Hello everyone! So this is my take on season 6 of True Blood. I have read all the books and have enjoyed them a lot but there are things from True blood that I prefer and I find it easier to pick up where season 5 left than from the last book. This story will be mainly focusing on Sookie and Eric while having my own perspective on Bill and that vampire on its way to get Sookie.
This is not my first language. It is actually my first English story so please bare with me! The story is originally in French which is my first language. It is not a finished story but I would like at least one reader and unfortunately on the French side there is NONE probably due to the fact that True blood in French is only at season 4!
Anyways, I would REALLY appreciate reviews, good or bad.
I do not own any of the characters from the books or the show.
Chapter 1- In a Pool of Blood
When I saw the terror behind his proud smile, I knew immediately that something was wrong. Bill's pupil was dilating while he was staring at my soul. I think I shivered or maybe it was Eric? The sound vampire makes when they die is pretty brutal. It's a mix between the snapping of their bones and a splash of blood. The worst is the smell, a couple of seconds before they decompose, you can smell death. It's the smell of a rotting corpse as if all these years they should have been decomposing catches up to that exact second. When I smelled it, I couldn't help but to hide my face in the closest shoulder available. Eric's. He had wrapped his long arms around me while squeezing me tightly. At that precise moment, I could feel the terror creeping up in my chest but also a feeling of surprise. I couldn't look anymore. I had heard the bones break, the muscles and the skin turn into goo and then… the complete, deadly silence.
My thoughts were bumping into my already painful head. I had spent the last months trying to avoid the supernatural world and here I was, right back in it. I had risked an eye in Bill's direction. He wasn't standing but instead there was a huge pool of blood. I had looked in Eric's direction in search of comfort but he wasn't looking at me. He too was staring at the pool of blood. I wanted to cry but I didn't have time, the blood was already boiling. I couldn't understand what was going on, probably because my little head couldn't process fast enough. I felt numb while Eric's fangs ran out and he looked ready to pounce. He took a defensive stand while pushing me behind him.
I didn't believe my own eyes when Bill emerged from the blood just like a phoenix from the ashes. His fangs were out and he looked like a hunter ready to attack his meal. I didn't hear what Eric yelled to me but I felt this incredible urge to run like hell. I felt that need to run taking control of my mind, of my legs and next thing I knew, I was in the hallway. I think that's what they call adrenaline rush. What happened afterwards was beyond me. I think I closed my eyes when Eric picked me up. Nora was right behind us. I didn't really pay attention to her. All I knew was that she was Eric's sister and that she was blood thirsty when it came to me. Most likely the fairy blood.
Eric could run faster than I could and I think at some point we were even gliding. I don't know if Bill was after us but I remember I was praying he wasn't. When I felt Eric had stopped running, I opened my eyes. We were in the elevator. Pam, Nora, Tara, Jason and Jessica were sharing it. I think it's at that moment I realized I was still in Eric's arms and I probably looked like a demoiselle in distress. Jason and Tara were looking at me like I was some kind of alien they had never seen before while Pam and Jessica were all smiles.
I gently hit Eric on the chest and I could feel my cheeks getting bright red. I gave him my best ''fuck off'' look which he replied with his best smirk. His eyes were glowing with hunger. I rolled my eyes and made a point to sigh very loudly so he could understand how frustrating he was. Him and his pride.
Nobody risked asking what happened except Jessica who asked for Bill. I could only reply to her with tears in my eyes. It didn't take long hers were filled with blood.
When we emerged out of the authority hole, I mean base, I took Jason's arm. It was the second time that day I was relying on my brother to save me from having any discussion with Eric. I had spent the past months trying to forget him and Bill and I wasn't ready to just throw that out the window within one day.
At first it hadn't been easy. Even if Bill had ruined my trust in him and had lied to me, I couldn't forget all the moments we spent together. These memories always ended up tainted by the fact that the only reason why Bill ever engaged in a conversation with me was under orders from his queen. Still, it was hard for me to think that what we had between us wasn't real. He tried to apologize and explain that it didn't matter about Sophie-Ann that he loved me nonetheless but the damage was done. Trust is the base of any relationship and I just simply did not have any left for him.
And Eric… when he got his memory back, he went back to being the old Eric, proud and full of himself. What a turn off! He had asked me why I couldn't love that version of Eric but the fact and the matter was that I loved the other Eric. The one he was before he was turned? That gentle and scared soul who made its way to my house. That soul who I took care of and loved from the bottom of my heart. That man without any evil who also took care of me and made me feel wanted and appreciated.
He then told me that soul was still in him but I knew it would forever be tainted by who he had become. I couldn't imagine loving someone as manipulative and who enjoyed killing as much. I couldn't trust him because I had learnt to never trust a vampire.
