Hey guys,
So here's the first of the short stories. It's my take on the maenad attack from the beginning of the Living Dead in Dallas book. Charlaine Harris still owns the characters from the wonderful Southern Vampires Mysteries. I'm currently on half term even though I've technically graduated college, so I'm doing quite a bit of writing because of the hours I'm spending studying. I had my hair cut yesterday; half of it's gone! My mid-back length hair is now barely scraping my shoulders, but it does mean you can now read all of the writing on my 'Team Northman' t-shirt. Anyway, on with the short story.
I had the radio blaring as I drove down the quiet Parish road on the way to Fangtasia; happily singing along although very out of key. I couldn't carry a tune to save my life but it never bothered me. I laughed as one of Jace Everett's song came on, crooning the words that rang true in my head; the bad things that I desperately wanted to do to Eric. It was Monday night and by our usual routine he should have been at home tonight but he was stuck at the bar, trying to hire a new bartender.
The night was black with the only illumination coming from my car's headlights and the dim stars shining down from above, the moon was hidden behind some clouds. The balmy summer air was finally beginning to cool after several hours of the sun setting down below the horizon. I could feel Eric's happiness coming down from across the bond as he knew I was getting nearer; it only helped to amplify my own joy. I hadn't seen him in a couple of days as the recent staff changes at the bar and kept him tied up in Shreveport whilst I was stuck at Merlotte's.
The juddering of the car brought me back down to Earth with a sudden bang as I realised something was wrong with my old car. I knew I should have taken the truck when I set out but tomorrow I was finally giving away my car and I needed to take it for one more drive. Tomorrow someone would be collecting it to drive it down to New Orleans to give to a family still in need. It was the least I could do considering the amount of cars available to me thanks to Eric. I'd managed to convince him to donate his old model ZR1, which had been quite a task but he'd relented in the end, buying himself the new model.
The car shook violently and I could feel the power draining from the engine quickly. My foot slammed down on the breaks as the steering went wild, turning sharply to the left on its own volition. The trees were coming up fast in front of me and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I held my breath, preparing myself for the impact. The engine cut completely as I hit the grass verge, still hurtling towards the tree line of the woods that lined the road. The brake pedal was fully to the ground but I still continued to roll forward, simply not having enough time to stop. Letting go of the steering wheel I threw my arms in front of my face, cowering back into the seat.
My entire body jarred as the front bumper collided with one of the trees, altering the car's course. I was thrown against the door as the car skidded sideways along, thankfully losing momentum with every second. I rocked forward as the car suddenly stopped and my neck screamed in instant pain as I collapsed backwards against my seat. The breath I'd been holding rasped out of me and I continued to pant as I took stock of everything that hurt. My eyes were still shut but I could already feel the concern and worry winding down the link I had to my vampire. Eric knew something had happened.
Pain radiated throughout my entire body which wasn't good since adrenaline was still pumping through my veins. Slowly, I opened my eyes to find myself staring at a tree that was splayed across the bonnet of the car. A large crack splintered the glass of the windshield, threatening to shatter into tiny shards at the slightest movement. Bruises were erupting on my flesh, sending the loud ache thudding through my body. The groan was out of my mouth before I could even think of holding it back.
I needed to get out of the car before the windshield broke; I didn't want to have to go through the hell of getting so scratched and cut if I could avoid it. Carefully, with shaking hands, I unclasped the seatbelt that I knew had left a mark going across my chest when I'd been flung forward. The door opened with little effort and I half fell out of the car, I was so desperate to escape. Without thinking I shut the door behind me to hear the shattering of the glass as all the shards fell onto the old leather seats from the rattle of the door closing.
Breathing sharply through my nose I crawled away, on hands and knees to sit against a tree by the road side so that I was visible to passing cars but still safely off of the road. My knees were grazed, oozing blood, from the fall to the ground and my hands were in the same shape. Purple was erupting in several shades over a lot of my body and my neck ached when I moved. Overall though, it could have been a lot worse and I was relieved to be okay. That's when the adrenaline seemed to leave my body entirely, a ghost not leaving any presence behind, and the trauma of being in the crash showed itself in the tears threatening to spill from my eyes.
