Love of Midnight
True Blood Fanfiction
By Singingfrogs
No copyright infringement intended
His clothing from yesterday was still pressed to his figure, blood splatters still pressed to the edges. He had stayed up due to the request of his King. The bleeds falling from his ears as he strolled around the Queen of Louisiana's home. He had Hadley tucked underneath his arm. She only rose to the bottom of his shoulder, shrieking away from him as he led her into the poolroom, and towards her Queen.
Sophie-Ann was sat, cross-legged inside a birdcage prison, her own blood falling from her ears and nose as she suffered with the bleeds. Eric was coming into the room; his long legs guided him and the Queen's human to the left of the pool, maneuvering them so they were standing at the corner of the pool.
"Hadley."
"Your Majesty."
"I wish you didn't have to see me like this."
"The reason your human's trembling," Eric started as they stood in front of her, his eyebrows raised, his eyes emotionless as he spoke towards her. "Is because I've let her in on my plan."
"Which is?"
"Which is to sink my fangs into her and drink until you tell me what it is about Sookie Stackhouse that has so obviously piqued your interest." He voiced coolly, feeling the blood trickling down the side of his face and down his jaw as he looked at the frown that was pressed onto the Queen's pale skin.
"Sookie Stackhouse? I have no interest in her."
"And if I drink too much?" Eric questioned, his hand stroking the trembling woman's shoulder as she continued to stare at her queen "Well, so be it." Eric chimed in a singsong voice when the queen did not say anything.
"Fine. So be it."
"Really?" Eric questioned with surprise in his voice as he looked down at the woman, noticing how her breath started gasping as he pressed on of his delicate fingers to her temple, moving her fringe so he could get a better look at her features. She cringed away from him. "You've kept this one around a long time. Must be some reason for that." Eric finished, his eyebrows raised as he looked towards the Queen who was looking away from Hadley and Eric. The Viking Vampire stroking her smooth hair, wishing he could be stroking Robyn's hair.
"Why do you care about Sookie?"
"Because you do. And because my king does."
"Your king? Russell Edgington is the most duplicitous vampire in the Americas, maybe the world. You honestly think you can trust him?"
"Like I can trust you? The only vampire a vampire can trust is the vampire he made." Eric said, his anger evident in his voice that was rough and for once filled with emotions. He unleashed his fangs, running on instinct as he pressed his mouth to the neck of the woman who was screaming out in pain. The Queen could only snap her head in their direction, watching him feed on her human. Hadley was sobbing as she felt her blood trickling down her chest, Eric's large hand holding up her head, the other pressed to her stomach as he held her close towards him.
Eric, acting as if he was pleased had his eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed, his mouth full of Hadley's blood as he turned his attention to the queen, his chin dripping with blood. "Mm, mm, mm. I give her three stars." Noticing how the Queen wasn't looking, wasn't giving in; he delved back to the crying woman again. "What do you know about Sookie?"
"Nothing." For the third time, Eric felt her blood connecting to his mouth and falling down his throat. He knew he was drinking too much. The girls heartbeat was slowing, her legs giving way underneath her as she brought the pair of them too the ground. She was no longer struggling, no longer crying, her eyes closed as if she was too weak to do anything. Eric continued to drink.
"Please, stop." The girl managed to say, barley audible as they sat there. Eric was growling, still drinking before she spoke to him again. "I'll tell you."
"Hadley, don't." Eric finally stopped drinking, lifting his head he never looked away from her, his forehead creasing as he looked at her fragile form.
"The queen's confided in you?"
"Some. But also Sookie's my- - my cousin."
"Tell me." Eric voiced again, his attention never leaving the woman in his arms. He leant his ear down to her mouth, hearing her whispering what she wanted to say. His dead heart would have been hammering in his chest if it were beating. The Queen could only sit there watching; her eyes filled with unshed blood as she looked at the small conversation. "Tell me, tell me." After what he had said, Eric could do nothing but look up at him, nothing but surprise and bewilderment shining in his blue eyes. "Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that." He breathed; lifting his wrist to his fangs, pressing down before resting his puncture wounds to Hadley's mouth and felt her drinking his healing blood.
