A/N: Wow! Am I ever on fire! Well, in my opinion at least. I should be studying chemistry, but my mind is obviously elsewhere. Here's chapter 3! I've read over my previous chapters through the browser instead of just reading through it on Microsoft Word and I notice I really do have short paragraphs. I don't know about you, but it irks me that I keep short paragraphs because I feel like I jump around. But then, I don't like long paragraphs because I just skip through them. I can't seem to find a compromise. I don't know, I'll try to make them more medium long then? If you lot have any problems with formatting or with anything about the story in general, please don't hesitate to tell me!
She knew he couldn't do anything right away. The sun was still high in the sky when she burst into his home. She paced back and forth in his room, feeling his thoughtful gaze on her back. She cleared her throat and ran a hand through her dark hair.
"I – uh – I never knew you went for the mouthy type." Camilla stuttered in reference to the blonde human that he had moments ago had a romp around in the bushes with. Eric thought about the nameless blonde and then further reflected on a certain blonde waitress residing in Bon Temps.
"Just a phase." Eric took his cell phone that was in one of the pockets of his jeans that he had discarded on the floor in the earlier heat. "What's Isabel's number?"
Camilla walked up to him and stood with one hand on her hip, plucking the phone from his hand. Eric looked down at her tiny frame. He easily stood 6 feet 4 inches, towering over the girl. He guessed she was about 5'1 or 5'2; Eric must have been more than a foot above her.
"Isabel's picked up." She waved the phone in the air and Eric took the phone from her fingers before she walked away.
"Isabel...where is Godric?" Eric paused, listening to the female vampire on the other side of the line. He watched in curiosity as Camilla went to his bed and sniffed his pillows. "Don't screw with me, Isabel. He is not 'indisposed'. I know he's gone – no, Isabel. You know just as well as I do exactly what Godric is to me. Of course I'd know. Hold on. I just want to know what you Area 9 vampires are doing to find him."
Camilla scrunched her nose in disgust and kicked off the one pillow that the human had used the night before. He quirked an eyebrow up when she lay down on the side he slept on and pushed her face into the pillow, taking deep breathes.
"We are doing all we can, Eric." He was now both frustrated and amused. Frustrated with Isabel's vague responses and entertained by Camilla's antics.
"You obviously haven't done enough. I would be talking to him now if you had." Isabel let out a disgruntled growl. Eric sighed in irritation and muttered a quick goodbye before shutting his phone. "I want to help Isabel. Let me."
She sighed, her voice heavily muffled by the pillow. "You smell really, really good." He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, as she lifted her head and rested it on her palm.
"How long till sun down?"
"Six hours." She resisted her urge to yawn and sat up. After several moments of silence she whispered, "I want to find him, Eric. I want Godric back."
He looked into her eyes, contemplating. In all honesty, he knew very little of her. He knew that she and Godric were...something. As to what that something was, he didn't even know. He didn't know how long she and his maker knew each other, how they met, or even how old she was. He also had no idea where she came from or what she was before she met Godric. He knew her name, what she liked and didn't like, her habits, personality, her smell, that she could walk in the sun, and that her adrenaline bursts were astounding. Walking in the sun, well, that was another thing he didn't understand about her – he had no idea what she was. She wasn't a vampire; she was more human. She wasn't even human – what human could live forever? He didn't know if she was born a human and became the woman she was now or if she just came into the world the way she was.
The way she was...
Well, that was a whole other thing altogether.
The sun had set faster than the two had expected and soon they were both driving their respective cars down the dirt road towards Fangtasia.
Camilla looked over her car, bored, as she followed Eric's Corvette to his bar. The beige leather seats were in pristine condition and were spotless. She liked how her car was simple, albeit expensive, with no personal touches to the vehicle. She liked the colors of both the interior and exterior and how it turned heads every time she drove it out.
Her phone started to buzz.
"Hello?" Camilla waited patiently for the person to respond as she picked up speed.
"Why did you have to drive your car?" Eric's drawl came through the speaker, boredom clear through his tone.
"What was I supposed to do? Run to your place? Ask you to pick me up midday?" She heard Eric snort uncharacteristically on the other side. She imagined him rolling his eyes at her statement.
"Have you heard from Sophie-Anne?" Her grip got tighter on the wheel.
"Was I supposed to?" She frowned heavily, refusing to let her gaze stray from the red vehicle in front of hers. He took so long to respond; she thought he had hung up on her.
"No." Her eyebrow shot up and she bit her lip. "We're here." A sharp click came from the speaker and she put her phone away. His car came to a stop behind the club and she parked beside him. She shut the ignition off and took a few moments to watch Eric come out from his car. She watched him step out and run a hand through his blonde hair. Sighing, she finally unbuckled herself and got out of the car.