More concern was weaving its way through my brain as I felt Eric's frustration of not being able to reach me. My cell phone was stuck inside the car but I already knew it was useless; you could never get signal here. I sighed in frustration at the situation; I was stuck without a car or cell phone, about equal distance from Shreveport and Bon Temps, injured. Eric was on his way to find me, I could feel him drawing nearer slowly, but he didn't know exactly where I was and it was a burden on my independence to need my man to come and rescue me.
My curled up fists thumped against the foliage strewn ground and I screamed through my teeth at the frustration. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks to drip from my chin. I threw my head back against the trunk of the tree and breathed heavily in through my nose and out my mouth, trying to calm myself down. As I sat in silence, listening intently to my breathing something broke the stillness I'd surrounded myself with. Scuffling footsteps sounded through the trees behind me, as though something searching for something amongst the tree roots.
My breath caught in my throat as I thought of all the possibilities; it had only been a week ago that the wild pigs had been spotted in the woods around Bon Temps. It wouldn't be difficult for them to walk a few miles further up the state. Tension thrummed through the air and the entire woods felt like it was holding its breath along with me. Nothing moved and nothing stirred. My heart thudding was the only thing I could hear; it filled my ears and drowned out the other noises.
I strained to hear anything above the thudding but the forest was eerily silent as I waited. Unable to stay without oxygen by breath rattled quietly out of me before I sucked in a deep gulp of fresh air. My body was tense as my senses were on alert, trying desperately to pick up on what was out there. Something wasn't right. Something was out in the night with me.
"Eric," I whimpered to myself as I sat perfectly still against a tree.
I cast around with my mind, testing the area for any brain signatures. No one was out there, there wasn't a single person creeping about, not a vampire either. The area was completely blank of visitors but the unearthly silence still clung to every surface, the noise deafening in its absence. All I could make out were the shapes of trees, growing closer together the further back I looked. That's when I heard it; the snapping of twigs underfoot. The rustling of leaves as feet walked through the bushes.
A bright light of activity suddenly erupted in my mind. The cacophony of thoughts stampeded through my mind and I collapsed. My hands went up to my ears, trying desperately to block out the words. None of the thoughts made sense, none of the thoughts were in English. The only thing I understood was the maliciousness that they were bred from. I screamed when the thoughts turned towards me; I saw myself on the ground, quivering through the eyes of the creature and I knew it wanted me.
"Eric!" I cried desperately as I scrambled onto hands and knees, desperately trying to get away from whatever was in the tree line. My scraped knees argued against the movement but I propelled myself forward, towards the road and the extra light the pale stars offered. Hands and feet moving faster than I could co-ordinate I narrowly avoided the trees, paying too much attention to the ground directly before me. By the time I was within a couple of meters of the road I was scrabbling in a half up right position, being pushed forward by my constantly falling momentum.
I broke free of the trees and the welcome light of the moon splashed down on my face and I felt hope in my heart which was still pounding in my chest. I gasped for breath as I kept running on the road, not caring which direction I was taking. My feet slapped on the tarmac, the sound echoing in the stillness of the night. A manic cackling erupted from behind me and a shiver ran down my spine. The clacking of hooves began to follow my on the road. The hooves pattered quickly on the floor, gaining with every passing stride.
"Stop!" A feminine voice commanded the laughter still clear in the single word. I ignored the order, running with renewed vigour against my screaming joints to avoid whatever fate awaited for me.
The hooves were almost on me, I could feel the hot breath of the creature against the backs of my bare legs. The animal ran into me, full pelt, taking my legs out from underneath me. I was thrown backwards, over its back and onto the solid tarmac. The air left my lungs and my back ached with the jarring stop. The wild boar pushed into my ribs, the large tusks digging angrily into the soft flesh of my stomach, rolling me over onto my side. I curled up instinctively. The pig stared at me with a strange intelligence in its eyes and the sick sensation of knowledge washed over me. The pig was a shape-shifter.
"The mighty always fall." The laughing voice called again from just behind my head. I flipped quickly onto my back, desperately trying to find her. There was nothing there, just an empty patch of road, vaguely lit by the stars. "Humans are so weak," she leered at me and I got the glimpse of long black hair trailing down a back from the corner of my eye before everything was still again. The yellow beady eyes of the pig glared into my head, daring me to move. "This will be much more fun, I expected a vampire. But the vampire's bonded, how much more appropriate." She sang as her slender body sashayed into view.
