After a week, Bridget discovered how much she really enjoyed living with Sookie. They discovered that they had a lot more in common than either of them had thought possible. When one of them would mention something, that most people would consider strange or quirky, the other sister would squeal and say, "Oh my God, me too!" Which would typically be followed by, "Really?!" Plus a series of excited giggles. Humming to herself, Bridget decided that that evening, she would go for a drive, just to get out of the house and have some time to herself. She often times loved to just drive for hours, discovering new places and, often times, meeting new people as well.
Sookie, however, seemed a bit less than enthusiastic about Bridget's plan to go wondering the roads at night by herself, "Are you sure that you don't want to wait until I get off work tonight? I can come with you! It's not safe Bridget!"
Rolling her eyes slightly, Bridget thought that the overprotective older sister mentality was beginning to show its ugly head. "Sookie, I promise I will be fine OK? I have been driving on this side of the road for a while now and have gotten quite used to it. Besides, what's the worst that could really happen anyway?"
For some reason, Sookie didn't want to look her in the eyes when she asked that particular question. Shrugging her shoulders, Bridget tossed on her black trench coat and stepped out onto the porch.
"Look Bridge, I need to warn you about something OK? There is something out there that, if you aren't careful will kill you. There are vampires out there and if they smell and catch you, they will kill you just to drink your blood. Please be careful!"
Looking at her with the bewildered look of someone watching another person lose their mind before their very eyes, Bridget smiled reassuringly, "I promise that I won't let any of the big bad vampires get me OK?" Turning around, she rolled her eyes and shook her head as she slid into the car and took off down the road.
Driving aimlessly was something that was always very therapeutic for Bridget. Although she loved being with Sookie, Bridget also found that she had missed just being able to clear her mind and not having to think. She smiled to herself as she replayed the events of her life since she had come to this very different but very wonderful place. Lost in her own mind, she didn't even notice the huge pothole that she was heading straight towards.
The sound of the tire bursting was deafening as the car veered off the road. Fighting to maintain control, Bridget panicked and jerked the wheel far too roughly; causing the SUV to swerve off of the other side of the road. Frozen with fear Bridget just watched, as though she was a spectator and this was happening to someone else, as the car barreled through tall weeds finally hitting a small tree. The car immediately stopped, but of course Bridget kept moving, causing her to strike her head against the steering wheel, causing a slight gash in her forehead. She lay there dazed for a few moments, watching the crimson blood as it washed over her face and into her eyes, causing them to tear up and burn as though fire itself were burning them. Squeezing her eyes shut, Bridget whimpered as she quickly reached over and felt for the glove compartment where she had put napkins from Merlotte's the first day that she had arrived in Bon Temps. Wiping the blood from her eyes, and letting her tears wash what had gotten into her eyes away, Bridget finally opened her eyes.
Panic once again set in as she saw that her car was surrounded by a group of very young, very formidable looking people. They all looked like they were either teenagers or in their early twenties. They looked at her with a ravenous light in their eyes and two even licked their lips as they smelled the air around them, closing their eyes in ecstacy.
"She smells like cotton candy and cinnamon!" one of them exclaimed to the others as he moved towards the vehicle, a pair of fangs dropping into place. Bridget's eyes widened as she remembered Sookie's words before she left the house.
"No! She's mine! I smelled her first!" This statement was said by a very sinister looking brunette woman, who dropped her fangs and growled at the first male. He didn't seem to take her claim very well and the other vampires that were with them seemed to take sides.
The male vampire leader, a rather greasy looking black haired boy, growled right back at her, "Fuck you! You may have smelled her but I got here first so that means I get to have first bite!"
Bridget turned her head from one of the leaders to the other as they fought over the right to kill her. It seemed almost surreal and she wondered if perhaps this was all just a hallucination brought on by her recent head trauma. Just as that possibility entered her mind, the door to the truck was thrown open and the male leader of the vampire gang grabbed her by her hair and dragged her out of the car and into his arms. Pulling her head back against his shoulder, he laughed as she hissed against the pain. "Let me go you fucking asshole!" she yelled and the entire group of about eight, simply laughed.
"Well, you are feisty aren't you? I like that!" Looking at the others, he said simply, "Well, I guess the one with the girl gets to have her then right?" Looking up at the frightening brown haired woman, she slumped her shoulders and looked rather defeated. Chuckling at her disappointment, he brushed Bridget's hair from her neck and very slowly, inched his fangs closer to the tender flesh of her throat. Closing her eyes, Bridget braced herself thinking that she would soon be reunited with her mother.
Bridget's eyes were jerked open and her mind found itself back to reality at the sound of screams coming from the other vampires. One by one they exploded before her very eyes becoming nothing more than piles of blood and guts strewn across the ground. After a time that felt like an eternity but in reality was only a matter of seconds, a very tall, blond vampire appeared about twenty feet from where she was being held captive by the, now very alarmed male vampire.
"Eric, what are you doing here?" the man asked as he pulled her painfully closer to him, as though using her as a human shield.
"I should be asking you the same question," Eric growled in a very throaty voice at the man as a slow smirk crossed his lips. "Now what do you have there? She smells wonderful and very valuable." He smiled and winked at her, causing a chill to run up her spine. Looking back at the man he bared his fangs threateningly and said, "Give her to me. I want her, she is mine!"
Bridget began to feel rather irritated that she was being spoken about as if she was nothing more than an item, a trinket to be claimed and owned by whoever wanted her; and she was supposed to do what, just smile and accept it? Well that is not the kind of person that she was. She would not take this laying down.
