Isobel had a fairly bored expression plastered on her face. It was the same thing, night after night. There was the unmistakable scent of blood, sex and alcohol in the air. She was forced to watch as humans of all kind indulged in their darkest fantasies. Everyone that came to Fangtasia was looking for some form of an escape. It was something that she had seen over and over again. She never participated but she always was there to witness. It wasn't her own choice and she always had to obey. She always had to sit pretty and let people admire her. That night she had chosen to wear a simple black number. It was skin tight, strapless and also backless. It wasn't anything like the other outfits that countless women paraded around in. The lack of self-respect that women held for themselves amazed Isobel. She slowly slid from the edge of the raised platform and her feet met the floor. It had been over an hour since Eric had disappeared into his office with Pam. Often the two of them kept things from her but she had grown used to it. She weaved her way through the hordes of people, ignoring the guy that tried to speak to her. Her hand shoved him out of the way, growing more annoyed by the second. Instead of heading towards the office, she walked right outside.
No one paid her any mind and the staff knew her. No one ever questioned her since she was Eric's progeny. Anything that she did or said went unnoticed. The only person that she ever had to answer to was Eric. She wrapped her arms around herself as she looked up towards the sky. A few people that were walking towards the entrance couldn't help but stare at her. There was no doubt that Isobel was beautiful. She had always been beautiful, everyone always noticed it. Her hair was raven black and came to her waist. That night she had chosen to pull it back into a simple knot. Her eyes were a dark shade of blue that you could get lost in. She wasn't extremely tall, only around five feet and three inches. The heels that Eric constantly insisted she wore always helped with that. Her skin tone was sun kissed only slightly. The people that were staring finally walked towards the entrance and were soon granted access.
After standing there for a good five minutes, she decided to head back inside. The raven haired girl made a beeline for the bar. Instead of asking for a drink she walked around the bar. She rummaged around before grabbing a bottle of O negative True Blood. It was in the microwave within seconds and she yanked it out right before it went off. Instead of taking small sips she greedily gulped it down. Ever since the production of True Blood had started she had stopped feeding on humans. The empty bottle was thrown carelessly to the side. She ignored the sound of shattering glass since she knew that someone would clean up. The moment that she had stepped out from around the bar she found herself face to face with Eric. His hands were on her shoulders," Did you just throw a glass bottle onto the floor?" She rolled her eyes at the look on his face," Obviously." Unlike Pam, she didn't seem to feel the need to seek out his approval.
The two women couldn't be any more different if they tried. Pam loved Eric with everything that she had. She always did whatever asked, pleased him and cared what he thought. Isobel, on the other hand, couldn't care less about what Eric thought of her. She had been with him much longer than Pam had been. That was probably why the two of them were polar opposites that tolerated each other. Pam did it because Eric asked her and Isobel did it so that Eric had commanded it. Eric shook his head at her but steered her back towards the stage. It was the place that she was doomed to sit at every night. She knew that it was because Eric felt the need to show her off. Plus he also wanted to show her that her place was still with him. While Pam had the honor of standing at his side, Isobel sat at his feet.
She was gently pushed right back down and Eric took his seat. Isobel was trying her hardest to appear like she was happy. If she didn't than there were going to be consequences. Even after centuries Eric had never shaken the habit of treating her like an insolent child. Her head tilted back to rest against his legs and she tucked her own underneath herself. The skirt of the dress was tucked around so that it wouldn't ride up. Eric didn't mind it when people showed her attention but he didn't like when it went too far. One patron had made the stupid choice of trying to kiss her. His body was drained of all blood and probably rotting somewhere. Her attention suddenly was at the door when she realized that another vampire had entered. One that was familiar to her because he had ties with Eric. If she remembered correctly, his name was Bill Compton. It had been ages since Isobel had seen him. Normally he was alone but to her pleasant surprise he had a human with him.
