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Chapter 2
Suddenly there was a movement between the dark trees and Eric jumped to his feet. His fangs shot out and he growled low. "Who's there?" No answer, just steppes that softly approached. They were too loud to be a wolf, but to smooth to be a lost hiker. He did not like it. "Show yourself or I guarantee that the next step you take will be the last." A chuckle came from the darkness and a silhouette broke from the shadows.
"Eric Northman. I was starting to think I wouldn't find you." The voice was hoarse and grave, a perfect match to the man it belonged to. He was almost taller than Eric himself, and the enormous muscles under the brown leather coat made him look almost twice as broad. Long black hair hung tangled over the shoulders and the face… Well, with the rain and thunderstorm, the face looked like something taken out of a bad horror movie. It was covered scars, the nose was crocked and one of the eyes had an unnatural white color. Eric actually found it quite comical, the man looked somewhat like a parody of a movie-villain. He was back to his normal self in an instant. Walls up and all emotions in control, he had had enough with the feely-crap for at least two lifetimes. He wiped his wet hair out of his face and stared patronizing at the man. "Do I know you?"
"No," the man went to stand just a few feet from him, way to confident for Eric's liking. "But I know who you are." Eric raised his eyebrows in a disbelieving frown and snorted. He should kill the man just for talking in such an disrespectful tone, but he doubted that the authority would appreciate that he killed a human for such a reason. "You are the sheriff of this area, you are the owner of the vampirebar Fangtasia." Eric just laughed mockingly. "Well, that's not exactly a secret."
"I also know that your queen sent you to look for werewolves it this area tonight." The man seemed to know a little too much and Eric snarled and showed his fangs. He hadn't fed very much the latest days, for which he blamed Sookie, and her delicious fay blood. However, being close to a human with a beating heart made him realize just how hungry he was. He also felt like he had to make up for his emotional outburst, and ripping a throat open seemed like just the right thing to do. Wipe that smug grin of that ugly face, replace it with a grimace in pain as he tore of the limbs. Suddenly, he was very hungry.
"Do you also know that I'm over a thousand years old, and if I wanted to, I could rip you open and drain you before you even had time to react? And that you right now are very close to pushing me over the edge?" Eric towered over the man, it didn't matter that their heights were the same, Eric could tower over most people, it wasn't a matter of height, but of authority. The reaction he got was not expected. The man laughed, he fucking laughed. That took the last of Eric's hardly existing patience. Screw the authority, you don't laugh at Eric Northman without consequences. Roaring in anger, he lounged at the man, crushing him to the ground. He went for the throat, expecting to feel flesh tear under his fangs and blood fill his mouth, but instead, he felt a horribly strong hand grab his own throat and the man sprung to his feet, holding the vampire in a tight grip.
Everything happened so quickly, Eric suddenly found himself being rammed against the tree behind him, a massive arm pressing harshly on his chest. When the first shock of being overpowered had left him, Eric tried to haul the man off, only to find it impossible. He possessed a strength that clearly wasn't human. The man grabbed his wrists with one hand, while using the other to pull out a rough stake, the size of normal person's upper arm. He forced the sharpened piece of wood to Eric's chest. "Stupid thing to do, vampire. I am always one step ahead. " The male smirked as he let the stake draw blood.
"The reason that you can't find any wolves are that there are no wolves. You are here because I gave a fake anonymous tip to the queen's folks, telling them that there were werewolves around. I'm actually quite surprised that they fell for it," the man chuckled hoarsely as he carved a long gash with the stake across the vampire's chest, and Eric clenched his jaw. He refused to make any sound to acknowledge the pain. He didn't like how the situation was slipping out of his hands. It didn't matter how much he fought to get loose, the hand holding his wrists refused to budge.
"Well." He forced himself to say something. "For what reason do you want me to be here then?" He was responded with a broad sneer. "There's a price on your head, a quite big sum actually, 50.000 dollars. Seems like you have very rich enemies," Eric let out a strained laugh, even though there was nothing funny what so ever with the situation. "Well that's great then, you could use the money to buy a new face." A sudden crash of thunder, louder than any of the previous, hit through the smattering rain. The man reacted on the sound with loosening his grip on Eric's wrists, if only for a second, but the vampire wasn't late to react. In a speed unable to follow with human eyes, he slipped from his position under the stake, and made a violent outfall to the man's throat. Finally, the sensation of blood filled his mouth as he bit down in his lower neck. He felt great satisfaction as the man growled in pain and anger, but it didn't last long.
Eric was overwhelmed by a blinding pain as the stake was plunged deeply inside his chest, missing his heart by only an inch. He screamed at the top of his lungs and the man before him laughed cruelly while letting the thick pole crush his bones. He finished off with giving it a hard plunge, causing it to pierce through the rest of Eric's chest, nailing him to the tree behind. For a moment his vision darkened, the world spun and he thought he would pass out from the pain. It throbbed, ached... burned. He was trembling uncontrollably from the shock and pain, and the man's scornful laughter seemed to come through deep water, every sound muffled and distant. Suddenly, the stake was removed with a brutal tug and he screamed again. The raw wood left sharp splinters in the wound, effectively preventing any possibilities of healing. Another stab hit him, in his stomach this time. And another, in his shoulder, his arm, his thigh. Eric kept screaming, but the sound had been reduced to whimpers, gurgling noises and blood. Even through all this, he didn't stop fighting to get loose, not that it made any difference at this point. His body didn't obey and when the man let go of the grip he held on his wrist's, Eric slumped to the ground.
The man looked down at him and smirked mockingly. "I would finish you of you know, but I have to admit that I enjoyed this. It would be a pity if we couldn't do it again. So I guess I'll see you around." "Oh and take this," he said, referring to the bloody stake in his hand, "as a souvenir." At the last word, Eric felt how the stake slowly was being pushed through his stomach again, pinning him to the ground. He might have cried out again, maybe even let out an involuntarily sob in pain, he didn't know. He didn't know anything any longer, it was all just pain. He fought desperately not to lose consciousness, not to let the darkness take over... Eric was no longer aware of his surroundings. No longer aware of the man, who took one last glance at the collapsed vampire before turning and disappearing into the darkness between the trees.
The plot thickens! Now, I know that this chapter brings up questions, but believe me, they will be answered sooner or later. We are, after all, only in the very beginning of the story. Remember to review, you know you want to ;)