Dead to the day.
Firstly I'd just like to say that I'm beginning this story with only the mildest idea of a plot line, so I'd like it if all you readers would get back to me with what you'd like to see in this story. If there's something you've wanted to see in True Blood, or something you want to see in the upcoming Season 3, then let me know and give me a basic outline and I'll find a way to add it to my story. I want this story to be a work of not just me but all you fellow fans and readers, credit and thanks will be given individually for each idea/suggestion. Thanks! I hope you enjoy!
The softness of his pale skin concealing the faint blue of veins flowing with cold thick blood, the beautifully structured bones hiding a no longer beating heart, the sharp gold of his clean cut gelled back hair, the fullness of his rosy lips, the sound of his husky lust filled voice, the sharp of his long pointed fangs, the gleam of his piercing blue eyes, the flare of want behind them when he looked into her own wanting eyes.
Sookie, a well brought up bar maid who'd lived in Bon Temps all her life, found herself lusting after a dead man. A vampire. A Scandinavian vampire named Eric, over one thousand years old; And she was loving every second of it, especially knowing she had a very forceful power over him. Although, lusting after a vampire wasn't all that bad, since Sookie herself wasn't entirely human. Eric had had her blood, along with a few others, one ex lover (formally known as Bill Compton, now known as Mr Nameless) and the others had been totally unwelcome but the situation had led to no other choice. Each and every vampire that had tasted her blood had commented on the oddly sweet and intoxicating taste. Eric had begun an everlasting fascination with Sookie since that first drop of her blood had dropped onto his tongue. Sookie was an eighth fae, and a telepath.
Bringing herself out of the world of fantasy, Sookie placed her hairbrush down onto the dressing table, looking at her reflection in the mirror with great curiosity. The moonlight shining through the open windows lit her eyes, the curiosity so clearly visible in the light blue pools. The silk of the fresh white nightgown felt soothing on her just shaven tanned legs, her hair smelt of coconut and felt smooth as a baby's bottom, but the pleasure and calm her nightly ritual of showering, grooming and admiring usually gave her wasn't there. It wasn't there because Eric's words repeated round and round in her head, every syllable so clear in her mind. All Sookie felt was fear, fear and curiosity.
Deciding to not sit staring at her reflection mulling over Eric's words, Sookie got up from the little stool, swung a white silk robe that matched her nightgown around her body and slid her feet into some fuzzy little slippers. Then she did something she never usually did, she grabbed any comfort food she could find, which wasn't a lot since Sookie never stored that sort of food in her house - a moment on the lips, forever on the hips! - and made her way into the main room of the house, slumped down onto the sofa and switched on the television. Flicking through the channels was hopeless, Sookie never felt right sitting around watching television, no matter how down in the blue she may be. Eventually, Sookie threw herself up off the sofa and made her way over to the little box that held no more than ten movies on video, and with a little huff, Sookie retrieved what she was there for, popped open the little box and put it into the VCR.
''I just couldn't avoid it, could I? Great Sookie, do you want to cry for the next hour?'' and right at the end of her self scolding, that heart tugging music began to play through the television. Sookie grabbed a cushion, hauled her knee's up to her chest and opened a packet of chips, if this didn't make her feel better, nothing would. After almost one hour, it didn't make her feel better, but almost made her forget her own problems, instead getting her involved in others. Sookie sat slouched on the sofa, crumbs from the chips dotted around on her chest and on her nightgown, and the packet of chips almost gone (some had been thrown at the television screen when a corny line reminded Sookie of her own problems, or just of the evil of love and lust) and a couple of tissues sat next to her on the sofa crumpled up, coated in salty tears.
''Do you trust me?''
''I trust you''
This time Sookie had to restrain herself from throwing the entire left over contents of the packet of chips, but instead she snorted at the cheesy lines and said, ''Oh! come on!'' and then the music played and a supposed to be touching moment on the screen began and tears welled up in her eyes, another crumpled tissue soon joined the others. A strange feeling of a presence brought Sookie out of her emotional comfort eating state and instead she became alert. She'd had this feeling before. Oh boy. Right as she looked at the front door, a knocked beat on it twice. Eric.
Wrapping her robe around her tightly and tying it there, Sookie made her way over to the door. Sookie and Eric had shared blood on 2 occasions now, and that made their blood bond pretty strong. Each knew how the other was feeling (though Eric wasn't aware Sookie could sense his feelings, a normal human being wouldn't be able to, but Sookie's ability made it possible) - they knew where the other was at all times and they could sense each other's presence so strongly in a room full of others. Unknowing how to feel about Eric standing on her doorstep, Sookie opened the door with her eyes closed, let out a breath she didn't realise she was holding, and said, ''Eric.''
''Oh, how did you know?'' Eric chuckled, his words were always so sarcastic. Not many vampires had a sense of humour, and even if Eric's was a little odd at times, Sookie was glad he had one. She opened her eyes to see him stood drinking her in, his signature smirk on those beautiful lips. Sookie knew why he was here, and all too soon Eric's face became serious.
''Are you going to invite me in?'' Eric asked, his voice flat and business like. Somehow.
''You don't need an invite any more.''
''I know, but it's always polite to ask.'' He smiled slightly, polite wasn't a trait of Eric Northman, his pride wouldn't allow it. Standing aside and gesturing with her arm, Sookie said, very dramatically ''Oh please do come in Eric!'' and he entered, his confidence washing over her as he passed through to where Sookie had been having her little breakdown. Sookie followed him through after shutting and locking the door, since learning about the world, she was pretty paranoid about security. Eric stayed standing and glared at the television screen whilst Sookie sat back down, putting the cushion back into her lap and hauling her knee's up to her chest, eyes fixing back on the movie.
After a moment of silence between the two, Eric said, ''Sookie. What are you watching?'' with thick disgust. ''Titanic. Do you want to watch it with me?''
''I don't think romantic movies are quite my thing, and I think you know why I'm here.''
Great, well that meant time to talk. Sookie muted the movie and took the clutter of crumpled tissues and empty bags of chips to the bin in the kitchen. When she returned Eric had removed his jacket, leather, and was sat on her sofa with one leg crossed over the other. How did he always look so cool? and how did he look so damn hot all the time? but these weren't thoughts for thinking right now, right now meant serious talk. Dropping onto the sofa next to Eric, Sookie looked at him. Her eyes welled up a little, Eric noted this, but nothing was stopping Eric getting what he came for, Eric always got what he wanted. Well, most of the time.
''What is your decision, Sookie?'' Eric seemed so calm, but Sookie could feel that he was almost fearing her answer.
He was confident, determined and ready too.
''Eric...'' The words choked back in Sookie's throat, she turned her head down to look at her hands neatly arranged in her lap. So many thoughts flew through her head in the space of ten seconds, it was worse than the thoughts of 20 drunken customers at Merlotte's. The fear was overwhelming, the curiosity, the uncertainty...
''Will you let me turn you?''
Sookie looked up to meet Eric's eyes, a single tear falling down her cheek.
She closed her eyes, opened her mouth to speak, closed it.
''Eric... I...''
