|| 2. Just Got My Vamp ||

I arched my eyebrows and scrunched my face, confused. "Eric, why is it that it looks like ketchup exploded on your face?" I obviously knew that it wasn't ketchup, it was blood. He grinned cockily, his fangs visible in a teasing manner. His eyes indicated sinister personality, and I ignored his smug look as he said as if it was ordinary, "Like Pam said, there was an incident."

I followed him to the backroom, ready to question and interrogate him. Even if Eric and I hated each other, I still talked to him. We hated each other, me moreso hating him because he teased and taunted me all the time, but we understood each other. He was hostile, I was calm. He was mean, I was sweet. But when I was angry, I became as angry as Eric does; minus the bonus of being able to kill someone like a vampire does. I stifled a laugh as I looked at his long blond hair, decorated with tin foil for hair coloring. Like Eric Northman, the Swedish Viking Prince, needed to color his hair. Eric was over 1000 years old, and looked like a twenty-three year old male model for Europe. Every woman flocked to him and was drawn in by him. I think I was the only one that really resisted his charm and meant it. It annoyed him that I thought his charm was tacky and it instantly pissed him off when I first meant him, because he'd caught on with my body language. Sookie and Bill were Pam in the main club area, discussing the Fellowship of the Sun, a radical church who was against vampires and were ready to kill not only vampires, but also the people associated with them. Most recently, a fire had claimed three vampires' lives and Eric was in hot prusuit of finding out who and why they set the building aflame. Eric sat down on the chair behind the desk, and I stood beside him and began toying with his hair.

"You have blood in your hair." I commented bluntly, examining the sticky, dried blood that caked his blond color. I could only imagine what Eric had done this time around. If Eric was protective or possessive of something, and you'd messed with it, you would be sorry. "Care to explain?" I lifted parts of his hair up and made a disgusted look as the blood stained my fingertips.

"I know." He murmured, "I'm sorry. But I killed one of those redneck, hick fuckers who I thought burnt the building." He looked straightforward, eyes locked in front of him, serious expression on his face, as I continued pawing through his hair. The smell of blood was overwhelming and almost made me want to throw up. At his reply, I stopped for a second, blinked. I spun around in front of him quickly and widened my eyes at him to show my surprise and disapproval as I slid to sit on the desk in front of him, "Eric, what the hell? You killed a human, that you didn't even know if they were guilty or not?"

Eric looked straight ahead bluntly, "I know, I know. I'm said I'm sorry, Evie. But he used silver on me."

I tilted my head to the side, furrowed my eyebrows and took my bloodied hand, reached up carefully and brought his face to the left, so I could see his right cheek. I blinked and looked carefully. A reddened area was burnt into his skin, almost bloodied. I gasped quietly and brought my hand back quickly. Eric smugly smirked at me, "See?" I nodded at him and kept looking at the burnt redness on his face. Ouch, that looked like it hurt. Pam strolled into the room, statuesque as always, and after her came one of Eric's vampire bouncers. Chained by the neck and being dragged into the room by a long chain was Lafayette Reynolds, a gay prostitute that I knew from my cousin Jason's street gang. My mouth dropped open as I watched him be aggressively thrown onto the the chair in front of Eric, the chain tighted around his neck tight and the skin was slightly pinched. He had blood splattered like paint on his face, his upper lip trembling and his eyes wide in terror. Lafayette's scared eyes travelled up to me, the human standing next to the ruthless Eric Northman, the vampire Sheriff. I gulped, swallowing hard in anxiety. Lafayette knew just who I was. "What's she doing here? Evangeline Stackhouse? Jason's cousin?" Lafayette muttered, looking from me to Eric.

"She's my human." Eric replied bluntly, "That's not the matter you're here to discuss. Now what I would love to hear exactly who the hell is selling the V on the streets? Who started the fire that killed 3 of our kind?"

Instantly I yanked my neck to look at Eric with raised eyebrows, silently questioning him. His human? I was his human. Since when? I mean, Eric had stated before that he was responsible for me, that I needed looking after, but I always thought he was either being sarcastic, a smart-ass, or joking. Apparently not. The way he said it was like the way Bill told people that Sookie was his human. I mean, Godric had referred to me as "Eric's human" before, but I assumed he didn't know that I wasn't. I decided to stay silent this time and bit my lip, exchanging a look across the room with Pam, who rolled her tongue across her lips quickly and smirked, turning her attention back to Eric. I slightly shook my head in confusion, dismissing the thoughts in my head and looking at Lafayette.

"I swear, it wasn't me. I haven't sold vampire blood in weeks. I'm off it, man. Really!" He attempted to reason with Eric, who didn't look affected or expression-ridden. He looked almost bored, sitting there with tin foils in his hair and a human at his side. Eric inhaled and then exhaled patiently, calmly and with that bored expression on his face.

"I am not quite sure if I believe that. I'd have to know that for sure. So if that's all the information you can give me for now..." Eric sighed, his eyes meeting with the bouncer, who charged forward to grab Lafayette by the chain and began to drag him out of the room.

"No, wait!" Lafayette holding up his hands in defense before the bouncer could drag him agressively away. Eric and Pam exchanged a vampire look [a nod and a knowing glance] and Pam nodded for the sunglass-clad bouncer to cool it and let Lafayette talk. Lafayette nervously began rapidly speaking.

