A/N: I heartily apologise for my lack of updates for this story. Real life intervened and I was left shamefully behind in my True Blood viewing, but I have since caught up and have finished writing the rest of this story. Thank you to those who have read and reviewed this, I'm glad you have enjoyed it so far and I hope that I don't disappoint anyone! :)
This chapter is based on S5E7&8
Tidbits:
Saviour
Eric walked down the street, leaning heavily on his companion and feeling a strange sense of freedom.
Whatever had been in that blood certainly was liberating: everything seemed more distinct and alive.
He ran a hand through his companion's hair, marvelling at the texture, only to find himself momentarily confused.
Her hair was so dark; so unlike the long, luxurious blonde tresses he was accustomed to running his hands through. It smelt different too, yet oddly familiar.
He started a little as he recognised Nora as his companion, rather than Pam as he had been expecting.
For a brief moment he wondered where she was, saddened by the thought that she wasn't there to share this experience with him.
His thoughts of Pam were interrupted as a car suddenly blocked his path, causing him to react with more anger than was warranted.
However, thoughts of Pam lingered intermittently throughout the evening and Eric found himself wondering what she would make of what was happening around him.
He dimly remembered some of his own misgivings following Roman's murder and Salome's declaration and found himself wondering if she would approve,
It is as this ghost of a thought flittered through his mind that Godric appeared to him.
If Pam's disapproval would give him pause, the disapproval of his Maker was enough to make him sick to the stomach.
Suddenly the evening no longer held any enjoyment for him; even Lilith's appearance seemed wrong somehow, making Nora's elation even harder to bear.
However, as they returned to the Authority Headquarters, Eric realised that he may have more than Nora to worry about.
Bill seemed to have fallen for the religious claptrap hook, line and sinker.
His last thought as he went to ground that evening was how amused Pam would be at his being suddenly thrust into the role of saviour.
