"Alright Missy, let's get you back to bed" Eva stated, trying to break the tension that had settled in.
"Awwww mom" Blyss whined, Peering over her mother's shoulder to the man who stood in the door way.
"No but's", Eva turned back around to see Eric staring after them " you can wait in the living room. I'll be right back." she then continued her path down the hallway.
"Good night!" Blyss called over her shoulder, waving the hand that still clutched her stuffed animal.
"Sweet dreams" was Eric's response. Eva held tighter onto her child. This strange turn of events left her nervous, and she didn't like it one bit.
Once Blyss had quieted, and her soft breaths had returned to those of a deep sleep Eva stood up from the edge of her bed, and quietly exited the room. She took her time walking towards the living room, trying to quell the fluttering of her heart.
As she came to the living room she found Eric standing, gazing at the mantle place that was full of pictures of herself and more so of her daughter.
"I didn't realize you had a child. Should we be expecting her father home soon?" She jumped, not realizing that he had realized she was watching him. Clearing her throat she crossed her arms to keep her hands from picking at her clothes in nervous anticipation.
"He is not in the picture" she stated simply, not taking her eyes off of him. He had yet to look at her, instead moved on to looking at the next picture.
"Oh? Where is he then?" He queried, still not sparing her a glance.
"Not that it's any of your business, but the bastard is in jail" she snapped, nerves on edge. Finally he turned to face her, though he didn't show the typical emotion that she was used to, no sympathy, or embarrassment, nor apology. Instead he looked genuinely curious. There were those eyes again, trapping her in their gaze. "Why are you here?" She meant for those words to come out strong and demanding, but instead they were barely a whisper.
"I told you, I simply want to know what you are"
"I don't know what you're talking about" She answered quickly, sounding much more confident than she felt.
"Let's try this again, I'll ask my question, and you will answer it" the amusement had left his face. "What are you?"
"I told you, I don't know what you mean." She replied. Suddenly he was in front of her, she backed up quickly, but met the barrier of the wall. He towered over her, and she felt very small, smaller than she had ever felt before.
"I will only ask nicely one more time" He seethed, looking down at her. She held her breath as he lowered his face to hers, blocking her in with both arms on either side of the wall. "What Are You" each word rung in her ears and all she could do was stare up at him.
"I don't know what you're talking about." It barely came out as a whisper.
"The hard way then" He muttered, eyes intensifying. "Evangeline, you want to tell me what it is your hiding. It's been such a heavy weight on your shoulders" He commanded. Eva couldn't look away and her mind fell into a foggy state. She tried to fight the dream like state but before she knew it she felt light and airy.
"It's so hard, keeping such a secret" She mumbled in return, still peering into his eyes. He grinned, at least he knew she wasn't like Bill's human, glamoring still worked on her. Although she smelt nothing like Sookie, Sookie reminded him of sweet honey, this girl before him smelled like sex, and he wanted nothing more than to defile, then drain her right where she stood, not necessarily in that order either.
"Tell me Evangeline, it's alright. Tell me what you are" He commanded again.
"I really shouldn't, it's not safe" he grimaced, she was resisting. So she wasn't completely helpless to glamoring.
" Evangeline," he placed a hand to her cheek, leaning in closer, barely a centimeter separating the two. "You can trust me. Tell me now Evangeline, what are you."
"You seem like you can keep a secret," she mumbled. " But,"
"No buts Evangeline, tell me now"
"I have many names" she whispered, and Eric smiled, he loved winning.
"Tell me them"
"Siren, mermaid, I'm not sure to be honest which is true" Eric recoiled slightly. A siren? Sure he had heard of them before, in his early days tales of the temptresses were common among his peers, but as man evolved the stories fell away, save for a child's tale now and again.
He thought back onto the sight he witnessed the first night he met her, about the pitch her voice had taken, and how the man had listened to her every word, and he had to admit it did make sense.
Eva tried to fight through the fog in her mind, deep down she knew she should be worried, but for the life of her she couldn't remember why. What was she so afraid of? She tried her hardest to focus, and realized she couldn't feel her body, or even see. Concentrating she tried to make her way through her cloudy mind, a voice cut through the silence, a deep male voice. She couldn't recognize whose it was, but it struck a note of fear. She fought even harder, and a flicker of hope surged through her, she could feel her fingers again, could feel them twitching at her command.
