NOTE: I am switching back to ThirdPerson POV. I recalled why I had begun the story in that mannor, I may change it back to Violet's POV. Thanks for reading/reviewing.
Present Day
Pam, as usual, was stationed outside of Fangtasia bouncing the customers. Her black outfit looked particualirly ridiculous tonight, she hated it. They were closing early that night and as she turned away the last customers she saw a figure walk towards her. Pam, being Pam, took this figure in with awe. But, work came first.
"The bar is closed. Come back tomorrow, honey." Pam said, winking.
The figure smiled seductively as her black heeled boots brought her closer to Pam with every stride and crunch of the gravel. "I'd rather not." The tall and slender figure said her voice just as seductive as her smile and walk.
"Suit yourself," Pam said, placing her hands on her black covered hips. Her fangs were showing and as the figure came closer Pam felt more and more aggressive.
"I want to see your master." The figure said, she was coming nearer and nearer.
"My master does not see humans without appointments." Pam laughed.
Before she knew it, Pam had been thrown to the floor with a hand clapped over her neck. The person atop her was laughing rather hysterically, and if Pam had a heart she was sure it would be in her throat.
"Do I look human to you?" The figure moved her face into the light and looked down at Pam with her fangs extracted, she was horrifying and beautiful all at once. Pam suddenly didn't feel so scared anymore. "I am far older than you and I could break your neck in a second, so I suggest you not insult me again or attempt to murder me as I let you up now."
Pam nodded. And the beautiful vampire extended her hand to Pam and assisted her in getting up. "I will take you to Eric now." Pam ensured her.
"Very well."
Eric Northman sat in the back office of his club, Fangtasia. It had been another night of filling out legal paper work and meetings with business oriented vampires. Lately, the only thing that he could actually seem to care about was his love, Sookie Stackhouse, and what he would do to her later that night. He loved her; she was the first human he had ever loved.
Eric picked up the phone and dialled his lover's number, he wanted to hear her voice. He wanted to know that she was alright. That was the thing with Sookie, you never knew what kind of trouble she would get mixed up in when you weren't looking.
"Eric," She sighed into the phone, Sookie had recently invested in Caller-ID at Eric's request.
"Lover," he said back, his voice naturally sultry.
"When are you coming over?" Sookie asked, sounding a little desperate to see her man.
Eric was in the middle of explaining to her when he would be over and what he was going to do with her, it had been a very intimate conversation, when he felt the feeling. Pam, his child was in distress and he wondered what could be wrong.
"Eric? Is everything okay? I just felt…" Sookie began to say, but Eric cut her off.
"I have to go, I will call you back." He said harshly and hung up the phone roughly without looking. Pam suddenly wasn't feeling distressed, but he could feel that she was excited. He waited in his office; he knew that she was coming.
He heard the tapping of Pam's heels accompanied by another set. Eric thought it peculiar, but it could just be one of the waitresses. But, as he watched Pam open the door he had a sudden sinking feeling in his stomach.
Pam was pushed, though gently, to the floor by a black heeled boot. Eric stood up in anger, nobody disrespect Pam like that. When the owner of the boot walked through the door and closed it quickly with a bang, Eric was confused.
"In shock?" she asked. "Or do you not recognize me? Is your memory that poor?"
Her breasts were larger, her hips were wider, and her face was still very young but mature. Eric had lost the ability to tell how old humans were, but he knew that she could not be more than a few years older than what she was when he had last seen her, but it was impossible. She should be dead.
"You are dead." He said, the tall blonde vampire was in shock.
"Just as dead as you," she retorted, looking around his office with a grin on her face. Pam sat on the ground with an excited but frightened look in her eyes.
Pam was shocked to see what happened next as Eric zoomed too quickly for the human eye to see over to the other vampire. He put his white hand on her equally white face and stroked it gently like a lover would. The vampire's face went from looking cold and hard to innocent and lustful within a second.
