I am so sorry for the wait!
I'm not Charlaine Harris OR Alan Ball so nope, don't own anything. Sorry for any mistakes in advance.
Colette sighed, rubbing her hands over her arms, hoping to gain some warmth. Quietly, she walked over to the kitchen, going to fix herself some hot cocoa. It was an unusually chilly, windy night in Bon Temps.
Rubbing her eyes, fighting against them closing, she walked back toward her living room, grabbing a small blanket and curling up in front of the television, her warm mug in hand. Flipping through the channels, she settled on a black and white, romance movie. As she went to take a sip from her cocoa, she couldn't fight a particularly large yawn that bubbled out of her.
She was exhausted.
Since her encounter with Eric, two weeks ago, she couldn't bring herself to close her eyes. Colette groaned when she found her thoughts drifting back toward the vampire.
"Asshole." She muttered to herself, choosing to think about him rather than what she'd been able to do to him. Another groan flew out of her, her head lolling back, thudding against the couch.
Colette had so many questions and no goddamn answers. Had that been her that had flung him away? Or had he done it himself, wanting to confuse her? Was Bill ok? How had the trial gone? Where were they?
Where was Eric?
She hadn't seen him since…that day. And ever since then she found herself thinking more and more about him each passing day.
Had she hurt him?
She couldn't remember, Sam had rushed her home at the request of Bill, after her breakdown in his office. Eric didn't even try to seek her out. Maybe he had flung himself through the parking lot, it wouldn't make sense if it was her and he hadn't come to intimidate her, two weeks later.
Two weeks.
Had he visited Sookie? She frowned bitterly at the thought.
"Stop!" She hissed at herself, banging her hand against her forehead. What should she care? She berated herself; she shouldn't be thinking about him. Especially not about how blue his eyes had gotten when he had slammed her against a wall outside of Merlotte's nor the rush she had felt at having his cold form pressed so tightly against her own burning body. Even if he had been hissing and growling at her, fangs and all.
His fangs, they had seemed to shine brightly even with the dim lighting outside. Sharper than most knifes and more lethal than guns, had Eric wanted them to be.
She shivered at the thought, not necessarily in fear…
He was going to bite her, drink from her, possibly kill her. She knew that, she wasn't stupid. And yet the thought of it, which at that moment had been frightening, now had a more arousing effect on her. To her it seemed intimate, closer than any lover's embrace.
"I'm going insane." She whispered, disgusted with herself. Colette hoped she had hurt the arrogant bastard. That's what she should be thinking about. Instead her body hummed in approval at her thinking about him.
Placing her mug on a nearby coffee table, Colette leaned over and grabbed her Tome, leaning back against the couch and snuggling into her small blanket, she yawned and softly opened the book. Time to catch up with some family history. She thought, unaware of the pair of dark eyes glued on her form.
Lucile Roux- 1903
An entire year had come to pass since she had arrived in London and her life had definitely taken an interesting turn.
During the days she worked at a clothing shop, always being teased with fine silks she could never afford. Her father had kept his job for a while at a nearby bank as a teller, her mother sewed for a more affordable store and her sister; well she was too young to work and so accompanied her mother to work.
At nights they were frequently visited by the first person she'd met when they first arrived a year ago.
Godffrey.
This man whom she thought was only passing through her life, not to be seen again, had stuck around. Made himself an important addition to her family. For the first time in her life, short as it may be, Lucile found herself longing for a man. A man. The thought of him alone, made her body run hot and shivers travel down her spine.
In her eyes he was perfection. Charming, handsome, sweet, and well mannered. A gentleman.
With new determination, Lucile had started to groom herself like a lady. Wore dresses that were a deeper color than what she usually wore, that exposed her neck and part of her shoulders, styled her hair up like she'd seen some of her richer costumers did. Batted her, now shadowed and filled with color, eyes at him, puckered her pink lips and yet…nothing.
With renewed vigor, Lucile scrubbed the recently used dishes, huffing in French about the stupidity of men. Dropping the plate onto the water filled bin, she sighed, her exposed shoulders slumping.
He didn't notice her, he didn't want her, she wasn't good enough.
Her eyes watered at those thoughts. Refusing to cry she rubbed her face with her soapy hands, whining when her hands came back filled with her make-up.
" Lucy, you didn't say goodbye to Godffrey." Her 5 year old sister accused, holding a blonde porcelain doll on one hand, a gift from him and sucking the thumb of the other.
"We'll see him again soon, Karina." Her father assured, picking up the little girl and throwing a kind smile at his eldest. "Lucile will say goodbye to him then, hmm?" The little blonde puckered her lips, seemingly in deep thought before grinning and nodding furiously. "Now it's time to get you to bed." Jean-Claude spoke softly, nudging his head against hers, making Karina sigh and nuzzle her tiny face against his neck and yawning.
"Goodnight Karina." Lucile whispered, smiling at the sleepy baby that offered a limp wave of her hand in return.
Sighing Lucile walked out of the kitchen, promising to finish the dishes the day after and slumped onto one of the dining chairs. She slowly started to remove the pins that kept her hair up, sometimes hissing when one of them pulled her hair. Suddenly a gentle pair of hands took over the task, succeeding in removing them without hurting her.
"You hardly touched your food tonight." It was her mother who spoke, her hands still on task.
"I was not very hungry."
Her mother smiled knowingly, "Godffrey didn't seem particularly hungry either." She commented breezily, not missing the way her daughter seemed to stiffen.
"He never does." Lucile agreed her eyes now downcast. Her mother walked around her, having finished removing the pins and choosing to sit in front of her.
"Lucy…" Cecile started to speak, in that pitying tone of hers, making Lucile's head snap up to meet her kind eyes. "Sometimes men need a bit of time to notice what is right in front of them, what's right for them."
Sighing Lucile stood, not wanting anyone feeling sorry for her and smoothing her hair down. "Goodnight Mama." She said, kissing her mother's cheek and walking away into the room she shared with her sister.
"You've defied me time and time again!" A voice boomed across a small personal library of sorts.
Lucile's face scrunched up in confusion as she walked toward the sound, her eyes traveling around the room taking in every book, old and new.
"My sincerest apologies, sir." Another voice a much gentler one spoke up, and Lucile immediately recognized it, Godffrey?
"Spending time with HUMANS? Do you understand the risks Godric?"
Humans? Godric? What was going on?
She found Godffrey/Godric kneeling in front of a man, much older than he, tall, lean with graying hair and dark blue eyes.
"They are meant to be our nourishment, not attachments to our former human lives." The man spoke, shaking his head in a way that made wisps of graying hair fall onto his face. "You used to be one of the most lethal of vampires."Godffrey did not answer, his eyes still on the floor. "Because I remember who you used to be, I will grant you one more chance. Stay away from them, stay away from the girl."
"And if I refuse?"Godffrey asked, looking up at the man who seemed to have so much control over him.
"I will have her killed."
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More Eric to come in the next chap.