I own nothing that you recognize. True Blood doesn't belong to me no matter how bad I want it to.
Hello thar, this story is rated M for later. There are the pairings of Bill/Sookie (sortakinda), Eric/Sookie, Eric/Sookie/Godric, Godric/Sookie, and Godric/OC. Spread the love. Also, warning: this story contains too many werewolves to be considered healthy. I plan to update weekly, and if I'm very lucky, maybe every three days or so. Remember folks, reviews are love! Thanks for reading!
Chapter One
Sookie Stackhouse liked to think of herself as an emancipated thinker. She maintained relationships with those of the vampire persuasion, worked for a shapeshifter, banished a Maenad, and had a little talent which involved reading minds. Sookie, however, could not understand why her brother kept his house a pigsty. Beer cans were thrown about, dirty clothes lined the floors, and she swore there was a bra underneath a pile of Jason's sweaty gym shirts. With a huff, Sookie observed that it wasn't a "good girl" bra either. The offending piece of lingerie was a sickening shade of neon pink with a scalloped lace trim. What would Gran think?
She flipped through all the basic cable had to offer, finally coming to a stop on an old werewolf flick. It seemed entertaining enough, if only just for laughs. Sookie adjusted her position on Jason's old couch so that her feet were resting on the coffee table. Judging by the layers of drink rings, her brother would hardly mind feet on the furniture. Rolling her eyes, partly at Jason's sloppiness and partly at the special effects of the 1930's, Sookie gathered her hair into a ponytail. Heck, was she tired. The whole "fiancé-being-violently-kidnapped" thing was starting to take a physical toll. Groaning angrily, Sookie placed her palms over her eyes. Before the situation could escalate into full-on misery, an ear splitting howl reverberated through the room.
Damn Jason and his surround sound.
Sookie hugged her knees to her chest and turned her attention to the movie. Anything was better than thinking about Bill. She cringed. Apparently silver was damaging to werewolves as well as vampires. The werewolf on the screen was being dragged through the forest, a silver net over its head. Oh, the irony, Sookie thought bitterly. The poor werewolf didn't have a soul to rescue it. Neither did she when Bill was taken. The telepath was forced to phone the new waitress at Merlotte's so she could get a ride home to Jason's. On the television, dawn rose over the trees and illuminated a platform. Images of the Fellowship filtered through Sookie's mind. On top of the platform were the makings of a bonfire, more specifically a human bonfire.
If Steve Newlin had his way, a bonfire like that would've been the way Godric met his end. As Sookie discovered later, Godric was quite persistent to meet his end. If she didn't go up to the roof that morning, Eric's maker may have ended the job Newlin started. Good thing she had the presence of mind to lie through her teeth about vampire-human politics. She told Godric that his wisdom and aversion to bloodshed could save many lives, both human and vampire. Frankly, the Fellowship would never listen what they deemed "subhuman". Sookie tilted her head in thought. Godric did clear out Newlin's church pretty quickly. Maybe he could 'fix everything'.The telepath was not in the mood for philosophizing. What she was in the mood for consisted of crappy horror movies and popcorn. Sookie rose from the couch, tearing her eyes from the werewolf being tied to a stake.
Jason better keep their parents' house well-stocked.
Tiptoeing to the kitchen, another shrill howl reached Sookie's ears. She would definitely mute her brother's T.V. when she sat back down. Another thing she would do would be calling Eric. You stupid pig, Sookie thought, why can't you do something useful and help me find Bill?
"Sook?"
The title's namesake turned to the familiar voice. "Hey, Jason. Where've you been all night?"
He grinned from ear to ear, a smugness filling his eyes.
"On second thought, don't answer that. Want some popcorn?" Sookie rifled through the cabinet until she found a bag of Orville Redenbacher's. She squinted at the package instructions before setting it in the microwave.
"I'm kinda tired, Sook. I might just hit they hay." Jason kissed the younger Stackhouse on the forehead. "G'night Sook," he said, walking out of the kitchen.
"Good night," his sister called after him. She glanced at the timer on the microwave, disappointed at her lack of company. Sookie glanced at the movie. The werewolf had been abandoned after the burning. When the timer sounded, she removed her snack from the microwave and sat down in an armchair. The wolfman wasn't dead. Sookie tossed some popcorn in her mouth and blinked at the screen. A puff of air escaped the werewolf's nostrils. Simultaneously, she felt a breath on the back of her neck. "That's not funny, Jason."
At the lack of response, Sookie turned around. It wasn't Jason.
"You called?"
She twisted her neck, already knowing the identity of her visitor. "Eric! How'd you get in?"