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At that precise moment in time Eric was struggling to compose himself. Not only could he feel the pain and the fear his Progeny was feeling, he was also picking up the agony, the grief, the heartbreak and the true suffering of Robyn who was still locked up in her cell.
He looked towards his king who nodded his head and watched as Eric shoved his figure through the door of Fangtasia and down to the basement at Vampire speed. When he stopped he could see his progeny lying on the table, held down by silver, paralyzed from the pain she was feeling. The Magister was leaning over her with silver earrings in his hands, about to pierce his progeny's eyes.
"Enough!" Eric snapped, stopping the Magister in his job as he stood there. Looking up at Eric whose eyes held nothing but concern and love for his Progeny.
"Mr Northman." He stated, looking down at the earring in his hand, placing it back with the other, his features not showing anything as he stepped away from Pamela and turned his attention to Eric. "It's only enough if Bill Compton is with you. Is he?"
"No Magister." Eric sighed just for Sophie-Ann to walk down to cold concrete steps. "But the queen of Louisiana is." The Magister could do nothing but frown, his mouth hanging open in confusion as he watched the Queen finish walking down the steps and headed so she was standing next to Eric who had his arms held out at his sides.
"Are deal was…"
"I'll confess that you were correct before in suspecting me. But everything I did was at her behest." The Magister could only look at the ground before he headed over to them, one of his hands hidden by a leather glove.
"You realize, of course, you're committing treason throwing your queen under the bus as you are."
"Oh, but she's no longer my queen." Eric voiced, readjusting his footing as he looked at the Authority. "My loyalty is to Mississippi now." Eric said with a smile just for the door to open. Eric turned to face and watch as Russell walked down the steps to his basement.
"And Mississippi's proud to claim Mr. Northman as one of her own. Love the place. Love your vibe. We must talk franchising later."
Eric watched as the Magister pressed his hands together by his hips. A large smile was on his features, chuckling when his eyes recognized Russell's form. "Russell Edgington."
"You may call me king."
"Is it true what Northman says?" The Magister asked, his question pointed specifically towards the Queen who could do nothing but reply to his sorrowfully.
"Yes, Magister."
"Then I'm afraid I'm gonna have to arrest you. By the powers vested in me by the authority…"
"The authority?" Russell laughed, a large smile on his features. "Are you serious? Who are the authority? What gave them the authority? Nothing. No one." Russell voiced while Eric walked over to Pam. The bottom of his jeans were rubbing against the concrete floor, the denim sucking up the moisture as he placed his hand to her hair, watching as she closed her eyes in peaceful bliss.
"You ok?" He whispered down at her, noticing the blood that was littering her skin, the blood dripping from her nose, her weak form barely able to nod as she looked up at him.
"Robyn? Where is she?" Pam asked and suddenly became alarmed when Pam noticed the absolute heartache that was shining in her makers eyes.
"They took it, as I am taking it today. I no longer recognize the authority."
"You are aware - - She stays on the table!" The Magister started before he shouted as he turned to face Eric who was preparing to lift the chains from his progeny. Eric just glared at him, removing his hands from the chains, a very angry and cold glare shining in his eyes as he studied him. "You are aware that just saying that is a cardinal sin."
"I am aware of just what a tough little boat I'm putting you in. Honestly, it is kind of fun."
"You know I'm beholden by duty to convey your blasphemy to the authority…"
"To the authority? Well, that won't be happening. But enough about you. In exchange for the money she owes the IRS, Queen Sophie Anne has kindly accepted my marriage proposal."
"I had no choice."
"Your Majesty- -"
"Yes, my loyal subject? Oh, we would be delighted if you would officiate the wedding for us."