The long black hair was a tangled mess as it fell around her shoulders with the fringe partly obscuring her eyes which I knew were staring intently at me. Blood was smeared across her pale skin which looked slightly translucent in the dim lighting. A tattered dress which was once white clung to her curvaceous figure, leaving little to the imagination. The floating skirt gave way to bare feet which were caked in mud but she didn't seem to care. I couldn't stop myself from speaking my mind, "What are you?" I quickly retraced my steps, adding in my manners, "Madame, if it's okay to ask you that." I couldn't bring myself to smile at her.
She loomed above me as she took a graceful step forward. Slowly she lowered herself down to kneel in front of me, one disgustingly mucky hand reaching out as though to touch me. The long nail of her forefinger hovered above my skin, trailing down from my collar bones to below my navel. "Little girl, I am a Maenad. Don't you know you're history? Ask your big vampire." She grinned at me, lips peeling back until it was almost a snarl. She'd been eating something raw, sinews of muscles clung to the small gaps between her teeth.
"Now, I want you to pass this message along to the Northman. Are you listening?" Her finger was digging into the soft flesh beneath my sternum, between the buttons of my shirt. I nodded my head, not having the air to speak. "I want an answer. Are you listening?"
"Yes," I croaked out through a strangled gasp.
"Good. Now tell the Northman I am here." Her strangely styled eyebrows rose at the end of her speech, waiting for my answer. Confused I simply whispered another yes. "Now, I feel like having some fun tonight. You have until the count of three."
I didn't know what she meant; my brain was still focusing on being held in place by both the maenad and the boar. The pig pulled back a few paces, waiting in the wings. That's when I realised she was giving me a countdown to run. I didn't know what she was going to do if she caught me. "Three." All I did know is that I really didn't want to find out.
I pushed onto my hands and feet, crab walking backwards from under her presence. "Two." Her words rang in my ears as I realised she was counting much faster than I'd expected. My muscles thrummed with more adrenaline as I propelled myself backwards. I flipped over, onto my hands and knees again and began to push upwards so that I could run. "One." My stomach plummeted as my heart rose into my throat as her maniacal laughter filled my ears.
I didn't hear her starting to follow me. I didn't hear the pig. I felt the intense cacophony again as her brain focused entirely on me causing the bile to rise in my throat at the images of violence passing through her mind. All I really felt was the instant agony that swept through my entire body, covering my back in its searing heat. I screamed as I fell. No words just an agonised cry for help before all the air was knocked out of my lungs by the impact with the ground.
Everything hurt but it erupted from my back and it consumed every thought I had. The already dim night blackened completely until my world was just the pain in my back. Laughter rang through my ears, growing more distant as though it was haunting me, looking over my shoulder. I was falling in on myself and all other sense; sight, sound, taste and smell became void as they were consumed by the blackness and pain.
Time passed but I couldn't track it, I didn't know what was happening around me as I was completely in my own bubble, oblivious to the outside world. Eric's influence barely cut through as I realised he was drawing closer, getting near to me.
"Sookie!" A voice called out through the blackness with no body with which to belong. I recognised the voice with the very core of my being but I had no higher power. I heard it but it was the only thing that I registered. "Sookie," the voice whispered again, calling me up through the night.
Fresh pain washed across my body and it felt like I was constantly being stabbed by wasp down the lines etched deeply into my back. The jostling motions gave me the knowledge that I was being transported but to where and by whom were ideas beyond my capacity. My empty eyes stared out at leather seats that I couldn't place, that I didn't recognise. The only thing I knew was the pain. Screams and shouts began to fill my ears but I barely realised that they were coming from me.
I welcomed the blackness, the oblivion as I succumbed to the wonderful unconsciousness that brought relief from everything I was experiencing; there was no pain inside the black hole.
"Dr Ludwig! What can we do?" A deep voice growled out, cutting through my serenity.
"You can reign in your temper. I'm going to try to heal this woman, if it isn't already too late." A tiny voice, high in pitch, replied with a severity of tone that I wouldn't have thought possible.
"You need to heal her," my vampire replied. His voice was changing position relative to me as though he was pacing quickly back and forth across the room. Cool hands began to traipse across my heated flesh but I kept my eyes closed, that way the longer I could cling to the hope that I wasn't actually reality.
