Love of Midnight

True Blood Fanfiction

By Singingfrogs

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The blackness was falling from her body. Her limbs still heavy as she tried to open her eyes. Her lids flickering open and closed as she tried to push past her unconsciousness, unable to recognize her surroundings as she tried to regain a sense of awareness.

She was struggling to focus her eyes when she finally managed to keep them open. Stars were sparkling in her vision as her head was throbbing with what felt like someone shoving pins into her skull. She could feel her head was resting on her arm that was lying above her head, the rest of her body lying on its side, her hair plastered to her skin with sweat as her body tried to recover.

She lifted her head. Grimacing in agony as her brain pounded against the inside of her skull, her eyes becoming blurry as her stomach churned uneasily, causing her to shove her head back down to the ground, closing her eyes as she waited for her stomach to settle, making sure she would not vomit.

She had no idea how much time had past by the time she was ready to lift her head again. She attempted to lift her head, recognizing how the pressure was building in her head. She was grimacing as she fought past her headache, raising her torso, grunting in the process she had managed to lift herself into a sitting position, clinging onto her stomach as the remains of her stomach threatened to spill.

The Packmaster lifted her heavy arms, lifting the numb appendage as she tried to rub away the pressure that was building behind her eyes. As she opened her eyes her heart plummeted as she felt her vision swimming. Not only was she seeing white spots in her vision, she felt like throwing up her guts and with her dizziness it really wasn't helping to settle her stomach.

The wolf could feel her nose twitching; a floral scent that was fogging the woman's mind was causing some irritation at the top of her nose. Her eyes watering at the prospect of sneezing, her headache increasing as the pressure was building up around her forehead.

The woman simply shrugged off her pain, her hands clawing at the brick wall, feeling the condensation droplets on the inside of her palm as she repositioned her legs so they were bent at the knee, her feet going underneath herself as she pushed her weight onto her thigh muscles and shoved her body upwards.

Her headache blinded her, blurring her already swirling vision caused her to loose her balance as she reached out for the side of the wall again as she shoved her hands to her stomach, feeling the nausea lifting from her stomach and up her throat before the last remains of her stomach splurged from her mouth and splashed against the concrete floor as she brought up yesterdays lunch.

The woman collapsed against the wall, having no balance left she dropped her head into her chest as she tried to recuperate her body. Her stomach still churning, her visions still blurred, body still heavy and the sickly smell of the flowers still hanging in the air.

However, her heart was hammering in her chest when she heard someone talking to her, feeling a hand pressed to her shoulder she immediately lifted her head, careful to hold her head delicately to not aggravate her brain any further.

Her eyes held nothing but confusion as she frowned when she recognized the blonde woman standing in front of her. Shannon Howe looked exactly like she had before she had died. Her long blonde hair fell in straight locks to the middle of her back, a side parting causing her long fringe to join in with the rest of her hair, her blue eyes dark and voided off all emotion as she looked at the Packmaster, her hand still placed onto her shoulder as she gave her a very small smile.

"I must be dreaming" The wolf voiced, her hands pressed to the cold and damp walls, her hair clumped together with her damp sweat as she closed her eyes, drooping her head again.

"You may be dreaming but I am here because you need some help." Shannon replied with a smile, moving her hand away from the wolf's shoulder

"How can my dreams help? They were what got me here."

"Robyn, it was not I who got you into this mess."

"Are you blaming me for this?" Robyn asked incredulously, her eyes holding no emotion, her body numb and heavy as she briefly looked up towards Shannon

"No, but sometimes you need to think about yourself before you let your pride cloud your judgment."

"The reason I'm here is because I was protecting Ross and Alcide and the rest of our pack. That was my reasoning"

"Eric will come for you." Shannon voiced quickly, enhancing her words, urging her old Packmaster to see and understand the point she was making. But Robyn couldn't argue with her, her body was defying her as a wave of drowsiness took over her body, causing her already unbalanced body to collapse further onto the wall before her weight was too much for her legs to hold. She could feel the brick poking into her back as she collapsed at the base of the wall, her eyes closed, head resting on the wall as she tried to ignore her painful head and queasy stomach.

"He doesn't love me, he left me." Robyn voiced weakly, the back of her head resting on the wall was moving from side to side as everything came crushing down onto her heart. Her mind replaying their last meeting; His hard scowl with something she had seen in his face a million times, but never when he looked at her. Robyn, not being able to breathe as she looked at him. The briefest glare. Russell laughing. Eric's expression never changed, not even for a second, distain in his features, strong, hard and sharp. His sneer, everything she wished she had never seen in his face when he looked at her, every drop of contempt he had for humans. She had had nightmares of this, seeing him turn that look on her. She had woken sweating, blood pounding, absolutely terrified, the way no childhood nightmare had ever frightened her.

