Prologue: Humanity
Eric Northman was not happy.
This was not a surprise to anyone who knew him- after about 1800 years wandering the earth, a numbness had encompassed him. In order to keep from loosing control, he had long ago learned to suppress anger, ecstasy, grief, fear. The things that clouted his judgement. Unfortunately, no one, not even a vampire, can select which emotions they keep and discard. He fell into a cool numbness.
So no, it was not a surprise that he was not happy because he was rarely anything. With the exceptions of while having sex and feeding, of course.
But on this particular day, being not happy was a surprise to him.
This change in feeling had signalled something in his mind- he had been happy.
Ever since Godric's death Eric felt a change in him. He felt a whisper of humanity in his soul. The heroic, unchanging pillar of his undead life was gone. It made a fracture in his being, and that fracture was letting all of those feelings he fought against so long sliding back into himself.
Before, Sookie was simply a curiosity. A interesting human. After 18 centuries, interesting was a trait hard to come by. Coupled with her resistance, he began to desire her. Her beauty didn't hurt either- but that much meant very little to him anymore. Beauties have blended together.
But after the death of his maker, the opening of the crack, his desire for her increased tenfold. Accompanied with feeling true anguish for the first time in centuries, he experienced true longing for a woman, body and mind. For the first time since birth.
And hell, if she could fill Bill this way, that weak, young vampire, Sookie could certainly do it for Eric, right.
But even after drinking his blood she still would not go to him.
The thought of them together made him happy.
His plan not working.
This made him unhappy.
The first revelation that more emotions were surfacing was startling. It created an anger inside him.
And now, Ginger, the idiotic daygirl, had let 300$ go missing.
And now she sat, quivering on a cushioned stool before him and Pam, only a few hours before the club opened.
"Should we call in Sookie?" Pam asked in her usual dry tone, her eyes never leaving the emaciated blood bag. "I could glamor her into telling us what happened, but I know how much you love to bring her in."
"What for? Even if..." He blanked on the daygirl's name, "Ginger didn't steal the money, she failed at her duties. And not for the first time might I add. I see no use for her anymore."
"Oh please don't fire me!" Her eyes had been watering before, but now tears streamed down her face now. Pathetic.
"Who said we were going to fire you?" Pam smiled viciously, "You aren't leaving. May I?"
"She's all yours. I'm going for a walk." Eric turned around and headed to the door. "See you at opening."
He could hear her screams. He had learned to tune that out long ago- what was happening to him?
Fucking humanity.
This is my first fan fiction, so please R&R!
The first official "chapter" should come soon.
