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This August night was more insufferable than usual, Eric Northman (owner of the successful vampire bar, Fangtasia) thought without much affliction. The moist, sticky air didn't bother him physically, but typically when these hot spells last for much longer than a few days, the general odor of the air is tinted with sweat and exhaustion. All it made him want to do is bathe.
While he sped over mile after mile of dipping and puckered highway in his exquisite, imported Lamborghini, he could notice nothing else out of the ordinary. The twilight cast a glow on the earth, and the beauty of the thick forest was lost on account of the inky shadows that took over, just past the tree line. Eric relished the feel of the tires humming over semi-smooth pavement, aware of every pebble and twig that passed under his wheels. The air, he thought as he took in a deep breath and examined, was thick and smelled like the storms that were surely about to reach Bon Temps at any moment. He could smell the release that was about to happen, the tension just about to break and make the air fresh again.
As he continued on, the first droplets of rain slapped against the windshield with a heavy, moist drop. He inhaled the fresh smell of rain, and with eyes closed, steered his way through the dark. He hadn't seen another car for miles, so his headlights had been shut off, as they were unnecessary. Past the foliage, the rainfall that was steadily increasing, and the gasoline from his car, Eric picked up on something strange and out of place, but distinct enough for him to recognize the scent instantly. Rapidly, it was growing closer and Eric flipped on his beams just in time for him to see a form lying in the road.
While his foot tapped the break easily, he concluded that it was a person, a woman, with severe wounds somewhere on her persons, and she was hardly dressed. He could only assume she had been hurt, and without much thought he pulled over to where she lay, sprawled face down over the shoulder of the road. The rain was picking up slowly when Eric raised his butterfly doors and stepped out to inspect.
Much to his dismay, he realized the woman was topless and the only thing covering her was a pair of very skimpy panties. It was a grim sign, he thought, carefully rolling her onto her back. She put up no struggle, falling limply into the new position. Eric looked closer at her face and couldn't help but wince. Both of her eyes had been swollen shut, her lip was busted open a half-inch, and blood had dried to her nose and cheeks. Her hair was matted to her forehead, but with rain or blood, Eric didn't know.
Upon further examination, he found that she had been shot four times; twice in her right shoulder, once in the stomach, and once in the thigh. He could still hear her heart beat and blood flow, though it was faint. Oddly enough, he placed a second, must faster flutter of a heart, and when he looked to her abdomen again, he now saw a small, barely there bump nestled between her hips. The girl was pregnant.
He didn't have time to waste, if he wanted her to recover. Swiftly, he lifted her from the ground. To him, her weight was nothing. When he got her to the car, he set her gingerly in the passenger seat and covered her with his jacket. In the overhead light, he noticed the pallid tone of her skin and the rich chocolate color of her hair.
Before another moment passed, Eric was back in his seat and driving twice the legal limit back to Shreveport. He could only imagine the look on Pam's face when he came through the door carrying this disaster.
Just a little something I've been thinking about.
Mostly to get me, and whoever else, through the next year while we wait for Season 5.
As much as I love the Eric/Sookie/Bill action that has been hinted at in the show,
I used an original character for this story.
Who knows how long this will go on.
Review, please.