The woman that was beside him was decked out in a pink dress. She was blonde and had a very unique scent. It was undeniable that she probably tasted delicious. Isobel had to fight back the burning sensation in her throat. Her gaze went towards Eric who looked extremely interested in the woman as well. His hand was suddenly reaching to yank her hair from the knot that she had put it up in. Her eye brows shot up in surprise when she felt him starting to play with her hair. All the while his gaze was fixated on Bill and his human companion. He motioned for the two of them to come forward and no one ever denied him. Bill and his companion were soon standing in front of them. Bill looked extremely uncomfortable in the situation," Sheriff Northman, this is Sookie." Isobel tried not to laugh at the name and slowly stood up," Bill, it's been quite some time." She went to press a chaste kiss to his cheek and he seemed surprised," It's always a pleasure Isobel." Even though Bill and Eric didn't get along, he always found Isobel to be tolerable. She had never given him any reason to think otherwise. She turned her attentions towards the woman named Sookie. Sookie had a look on her face that showed that she didn't know what to make of Isobel. Not many people knew how to handle being around her. Isobel was all smiles as she held her hand out," Sookie, it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Isobel." It took the human a few moments to return the hand shake," It's a pleasure Isobel."
Eric didn't seem all too pleased with the exchange. He had never liked how Isobel and Bill seemed to get along and understand each other. He didn't like anyone being close with his beloved Isobel. That was probably the main reason that Isobel had pursued a friendship with Bill in the first place. She turned towards Eric and bowed her head," I'm going to see if Pam needs help with anything." It was a lie but she didn't want to stick around. If Eric ever got in a bad mood than it was going to be her that got in some kind of trouble. Eric didn't protest like she expected and waved her off. She smiled at the three of them before disappearing into the crowd. It seemed like Bill and his companion didn't even stay that long. The two of them left and Sookie didn't seem to be that pleased. Isobel was sitting at the bar, ignoring the man that was undressing her with his eyes. She had a drink in front of her but it was untouched.
She didn't even look over her shoulder and just said," I was being polite, I was raised to be in case you forgot." Eric lowered himself onto the stool beside hers. He forced her to turn to face him;" I do not like it when you touch anyone, let alone the insufferable Bill Compton." She didn't even bother saying anything since she knew it would only make matters worse. Her legs crossed and she ran her hand along the top of the bar," I didn't like it when you turned Pam but it you forced me to live with it," she paused, leaning her head against her hand," So you are going to live with the fact that I touch other people, even Bill who is not insufferable, I prefer his company to yours." If looks could have killed, the look Eric was giving her would have shot her down. His temper was horrible but so was hers. He grabbed her by her arm and yanked her towards his office. He nodded to Pam who only smirked at the two.
Isobel was thrown like a rag doll onto the couch that was there. There was the sound of the door slamming and it was surprising that it didn't fly off its hinges. Eric turned to lean against his desk and look at her," Is there a reason you feel the need to disrespect me and disobey me?" He was trying to rope in his temper but he wasn't doing such a good job. She sat up and straightened out her dress," I hate you and I want you to release me, I've been telling you this for decades." Her words struck a nerve. It was true, she always asked him and he always told her no. The very idea of releasing Isobel was one that displeased him greatly. He didn't care about much but the two people that meant the most to him besides his maker was Pam and Isobel. He had met Isobel during the 1500s; she was a noblewoman that had lived during the reign of King Henry the eighth. They had been together for too long for him to give her up.
He growled at the thought of it and went to stand in front of her," You are mine! You will always be mine! Do not ask me again! Do you understand me?" She didn't back down like others would have, having grown used to his temper," I was not always yours! I was married! I had children! You stole me!" His hand was suddenly around her throat and her feet left the air. She gasped in shock since it had been years since he had dared laid a hand on her. Normally he would shut her in her coffin for days. Her own hands clawed at his but he did not relent," That was years ago Isobel! Your husband is dead and so are your fucking children! Do not bring them up again!" Tears filled her eyes but she forced herself to nod. He dropped her to the ground and left without even looking back.
All Isobel could do was cry, tears of blood cascading down her face. She didn't bother trying to wipe them away, it was pointless. Her body was shaking and she cursed under her breath. There were often times when she wanted to meet the sun for the last time. Once she had tried and Eric had dragged her into his coffin with her when he realized her intent. She was fucked up and she had been since the day that Eric had come into her life.