She knew it was stupid. Her mind was pounding against her skull as it was, she didn't need any more pain, a pain that was spreading over her heart. She felt rejected. The second she owned up to the emotion it engulfed her. She was back in her mind again. Everything they had done. From rescuing each other when they first met, to the several other meetings they had before that night she was tracking the Maynard. Everything they had done in Dallas, comforting him after the destruction of his maker Godric. Staying up with him, stroking his hair as she provided him all the love and comfort that he needed.

And he was completely different with her than he was with anybody else. He had waited until she was ready. He never looked for revenge, never tried to hurt her, never threatened to find someone else. Even though they had parted ways for a few months she always knew that, if she needed him, Eric would always be there. No matter how badly she had fucked up or how terrible the things she had done, he'd never leave her. Never turn his back on her. Never reject her, and now, after years of learning that lesson, all it took was one look from him, one single look and she was curled up on the floor, doubled over in pain. All the logic and reasoning in the world didn't change how she felt. Maybe Alcide was right, a relationship with Eric Northman was never meant to be.

"It was never meant to be." She stated quietly, pulling herself from her reprieve, her head still shaking, her body now shaking as the cold got to her, her sweaty body cooling her down considerably as she tried to retain her heat.

"He hasn't left you. Don't loose your faith."

"No, no, he left me, he doesn't care."

"He will come, he always comes and you know that." Shannon comforted, wrapped her arm around her Packmaster, providing her with the comfort and the support that she needed.

"No, he's gone, he never loved me." Robyn replied weakly, a single tear falling from her eye as Shannon realised this was the first time she had ever seen her Packmaster cry, finally understanding just how much emotional pain her friend was in, because Robyn never even shed a tear unless she was on her own.

Shannon watched as Robyn's shaking slowed, her body aching and crying out in agony as she finally slipped into another bout of unconsciousness and Shannon shimmered back into nothingness.

0-0-0

Eric had been sitting in front of Talbot as the pair of them had been playing a card game. He had been smiling at Talbot, giving him a flirtatious look as he looked at him. However, as he played he was constantly trying to hide the pain, masking the emotional turmoil that Eric was holding as he continued to hide behind a smile. Trying to figure out way of helping Robyn, to get her out of the cell that could slowly be killing her, trying to come up with an idea in how to rebuild their relationship, hoping they hadn't destroyed everything that was the only thing good in his life.

They were interrupted when Russell was dragging Sookie. His light blue knitted V-necked jumper was pressed to his figure, his sleeves pulled up, enhancing his toned upper arms as Sookie and Russell came into view, causing Talbot and Eric to reposition their eyes onto the ongoing scene in front of them.

"Get your hands off me!" Sookie yelled, forcing her weight to the ground as she fought and struggled with the 3000 year-old Vampire.

"Carlos! Take this."

"Let go of me!"

"And have Timothy bring the car."

"Let me go!" Sookie yelled as she was handed over to another vampire, the man all in black forcing her up the steps, half dragging her in the process.

"Where are you going?" Talbot questioned him as he leant against the wooden table, cards and written scores on the paper in front of him.

"I have business that needs attending too."

"Again?"

"Yes."

"Eric! Please, save Bill!" Sookie screamed, still struggling with the Vampire, which simply caused the Viking to raise his eyebrows at her, his forehead creasing as humour shone in his eyes, a chuckle escaping his lips as he smiled. Unaware to Sookie and the others sitting in front of him that he had no interest in saving Bill. His only care was in getting Robyn out.

"Mr. Northman, would you accompany me this evening? Meet me out front say in 20 minutes?" Eric suddenly shoved his cards to the table as he got to his feet. He could see from the corner of his eye that Talbot gave a quick look up towards him, and then towards his husband, a very angry look on his face as he too threw his cards to the table, yelling at his lover as he went.

"You never take me anywhere! Because you prefer to be in the company of sycophants." Talbot shouted as he headed past his husband and into the corridor, his hands crossed across his chest in the mean time. "Deep down, my darling, you're a very weak character." Edgington could do nothing but smile as he turned his attention back towards Eric who was making his way to the entrance of the room. Talbot was muttering to himself in a foreign language as he stalked away from his lover.

"He's in one of his moods. Well, never mind." Russell expressed while Eric was chewing the tip of one of his fingers as he had raised his eyebrows at the retreating form of Talbot. "We have more pressing matters to attend to. We're gonna see an old friend of yours. 20 minutes Mr Northman." He expressed before taking in the smile on Eric's features and walked away. However, Eric's smile suddenly dropped and his eyes became dark as he decided to do something he knew he shouldn't be doing.