"I am forbidden to conduct any rights of alignment unless specifically authori- - "
"Unless specifically authorized to do so by the authority. Yes, well, perhaps you have not quite grasped the subtext of our earlier exchange, but there's a new fucking authority in town."
"I swear fealty now and always to the one true vampire authority in whose wisdom and justice I - -" The Magister explained, just for Russell to lift his hands and in a blur of vampire speed Pam was chucked to the wall, grunting as she landed while the Magister had replaced his position. Eric was immediately walking to her side, the pair reaching out for each other as Eric pressed his hand to her hip, helping her stand as she placed her hand to his shoulder. She could only look up at him.
"Where is Robyn?"
"She is still in Mississippi. Russell used her against me."
"Does he know she is yours?"
"No. I couldn't put her in that kind of jeopardy. But I can feel her pain."
"You need to get her out of there."
"I'm working on it."
"You pathetic fool. Blindly doing the bidding of other, just like humans." Russell voiced as he walked around the table, a look of disgust on his features as he held the Magister's cane in his hand, the authority vampire smoking as the silver embedded itself into his skin. "It's vampires like you who've been holding the rest of us back for centuries." Edgington expressed before he shoved the end of the Magister's cane into his right pectoral muscle, resulting in a wave of pain flooding over the Magister's body.
"You can dish it out, but you sure can't take it, can you, Magister?" Pam voiced, a jacket over her arms and body, her hands on her hip as she stood next to her maker who had his arms folded across his chest.
"Let's see how this plays out, Pam. You can always taunt later." Eric voiced just for Russell to shove the cane into the Magister's body once again.
"Can we hurry this along?" The Queen voiced, ducking her body closer to Edgington who had turned around to look at her. "I'm getting cold feet."
"Of course my vanilla pudding" He expressed before he took two steps to his prisoner who was lying on the table. "This could be so much less painful if you just said the fucking words."
"I am bound by duty to uphold the sacred laws of - -"
"Your call" Russell expressed as he pressed the stake to his heart. The Magister simply looked down at the offending wood.
"I hereby pronounce you husband and wife."
"Thank you." Russell expressed as he turned around so he was looking at Sophie-Ann who looked nothing but contempt.
"Yes, thanks. So happy I could bleed."
"Congratulations, your majesties." Eric voiced with a smile as Russell turned to look over at the pair of them.
"Yes, congrats" Pam also imputed, clapping her hands as she smiled.
"You realize, of course, the authority will never recognize…" The Magister started again.
"Its own irrelevancy? That's where you and I differ, Magister. I truly believe they will, and soon. You have been around long enough to outgrow your blind allegiance to the authority and their rule of law. There is only one law: The law of nature, the survival of the fittest. We need to take this world back from the humans. Not placate them with billboards and PR campaigns while they destroy it. That is not authority. That is abdicating authority."
"Your majesty." Eric stated, breaking him from his angry rambling at the same time he felt another wave of pain spread over his body from Robyn. Afraid of what could be happening to her while he was hear, listening to an angry and bitter old vampire. "Shall we?"
"We shall." He said as he followed them before he turned back around "Actually, no. Say hello to the true death." Russell stated, lifting his arm and the stake before he cut of the Magister's head.
0-0-0
The king of Louisiana was ignoring the grumbling of his husband and the screaming of his wife. He had a stone cold look on his face and it didn't change when he arrived behind Eric into his study. The dark wood radiating with wealth and history, a room that imitated the owner of the mansion. However, as the king walked his eyes fell upon the woman who was wearing a very small top that covered her breasts and only just hide her bum. This was Debbie. He had met her once when she had been engaged to Robyn's brother Alcide, but as he looked at her now, covered in blood and dirt, her eyes streaming with tears she looked awful.
"What's up pumpkin?"
"They killed my Cooter" Debbie whined, Russell continuing into the room, positioning himself behind his desk as Debbie turns so she was looking at him
"Aw. He died a hero."
