I've been thinking about writing for a while, so this is my first ever attempt at fanfiction. I wouldn't have done this otherwise so thanks go to Millyvincent!
I would also like to say that I tire of the love/hate preferences of Eric/Bill. I don't love one and hate the other. I like them both but for different reasons, my pairing tags reflect the first chapter and maybe be subject to change/be added to.
This is a 'what if' set after season 6's ending, if Sookie's relationship with Alcide never happened.
Please note that this is set within the True Blood universe and not the Sookie Stackhouse novel universe!
Disclaimer: I own nothing of True Blood or the Sookie Stackhouse novels, and am graciously borrowing them to appease my need for more of the characters & antics!
My breathing came to a halt in my throat, my mind ticking with bewilderment. The sight before me caused me to tremor as my brain processed what I was seeing. Any hatred, fear or loathing I had once ever felt was eradicated in that instance.
The charred mass of flesh was cradled in a coffin, the lid open. I fell to my knees as I looked upon the face of its inhabitant.
"Oh Eric," I managed to utter, my words barely even a whisper. I clutched the side of the coffin with my right hand and hovered my hand over the scarcely visible face of Eric Northman.
"Miss Stackhouse" The burnt lips slowly formed Eric's preferred usage of my name, ever the formalities regardless of his frail state.
"What happened to you?" I spoke softly, on the verge of tears. I had remained on unsteady grounds with Eric since our previous encounters while he was under a witch's spell. Since that space of time, there had been awkward and tense glances, silent reminiscences from both our parts. We had never spoken about it. Something would always get in the way.
"Sun," he groaned, his burnt mouth lingering open. "Blood…wore off," He continued.
"Eric, -" I began, but I was rudely cut off.
"Oh good, it's you." Pam said irritably.
"Pam what the hell happened to Eric?! Why didn't you call me sooner?" I said, ignoring her tone of voice. Pam sighed and placed a hand on her hip, and raising her eyebrows she stalked toward me in her pink heels. She looked more threatening than anyone else I'd ever seen in a tracksuit, however.
"Of course Sookie I do apologise," said Pam, shaking her head slightly and rolling her eyes sarcastically. "I'm not in the mood for any human shit today, he hasn't even started healin' yet so I'm a little bit pre fucking occupied!" Pam bellowed so the walls of Fangtasia's dank basement rolled the words out to ring in my delicate, human ears.
"Pam I can heal him. So you decide whether you wanna deal with me and my human shit to use your words. Or, I can go back home…" I wasn't seriously considering leaving Eric in this state. But I had a capacity of how much frustrated screaming Pam I could deal with, and my quota was filling up. I came to Fangtasia because Eric's newest Willa had come to find me and told me she sensed her maker in trouble. Obviously Pam hadn't been very forthcoming with the information to her own sister. Was that right? Yes.
"Sookie wait. I'm sorry, alright. Really. I'm so freaking pissed he left," She drew a hand to her eyes before a blood tear rolled down her flawless cheeks. Her long eyelashes shielded her cold gaze from me momentarily but it was soon back. "And I didn't wanna admit he needed you more than me to heal him." She admitted finally, turning away from me. Her blonde hair flowed down her back over her jacket, and I noticed she had bloodstains on the cuffs, as if blood had recently been spilled in that region. I reached a hand forward to touch her shoulder and thought better of it. The only time when Pam was ever okay with me was when Eric was safe, had just been saved, or when she was high off of Bill's blood. And right now neither of those things were applicable. I knew there was only one thing to do to help Pam.
I took a deep breath and ran my right hand along the forearm of my left clutching the skin there tight. Exhaling, I mentally prepared myself. Giving blood was not something I was comfortable with, especially when I had to initiate the flow myself as it reminded me way too much of the time I had spent searching Alcide's van for something to cut myself with to bring Bill back to life. And that ended badly.
But this is what I had to do. Eric wasn't unconscious. But my guess was that he was merely hanging onto threads of consciousness as it was. I knelt by the coffin and ever so lightly brushed Eric's jawline with my thumb. Even though he was dead I heard Eric suck in a breath sharply as he smelt how close my skin was to his mouth. Pam watched cautiously.
"You know for him, there's more than two kinds of sun he can burnt by," Pam murmured, her eyes red fresh from releasing a single crimson bead of sadness. Of course.
"If I could take it all back,…well I don't think I would. You seem to hate me when I'm with him and when I'm not. Make up your mind." I told her firmly. She eyes widened with predatory instincts, she was always going to protect her maker and see to it that his best interests where being assessed.
"I have seen him take the most beautiful queens and princesses and drain them to death, only pausing to fuck in their remains. Never caring, never once asking permission to take what he wants. Then there's you." She said icily, her arms were crossed firmly across her chest. Her cheek still marred with a red streak. I couldn't speak. What defence did I have? I had no idea what it was that drew Eric to me. Perhaps the blood, that seemed to be just about everyone else's idea too. But this was the blood that would save the man I could have loved fully if I hadn't had conflictions with another at the time. As it was, I was happy staying single.
I brought my arm to my mouth and bit down swiftly. My blunt teeth were no good on my skin, and sensing my frustration Pam stepped over to me and took my wrist, raising it to her pink lips. She smelled the skin and her eyes visibly rolled back into her head. Shuddering, she lowered my arm.
"Sookie," She said wickedly. My heartbeat stepped up a few notches. Her eyelashes flickered up to allow her gaze into my eyes, and if it were any other human that wasn't so used to having vampire blood in their system all the damn time, they would have missed the pupils in Pam's eyes dilate. Holding my wrist at arm's length, she dropped her fangs and edged her lips back and looked at my terrified expression with an evil grin. "That's not good enough," she announced darkly, and in a flash she yanked the wrist she was holding so my bodily crashed into her cool firm one, her fangs piercing into my neck. She thrust my body over the coffin and slammed the lid down.
"Enjoy her, my master." Pam word's were muffled as I heard the sound of heels trotting up the stairs.
My heart beat for the three of us when a cool tongue found my wounds.