0-0-0

Eric had walked down the corridors on the ground level of the mansion. He was constantly looking over his shoulder, making sure that Russell Edgington had no idea where he was going. But Eric needed to see. He had shoved his hand to the door handle, took in the dark corridor as he headed into the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

He climbed the steps, his long legs carrying him further and further to his goal. He could see the guards were studying him as he arrived, looks of confusion shining in their eyes as he pressed his feet to the steps and walked over to them, a slight goofy smile on his features.

"I've been asked by Russell to look over the prisoner until we are ready to leave." Eric expressed, watching as the guard understood what he was saying, looked over at his colleagues, cocking his head to the hallway door. Eric simply watched the guards leave, making sure not to show any of his emotions before he turned back towards the cell that were holding the prisoners.

"Has there be any change with the prisoner?" Eric asked the main guard as he prepared to leave.

"She was awake for about 20 minutes about an hour ago." He stated "She seemed to be suffering from most of the after effect of the wolfs bane. But due to our ability to constantly allow small introductions of the gas the other symptoms are still hanging around."

"So she isn't just suffering with the after effect? She is suffering from the other affects at the same time."

"Seems so, she was hallucinating most of the time she was awake." He stated, watched as Eric turned his attention onto the cell, nodding to the guard before the last guard strolled from the room.

The cell was badly lit, with only the small lights from the hallway providing the light for the two rooms. With his enhanced eyesight Eric could see the walls were dripping with condensation, the biting cold biting at his figure, the smell of sickly sweet flowers fogging his mind as he looked at the woman in front of him.

He could see Robyn's pale and freezing form by the side of the room. Her hair was plastered to her skin, a covering layer of sweat was being produced all over her physique as her body attempted to fight the poison that her body was engulfing. He could see a splatter of vomit barely a meter away from her made his heart drop as he realised how badly she was affected.

But as he studied her, he could see that she must have been sitting with her back against the wall, trying to gain some sleep before her body had fallen back to the floor due to not having enough strength to keep her body upright. Her legs were bent over each other, her torso curling around into a loose fetal position while her arms and hands were resting in front of her.

Her eyes were closed, large black bruises forming around them, the colour radiated across her pale and gaunt features. Her skinny figure looking emaciated and frail as she lay there on the cold concrete floor. Eric wished he never had to see Robyn looking so vulnerable and exposed. The one thing her body could not defend itself against had handicapped the once strong and confident young woman. One of the only weaknesses that werewolves had kept hidden from anyone was being used against her, one of her kind had betrayed her deeper than anything he could even imagine.

He lifted his foot, stumbling towards the glass wall as he attempted to push past all the emotions, all his conflicting thoughts as he looked at the woman he loved. How could he have left her in this situation? How could he have abandoned her the one time he needed her more? She had given him everything he need when Godric had past, he knew that this was the time to provide her with everything she had given him.

Eric was destroying himself as he looked back at how cruel he had been to her. His mind fogged with her expression, seeing the true and utter heartbreak shining in her eyes and in her body language, as he was so brutal with her. As he looked at her, looking back at his past and looking back at hers he knew he had never seen her so vulnerable. Even when she was tired up and chained in silver with a fucked up knee and several lacerations and broken bones, right now Robyn was totally exposed. He knew how wrong it was to see such a strong person in a position like this.

He needed to touch her, her needed to hold her; he needed to make sure she was breathing. His panic was rising in his mind; his determination to get her out of this situation was near boiling point as he pressed his forehead to the glass, his eyes never leaving her small, discontented figure. He lifted his hand, pressing his large palm onto the cold windowpane as he tried to receive some sort of connection with her.

"My dear Robyn, I'm sorry," He whispered with passion. He looked at her again before he closed his eyes, moving his head down to the ground as he grieved.

0-0-0

The dark night air was streaming past the windows of Russell's limousine as they headed down the interstate. Streetlights and car headlights were shining into Eric's eyes as he tried to regain his momentary lack of emotions when he had faced Robyn and the dire need he had to hold her.

"Tell me Eric, may I call you Eric?" Russell voiced as he turned towards Eric who was looking over at him.

"Certainly." He replied with a smile, his arm resting on the door handle while the other was resting on his thigh and knee.

"What exactly is your relationship with Miss Stackhouse?"

'Well, her lover Bill Compton, is… Was a constituent of mine. I'd keep an eye on that because I knew she was of interest to my queen."

"So no personal attachments?"

