Prologue: Hell Hath No Fury…
"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned."
William Congreve
A/N: This is the beginning of what I intend to be a very long, very in depth fan fiction based on the Sookie Stackhouse Novels with a kick of True Blood thrown in. Both influenced my writing but the books more so. Please note that this is my first fan fiction for this particular series so I welcome your feedback as always, but please try not to flame too hard This story will contain strong adult themes such as STRONG sexuality, violence, blood letting, language, drug use and all the other delicious stuff that comes with the imagination. Please note that not all of the sexual situations in this story will be romantic and fluffy. I am not against that at all and there will be some of that, but I want to put out the warning so not to offend. This story has a strong M rating and I do as always take suggestions and appreciate each and every review that I get and appreciate every reader even if they are silent. I apologize to my Vampire Diaries fan fiction followers since I have not updated in so long, but my muse has taken me elsewhere right now and I do not want to put out anything that would be…well crap. Also note that this is an ERIC AND SOOKIE fan fiction. I love them together and well, that will show Now, the disclaimer: All rights (and mad props) go to Charlaine Harris and the creators, actors, and various others involved with the True Blood Series, no copyright infringement intended. OK, done with the long babble. Here we go and thank you in advance for reading
Sookie's POV:
I knew I was awake, but this had to be a dream. This couldn't be real because I felt so strange inside. I felt as if I were numb, completely void of real feelings or emotions and completely clueless on how to get any of them back. It felt as if it was someone else walking up those cold basement stairs that led to the main floor of the club that had been ironically named Fangtasia, shutting (and locking) the door behind her and then laying the large set of keys on the empty bar before turning towards the door. This wasn't real, I knew it couldn't be because I would never do this. I would never hurt the people that I loved in this way and I would never truly believe that revenge did anything more than make a bigger mess than a problem already had. But, if this wasn't real and I didn't believe all these things then why were there matches in my hand? Why did I smell gasoline and why was there a thick band of smoke beginning to pour out from underneath the basement door? This was bad, I needed to get out of here.
I had the main entrance to the club in my sights and I focused on it as I made my way across the empty dance floor. I moved past the freshly delivered boxes of alcohol that of course would have been unpacked by the human that the club owner employed to do his daily bidding…what was her name again? I shook my head as I heard the shrill shriek of the club's fire alarms begin to ring through my ears and began to move faster toward the door until I finally felt the cool metal under my fingertips. I opened the door and stepped out into the sun, something I hadn't done from this side of the door in a very long time.
As I stepped out into the blinding summer sun of Louisiana, I slid on my favorite pair of black sunglasses that had been a present from Gran for a birthday of mine that seemed as if it had happened in another world, let alone another life. Just as I walked through the door way, I turned and took one more look back at the club that only a few hours before held over a hundred patrons, both human and supernatural, in which I was one of. I let out a shaky breath and then turned around and let the heavy door slam behind me with a loud crash that I could barely hear as I started moving through the empty parking lot. It wasn't until I reached the far edge of the pavement, just before I hit the sun scorched grass that I finally heard the sounds that led me to believe that this definitely wasn't a dream. I heard their screams.
The sound of pained, tortured and desperate voices assaulted my ears as the smoke filled the air around me and nearly choked me into submission. I slowly turned around and stared back into the flames as I let myself come back to the reality I was trying to push out and take in the scene around me. Flames poured out of the doors and very few windows that had once protected the vampires and the ones who loved them from the outside world of which definitely did not. Who knew that the one they apparently needed the most protection from was the one that was already inside… the one they thought loved them the most….me.
Memories flashed through my mind at warp speed as I still tried to piece together what had happened here today. I knew I was upset, I knew I was hurt and I knew my heart had been broken in a way that my brain wouldn't even let me acknowledge. I saw broken images of the one who had caused this pain, but every time I caught a glimpse of his strong masculine face, I felt my brain push him back out. I couldn't handle it, I couldn't handle him. He had done something to me. He had done something horrible, something that I couldn't speak out loud and now he was paying the price. I knew that I would have died for him and I could feel deep inside that on more than one occasion I nearly had. Whatever he had done, I knew it had been bad and even though I couldn't exactly put my finger on what it was, I knew that if it had ended like this…well just maybe he deserved it.