"He weren't no hero. He just wanted to do some V and have a little fun. And they shot him in the heart. Let me go after them. I'll rip their fucking heads off." Russell could do nothing but laugh, as he looked at the wolf in front of him, the woman who was leaning on his desk as she tried to prove her point.
"I like you energy. What do you think, Northman?"
"Well, I enjoy a good head-ripping as much as the next vampire. But in this case, it might be wise to consider the value of the heads in question."
"You mean the Stackhouse girl? Yeah, she's something special, isn't she?"
"She fucked my ex-boyfriend and made him shoot my fiancé. She's a cunt."
"But she's a special cunt. Ah, don't worry, darling. I'll let you play with her first. Go" He expressed as he affectionately pressed his large hand to her cheek before he waved her away, watching as the unstable werewolf left from the room. Eric just watched her go before he took a few steps towards his new king.
"Respectfully, your majesty, given the recent turn of events bringing Sookie into this may not be the best idea."
"Well, that's exactly why I need her. I may have inadvertently started a war. And considering her relationship with Miss Herveaux she may be a bargaining chip in the turning of Robyn's allegiances. She could be my secret weapon."
"It would take far more to turn Robyn from her current mindset."
"Your sure of this?"
"You forget my king, that Robyn was mine for a time. I know how her mind works. Robyn could be more of your secret weapon that Sookie can be. Sookie's abilities are unpredictable at best and like most humans she's ruled by petty emotions. Robyn however can regulate her shifts, she is a Packmaster and knowledgeable about various fighting techniques. Far more valuable than Sookie. I would trust Robyn with my life"
"The real question is: Can I trust you? You turned on your own queen. Now that I've freed your feisty ward how do I know you won't sell me out as well?"
"Because I have been searching for you for a thousand years. A true leader. One strong enough to unite us all. I believed my maker, Godric, was such a vampire, but he was weak. He succumbed to his humanity, and it killed him. Dispatching the Magister that proved without a doubt that my search, it has finally ended."
"That was rash and foolish."
"It was brave and uncompromising. Vampires have yearned for someone to stand up to the tyranny of the Authority for centuries. Just give me the chance and I will show you just how deep my loyalty runs."
0-0-0
Alcide was holding a heavy heart as he sat in Sookie's front room. The lighting was dim, providing small amounts of light from the various and small lamps that were surrounding them around the room either pressed to the floor or on coffee tables.
To say he had had a couple of difficult days was an understatement. First his sister forces him to talk with Debbie, the next thing he knows is Robyn has gone missing, Sookie shot light out of her hand and was kidnapped by a 3000 year-old vampire, he rescued her with his van and her nearly dead vampire boyfriend. He had sucked her dry causing her to float into a coma before he gave her his blood. She then was sent back home and that was how he found himself depressing his heart as he struggled to understand where the hell his beautiful sister could be.
He had been unable to find her when he was at the house. Alcide had searched the grounds, his panic and need to find her was rising after every second he had be looking but to his dismay he had been unable too. He had no idea where she was, he had no idea if she was ok, but he knew for a fact that she was still alive. If she had been killed he along with the rest of his pack would be able to feel that.
But, Alcide pulled himself away from his reprieve when he took in the weak form of Sookie sitting wrapped in a blanket draped over her shoulders, her feet resting in front of her as she faced him.
"I don't really want to talk about it" Sookie expressed as she rubbed her fingers over the edge of the blanket while Alcide was nervously intertwining his fingers together as he looked over at her.
"Okay." He voiced, looking back at his hands again while Sookie rubbed her knee out of comfort.
"If you need to get back to Jackson, I understand. I know you must be agitated that you can't find Robyn."
"Sookie, I know you're tougher than a one-eared alley cat, but I have no idea where Robyn is right now, and you're in no fit state to be left alone right now. Besides, I reckon Jackson won't be too friendly tonight."