"I do not get attached to sub-humans." Eric stated, praying Russell would not question his relationship with Robyn.

"Then what is your interest in the werewolf you arrived with?"

"I use her for my own personal benefit."

"Which is?"

"She is a strong individual and so her blood is also very strong. She tastes very different from the other wolves I have tasted and the sex is fantastic. I'm sure you can understand that, them being primitive an all."

"Still, you have to admit, she is quite delectable. However stubborn she can be. I wonder how much it would take to break her."

"And what if you cant? She is nothing like I have ever met before."

"Everyone has their limits" Russell crooned, a large smile on his features caused Eric to shove a rather forced and fake smile of his own. With that last sentence, he realised just how much trouble Robyn was in, how much pain she might be caused and how much she is going to suffer all because he didn't fight and stand up for her. "Lorena thinks you killed one of my werewolves."

"I killed a werewolf. But Robyn was the one who dealt most damage. Apparently the wolf was trespassing on her territory and she would not stand for it. We were unaware that it belonged to you."

"To save Sookie?"

"To save myself. I was at her house to question her regarding Bill, and it attacked me."

"Only a very young and very foolish vampire could be killed by a werewolf. And you are neither."

"Only a vampire with no self-respect would allow a werewolf who attacked him to remain alive. They are base, primitive creatures. I will freely admit" Eric voiced, pausing before he said the next line "That I despise them." Eric lied, hiding all the horror and shame he was feeling about lying so openly to the King, hoping to show that he had no loyalty and connection to Robyn when that was all that he had. "You're the first vampire I met who didn't feel the same."

"Of course I do. They're more dogs than man. Stupider than dogs, actually. But it seems beneficial to me to use them rather than destroy them."

"How exactly do you use them?"

"I give them the blood. Oh, come, now. I know that you yourself have been dealing so don't pretend to be a vampire fundamentalist. If all the Supernaturals would stop squabbling among themselves and unite we could conquer humans in a matter of days."

"This is your plan?"

"I prefer to call it my dream."

"Well, I like this dream."

"Throughout history, I have aligned myself with or destroyed humans in power hoping to make a dent in mankind's race to oblivion. What other creature actively destroys its own habitat?"

"You're preaching to the choir."

"I mean, do you remember how the air used to smell? How humans used to smell? How they used to taste?"

"I remember everything."

"Preening little fool that he was, Adolf was right about one thing. There is a master race. It's just not the human race." He expressed before he joined in with Eric's little chuckling, unaware that everything Eric was saying and doing was a lie. However, he turned towards the back of the limo, confusion shining on his features as he noticed the failed attempt at turning off the right slip road.

"Should we have taken the I-12 exit?"

"Oh, we're not going to Shreveport. Oh don't worry. We'll deal with your Magister problem in time."

0-0-0

Eric could see the King and Queen converging in her summer room. The pool was sparkling under the bright lights, the plants and beach furniture authenticating her need for the sun. He had blood dripping down his face from the destruction of a few of the guards who had failed to do their duty. However, as he watched the king get down on one knee his heart ached for the one woman he knew he might have destroyed ever being with her again. He might have lost the one woman who he had ever seen him spending his forever with.

He rushed into the room at Vampire queen. Shoving himself on top of her body as he shoved her to the ground. His large and muscled form pushing her deeper into the ground as he glared at her, his anger and frustration being vented in her direction, his fangs barred as he spoke.

"No, sweetheart. You go fuck yourself." He laughed when he witnessed her fangs bared, growling and hissing up at him. "Oh I am far older and stronger than you. I only submitted to you in the past because of respect. But you framed me. So I renounce any and all allegiance to you. I am his now."

"I refuse to grant you- -"

"I will rip your head off and throw it in the pool and I will have fun doing it. Your call." Eric expressed, leaning over her, his eyebrows raised as he waited for her answer. "Very well, then" He stated, motioning to continue ripping off her head before Russell stopped him. He withdrew his fangs before he leant back on his knees and pulled his large form back up to its full height as Sophie-Ann got to her feet.

"So? Yes or no?"

"Goddamn it." The queen expressed, her fangs being put away as she turned away from her new fiancée.

"Oh, splendid. Sun will be up soon. We'll spend the day here. We'll stop by Fangtasia on our way back to Jackson."

"As you wish."

"Talking of which." Sophie- Ann voiced as she turned back around, her attention solely on Eric as she went "How is your little play thing?" She asked, noticing how Eric turned to look at her, hiding the emotional turmoil that he was feeling inside. "Did your dog get off its leash?" She expressed again, watching as Eric struggled to contain his anger "Are you aware that this man is in love with a werewolf? Its utterly disgusting!"

