Author's Notes: Just a little something to keep your taste buds going. I promise after this chapter I shall truly begin to relish in just Sookie and Eric, and finally start getting to the moral of the story. :D Thank you everyone for your comments and reviews, as always they are always welcome. And hopefully the next chapter will come soon enough. Happy Holidays!
Christian Folks, he was a common sort of man, that is to say that his complexity spun tables in a way that seemed common. He was turned a vampire in the 1800's by his lover, who at this time, shall remain nameless. You know vampires, they like to keep to themselves for the most part after all. With his humanity stripped away long ago, Christian had reluctantly become a bitter and cold man over the centuries. His life full of dillusions and grander that will never be exceeded to their depths. You see, Christian vowed to strengthen the vampire community, his ideal world beinging one, that in time, would make vampires the sole boisterous race of the universe.
"Flattery will get you no where, Eric."
"Let her go you cock sucking son of a bitch. There are plenty of others like her, more willing, let me find you one." Sookie watched as the silver singed through Eric's snow white skin, leaving a bubbling effect that looked something like a witch's caldron a brewing. It sadly reminded her of the time in the Fellowship of the Sun's church where he had once so courageously gave up himself to save the life of her and his maker. "Christian, I implore you, suffice me in letting her go."
"What is such the attachment for this one, Viking? I do say, I have never seen you fall so easily to your knees." Slowly, so that Eric could see every painful second, Christian nicked Sookie's neck. The blood ran out freely, cauticiously, as if it too was afraid of what this ancient had in store. "Drink her." He insisted. With what seemed like little effort at all, he brought Sookie's moistened skin right up to Eric's lips. "Do you smell that? Give in Viking, you know you want to. You know her smell, it calls to you. It's the siren you see, that deafeaned, piercing, scream that brings you to do its bidding, everytime. She will be your ultimate sacrifice. We can't have a Sheriff in our midsts that has such an easy weakness as her." Eric's blood stained lips stood constrictingly tight-shut as he tried effortlessly to move away from the temptation. "So if you want her, and I mean truly want her, then you will agree that the only thing to do, to keep both of you safe, is to change her."
"Take these blasted chains off of me then."
"Only if you remain on your knees, dog." To that Eric simply growled, his body becoming frustrated with the binds that were slowly mutilating his skin. Anything was better then this, he thought. "Guards, come and watch a new day, one of our own kind shall be born." Six men, all vampires, poured through the door frame, each seemingly buffer then the next.
As the chains were removed Sookie was thrown to the floor, this usually uncontrollable woman making no attempt to escape. Her mind instead continued to realize what her new fate had in store, a fate that she never desired. Sookie was too greedy to want to be a vampire, she rather die today then allow this to happen but she knew Eric would never have that. "I'm sorry." He stated coldly.
"Not as much as I am." And with that he tore into her already opened skin and began to drink her life away. "Eric. Eric, don't!" The feed tempted the blonde vampire further, his arousal unmistakable as he brought his meal completely to the floor. There was no constrain to this starved beast as he took what he pleased. His fingers gliding to pull down her jeans as he plunged his pulsing shaft into her dry unwanting self. She was humiliated, she was mortified. Part of her now hoped she was soon gone, but Eric continued to prolong the torment, prolong the pounding that was being displayed in front of everyone. Her blood covered his chest as his continuous pumps brought her to further agony. She screamed, she yelled, she flailed her hands to stop the madness, yet none availed, they were all soundless to the man she once secretly trusted with her heart. This is not how Eric had imagined this.
It wasn't until her body fell limp that he understood what a mistake he had made. "I...Sookie?...Sookie wake up! SOOKIE!"
"Bravo, Bravo." He clapped. "What a spectacle indeed. Now finish it."
"Fuck you!"
"Eric, this is not the moment to argue, if you wish to save your dark princess, you must finish it. Her pulse is weak Eric...tick tock, tick tock...she will soon be too gone for even the change to work. Save her Eric, there is still time."
"I won't. I can't."
"You rather her die?" He spat.
"Yes, that is what she would have wanted..."
"You don't know that." He chimed, Christian's voice soothing to a dull. "Let her make that choice Eric, don't lose her now, not when you were finally so close to having her completely. Teach her, free her from all her human ties. She will be hopeless without you, she needs you Eric." Though he was still unconvinced Eric was too greedy to let her go without a fight and Christian played on that.
Biting his wrist he gave her, her beginning to a new life. "Well done. Come now, I have the perfect spot to bury her." His plan had now come full circle, Eric walked out with Sookie in arms, and placed her gently into her hole. "Are you going to join her?"
"No." He said defeatedly. "I will await for her on the surface. She needs to suffer the first apart alone." His eyes lay focused on the tomb as the rest of the vampires began to fill the earth around her. All his paranoias were beginning to surface, and it was now Eric that had lost control. Without Sookie, he thought, there is no use of being here. But what astonished him even more, was he didn't want vampire Sookie, he wanted his Sookie, the human Sookie that loved him in her own fiercely crazed way. He wanted the Sookie that he could hear her pulse race everytime he was near. He wanted the Sookie that though was mortal, was fearless to the dangerous world around her.
"Good work my friend, you will be happy soon enough." And then he and his henchmen were gone, leaving Eric to rot in his own dismay.
For minutes, he stood comotose, barely unable to move, his fingers being the only visual sign that he was still alive, metaphorically speaking of course. They coarsed through the soil as if a plan was forming in his head, and then almost spontaneously he began. His hands forcing there way through the muck of dirt as he fished his way through to manage the escape of his lover. "Please..." He stirred to himself, his arms working dubbly to quicken the pace. Then a hand appeared, a nose, a mouth, he rushed her to the surface and cut himself as deeply as he could without severing the appendage completely. His idea was irrational yes, but he had to try. If enough of my blood is given to her, he suspected, then perhaps, I can save her.