"You smell the same." Eric stated, and leaned down to brush her long curly hair off of her bare shoulder, she was wearing a flowing black tube top. Without thinking he began to kiss his way up the pale shoulder, neck, then to her face reaching her full lips. They embraced for only a short second before Eric felt blood trickle down his neck, she had been digging her fingernails in. She pushed him to the ground almost the same way she had pinned Pam earlier, but Eric had enjoyed it.
"What do you get when you mix a vampire with half of a fairy?" she smirked, lifting her eyebrows.
"Enlighten me, Violet." Eric replied, saying her name for the first time in almost six hundred years. Eric, though a little in shock, appeared calm and actually had a smile on his face.
"The strongest bitch you'll ever meet." Violet winked a purple eye and stood up slowly. She seemed like a totally different person. She had been shy and naive when he had left her on that… dreadful day. Her innocence seemed to be lost, and she had obtained a very new vocabulary. Though, Eric could still hear the Irish accent flow through her voice slightly.
She sat up on his desk and crossed her legs. Pam sat on the ground in absolute awe and wonder. Pam had not moved an inch and nor had Eric.
Violet rolled her beautiful and unique eyes.
"For fuck sakes, get up. I'm not going to murder you." She smiled sweetly, leaning back a little revealing the smallest bit of cleavage. Pam was the first to stand, and she looked at Eric with furrowed eyebrows.
"You seem to have developed a different taste for women, or perhaps I was just the only exception." Violet said to Eric, while scanning Pam. "Blondes are a little overrated, I'd know."
As she said the last bit, Violet winked at Eric and bit her lip. He was not sure if he wanted to fuck her or tell her to stop acting so differently.
"How is your girlfriend?" Violet laughed, to a five hundred year old vampire the idea of the words 'boyfriend' and 'girlfriend' seemed a tad ludacris.
"You know about Sookie?" Eric asked, he himself had just remembered the name and how he had just betrayed her trust by kissing Violet passionately in his office in front of a witness.
"Are you all-knowing?" Pam asked, looking at Violet with great interest.
Throwing her long raven hair back, Violet laughed. "No, I am not all-knowing. I have been, let's say, watching from afar for a year now. I wouldn't dare come here if Ocella were still alive, thank god Colman killed him. Lucky, that he was there to kill your bimbo."
"Sookie, her name is Sookie." Eric corrected, he had grown a little angry. Not at Violet, but at himself… but he did not understand what for.
"I know her name. I'd just prefer not to say it." Violet shrugged. "Anyways, I heard about it from a mutual friend of Ocella and mine. She said that the Romanov boy was dead and some fairy had killed Ocella. So, I looked you up. I'd been curious all of these years."
Eric sat down on the sofa that sat in front of his desk with Pam. He put his head in his hands and rubbed his face in a stress relieving way. He was being thrown with all of this.
"How do you two know each other?" Pam asked, a smirk forming on her face.
"It is a long story, Pam." Eric said, his face still resting in his hands.
"Well, it isn't as though we are crunched for time." Pam said sarcastically.
"I like her!" Violet laughed at Pam's wit. After her laughter died down a bit, Violet's face grew more serious and sadder. "If your child does not know about me… I assume that your woman does not know about me. I bet you have never told anyone about me."
Eric looked up from his hands and at Violet for a sheer second before turning away.
"When I was young and innocent, my mother fell in love with a vampire." Violet started. "Tobias, his name was. They took me from the only home I had ever known and we stayed in a vampire nest. I was thirteen, hardly old enough to marry."
Violet let a little tear drop of blood slip down her face, and could hardly bear to tell the story. Eric decided to cut in. Their glance never leaving one another.
"I was there," Eric said. "with Ocella. We had been there for quite some time when Violet arrived. She stayed away from our kind, she despised them. She was secluded in her room. Somehow, she contracted the plague. Ocella owed Tobias a favour. I was to save Tobias' human and the two would be even. I gave her my blood, and afterwards I began to feel every feeling of hers without having tasted her blood."
Eric sighed and looked at Pam.
"This is going to be a sad story, isn't it?" Pam asked, and Violet nodded.