"Vampire, you would do well to calm yourself. I work better when I can concentrate on the patient." The squeaky voice replied. The pain began to ebb back into my conscious mind as I became more of myself. My shields were completely down but no brains were impeding on me, the doctor certainly wasn't human but she wasn't a vampire either. I could feel waves of her feelings brushing against my mind; her irritation at Eric's pacing, her irritation at being called out in the middle of the night, her irritation at having to work for vampires.
My eyes slowly fluttered open as I became more conscious and the pain wouldn't allow me to remain in my blissful peace any longer. My breath came in hissing gasps as I began to take in the room before me. I was splayed out on my front on the sofa in Eric's office, wearing only my shorts. Eric himself was pacing swiftly around the room, his long strides allowing him to cross one width in only three steps. His long hair was in tangles around his face as he kept running his fingers through the locks in frustration that he couldn't do anything to help me.
"Eric," I breathed out between my gasps. His face was instantly taking up my entire view as he peered intently into my eyes, taking all of my pain into himself.
"I'm here lover," he replied as his large hand carefully brushed back my hair from falling in my eyes. "You're going to be okay." A tight lipped smile decorated his handsome face as his deep voice sent calming, soothing waves across me and through the bond we shared.
"I'm going to knock you out now; you'll want to be asleep for this." The squeaky voice belonged to a tiny woman of a doctor garbed out in typical green scrubs. A mesh surgical cap kept the wiry hair in order whilst half moon glasses were perched atop her sharp nose. The beady eyes were a curious shade of yellow, bordering a more normal amber. It was her general stature that was the strangest though; she was petite beyond belief, standing barely four feet tall and she was completely dwarfed by my Viking who was only crouching beside her. Before I could respond in any way a sharp pin prick stabbed at my elbow as she injected a cream coloured liquid into my veins. Immediately the pull of serenity was lulling me back down into my oblivion. My eyelids began to close and my sense switched off as I was pulled down lower.
"Will this work?"A deep voice asked with concern.
"Who knows? She's very far gone."
"It has to work," my vampire growled out. It was the last thing I heard and I couldn't respond in any physical way to reassure him. My pain had disappeared completely and I was left in limbo, walking the line between waking and completely blackness. All I could do was send my love down that extra bond we shared to let him know that I cared for him deeper than I thought imaginable, at least I could tell him one last time if this was the end.
I awoke later with my head resting against something cool. Soft material wash pushed into my cheeks and a cool hand was stroking my other as my eyelids began to flutter. A breathy sigh escaped my lips as I awoke without the agonising pain gripping my body and I couldn't help but be happy that I was free in my own skin.
"Lover," a deep voice breathed as my eye finally opened to reveal his face watching over me from seemingly only inches away. "How do you feel?" His bass voice was full of concern and the deep frown line was in place down the centre of his forehead.
"Strange," I replied before really thinking about it. My muscles held a liquid feeling that usually only came with a good sleep but my joints ached as though I'd done several hours of hard exercise. My back was wonderfully free from pain but I could still feel the deep lines the talons had made in my flesh as though the wounds were still open. "I ache." I added finally as I began to push myself slowly into a sitting position.
My head had been resting in his lap and at some point while I'd been unconscious I'd been dressed in one of his plain black t-shirts that he kept stored at the club for emergencies. The soft material was strangely comforting against my skin, it helped that Eric's unique scent clung to the fabric, mixing the fresh scent of clean laundry with his definite masculinity. My back protested at my movement, the stretching sensation was oddly daunting, feeling as though I was going to rip open my flesh if I moved to fast. For all I knew, that could be exactly the case.
"Be careful," Eric cautioned as he placed his hands on my waist, lifting me effortlessly to sit across his lap. "Tell me what happened." It wasn't a question.
"I was in a little accident with my car," I started out wondering how shocking that news would be to him. In all honesty I didn't want to be talking about this now; I wanted to shower and not get dressed again, instead simply slip into bed and sleep until the memories of tonight had faded into the background. It didn't seem that this was news to him though; his body remained stiff, the tension thrumming through his muscles.
"I know."
"When I got out of the car I was bruised and shaken but fine. I was waiting for you when I heard something behind me. I heard someone laughing at me and I ran. I was running down the road when her pig barrelled into me, and he guarded me, keeping me down."