Entering through the back door, Camilla let the heavy bass of the music wash through her. As much as she adored silence, sometimes she loved to lose herself in the noise. She could feel the beat run through her fingers as she followed Eric to his office. Even as he shut the door and stifled the sound, her fingers tingled from the sensation. Eric walked behind his desk and picked up his office phone. Camilla figured that Eric was going through some personal business on the phone and decided to tune him out. She sank into the couch and drummed her fingers to the muffled beat. She only ended up catching bits of the conversation Eric was having.
"...Sookie...require services...missing sheriff...Dallas...tonight..." Camilla pursed her lips, not quite sure what to make of what she overheard. She considered it best if she didn't comment on it. Maybe, if Eric wanted her to know, he'd tell her on his own.
She stood up, walked to the office door, and opened it. Eric was still on the phone when she turned, but his gaze was on her. She vaguely pointed in the direction of the music and made her way down the hall, away from Eric. When she opened another door, the music completely drowned her senses. All she could hear was the music; all she could see was dancing and all she could taste and smell was the sweat of the other humans. She strode confidently to the bar and occupied an empty stool.
She didn't particularly enjoy drinking and declined when the bartender asked if she had wanted anything. Instead, she turned around and watched the beings around her move to the beat. She rested her elbows on the ledge behind her and crossed her legs. Humans and vampires alike gyrated to the beat against one another and she had to close her eyes when things became too heated between a pair.
She felt a hand on her bare knee and she opened her eyes, she hadn't even noticed her knee-length trousers had ridden up so high. Before her stood a male vampire. She figured he was just under six feet and was well equipped with muscles in the right places. She noticed the tribal tattoo that ran down his bicep and the amazing softness of his hand. Brown hair and eyes – Camilla did not find him unattractive at all; she rather liked what she saw. She licked her lips as she inspected him.
"Come alone tonight?" She liked the sound of his voice. It rumbled through his chest and sweetly ran by her ears. She decided to play with this vampire.
"Maybe." She put her eyebrow up in what she hoped was a decent seductive expression – she was never good at conveying a more 'sexy' side of her. On further inspection she observed he wore a tight black shirt and dark blue jeans finished with a pair of worn, brown cowboy boots. Her gaze zeroed in at the area between his legs and she nearly frowned at what she saw – he was already aroused. How boring.
"What if I helped you with your predicament?" The vampire stepped closer to her, whispering in her ear. He ran his fingers up and down her side. He was really good at this, but she still didn't like him and considered him only a pretty face.
"I'm a little bit...busy." She kept her gaze locked ahead of her and she quickly wondered if this situation was going to get messy. The vampire let out a growl of frustration held onto her knee tighter.
"I think it would be best if you came with me tonight, missy."
"Eric wouldn't like that." The vampire grunted, disbelieving her, and gripped his hand on her neck. His hold on her got tighter and it got harder to breath. She started to scratch at his hand, attempting to remove it. Her heart thumped faster.
Suddenly, the hands were removed and a protective arm placed around her.
"She's right. I didn't like that." Eric's voice was low and menacing. She could feel his voice vibrate through his chest and it sent a welcome chill down her spine. She was sure that the look Eric was giving the other vampire was one that could kill. "Leave. Now."
"Yes, Sheriff." Even through this entire near-death experience, Camilla kept her gaze on the retreating vampire's backside – his very attractive backside – her mouth in an o-shape. If he wasn't so bloody arrogant...
Eric tilted her head towards him; her gaze snapped to his bright blue eyes. He gave her a look of intrigue and she took note of how his eyes caught the dim light. Placing a hand on her shoulder, Eric led her to the raised platform in the back of the club. He sat in his throne and she made her way into the shadows behind him. She always found the groveling humans that crawled their way to the Viking interesting.
Before completely hiding herself, Eric took a hold of her wrist and whispered in her ear. "Before dawn comes, we'll have a plan. I promise you, min söt. I swear on my life."
"I know we will. You never disappoint, min Viking."
A/N: Oooh, and the plot thickens! Not really. I ended pretty boring. I've never done an 'ending' note, it's interesting. Maybe I should end with more of a cliffhanger next time? And I promise it won't be predictable! We'll see I guess, hm?
min söt - my sweet.
In all honesty, I'm not even too sure that's what it means because I'm not even Swedish. I translated it off of some online thing. I really want to learn Swedish. Anyone want to teach me? Or maybe it'll be something I pursue in university.