It had been a week since their fight and Isobel hadn't spoken to him. She reported at her spot on the stage night after night. She even spoke to a few people that dared to approach her. One night she danced with a wide eyed boy who was harmless. Eric had been in his office for that otherwise it wouldn't have ended well. Finally she was able to have a night to herself where she didn't have to stay at his side. She left Fangtasia and decided that she wanted to go shopping. Her wardrobe was lacking and she needed some time to clear her head. Of course that meant going to an actual city since there were no malls. She was walking through a department store in mere minutes and ignoring the stares that she was getting. Even when she was human, she had attracted attention. In fact she had attracted the attention of kings and had been a mistress to the infamous King Henry.
She motioned towards the clerk nearby," I want to try on these," she motioned towards the huge pile," And I also was hoping to try on the dress in the window." The woman seemed perplexed but it wasn't the first Isobel had visited that store. They were used to her demands and always were more than willing to oblige. She walked towards the VIP dressing room that was always ready for her. She stripped off the violet colored sundress that she had thrown on. Even if Eric was not happy with her, he always gave her access to money. There was a platinum card in her purse that had no limit. Soon she was trying on outfit after outfit, having every intention of buying them all.
The only reason that she was trying them on was because she was wasting time. After about an hour she decided that she was going to have to head back. The outfits were packed away in the car and she headed back to Fangtasia. There was the usual crowd but she walked past the line. A girl that had to be just over twenty one yelled," What the fuck? How come she gets to go in? There's a line!" Isobel froze right in the doorway and she wheeled around. Every single limb in her body was tensed and she stalked towards the idiot woman. Everyone that was in the line was staring at her. Isobel ignored the stares and stood right in front of her," You better shut your god damn mouth unless you have a death wish," she paused, tilting her head to the side," I will tear your ribcage out and wear it as a hat." The people were completely silent and some of them nervous. The woman stumbled back, fear in her eyes," I-I didn't mean anything by it."
Isobel's temper wasn't very good and she hadn't been thinking. However she didn't have anyone to take her anger out on. She took another step towards the woman who had said the wrong thing at the right time," If I were you I would watch my mouth, never know who you are going to pis-", a hand clapped over her mouth. Eric was standing right beside her and he rolled his eyes," My apologizes, my dearest Isobel has quite the mouth on her." Isobel scowled as Eric told the stupid woman to go right on in and that her drinks would be on the house that night. He was always a polite business man even if he thought that humans weren't good for anything besides sex and blood. Isobel was dragged inside and again was pushed into the office. Instead of being thrown on the couch, she was set in one of the chairs. Eric took his seat behind his desk," Threatening customers now Isobel? I thought you were raised to be polite." He was using her own words against her, something he always loved to do. She shrugged but didn't say a single word. He was baiting her and she didn't want to fight with him.
Eric didn't seem bothered by her silence," You haven't spoken to me in seven days, now you are threatening people even though you haven't fed since True Blood was produced." He stood up to walk around the desk, leaning down so that their faces were inches apart," I'm starting to think that you are holding onto the past far too much my dearest Isobel." Still, she didn't speak and instead just stared at him. She didn't want him to think that he scared her even though he did. He knew that and so did she but she kept her charade. It was one of the few things that kept her sane. He gripped both arms of the chair that she was in, caging her," I am sick of this Isobel, do you understand me? I will not stand for this outright disobedience." She took a deep breath before finally speaking," Then release me." There was a loud crack and her head turned to the side.
Eric had hit her, backhanded her. She gasped but didn't lift her head again. His hands were grabbing onto her wrists, forcing her to remain in the chair," Do not say those words to me ever again! You insolent girl!" He was talking to her just like he had when they had first met. She was shaking and unable to bring herself to say a word. Instead of saying yes, she nodded since she had no choice. She had to obey him, she had no choice.
A/N: This is my first True Blood fan fiction! I am slightly nervous since I have had this idea for a while. I am hoping that people are interested! Please let me know what you think and if I should continue this!