The Many Deaths of Eric Ross
If you've read my version of strange fate ( which I will finish but like LJ its no fun if I don't make you wait a little bit for it) you'll know the special place I have in my heart for Thea Harman's soulmate. So this is gonna be a load of one shots of how many different ways I can have him killed off. Will keep doing it for as long as my imagination holds out! Oh and check out my Nightworld World of Warcraft crossover. :)
Eric bounced up and down on his bed with excitement, he could not believe it, Thea was really here, she was living in his house!!!!! They were gonna be together forever and ever and have children and a puppy and errrr more puppies.
He caught sight of his head moving in and out of the mirror as he bounced, aware of his idiot grin. That was okay, it was his usual expression.
Thea poked her blonde head around the door "I'm all unpacked" she smiled shly.
"Great" He ran up to her and squeezed her as tight as he could. Eric had never been great with girls, they had always found his cheesy chat up lines a tad 'much'. Now one was living with him!!!!!!
"Ummm listen" Thea said gasping for breath "There's sort of a box of witch stuff under my bed. Its locked but its not a good idea if anyone but me opens it, so keep your mom and sister away from it okay"
"What's in it" He craned his neck back to look at her
She shrugged, her face turning a bright shade of beetroot because the moron still hadn't let go "Nothing, just witch stuff"
Eric let go looking as disappointed as a kid who had just got a socks for christmas instead of a xbox. "Fineeeeeee" He whined. "I'll try"
"Good" She kissed him lightly on the cheek and ran from the room.
To give Eric credit, he made it all the way through dinner. Thea had to run to the store for Reeses Cups and Sprite because stupid home cooked human food like roasted Badger, and Southern Fried Kitten. She had wondered why Eric worked at the vets.
Eric sat on his hands during dinner, but that had not worked. He had tried playing Cat's cradle with his little sister, who had told him that it was just a socio political way to get women to be good home-makers. That hadn't worked.
He climbed the stairs to Thea's bedroom.
"No, I can't I CAAAAANNNNNNNNTTTTT" But he knew he was. Under her bed was a carved wooden box with a big lock on it and a post it. The post it said "Do not open, this means YOU ERIC"
"Damn" But he was going to anyway. He took his penknife out of his pocket and pried open the lock............
Thea walked back into her bedroom munching a Reeses cup. Eric Ross was lying on her bedroom floor in a pool of his own blood. His left leg was mauled and his head was missing, bitten clean off. In fact Thea could only tell it was him by his letterman jacket.
"Damn it Eric, I told you not to open that box" Now she was going to have to spend all night looking for Tiggy.