"If my recollection is correct, you invited me last night while you were quiteintoxicated." The Viking leaned forward, over Sookie's chair. He placed his arms on the armrests, covering Sookie's hands with his.
With butterflies jumping in her stomach, she ignored him as best she could. "I hope you came here to tell me you've found Bill."
"Why do you insist on mentioning him upon every visit," Eric hissed. "You could have so much better." He kneeled behind the chair, greatly shortening the distance between them. When he spoke next, his lips brushed Sookie's ear. "Why do you love Bill when you could have someone so much better?"
"Eric," Sookie said, tone icy.
"Don't 'Eric' me. We both know how much you want this."
She hastily rose from the chair, pushing Eric off of her arms. "You tricked me and betrayed me. That's the only reasonwhy I'm attracted to you." She exasperatedly placed her hands on top of her head. "If you can even call it attraction. I don't want 'this', whatever the heck it is, and I definitely do not want you, Eric Northman." Sookie scowled at the vampire. "All I want is to get Bill back. So if you could kindly tell me what the fuck has happened to him, maybe we could be friends."
"Forget about Bill."
"I love him. That's more than I can say about you."
Eric crossed his arms over his chest. "He was taken by werewolves and was probably were-dinner. Compton is as good as dead," he told her slowly.
"Don't you dare say such a thing!"
"You could be next, Sookie!"
"You would never let that happen."
In a flash, Eric was standing a few inches from her. Sookie was at eyelevel with his chest. "Yes, Miss Stackhouse, I would never allow that to happen if you would only let me protect you. If you didn't fight me every step of the way we could have a rather," he bent his neck to better look at her, "amiable friendship."
Her brain turned to mush and Sookie was forced to hold on to the back of the armchair for support. Eric's cold body gave off waves of heat and growing lust. Sookie gasped as his hand came into contact with her waist. "Eric…Eric I-"
"Shhh, Sookie." He lowered his head into the space between her neck and shoulder, taking in her scent. His solid form pushed her back against the chair. Eric lifted his head and brought his eyes up to Sookie's. As his green eyes met hers, she found the smoldering intensity she saw in her dreams as well as something that made her insides twist: insecurity. Eric's gaze flickered to her lips before he met her eyes for reassurance. Sookie didn't protest as he moved forward, lips brushing her cheek and slowly moving downward. She felt her heart beat faster and her body grow hotter. Her hand snaked to the collar of Eric's black leather jacket and she rubbed her thumb over his jugular.
His lips parted from her skin as he leaned into her touch. The conscious part of his brain wondered how she could make him so crazy by touching him once. Sookie's hand travelled to the small of his back and pulled him towards her as she spread her legs. Eric brought his lips to hers. She shuddered. Sookie deepened the kiss.
And realized what she was doing.
Eric felt it. Pulling back, he asked her what was wrong.
"Bill…Bill…he…" Sookie didn't miss the way his eyes darkened at the mention of her boyfriend. She placed her hands on the Viking's chest and pushed him away. "Bill pro-proposed to me."
His face fell, jaw tensing. Eric took a step away from her. He held her gaze with shielded eyes. Eric took another step away from her. Compton won.Sookie felt repulsive. Why else would he recoil from her? Her breaths came in strong gulps, the alternative to breaking down and crying on the spot. She cast her eyes downward then lost her composure. Tears cascaded from her eyes like miniature waterfalls. The little voice in her head screamed that Bill was dead. Sookie shook from the force of her tears and was soon sobbing. She began to slide down to the floor but was unceremoniously lifted.
Somewhere back in reality, Sookie felt Eric's cool arms slip around her body. She felt the smooth leather of his jacket brush against her skin. What scared her most was that she didn't care. The telepath buried her face in his shoulder and cried for what seemed like hours. Eric drew small circles on her back and offered stale comforts. What more could he do? He held her, unhappily deciding that the only way to raise Sookie's spirits would be to find Bill Compton. The fucker justhadto go and get himself kidnapped."I will find him."
"W-what?" She lifted her head and stared up at the vampire, speaking through her sobs. Sookie thought she must be hearing things. "Did you say that…"
Eric looked her in the eye. "I will find Bill Compton if it makes you happy," the Viking said in all seriousness. With the blood bond, he experienced all of Sookie's emotions. It would make Eric happy too. He let go of Sookie and watched as she got off him. When she had started her sobbing, Eric lay down on the couch and placed her on his chest. Without Bill, he would fancy to have her in that position more often, preferably with less clothing. He rolled his eyes. Eric now made a promise he would be forced to fulfill. Scowling, the vampire twisted to look at the door. He could feel Godric outside.