"Her pig?" He asked quizzically with his eyebrows rose. It was clear from how much attention he was paying that he'd already pieced together the events and was just checking everything through. His mind was elsewhere, deep in thought, whilst he cradled me almost absentmindedly against his chest.
"Yeah, razorback. But I don't think it was an animal, I think it was a shifter." I shuddered at the first memory I recalled that I felt true emotion for immediately. I couldn't ignore the intelligence I'd seen in those beady eyes as they stared into me as the pig held me in place with its sharp tusks. "She came up a few seconds later, threatening me from the start."
"Who is she? That's the only part that I can't understand. She left human tracks but she smelt like an animal." He nearly spat the words as his hand stroked carefully up and down my back, tracing the marks I could still feel.
"She told me she was a maenad, but she didn't look anything like the women I've read about." I shivered as I recalled her leering over me, ready to strike at any second.
"I'll keep you safe," he whispered into my hair as he pulled me protectively even closer into his chest. The stillness of his body washed over and I felt a sense of calm envelope me as I latched onto his silence. I nodded my reply, knowing that I would be safe as long as I was by his side, I knew, deep down where there wasn't true thought or reason that he would die to protect me.
"She asked me to send you a message."
"What did she want?" His voice was cold and laced with venom for the woman he'd never met.
"I was the message." I replied quietly.
"You were the message?" Eric growled out. He carefully placed me onto the sofa besides where we sitting so that he could begin his pacing again. This time it was slower, slightly crouched and he reminded me of a lion stalking its prey on the savannah, except my Viking couldn't see his prey.
"She told me to take a message to you, then she gave me to the count of three to start running, that's the only reason the scratches are on my back. She had me pinned on the ground, almost cutting into my stomach." His bright blue eyes flashed towards me, burning in his rage.
"I want to kill her!" He growled out as he leant against his desk that still had the marks from when I'd first met Pam at the bar.
"Is that a good idea?" I asked quietly, not wanting to see him get hurt. As much as it pained me to think it, I wasn't entirely sure that Eric would win in a fight against the maenad.
"No, not at all. They are very difficult to kill." He sounded like he was speaking about it from experience and he must have seen my curious expression because he continued, looking up at me from his stooped position. "It was St Petersburg, about 1880. She sent her madness into a vampire. It took twenty of us to stop him. If you really want to know I'll tell you sometime, but that time is not tonight."
"Okay. What does she want? She said she wanted a vampire but that she discovered me and that I'd be much better because I'm your bonded." The fury in his eyes would have been enough to make a grown man quake in his boots; I simply shivered in my seat, sitting back into the cushions carefully even though I knew the rage wasn't directed at me.
"I expect she wants tribute. I wish I was capable of killing her," he whispered. "You'll want to look away." He stated in a monotonous voice that I could feel through the bond was masking his pure red rage. I didn't look away; I knew what my bonded was and I wasn't going to shy away from his very nature.
Surprisingly calmly he walked over to one of the filing cabinets in the corner; one that I knew was mainly for storage of things that just simply didn't fit anywhere else. His muscular arm drew back, his fist curled up with knuckles showing even whiter than the rest of his pale skin. Quicker than I could see his hand had disappeared into the metal, buried up to midway toward his elbow. The metal groaning was reverberating around the room as he drew back, breathing hard through his nose. The metal of the cabinet had held but it had been forced to relinquish its shape to his incredible strength. A fist shaped dent created a crater in the side.
"I told you to look away," he whispered when he turned around to see me facing him, I could see his extended fangs when he spoke. "You shouldn't have to see that."
"I know what you are Eric, I'm beginning to understand what your basic nature does to you. But I know there's some good in you. If there wasn't it would have been me on the receiving end of that punch."
His eyes softened at my words, the edges crinkling slightly as some of his anger quickly retreated. He was kneeling beside me in an instant. "Never. I will never raise my hand in violence towards you Sookie, believe me." I honestly did as well. We'd been dating for a couple of years, bonded for a half a year of that; I knew him better than any other living person did. I knew his sincerity and honesty and the way his very nature screamed at him to protect me. I was safe with Eric.
"I know." I replied softly, placing my hand along the side of his face.
"I just wish it hadn't been you. I have to sort a tribute out for her." He smiled at me slightly before standing up to return to his pacing, trying to work off some of his built up energy.
"What's the tribute?"