The vampire that still had a steel grip on her hair loosened his grip slightly and stammered, "Well, uh Eric, I tracked her down and I claimed her first so…uh..you see she's mine." His voice wavered as he spoke and Bridget snickered slightly as she found the fear of this vampire who, just moments ago, was acting as though he were the most badass thing around was now seeming much more like a terrified little rabbit being hunted by a great predator.
"I could simply kill you like the others. Then nothing would stand in my way from having her." Flashing a fanged grin, Bridget could tell that this vampire was not one to be trifled with and the other vampire knew that. She could also tell that he was about to get what he wanted, as he undoubtedly got most of the time.
The now terrified vampire would have gone about five shades paler if he were not dead. Instead, he shoved Bridget at Eric and vampsped off in the opposite direction. Looking up at the very tall and unnervingly handsome vampire, Bridget blinked up at him with shock and fright in her blue green eyes. Eric smiled down at her and pulled her closer, placing a hand on her face and stroking her cheek. "Well, well, this is certainly a pleasant surprise. I didn't think that I would end up with such a prize when I woke up this evening." He moved his face closer to hers and Bridget thought for a moment that he was going to kiss her. Her eyes fluttered closed of their own accord as she anticipated his full lips on hers. Instead of kissing her however, he simply sniffed the side of neck and pulled back. Bridget's eyes snapped open and she cocked her head to the side, giving him a look of confusion. She thought that perhaps it was a vampire thing or perhaps he was just rather quirky. Instead, he furrowed his brow and leaned in once again and asked with a tone of amazement and confusion, "What exactly are you?"
Scowling, she pushed hi m away from her and crossed her arms over her chest. She spoke slowly, as though he were a simpleton, knowing that it would most like anger him but not caring about his feelings. After all, he didn't mind seem to mind angering or hurting her feelings. "Well, you see, I am what's commonly called a woman. A woman is a type of person that is the opposite of a man, which is what you are. Since I am different from you, that must be why you are confused." She punctuated her statement by rolling her eyes as though he were an idiot.
His mouth turned up in a slight smile and he laughed softly, "Well, well Marcus was right; you are quite feisty. I, also, like that." He walked back towards her slowly, almost menacingly. He was quite mesmerizing and his raw sex appeal irritated Bridget even more. He caught her gaze as he reached out and grabbed her shoulders, "Now, you will tell me who you are, what you are doing here, and what you are exactly." Eric wanted to be sure that he could glamour her into obeying his every command.
Looking at him as though her were an idiot, Bridget blinked up at Eric and slowly smirked. "Oh yeah sure I'll tell you everything you want to know. Then after that, we can both go back to my sister's house, make smores and sing Kumbaya!" Pulling away from his grasp, she turned around and walked towards the mangled car; leaning into the vehicle, she found her cell phone and looked through the contacts and dialed Sookie's phone number. Getting the voicemail, she began to speak to the recording, "Hey Sookie it's Bridget. Look I had an accident, don't worry I'm fine other than a cut on my forehead. I am going to call a cab and will be home shortly." Taking a deep breath, she turned back to face Eric and noticed that he had a look of intrigue and surprise on his face.
"So, you know Sookie Stackhouse? How?"
Looking at him with surprise on her face, Bridget looked up at Eric with the same look of surprise on her face. However, she was not as intrigued about him as he obviously was with her. "Yes, I know Sookie. She's my sister actually."
"Ah, well the story is becoming to come into focus. You are obviously a faerie but there's something else about you. Something very different; and I intend to find out what that something is." With that being said, he took three long strides and grabbed her up in his arms, vampspeeding off. The next thing Bridget knew, they were both standing on the porch in front of Sookie's house.
"Put me down!" Bridget said, wiggling her legs and pushing against him.
Reluctantly, he set her on her feet and looked at the cut on her head, which had opened again and started oozing blood. He dropped his fangs and pierced his thumb. He rubbed his wound on the cut and she felt it close itself, healing immediately. She put her hand up to her head and rubbed the spot where the gash had been at one time. "Why did you do that?" she asked curiously.
"Well, I don't want you to start bleeding and attract every vampire in the area again. I am not going to have my new little blonde prize getting killed; at least not before I've seen you naked and writing underneath me." He crossed his arms and leaned back, smiling.
Biting her bottom lip, Bridget tried to bury her anger but found it still bubbling to the surface. This an had obviously taken classes in 'How to Piss off Bridget O'Conner 101.' "OK, I am going to say this so that you can be sure to understand you pompous, arrogant vampire asshole! You saved my life and I appreciate that but you will never have me naked underneath you. YOU REPULSE ME!" As she screamed this last statement, the welcome mat by the door exploded into flames. Cursing him for making her angry, she walked to the side of the porch, grabbed the hose and extinguished the flames.
Eric raised an eyebrow and looked at Bridget as though he were impressed. "Well it seems that I did well in saving your life." He looked as though he were quite pleased with himself. "You could at least tell me your name as thanks for saving your life. Unless, you'd like to thank me in another way," he said and lifted his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.
Sighing in exasperation, Bridget hung her head, "Fine! My name is Bridget O'Conner, OK? Happy?"
"Well, I would be happier if you were naked and writhing underneath me, Bridget O'Conner but for now I will accept your name." Before she could reply, he turned on his heel and vampsped off.
Bridget scowled and stomped her foot in exhasperation, finally letting out a yell of derision! She walked into the house, yelling at Sookie that she was home and that she would fill her in on everything that had happened in the morning. After a long, hot shower she finally crawled into bed and lay there, unable to fall asleep for a few hours. When she finally did fall asleep, it was hardly restful as her dreams were filled with the tall, blonde, outrageous vampire that both angered and excited her at the same time. It was going to be a long night.