"After months of seclusion, she came out of her room. Only to chicken out, and go into the games room. I found her in there, she did not know it… but I had followed her there on purpose because of my curiosity. The eyes and the effect she had on me. She was so young, yet so beautiful. We spent time together, becoming friends and getting to know each other in the most intimate of ways without having sex." Eric said softly, looking into Violet's eyes.
Violet let out a small giggle, as she remembered the chess games they used to play. "We were great companions, and I began to love him. He knew it; I was but a girl though. Suddenly, he said he was leaving… and my farewell gift to him was my blood and a very shy kiss."
Eric decided he must cut in then, "Ocella was just as curious as I had been, so he sent me away to find out what she was. He thought we might use her to our advantage. I went away for a few years and found that she must be some kind of fairy."
"Ah, were you ever right." Violet said.
Eric ignored her and continued. "I had left a child and returned to a woman. She was more beautiful than any woman I have ever seen, and I knew that I could have her. I had never been a man to mull over a woman constantly, until Violet."
"Or Sookie." Pam cut in, but realized that it was not appropriate to say at that moment.
"He was right and we made love for a short, sweet month." She smiled, and tried to continue. "I was in heaven. Until, I was… I was bathing one day in my room. I had begun my cycle, which called a certain v-vampire into…"
The bloody tears were now pooring steadily down Violet's sweet face, and Eric knew he must continue the story for sake of explaination.
"Tobias, he went into the room he had given her. He raped her and realized that I had had her, more than once. We had a blood bond by then greater than I have ever felt, and I knew something was wrong… but I was so far away. I rushed back as fast as I could, but the damage had already been done. Violet was lying there as though she was dead, she was black and blue and red with blood." Eric had to pause and breathe for a slight second. "Tobias knew and Ocella was called, I had to obey my master or die. I chose to live and I felt certain that Tobias would let Violet live too."
"I think we've had enough story time for today." Violet smiled gently, taking a tissue from Pam to wipe the smeared blood on her face. She may have been a vampire, but she still felt like a human sometimes.
"No!" Eric said, standing up from the sofa beneath him. He took two quick strides towards his former lover and said, "Why are you hear, Violet? And how did you get turned? There is so much more I need to know! And you will tell me!"
Violet, who had grown sick of men telling her what to do for the majority of her long life, did not like the way Eric had commanded her. Despite him being older, she had something he did not… fairy blood. She was stronger than any vampire she had ever encountered.
Violet shoved Eric lightly, but he had to stumble backwards.
"Do not tell me what to do. I am no longer a pawn in a man's game." She growled into his face. Eric could not help but laugh a little; it was so odd seeing his sweet Violet be so violent.
"Do not laugh at me, Northman!" Violet said, walking closer to him. They were almost nose to nose. "I could have you right now, in front of Pam, and you know it."
She was right. He was extremely… well turned on. His mind had hardly even drifted to thoughts of his human lover sitting at home waiting for him to make love to her.
"Oh my god, you're not even kidding. Are you?" Pam said with delight. "Oh goodie! Can I watch, please?"
Violet let out a laugh and turned to Pam seductively.
"Pam, I'll fuck you before I ever let his dick enter my cunt again." Violet said, with a wink. If Eric could vomit, he probably would from pure shock. "Besides, he's taken by a lovely blonde human."
"Humans die… eventually." Pam said, and then snapped out of it. "I mean, I enjoy Sookie's presence, I was just making a point."
Eric raised his hand unamused.
"I need somewhere to stay." Violet said bluntly, looking at the clock that was placed on the wall. It was almost dawn.
"You can stay at our house." Eric volunteered immediately. He owed her, and he knew it.
"Are you quite sure that your wife will be okay with your former whore staying in your house?" Violet asked, looking up at him with purple bedroom eyes.
Eric pretended to cough, and he led the two women outside. He did not know what the fuck was going on.
Okay, so… this was written before ANYTHING else in this story. I may have changed a bit, but I came up with this part before I had written the back story. I hope you enjoyed it, please review!