Surprise! I bet you weren't expecting me so soon. Well, I don't know how long it's been, but I frankly don't care. Here is the following of The Fantastic Adventures Of Fantastic Eric Northman, hope you'll enjoy it. And, all of you out there, who never say a word, hope you like it too! For the rest, thanks for the reviews, favorites, etc ... I love you all!
Disclaimer : Those messed-up, crazy, insane characters don't belong to me. Surprise! But what I do with them sure IS mine.
Pairing(s) : You'll see. But it's mostly a story about Eric.
Rating : K+
God hates Fangs
-Sookie Stackouse?
Bill called himself a fool. What a mistake! How had he been able to think that he could wrong an entire council of vampires? Now that they knew that Sookie was Pam's target, they would never let her go without some personal sentence. Bill slowly rose his eyes to the smirking Magister.
-She's a victim.
The Magister let out a bored sigh, as if he was talking to a six-year-old.
-She's a human.
Bill could feel Eric smirking behind him. It was such a disturbing presence. Eric had always been kind of a threat, now more than ever. To make his mean-vampire speech more clear, the Magister added :
-A mortal.
Bill grinned in pain. Didn't this jerk know that he knew she was a mortal? Yes she was. So what? Was their love forbidden because of a stupid immortality he hadn't even asked for? Bill's muscles contracted. He needed to punch someone. Fists clenched, he walked to the Magister's garbage's throne.
-Don't hurt her.
The Magister looked down at him with a cruel smile.
-Ooh, we love her? How cute it is!
He turned around to face the assembly of vampires, and, pretending to ask them, said :
-Isn't that the cutest thing ever?
They laughed. Apparently satisfied, the Magister came back to his captive and said feelinglessly :
-No it's not. And you know why, Bill?
Bill didn't answer but threw the man a death glance. The Magister put his hands on his throne's arms and lent to Bill.
-Because she's not one of us. She's food. That's all she is! Like all of them!
He rose his arms in the red sky and all the council started to yell and scream. The ovation lasted a few minutes. Then, the Magister ordered Luisa, without watching her, as if exhausted by this energy waste :
-Bring him here.
A sadistic light enlightened his face.
-Now we'll play.
-GHF-
The Magister took a knife in Luisa's hand and tossed it between his fingers. He seemed to wonder what he would do to Bill. Eventually, he looked back to the council and said :
-I think we're gonna ask our friend Bill -he insisted on the friend- to give one of us back to our kind.
He grinned at Bill, seeming to know something the brown-eyed vampire hadn't guessed yet.
-Aren't we?
The Magister turned to the assembly.
-We're gonna show him what we're capable of!
The smile in his face was now a sort of evil grin deformed by anger and expectated pain. All the vampires screamed with him. Bill froze.
Fuck. That was Hell, for sure.
The moonlight shone on the Magister's fangs.
-GHF-
The Magister continued :
-Maybe your "girl" isn't that bad, isn't she?
Nobody knew what he had in mind, but they all nodded.
-Maybe we can give her a chance of redemption.
Bill glanced at the little vampire. Was he serious? She had nothing to repent for, though, but he was so sure that they wouldn't let her go. Maybe... Maybe they had something for him that was so cruel they couldn't do nothing to Sook... It was unbelievable. It was an ambush.
-Maybe we can have her by our side!
He stood up and rose his right hand.
-The black side!
Bill just had the time to ask himself what they were gonna do when something hit the back of his head. He fell loudly on the ground. The Magister jumped near to him and whispered in his ear :
-Good night, Sleeping Beauty...
If he'd been awake, he would have shivered.
-GHF-
Sookie was frightened. Why had she left Bill this morning? Oh, right. Because he was a vampire. He would have burnt like a toast if he'd stayed with her. What was his fuckin' problem, anyways? Why couldn't they live like everyone else, and be like a normal couple without all the people watching them as if they were monsters? Sookie snored. Fuck. She was -again- going to cry. Why was all this situation so hard to handle? Sometimes -yes- she liked the fact that her boyfriend was a vampire. Yes she did. It wasn't surprising, anyway. It gave him a sort of halo, a strange and blinding aura that attracted her so much. Fascination. It was a kind of deep fascination, insidious, irresistible. It floated all around him with this warm, exciting smell.
Oh-my-God. Did she love him because he was a vampire? That would be such an awful thing. But sometimes, it bored her. This feeling of constant agitation, the blood... sometimes she just wanted to cry and say "Enough! No more!". And sleep. But though. Maybe it was just self-persuasion what she was doing. Oh no. Oh no no no. Sookie suddenly felt the urge to go see Bill and tell him she loved him, just to know. To know if fangs inside she just saw in him a guy, a boring, very old guy that held her as if she was the most precious thing in the world. But it wasn't that, wasn't it? It ujust couldn't be that. She had tried so hard to make it work out. And it would have been all for nothing? She couldn't accept that. She looked hopefully at the red sky. Soon she'd go to his house and cry and kiss him and he'd say with his sweet, smoothing voice :
-All is gonna be okay.
Like he did all the time. Sookie lay on the covers and immediately fell asleep.
-GHF-
When she woke up a couple hours later, the sun was already hidden behind the hills and a few clouds hung out in the sky. Sookie stood up on her feet, dressed up, and hurried over to the Compton house. She knocked several times but nobody answered. Maybe Bill was playing the Wii. Someday he had told her that he liked playing golf with it because of the artificial sun. The nostalgia in his voice was so deep and so sincere that she had wanted to cry blood tears, just like him, and understand. But she couldn't. She shook her head to make these dark thoughts go away, and opened the door. No noise. That was strange, but maybe he was still sleeping. She entered the living-room. Everything was unchanged. Untouched. Black odd things, red curtains, old coach. Everything here had this smell of past whose Sookie had, with time, got used to. He must be outside hunting or buying True Blood. Right. She'd wait for hugs. She sat on the coach when she felt a presence behind her. She turned around and found out a dark little man smirking at her. He held a sort of black gold stick. He smiled at her :
-Hello, Miss...
She didn't say a thing and his smile grew wider.
- … Sookie Stackouse, am I right?
Hearing her name, she took back the control of herself.
-Who are you?
He grinned at the person following him, a latino vampire woman.
-You aren't very polite, young woman...
-Who are you?
-Magister, nice to meet you, and this is Luisa.
-What do you want?
Suddenly, she saw Eric, hidden in a dark corner. She greeted him coldly :
-Eric.
He did the same with his hoarse, drawling tone.
-Sookie.
-Hmm, hmm. Sorry to interrupt.
They both turned to the smiling Magister and Sookie reapeted her question :
-What do you want?
She glanced at Eric.
-Again?
The Magister whispered :
-The same thing. You.
The minute after, she was asleep. Again.
But not exactly the same kind of sleep.