"There's a guest room upstairs. Your welcome to it for as long as you like." Sookie replied gently, a half smile on her features as Alcide turned to face her a little, lifting his large palm to brush her fringe from her face gently before he rested it on her shoulder.
"Someday it won't hurt so bad."
"Is that what you keep telling yourself about Debbie?"
"That's different." Alcide voiced as he turned away.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be offensive."
"It's ok, I just can't keep my head from thinking about Robyn."
"I know you're worried about her, but Robyn is the strongest woman I know. She will be able to keep herself out of trouble."
"It's the wolf in me. She has been missing for almost 2 days. I need to summon the pack. We are going to need to come up with way to find and get her back."
"We know of certain that she is with Russell. I saw her being dragged out of the room with Eric right behind her."
"And we also understand that Eric was being a complete bastard. I don't know how she will be able to get out of this one. Eric has betrayed her." Alcide voiced sadly just to be pulled from their conversation when Sookie's brother and the Sherriff walked into her house confidently with something on their minds.
0-0-0
The night had come and gone and Alcide thought his days couldn't get any worst. He was standing out on the front porch of Sookie's home. The sun was just setting and falling behind the trees. Sookie was sitting on one of the porch chairs, her weak body still recovering as her plants and shrubs started to over grown her porch. Alcide could hear the panicked expression in his sister voice which didn't help his already over active mind and heart.
"Debbie?" Sookie asked as soon as Alcide had got off the phone and headed back towards her.
"She and her pack of Were trash burned down my sister's salon. And to make matters worst she was raving about Robyn and Janice is kicking and screaming about it, demanding I tell her what is going on."
"Robyn is very lucky to have two very protective siblings."
"It's one thing coming after me, another going after my family."
"None of this would've happened if you hadn't helped me."
"Heck, I would still be caught up in the mess because of Robyn. And besides, Debbie was crazy long before you came around. I just gotta find her before she goes after anyone else I love." Alcide said with a sigh as he heaved his large shoulders away from the pillar and headed towards the stairs that led to his van. "Sorry Sookie. I gotta go."
"Of course. They're your family. Don't be sorry."
"You should come with me."
"No."
"Yeah, but you…"
"I am not gonna spend me life running. That's not a life."
"Russell and his wolves will come back for you at any time. Call somebody to come stay with you. Your brother, that sheriff."
"My brother and Andy wouldn't stand a chance against Russell. I can't let anyone else get hurt because of me."
"Well, I ain't leaving you here alone."
"If I'm in danger, Bill will come."
"You sure about that?"
"Yes."
"You can read minds and shoot light out of your fingers. Who am I to tell you what's best for you."
"If I knew what was best for me I would have fallen in love with someone like you."
"Right back at ya. It's too bad we're so stupid, huh? I'm glad I met you, Sookie Stackhouse. You take care of yourself, you hear?" Alcide voiced. Watched as Sookie wrapped her arms around her, Alcide pressing his own arms around him before he pulled away and headed back into his van.
0-0-0
Eric was sitting in front of Talbot. Russell had left for the evening, dealing with some Vampire problems within his community. Talbot had been very angry and it had taken Eric a lot of time and flirting to simmer the stubborn and spoilt vampire down.
The pair of them was currently sitting in front of the fire, the heat licking at their skin as they pressed the chess pieces to the chessboard. Beto Villares were playing over the speakers as they sat in the expensive furniture around them.
Eric was looking up at Talbot as he positioned his piece into another one of the allotted squares on the board. However Talbot just leaned forward and with one swift sweep of his hand shoved the pieces onto the floor before he leant back into his chair.
"I'm bored. Take off your clothes." Eric could only look at him. His face not showing any of his emotion as he continued to look at the vampire that was lounging in the chair in front of him. He could do nothing but remember the last time Robyn had said that too him. Eric continued to act, looking down at his arms a little before raising his eyebrows and looking at the vampire.
"A little privacy?"