"Maenads are the crazy worshippers of Dionysus, women driven insane by their lifestyle. They're immortal, truly immortal because after centuries of wishing and believing it to be so, they simply are. They live for wine, mystery and most of all intoxication so they have a special interest in bars such as this. They believe that all of the emotions linked with bars, such as anger, fun, fear and chaos, are theirs to feed on. They demand tribute when they see fit to keep their madness from clubs. The tribute will have to be something that she can eat, feed from in more ways than one."
"I'm guessing you don't mean cooking over a fire pit." I remembered the sinews of raw meat stuck between her teeth, the blood smeared across her lips.
"No. Bears, lions, wolves have been used before. I will do that same again. I should try to get something better though; import a polar bear or a pack of wolves, give her a real hunt. If I do she should leave this area for a long while, centuries at least. That will keep you safe." He nodded his head in finality before pulling out his cell phone. He tapped away on the keys sending someone a message, most likely Pam to begin organising something as tribute. "Pam." He nodded as he finished, flipping the phone closed and replacing it back in his pocket.
He walked over to me then, slowly and eased himself back down onto the sofa, pulling my back onto his lap. I was immediately cradled in his arms, my head resting on the crook of his shoulder. While we'd been talking my back had been healing; the stretching sensation was less even though I was curled up and the skin no longer felt like it was going to split open with the slightest motion.
"My darling Sookie, I have an apology to make." I pulled back from his chest to look him in the eyes with my eyebrows raised; Eric seemed to live by the notion that you should never regret any action so that you should never have to apologise. Even in our relationship he hardly ever verbally apologised although he did send me apologies in other ways; taking me somewhere special, doting upon my every whim and I could feel through our bond his guilt. It almost made apologies unnecessary but it was still nice to hear them. At the minute though, I couldn't think of anything he needed to apologise for.
"It's my fault you were attacked. No." He cautioned when he realised I was going to protest. He pushed my head back onto his chest with a large hand and he began to speak again, the vibrations through his chest oddly comforting. "It was my fault that you were even coming to Shreveport tonight; I should have been with you at home. You shouldn't have had to use your car; the truck wouldn't have caused you to crash like that. Even if you did you would have been able to drive away, after destroying most of the trees. You were attacked as a message for me. For this Sookie, I am deeply sorry. You should never have been in that situation. "
"You don't have anything to apologise for, it's not your fault. It's neither of our faults; it's the maenad and the sick, twisted mind she has."
"Even so, I'm sorry Sookie."
"It's okay, you came through for me. As soon as something went wrong with the car I could tell you were on the way for me; you probably saved me in the end. You got the doctor and I can feel your blood in my veins. It's your blood that's healing me."
"Yes."
"Then don't apologise again for something you can't change. It was nice to hear it though," I smiled, even though he couldn't see it. He would be able to feel my slight amusement.
"What can I do to help you feel better?"
"Let me heal, let me relax. I want to sleep."
"Do you want to go to your house or mine?" He asked with confusion, we hardly ever spent time at his house instead we divided our time between my house and our shared home that acted as our secret haven.
"I want to go home."
Remember, I love reviews almost as much as I love a Viking vampire willing to do virtually anything to apologise. The rest of this note isn't in bold because I find bold annoying to read.
I want your import on which order the stories come in, so I'm going to give you a brief overview and please let me know which you would most like to read. So in no particular order;
Dawn in Dallas – Eric surprises Sookie with a trip to Dallas for their first year anniversary and so that he can formerly introduce her to some of his almost peers. Things don't exactly go to plan when the vampires suspect that something is different about Sookie.
Vampire Heart – Eric proposes to Sookie in a typical vampire way, he wants her to be his bonded
Halloween Massacre – Eric's account of what happened in St Petersburg in 1876 with the maenad that sent her madness into a vampire
Miss June – Eric's account of meeting Sookie for the first time and how he came to be so enamoured with her that he turned up on her door step when he had amnesia
Bill – What really happened with Bill and why Sookie really wouldn't ever go back with him
Tea Cup Humans – a light hearted look into Sookie seeking to get her friendship back with Arlene. She's looking after Coby and Lisa one night when Eric drops by for a visit
Eric the Victorious – a conversation between Eric and Sookie where he divulges about his human life and how he became a vampire
These are the ones that I have actual plans for so let me know what you think. I'd also be happy to hear any suggestions for stories you guys have. Thanks!