Eric let out a grunt of surprise when suddenly Evangeline shoved him off of her, snapping out of his trance. She barely put any distance between them, but it was just enough to break his control on her completely. He had to admit, he was slightly impressed.
"What the fuck was that!" she demanded, breathing heavy, fists clenched. She was enraged, what had he done to her!? "Since when do vampires have mind control!" she continued, bringing a hand to her throbbing temple. A headache had quickly formed and was only getting worse.
"I'm impressed; I've never had someone resist me like that before." Her eyes squeezed shut and he watched her waver before quickly reaching forward to steady her as she tipped forward.
"My head" she groaned, trying to push off of him. The second she was on her own two feet again she was falling right back over. With a roll of his eyes, Eric scooped her up and dropped her on the large brown couch near the mantle, before plopping down on the matching recliner that faced it.
Both hands were now pressed against her forehead and she groaned again in pain.
"What the hell did you do to me?" she whined. Cracking open an eye and glaring at him.
"I glamored you," He stated simply, relaxing back into the recliner.
"You what?"
"Glamor, In short it's mind control."
"I thought that was an old wives tale" she muttered, rolling onto her side so she could better see him.
"We don't like to broadcast our abilities. I'm sure you understand, siren" her eyes widened, and she sat up quickly before falling back to the couch with a loud moan. She clenched her eyes shut as another wave of pain wracked her head, a wave of nausea following right behind.
"How did you know?" she asked once the pain had subsided.
"You told me" he was finding this girl more and more amusing. And her smell was driving him up the wall.
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, fear apparent in her eyes.
" I'm not sure…yet" Eva didn't like the sound of that, but as another wave of nausea passed through her body she couldn't dwell on it, leaning over the couch she heaved. Eric watched her in silence, the wheels in his head turning. He wasn't expecting this outcome, but if he played his cards right he could use this to his advantage.
"Is it always like this?" she groaned, wiping her mouth with the back of her arm as she finished, collapsing back onto the couch. Eric got to his feet making his way towards the pale woman.
"No, I believe you made yourself sick in fighting my control. But I can help" she opened her eyes and startled at his form hovering over her.
"What do you mean?"
He brought his wrist up to his mouth and her eyes widened as two ivory fangs popped from his mouth, before sinking into his wrist, which he then presented to her.
"Drink" he commanded. The smell of blood invaded her nostrils and she recoiled. A new sick feeling settling into the pit of her stomach.
"Are you kidding me? That's disgusting!" she complained. Weakly attempting to push the appendage away, but failing.
"It will heal you. Now hurry up and drink before the wound heals." He pressed his wrist to her mouth, anxious for her to follow through. She resisted a minute longer, until she realized that he was not going to let up. Giving up, and deciding that this night could not get any more weird she hesitantly opened her mouth, letting at first a few drops in, then sucking as the blood hit her tongue.
Something about it tasted so amazingly good, and she could feel it enter her system, the nausea instantly disappearing and soon after the headache following. As her strength returned she grasped onto his wrist, her hand holding it in place, she moaned as the liquid continued to drown her in ecstasy.
Eric grinned at the sight before him, already able to feel her in him. Even though she didn't yet know it, she would now never be able to hide from Eric Northman.
Well I updated : D Yay me. Hope you readers like it. Thank you to smore9 for the review : ) Don't worry, While there is a troubled past with baby daddy she isn't a damsel in distress with a woe is me sob story : ) I wanted to avoid her being this total mega victim. Thanks for your thoughts!
1) so we see what Eva is in this chapter, are you surprised? Did you catch the foreshadowing of her?
2) I actually had planned having her reveal later in the story butttttttt I ended up writing it here, hope you like it. Thoughts, qualms, quarries?
3)Unlike faires, but much like werewolves Sirens can be glamored, but they are able to fight it a bit more. Do we like this or no?
4) What do you think Eric has planned for Eva?
5) This is True Blood, and happy endings are few and far between, so what tragedy will follow? Any ideas, because I know I have some horrible stuff planned ; )
6) Just a side note this is starting right before the trip to Texas, which you probably caught with the hair cut. How will Eva play a role in this? Any ideas?
I just like leaving a list of questions at the end of my chapters to hear from you guys, my readers. Helps me know what's going on in your heads and answer my biggest questions as an author.