Bill and Eric had respected my wishes and had left me alone… but oh how hard it had been. There was nights where I did not sleep at all. I thought of them constantly even if I didn't want to admit it. They obsessed my dreams for a while. Sometimes I felt like I could feel things that did not belong to me. My brain was constantly bombarded with images that were not mine. At one point I thought a witch had did it to make me pay for everything wrong I did in this world but after a while, the sadness faded away and the images were gone. I was left with this feeling of something missing, numbness. During that time, I had achieved a somewhat normal life except the fact that Jason and I discovered that I was sold to a vampire before I was born. Great.
I wasn't sure if I was supposed to be scared but there was a part of me that was so sick and tired of this supernatural world that I just put that information under my mental rug. Unfortunately… things always catch up right?
Anyways, I did not let Jason's arm go because I was too terrified to be swallowed once more into that world I did not want to belong to. I think I saw a small hint of frustration in Eric's eyes, or maybe I felt it? I am not too sure but Jason offered me to take me home. I couldn't be happier to see my white house or should I say Eric's house. He had told me he would sign it back to me but for now it was his house. I hated the idea that he just could come in as he pleases. When Jason and I got home, I took a bath to remove the stench of decomp. My brain felt like jello and I think I felt asleep in the bath tub.
I woke up dressed in my own bed. I am not sure how I got there but when I looked at my pillow, I could tell I cried while I was asleep. The numb feeling was ever present and I found it hard to get up. I didn't want to think about Bill but I couldn't help to wonder if the Bill I saw in that blood pool was truly him or the Bill I knew was dead.
I went downstairs to get coffee and noticed in the mirror in the hallway that I was crying still. I don't know why but I just couldn't stop the tears from failing. There was a note on the table from Jason. He explained that he was gone home to check on things and that if I needed anything, I could call him. I felt so alone.
I went to the entrance door to pick up the newspaper thinking it would be good for me to change my mind a little. Along with the newspaper, I picked up a little white envelope that had my name written on it. I immediately recognized the handwriting. It was simple and cold. It was Eric's. The envelope contain my house titles as well as many pages with ''sign here'' stickers. Eric had kept his promise and was giving me back my house. There was a small note attached to all the paperwork which simply stated: for your protection.
Did he think Bill could pay me a visit and that if the house did not belong to me he could simply enter without permission? I shivered to the thought
I had to work later tonight. Even if I was dead tired and that I wasn't really up for it, I thought it would be a great way to take my mind off what was going on. I went back to my coffee and started reading the documents signing where it was indicated. 40 minutes later, I was done completely. I sighed on how slow the day was going and how much I simply didn't want to live it. Not that I was suicidal or anything but I just didn't feel like anything.
I went to the living room to watch some TV. While I sat on the couch I felt my heart break in thousands of pieces. I have no idea why but out of a sudden I just wanted to cry and roll up in a tiny little ball. The pain was so strong and so real. I grabbed my chest and yelped. I awkwardly walked back in the kitchen to have a glass of water and that is when I noticed that I had a voicemail. The little red indicator was flashing 2 times which indicated 2 messages. I took the phone and listened to the first one. It was Sam who was explaining that Melotte was close for the rest of the week due to personal reason and that I shouldn't worry. That's easy to say! Why would my boss close down the source of his revenue! The next message was from Eric.
- Sookie, I dropped your house titles on your porch for your signature. I will come by tonight to pick them up. I know you are not working; the shifter closed his bar for the week. I will be there at sundown.
Hearing his voice gave me shivers. As much as I did not want to discuss anything with him, there was a part of me who desperately wanted to be in his arms so he could comfort me.
I got mad at myself. All this time I spent trying to forget him and Bill and there I was right back to square one. I sat on the couch wishing I never met them. My life would have been so much easier but I knew how boring of life that would have been. I wanted to know what had happened last night and I knew damn well Eric was the only one who could explain it to me.
I spent the day cursing at myself and crying. If I wasn't crying for Bill, I was mad at myself for being excited to see Eric tonight or I was raging at the fact that I didn't had many choice in my life, it always seem like someone else was making them for me.
I looked at the clock in the living room and noticed that it was almost sun down and I was still in my pyjamas. I ran upstairs to put some jeans on as well as a grey t-shirt and ran back downstairs because someone had knocked on the door.
I could feel the butterflies in my stomach at the anticipation of being with Eric tonight. I opened the door and my heart dropped. Eric wasn't there. No instead it was Nora standing on my welcome mat with a smirk on her pretty face.
So what do you think? I have another 3 chapters written for this story already so I just need to translate them… shouldn't be too long!
xox
Z