"Everybody out." Talbot commanded as he snapped his head in the direction of his guards. Getting to his feet as he waved his arms. Eric in turn got to his own feet, reaching up to the buttons to unhook his shirt from his chest. He couldn't do anything to prevent the memories flooding to his mind. The look of desire shining in Robyn's eyes as she has sexily wondered over to him, alluring lingerie pressed to her figure, enhancing her curves and the shape of her breasts and legs as she had pressed her body onto him. Her eyes never leaving his, her soft skin brushing against his cold body, her breath tickling his ear. He could vividly remember how her hands felt as she undone the buttons of his shirt, the feel of her hands crawling up his stomach and his torso as she removed the shirt from his chest
Eric was pulled from the wonderful memories of Robyn when he could see Talbot smiling as he came over to him. His shirt was finally removed from his torso, his broad shoulders and muscled chest was shimmering with colour in the firelight. However, the Viking vampire knew that if Robyn was standing in the room she could know how much he was hating this by the look shining in his eyes.
"It's been a long time since I've done this."
"Man?"
"Vampire." Eric finished, watching as Talbot huffed with a smile.
"Yes, considering you were fucking the dog in the basement" Eric was shoving the anger deep into his being, pushing past his aggression, his hate and his disappointment. He wished it was Robyn who was standing in front of him now, wishing she was the one he was about to have sex with. But as Eric stood there now, he understood just what he had done, how much he had betrayed Robyn. He knew this was his only chance to get himself and Robyn out of here.
He unsheathed his fangs. His large fangs enlarging the movements he did with his mouth as he furrowed his eyebrows, growling over at Talbot as the vampire in front of him did the same thing, his eyes dark with desire and lust.
He could feel Talbot's 6 ft frame pushing ever closer on his taller form. The other vampire's arms were clinging onto the back of his biceps as he leant his lips closer and closer. Eric in turn had moved his arms so they were resting on the vampire's chest. He acted his pleasure, his breaths coming out in gasps as he feigned his desire, feeling their lips contacting, and Eric's mind fogged with images of Robyn. Her long hair in his hands, her soft and shaped lips encasing his own as she pushed herself harder and harder onto him. However, kissing Talbot was like kissing a child.
He adjusted his hand from the side of his neck to the back of his shoulder. Eric's body yearning for the feminine shape and delicacy that Robyn always provided during their lovemaking. Eric continuing to press his lips to the wanting vampire in front of him, knowing that his body desired and wanted someone else.
0-0-0
The beta wolf to the Packmaster of Shreveport was anxiously pacing the rooms that he was standing in. The bright yellow walls of the kitchen were unable to spread any kind of cheer; the white walls and the pictures of the Werewolves were unable to calm him as he paced the room, trying to figure out what he was going to do in the attempt of rescuing his sister.
However, the wolf was pulled from his thoughts when he heard the quick sounds of crushing gravel, the sudden handbrake and the shoving of a car door as a man leapt from his car and headed to the house. Alcide finally pulled himself from his thoughts when he heard the knocking of the door and allowed Ross, Robyn's delta wolf or her third in command to enter into her home.
"I got your message" Ross sounded as his large form, standing around the same height as Alcide as the pair of them looked towards each other "What the heck is going on Alcide?"
"Robyn has been betrayed by Eric Northman." Alcide grumbled, one of his hands pressed to his hip as he looked over at the concerned and rather confused look of the wolf in front of him.
"What? Where the hell did that come from? Robyn and Eric seemed to be going strong. I've never seen Robyn as happy as she has been when she's with Eric."
"Yes, well, he seems to be more malicious than we thought. Both Robyn and Eric were captured by Mr Russell Edgington the Vampire king of Louisiana. But, instead of helping and getting her out of there I think she is still Edgington prisoner."
"Then we need to get her back! We have no idea what they could be doing in there."
"Exactly. I was hoping a stealthy, rather quick collection would help to retrieve her."
"Then what the hell are we waiting for? We can come up with battle plans in the car."
"Good, lets get going."