Finally, I realized that it was time to go. I had obviously done something horrible and judging by how I could hear the faint call of sirens down the street, I couldn't risk just letting the authorities find me standing in the parking lot of a burning down bar looking all forlorn and what not. No, that just wouldn't be good. So I turned off my brain to focus on the task of getting the hell out of there, but it was then that the screams from inside became louder, closer and more familiar. I could pick out each individual vampire's voice screaming in pain and begging for release from their torment, each in their own native language. I heard pleas for help and curse words all laced together and even a couple prayers…that I wasn't quite expecting. One thing, however, was missing from the pained screams that were coming from inside that burning building. A certain voice was missing that something inside of me was longing deeply to hear. It was a deep voice with a slight accent that even thinking of sent shivers up my spine and caused all the hairs on my neck to stand up straight. But, that voice was only in my mind. I could not hear nor feel anything from the one that I was searching for. I don't know why I wanted to hear his voice or feel his pain, pain that I had caused, but I did. I wanted to feel the power inside of him rushing out of that crumbling castle and I wanted to feel it all around me again. My soul seemed to cry out for him and the fact that I couldn't seem to pull anything of him from inside that building to connect to, felt as if I were burning up in the fire as well. But, in reality I wasn't and in this reality I really needed to get out of there.
I don't remember if I took a taxi, a bus, or hell if I even walked, but I somehow made my way back to Bon Temps. This small town had been my home since I was born and even thought I knew that I was in a heap of trouble right now, I knew this was the right place to be. So, I made my way through the small downtown shopping area that I think I used to go to with Tara and eventually found myself outside of the small apartment complex that held the place that I had called home for what I believe had been nearly three years now. Time sure does fly when death seems to come knocking at your door more often than the postman.
By the time I made my way up to the third floor of my building, the sun was setting on my little piece of Louisiana. Something that felt like fear or anxiety rushed over me as the sky began to darken, so I hurried myself to my apartment door and quickly made my way inside. I crossed the threshold into my dark home and flicked on the lights as I kicked off my sandals. I threw my purse that I had forgot I was carrying on the kitchen table as I walked over to the cupboard and felt a wave of relief wash over me as I saw a large bottle of brown liquor staring back at me. I reached up to remove the bottle of whiskey, but as my fingers hit the cool glass bottle I felt it. It was like a switch had been flipped on inside of me and everything that had been taken from me that I couldn't quite place only moments before had immediately been put back. I felt a rush of heat, sensation, passion, emotions, and deep undying love wash over me. I felt need…the kind of need that filled a starved man's belly and then I felt something else. I felt rage and it felt strong.
The bottle of liquor slipped through my fingers and crashed to the floor in a matter of seconds. I felt the glass shatter against my feet before I even heard the sound of the bottle breaking. My body began to shake and I felt a sheen of sweat break out over my skin. I took in a deep breath and then flipped my long blonde hair over my shoulder as I slowly turned around. I stared into the emptiness that surrounded me, but my apartment was anything but empty even if it appeared that way. I moved slowly over the glass and started to make my way from my small kitchen to the open space of the living room. Everything still appeared to be in its place, but the air felt different. Slowly, I stopped walking and closed my eyes. I took in a deep breath and I felt my heart begin to race as his scent hit me like a freight train. The crisp salty smell of the sea, the musky smell of leather and the addictive smell of his sweet breath that seemed so close I could almost taste it. So close….
"Open your eyes, Sookie." His deep voice commanded of me as I stood in the darkness trembling. I shook my head as I kept my eyes clamped shut. I felt like a child and I couldn't face him. I couldn't open my eyes to the terror I felt surrounding me, I just wanted this all to go away.
"No." I whispered in a shaky voice that I recognized. It was the voice that I remembered as mine from only a short time before. A voice that I don't believe I had used in a while, but a voice that he knew very well.
"And, why not?" He asked in an eerily calm voice. I shook my head and my trembling turned to nearly convulsing as I choked back my tears.
"I don't want to see it." I whispered shamefully. I could feel his breath on my face and a mixture of fear and excitement shot up my spine in a way that scared me to death.
"What don't you want to see, my sweet Sookie?" He asked and as he spoke I could hear the smile on his lips. Tears began to stream down my face….he was going to enjoy this…and I guess I couldn't blame him.
"You killing me." I stuttered as the tears that I had held back erupted and poured down my face with all the emotion that had been blocked out since I couldn't quite remember when.
"Open your eyes, Sookie." He said once again, and this time I could not hear a smile on his lips. I swallowed, but couldn't quite get past the lump that had formed in my throat. He wasn't messing around anymore, it was time to face my fate. I took in a deep breath and opened my eyes.
He didn't say anything as my eyes finally focused on him and he didn't move either. Instead, he stood before me in complete silence and stared at me with an expression that I didn't recognize. His blonde hair had fallen from its usual slicked back style and lay in a mess against his forehead. His jaw was tight just like the rest of his body, which I could only guess was held in anger. But his eyes, those beautiful aqua pools of light, hurt me much more than anything he could ever do to me ever would.