"Word is that it's Jason Stackhouse. He's selling that shit, not me. Chase him down and interrogate him, not me!" Lafayette said this in a mutter, looking pleadingly at Eric. Eric seemed unaffected. I opened my mouth a little in shock, but then I thought it over. Jason has done bad stuff before, slept with a bunch of prostitutes, bar fights, that kind of stuff. But selling V, the vampire-draining drug? Illegal, across the board. Obviously this pissed Eric off. I remained silent at the mention of my cousin. Eric nodded his head to the door and the bouncer gripped the chain and dragged Lafayette out the door, as he screamed, "No! Hey! Let me free, I told you what I need to know! Hey! C'mon!"

I turned and glared at Eric as Lafayette was dragged out, "Eric! Why didn't you let him free? He told you all you needed to know about the V trading. And now you're going to lock him back under Fangtasia?" He looked up at me, but not for long, as he stood up to his 6'7 height and smirked at me as he smoothed out his black wifebeater, "I don't know if he's telling the truth."

I rolled my eyes and he sat back down. I blinked at him and Pam came over and said to Eric, "With all this blood in your air, I'll have to go much shorter than planned." I huffed and watched as Sookie and Bill entered the room. "So, the Fellowship is stirring up trouble and you say the have Godric. What do you plan we do? Go to Dallas?"

I blinked, confused at the mention of Godric. Of course I knew who he was, but Godric was now captured by the Fellowship of the Sun? I hated those people. I wouldn't hate them if they weren't so insistant on killing innocent vampires. Who really disgusted me was Steve Newlin, who ran the church. He hated me and Sookie, calling us the "evil whore twins" on two seperate occassions. He knew me and Sookie "hung around" [a better word would be helped with] the vampires, so he hated us more than anything and was set out on attacking us.

"They have Godric? In Dallas?" I choked out. Godric was extremely calm, yet could be extremely dangerous and murderous. If he was not toyed with, he seemed fine. But if you tested Godric, he could rip someone to pieces without a second thought. He was older than any vampire I'd ever met, including Eric, who was made into a vampire by Godric. When I'd met Godric, I found out he was the Sheriff of Area 9. He was physically younger than me, a younger man. He was peaceful and cared for humans and their overall well-being. When I first met Godric, he somehow instantly knew that I had some sort of ability [the nightmares] like Sookie had her telepathy. I remembered how he'd asked Eric if I was his human after asking Bill if Sookie was his.

"Yes. I can't see how any of us can infiltrate, though." Bill murmured.

I bit my lip. Godric had done a lot for me, like saving me from being either attacked or raped on seperate occassions. I wasn't ready to just let that creep Steve Newlin kill him. Even Eric knew that we couldn't let him be held captive. Eric cared for Godric the most of all. A bond between a vampire and his maker is a bond a human cannot understand, Eric once explained to me. I nodded, for I didn't have any idea what the bond was right. "So none of you will do anything?" I asked, looking at Bill, Sookie, Pam and Eric. The three of them looked at me, biting their lips and said, "We'll have to think of something first, to plan it." But Eric narrowed his eyes and said, "I'd do anything for Godric."

"Don't worry. We'll figure something out, Evangeline. Let us deal with this." Sookie said, panic in her voice, betraying her fake calmness.

I rolled my eyes and huffed as I walked out of the backroom and through the bar area, without any of them stopping me. Of course, since I was the youngest I knew the least and I couldn't help. Just because Sookie was five years older than me didn't mean I was a child. She always did that, asked for my help then deny it.

If Sookie pulled me out of college, made me move to Bon Temps, help her investigate and help the vampires, why would we just sit around and talk it out? I was going to get Godric out, I was going to help him. Even if Eric, Sookie and Bill weren't ready to spring into action. I was. Even if Steve Newlin and the Fellowship of the Sun would attack me. I just needed to show my loyalty to help the vampires and help Godric.

I exited the bar with a yank of the door and a curious glace from the two bouncers and ran out into the night. I ignored their glances and ran to the parking lot. The rain was falling again at a rapid speed. I ran to Sookie's car and smiled triumphantly as I saw the keys were still in the ignition. I smirked smugly and slid into the driver's seat, putting my feet on the pedals and revving the engine. I grinned at this and turned the keys, the car turning on. I pressed on the pedal and before I knew it, the car was rolling out the parking lot of Fangtasia. I drove through the night, the digital clock on the dashboard reading 6:45. Now to reach Dallas, Texas. Only about a 3 hour drive.

After driving for a while, I finally passed a sign that said Welcome to the City of Dallas. I bit my lip as I drove to the church. Intimidating and challenging the Fellowship of the Sun was so stupid of me to do, but I had no choice. Plus, being so young I guess I was an idiot, too. That's how Eric put it when I either did or said something irrational or stupid in his opinion. That got me even angrier, more charged to show him I could handle this.

I pulled into the church. Cars were strewn everywhere messily in the parking lot. I parked far away, down the street and made sure that I had the switchblade in my pocket, something I never walked around without. You never know who you're going to run into, as Jason always puts it. I silently walked into the parking lot, attempting to make light steps as I walked. I quietly ran to the entrance. Maybe if I entered through the front, they wouldn't be there. Would Godric be held there? I bit my lip. I was about to open the door when I felt to arms yank me from behind and hold me so tightly it hurt. They smacked a hand over my mouth, covering my bloodcurdling scream. Then the person murmured in my ear in a snicker.

"Not today, sweetheart."


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