And His Eyes Spoke

by seerachelsmile

My name is Elvira. I have been unaware of the darker side of things in life. The supernatural, cults, etc. I am just a normal college student, in a normal town, with a normal family. I was a close-minded person, but when I met Eric Northman, I was exposed to the unnatural, the unthinkable, and the darkness hidden within the depths of his life. And I became a part of it.

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own anything having to do with any True Blood Characters in this story. I own the first person character, Elvira and other characters not associated with True Blood.

Chapter One

I walked up the dirty staircase avoiding the railing as it looked infected with some type of disease. I continued on and pushed through the doors into the well-lit hallway. Passing by clusters of students, I made my way to my first day of College English 101. The floors were a pasty brown color with dark tiles scattered in a diagonal direction. I inspected every tile as I stepped, glancing to the hospital yellow walls.

"212." I thought to myself. "Where on Earth is this room?"

I pulled my phone out and clicked the lock button to show the time as 5:26pm.

"Shit."

Walking faster I looked at each room number and finally found room 212. I brushed my long brown hair over my left shoulder to let it fall past my navel and scrunched my face slightly.

"I should have properly dried it. It's too curly!"

The door was open to show a lighter room with pale baby blue walls and fluorescent lighting shining from above. The tiled floor was a disgruntled off white color showing off the dirt and grime from the years of bustling students. The desks made disheveled aisles, the remnants from the last class dashing to get out and get home. I breathed in sharply, looking over my attire; a sweater dress all in black with knitted details. They were subtle, as the dress came down to just above my knees. I double checked my short black laced boots to see if any dirt had hitched a ride. My fingers nervously played with my silver-chained necklace as I scurried inside. The teacher was sitting at his gray desk in the front of the room, filing his papers into piles. He looked tired, yet young, like he was in his early 30's. His worry lines showed a look of confusion as he tried to hurry up and put everything on his desk so. The desks filled with students of all kinds. I turned my attention away to an available desk right next to the door against the wall and I cheered silently. Setting down my messenger bag, I slumped into the cold, stiff chair and closed my eyes. I hummed to myself a melody to distract my nerves and thought about the quickest way of driving home. I ran my hands along the soft, cream-colored skin of my neck, and glanced at my peers going unnoticed. I surveyed each one.

None had been from my old high school, it was clear as I looked upon the unfamiliar faces. A group of white girls buzzed and chattered here and there, whispering about the best bars in town and which ones served to the under aged. One girl with long black hair and olive skin was reading a book two rows away from me. Tilting my head to the side I read the title.

"For Whom The Bell Tolls."

"Not a bad read," I thought.

Her eyes shifted warily to the girls behind her, and glared with piercing green eyes. I moved my attention to a large group of guys who had joked lightly and shoved each other around. Two of the men looked like twins with sandy, brown hair and the similar short hair cut and spiked up bangs. They each had hazel eyes. Another man; which I had presumed he was in his early 20's, was jostling the two laughing men and ran a hand through his black, long hair. He was tall as far as I could tell, and slightly muscular. His beautiful blue eyes looked content and curious as he caught my eyes peering at him and winked. I felt the pink blush dust my cheeks and averted my eyes to a gentleman sitting next to him. He had lightly tanned skin and black hair that was similar to the twins hair cut. I heard his light Spanish accent as he chuckled and jabbed his elbow into the man with the blue eyes. Another man was leaning back in his chair next to another man speaking with each other. One man possessed light shaggy blonde hair and the other resembled Kurt Cobain with blue eyes. The both wore long-sleeved shirts and seemed lightly built.

Finally, I noticed the man squeezed into a chair a row away from the group, leaning into his hand. He seemed uncomfortable; maybe because he was so tall? His legs barely fit under the desk. He stretched his arms upwards, his white v-neck revealing his fit stomach and muscular arms. His hair was a light honey color, slicked back like a business man's hair would. He was about to turn his head to seek out the pair of eyes that were glaring at his form. I dropped my eyes and took out my pen and notebook and cursed when I found that I had run out of ink. I prayed that I had an extra, and settled for the pencil I had found. One of the guys called out to another, and I heard a voice calling one of them a "Lying sack of shit." I turned my attention up as the professor cleared his throat. He ran a hand through his tousled brown hair and fixed his black dress shirt. The man proceeded to walk throughout the room and handed out the syllabus.

"Good evening class. Welcome to the fall semester at Nassau Community College. This is English 101, I hope you all are in the right class." He spoke in a light Russian accent. "I am Professor Ruskavi." He smiled lightly and continued. "Here is your syllabus for the rest of September, assignments have been given as well as due dates. I expect to receive everything by each deadline, I cannot stress that enough."