A/N:
For this first chapter, I'm keeping it short. I promise that the chapters will get longer, if there is interest for me to continue this story.
This story is definitely Eric/Sookie, and there will be an original character of my own creation, but don't worry, this fanfic will always be an Eric/Sookie, nothing else. I have read some of the books, so some of this story will be influenced by the books, but mostly this story is my twist on the show.
Rated M for adult themes; language, rape (will not get too graphic, don't worry), and lemons. I don't have a beta, so any mistakes (hopefully there won't be many!) are my own.
This fanfiction is supposed to take place during "The Cold Gray Light of Dawn". Eric and Sookie are not high, I found that to be really weird.
Just to forewarn you, I am a German student, so whenever I do translations I will try my best to make them as plausible and spelled correctly as I can. I will try not to use Google Translate, but I may have to at some points.
!Important!: In this version, Fintan is actually the King of Faery. His name is Fintan Walter. Just go along with it :)
This is my first time writing a fanfiction of any sort, so reviews would be really awesome with constructive criticism and such. I hope that everyone who reads this understands that I am from America, so if you are from Europe or another English-speaking country, I will be spelling things the American way.
Please Enjoy & Please Review!
We bathed in the afterglow of breathtaking sex, I was sure that I would never have better sex than Eric. He was so sweet, and gentle. I couldn't help but wonder if the Eric with his memories back would be this tender with me, maybe he would treat me how he and Yvetta were having sex in the basement of Fangtasia.
The thought of Eric and Yvetta didn't make me jealous, for some reason. It saddened me. I felt as if Eric had never known love in his vampire years, with the exception of Godric and Pam, and that is what he thought sex was. I felt guilty to think that I was partially glad Eric had lost his memories, because I could be the one to teach him love. I felt even more licentious for thinking that the Eric with his memories would only use my body to satiate his sadness, a temporary distraction from his afflictions.
We were laying down on my bed, his head on my stomach, my hands stroking his hair. Eric particularly liked this. I liked this too, but I realized that after he got his memories back, this, along with the tenderness, would probably fade too.
It was nice not having to talk, not to worry about any problems I was having. The thought of Bill taking Eric away from me made me continue stroking his hair again, looking down at him possessively. Oh how the tables had turned.
Eric stiffened and sat up, looking at me with a face etched with concern and surprise. Ever since he lost his memories, that look was going to be something that I would never be used to. It somehow seemed wrong coming from a Viking Vampire.
"What? Are you ok?" I asked him, worried too. Eric looked down at his stomach, with a look of pure disbelief. I couldn't help myself, I got slightly distracted every time I looked at his perfectly chiseled abs. I tore my eyes away from the pure perfection that is Eric Northman's body, to look up at his face.
"I feel as if there is a new force calling to me in my gut. I realize that my maker has died, but I'm assuming this is what it feels like to be summoned." A look of pain appeared on his face. I felt a slight sting, remembering Godric on the roof, succumbing himself to the sun.
"Is it telling you to go anywhere? Can you feel where you need to be?" I was worried now, maybe the witch who put this spell on him could call him to her. Not knowing how to help Eric, the painful feeling of helplessness creeped into my bones.
"I don't know, Sookie," Eric said uncertainly. After a few moments of waiting in silence for something to happen, anything to happen, Eric's ears pricked up, I could tell he was hearing something. Surprise and fear crossed his features. Eric stood up, and reached for his basketball shorts, pulling them on. I heard noises coming from the cemetery. "Somebody is screaming in the cemetery."
"Do you know who it is?" I stood up too, starting to get dressed. I fumbled around for a pair of panties and a bra, yanking them on hastily. Eric tossed me a shirt from my drawer, and I pulled it on. I reached down for the drawer containing my shorts, pulled a pair out and started to get them on when I froze.
The screaming was far away, faint but loud enough for me to hear. Eric could most definitely hear better than I. I was thinking the screams were coming from about halfway through the cemetery.
Eric grabbed my hand after I jerked on my shorts so quickly I was worried that I might have ripped them. He picked me up and started at vamp speed down the stairs, opening the door.
"Eric don't go outside! It might be the witches!" I yelled at him, but he just continued and kept on running, through the door, down the steps, and onto the road that led him to the cemetery. Outside, the blood-curdling screams were still going, and they were much louder. I felt a whoosh around my body, and fear stabbed its way into me while I realized that the witches might be doing this to attract us out to the cemetery.
I felt the air change around me, we had stopped running. We were about 100 feet from the source. I strained my eyes to see.
The source was a beautiful teenager with long, naturally curly brown hair in a pale pink dress struggling and fighting her way out of a golden-hazed fairy portal.
