed to hide his bloody tears by biting into Sookie's neck and concealing them as her own blood, letting his mind drift onto more important matters that he could fix, like figuring out one more way to get his scent off the telepath before Bill found out.