"Eric…I…" I started as I searched for how to explain what even I couldn't even understand, but as it turned out I didn't need to. As soon as my mouth opened Eric had his hand over my lips and in an instant I flew across the room and hit the wall behind me with a thud as his body crashed against mine. I screamed against his hand as more tears flowed down my cheeks and images from my life flashed before my eyes.
"Why, Sookie?" Eric hissed as he stared at me. I cried against his hand as I tried to speak, but no sound came out. I must have looked pathetic as I tried to explain because he finally sighed and released his hand.
"How are you not dead?" I asked in disbelief as I completely ignored his question. Eric let out a sigh and rolled his eyes.
"I am over a thousand year's old, lover. I think I can find my way out of a burning building. Now, why?" He asked more strongly as he pushed himself harder against my small body. I let out a ragged breath as I felt my heart pound harder against my chest and my mouth go dry. Nearly every muscle in Eric's body was pressed against mine and I could feel my heart pounding through him as if his was beating all on its own. My body got warm and heat started to spread through me like wildfire as I searched for an answer. I hadn't been this close to Eric in a while and even though I knew I would be laying at his feet in a pool of my own blood soon, blocking out the sensation my heart had been begging for this long seemed impossible.
"You destroyed me Eric. You took something inside of me that I can never get back because I only feel it when I am with you. You took everything! You emptied me and then you abandoned me! Everyone abandoned me and none of you fucking cared! I was left and then something happened to me and I don't remember what, but then I was there….and…." I couldn't speak anymore. The tears were flowing out of me too fast and my argument wasn't strong enough to save my life so I stopped. I stared at Eric who looked at me with calculating eyes as he slid his hand down my arm that was pressed above my head and down my side. I whimpered slightly without my own consent as I felt my body push itself harder against him (also without my consent) as the sensations of his touch exploded over places on my body that his hand hadn't even come near.
"You hate me enough that you would try to give me the final death as I rest, but yet I touch you and you melt against me. I can feel how much you want me and I know that I could have you right now, even though you know why I am here and what I am here to do. How is that possible, Sookie?" He asked and his voice seemed actually confused as he questioned me. Eric Northman normally did not do confused.
"I don't hate you Eric, I'm so sorry. I love you, I don't know what happened." I whispered through my tears as I choked on my sobs. Eric's eyes went dark in a flash and suddenly his hand snapped around my throat. I gasped for air as my hands flew up to try to pry his hands off of me, but of course it was no use. A one hundred and twenty pound human girl doesn't exactly have a huge chance against a six foot five vampire.
"You burnt down my club! That is what fucking happened! You murdered vampire's that I have known ten times longer than you have even been alive! You tried to murder me." Eric screamed, but his last few words came out in more of a gasp as his body slacked slightly against mine. I saw crimson tears brimming in his eyes, but after a thousand years Eric knew better than to let one fall.
"I'm so sorry Eric." I gasped as I felt my chest grow tight from lack of air and the pressure of his strong body against me. Eric shook his head and looked down as he took in a very deep and unnecessary breath. Slowly, he raised his eyes and as his eyes locked with mine I saw his fangs drop down from his gums and slide perfectly into place. He did not speak, but his words assaulted my mind. I heard his apology, his longing, his love and his regrets all wrapped into sentences in a language I didn't understand flow through me. I heard his explanation for what I had assumed had been betrayal and I felt the connection to him that I had feared, run from and then clung to as it slipped away, lock back into place securely. I felt his blood moving through my veins and mine in his and every emotion he had ever felt in his entire life, both human and immortal. I felt everything I had longed for my entire life and then I felt his fangs sink deep into my throat with a quick turn of his head.
I didn't scream. I didn't cry anymore because I knew that my tears no longer served a purpose there. I simply dropped my hands from the hand Eric still had on my throat and raised them to his head that was nestled in the crook of my shoulder. I threaded my fingers through his hair as his fangs sank deeper and pulled him closer to me. What I was doing made no sense and obviously I had become delusional from the blood loss because just as the room around me went completely black, I could have sworn that I heard the sound of a sob against my throat and feel bloody tears run down my skin.
Alright….so what do we think? Is this something that anyone would be worth reading about? Finding out how they got to this point? Their story and what truly happened to cause all of this? Please let me know, I am already working on the next chapter just in case. I hope everyone liked and once again I appreciate everyone that read it. Please read and review, I would really be thankful.