"I am aware of Mr Northman's relationship with Miss Herveaux, and she is properly restrained I can assure you."

"I'll make sure your betrothed is properly restrained." Eric replied with a smile. His emotions still hidden as he picked up the queen, carrying her as she still had her arms crossed, crying out for her Hadley.

0-0-0

Robyn was flickering her eyes open and closed once again as she attempted to fall from her unconsciousness far quicker than she had last time she had awoken after being affected by Wolfs bane. Her stomach was still very tender, her head still banging but she grimaced, getting through the pain as she was determined to sit up. Her heart and her head having a new lease of purpose as she pulled herself into a sitting position.

She opened her eyes, the small amounts of light unable to help her eyesight as she tried to get to grips with her new prison cell. Her eyes searching for Shannon, her heart hoping to see her one last time, knowing that she was one of the only reasons she was so determined to escape.

She turned her painful head to the side, her eyes struggling to focus as her vision fell upon the guards that were monitoring there symptoms. She just blinked, trying to clear her blurry, feeling her uneasy stomach as she lifted her arms, her fingers rubbing against the brick walls.

The young Packmaster managed to call upon the last remains of her strength, her body in agony, and her nose tingling with the urge to sneeze, her empty stomach causing her mind to recognize the nausea. But, as she stood there, gaining a sense of balance she could feel her eyes watering, her nose tickling as it smelt the sickly smell of flowers. She tried to fight her sneeze, trying to prevent what it could do to her headache but nature always wins.

Her body crumpled as the violent sneeze was shoved from her body. The consequences resulted in her head exploding with agony, her stomach bringing up nothing but bile. She heaved, retching, her figure doubling over as she brought up whatever was left in her stomach. As she stumbled, her head causing her to become disorientated as she reacted to slowly and slipped on the floor, her head crashing against the concrete floor resulted in her heaving and throwing up once again.

She lay there. Her eyes closed. A light pulsated behind her close eyelids. Her mouth stinging with the disgusting taste of vomit. Her body aching and throbbing from weakness. However, she was pulled from her thoughts when she felt something wrapping their spindle fingers around her ankle. Her heart began to hammer in her chest, flinging her body away from whatever had grabbed her, kicking and scrabbling, panic ruling her body as she tried to escape her captor. However, her foot contacted with something, a grunt and then a weak muffle vibrated around the room as her kicking had harmed someone.

Robyn stopped moving, trying to regulate her breathing as she struggled to focus her eyes, struggling to recognize what she had kicked. She scrambled to readjust her positioning, trying to sit up, crawling to the person that was huddled in the corner.

The Packmaster could see the dark coloured skin. Closely shaved black hair, large eyebrows framing large brown eyes, a large nose and large shaped lips. She finally recognized who it was. Gapping, as she finally understood she wasn't the only thing caged in here.

"Darius?" Robyn managed to say. Her voice rough and croaky from not using it and because of how sore her throat was.

"Robyn. I thought it was you." He managed to voice weakly as he lifted his head and turned it towards her, his eyes numb and emotionless as he looked at her.

"How long have you been here?"

"For about 2 days. Feels like longer."

"And they haven't moved you? They haven't touched you?"

"Why do they have to? They are constantly pumping more wolfs bane into here."

"Seriously?"

"Can't you smell it?"

"I know I keep getting the urge to sneeze."

"Which is the Wolfs bane causing."

"What do they want with us?"

"Russell is hiring werewolves. He's planning to create an army big enough to overthrow the human race. It seems Russell Edgington wants the Supernaturals to become the dominant kind."

"But that's insane, no one would agree to that."

"Which is why we have ended up in here. Because we refused. We stood up to him. Nobody goes up against the Vampire King of Mississippi and gets away with it."

"He had asked me to take over command from Coots pack. Did he say the same thing to you?"

"No." Darius voiced, a frown of confusion shining in his eyes and on his eyebrows as he looked at her, the pair of them weak, crumpled over as they struggled to push past their agony. "That is the first I have heard about it."

"Do you think Russell is the reason behind Flood, JD and their packs to be killed?"

"I wouldn't put it past them. They have probably rounded up my wolves and searching for yours."

"Then we need to get out of here. We need to help."

"Robyn, I am in no fit state to bust myself out of here, let alone helping my own pack."

"You might not be, but I can figure out a way to get the pair of us out of here."

"I know your strong Robyn. I have been one of the only other Packmasters that truly believe in you. But you're delirious; you are just as weak as I am. There is no way we can get out of here."

"I am not about to let another wolf die because of Russell. You just watch me fight."