/ I know, no one ever thought I would return, but we are in the middle of a pandemic, I have been rewatching the show and I am READY to continue on this dark wee road I set out on. Anyway, without further delay on we go.
Waking the next day it took Eric several moments to register the individual that he had his arms protectively coiled around... Part of him had been certain he was going to wake up and discover he had been dreaming the entire time, that she really had died a thousand years ago in Sweden and that he was doomed to spend his eternity with cheap imitations of her in the hopes of feeling anything but grief and loss in his very core for even a moment. The last hundred years with Pam had been the first century he had felt like himself since he was turned, she had the same spice as Ingrid, that is what drew him to her. He knew they would get along beautifully... And he could already tell that the stackhouse girl was going to be in both of their lines of fire, Ingrid had always been jealous and possessive when they were human, even in her mortal state she had the territorial tendencies of a vampire marking their mate. It was like she was born to be a vampire, she had never been destined to live life as a mundane human, she had always been something more, she had always been something to be afraid of.
His mind drifted to last night, to their discussion, the authority would come for them when they killed Russell of this he was certain, but she had been right... Why was he following these rules? He was older than most of the pitiful fucks in the authority, he had been a warrior as a man and it was his right to kill the person that had taken his family from him. His arms tightened around her slender frame, the thought of losing her again after only just finding her was physically painful to him. If they were going to do this he was going to make sure he was successful and that meant getting Bon Temps favorite little waitress involved.
"Your mind is so busy I can almost hear you thinking." Ingrid groggily mumbled nuzzling her face into his chest. Eric smirked "well, I had a lot of time to think waiting on you to wake, you are as lazy as a vampire as you were as a human Ingrid." He chuckled. She sat up and playfully punched his side, rising from the coffin she fished around for her discarded clothing laughing at the condition they had left both the room and the coffin in. "You will need a new one of those, and a fucking bed." She said pointing a long slender finger at him.
"Oh a fucking bed? Aptly named." Eric retorted causing her to scoff at his remarks. He looked to Pams coffin, she was already up he could hear her barking orders at Pepper upstairs, it was almost opening time. He watched Ingrid as she took it all in, last night had been such a whirlwind, he didn't say everything he had wanted to say to her. As he rose and pulled on his pants he went to her, ready to say all the things he could not a thousand years before when that pained monotone voice that could only belong to one William Compton rang out from upstairs.
"Is this a common occurrence? This Bill fellow just arriving whenever he feels like it?" Ingrid asked handing him his shirt. "Ever since he has been putting his dick inside something human he has been acting like a regular at this bar, a regular that doesn't spend any fucking money." He said through gritted teeth. He took Ingrid's hand lacing his fingers with hers, her hand was dwarfed in his, even as a vampire it felt so delicate, it felt like old times. Eric knew he was never going to allow her to be more than an arms length away from him again, the gods themselves would have to leave Asgard to take her from him now. Almost as if she could feel his apprehensions she gave his hand a comforting squeeze as they walked up the stairs of the basement and into the main floor of Fangtasia.
Of course, the blonde was there, in her little uniform that the day prior Eric had been etching to see under, now though? He was looking through her as if she was nothing more than glass. "Bill, I am starting to think you have an infatuation with me." Eric said his eyes going to an amused Pam "him and little miss sunshine over there were our first customers, again. "Don't customers usually buy something? I don't see anyone drinking." Ingrid interjected. "Very good point, Bill, buy two drinks, then you can have the floor." Eric added, he let go of Ingrids hand and instead draped an arm around her shoulders. He could feel Sookies eyes burning into the interaction, he was amused, she really was jealous. How that would have tickled him pink had it been any other woman by his side. Instead he felt unable to take his eyes from Ingrid, she was perfection, the most perfect thing in creation. The gods outdid themselves when creating her, she was art.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" She said with an arch of her brow.
"Like what?"
"Like you are about to eat me."
"Maybe I will, but don't worry, you'll enjoy the way I eat you." He said with a dark grin, leaning forward he cupped her cheek and brought his lips to hers, she was a drug and he would gladly overdose on her. breathing her in he lost himself in her lips, he could feel his hand travelling from her cheek to the back of her hair where he grabbed a fistful of it causing a moan to escape her lips. He was so very consumed by her that the grating sound of Sookie Stackhouse clearing her throat pulled him from his haze as if he had been under a spell. Leaning back his eyes looked down at her, hungry for more, hungry to keep her buried in his embrace until the end of time. In their human life he had been protective, how could he not be? The men of their time took any woman they thought was beautiful enough, and Ingrid was the most beautiful of them all...
Like the good little boy Bill was he indeed had gone to the bar and bought a Gin and Tonic for Sookie and a True Blood for himself. "Wonderful, now, tell me why you are here, in my bar, again." Eric said looking between Bill and Sookie.
"Eric you told us to return, we have to discuss what to do with Russell."
"Bill, we are going to kill him what is it about this concept you don't grasp? Well, I say we, I mean Ingrid and myself. With assistance from your little girlfriend over there." Eric's eyes held an amused glint as he regarded the waitress.
"No, I want Bill involved, besides, it's me Russell wants, he wants to collect me like I am some sort of antique for his damned shelf!" Oh how shrill Sookie sounded, did her voice always have that annoying ring to it?
Ingrid scoffed, it was an amused sound that made everyone look at her. "Little girl, I understand, you think everything is about you, you think that because you smell like something yummy and it makes all vampires want to take a bite out of you. Russell collects things, he does not collect people, he collects things after he has destroyed and killed people. He is a man that has always wanted to be king, a leader but his own foolish greed always cuts him short. He has no desire to collect you, as much as you may hate to hear this princess he wants to drain you cry and then toss you aside, at best he wants to lock you up and milk you like a little cow, because at the end of the day you are not a special prize to him. You are livestock, and he wants to take you to the slaughter house. You will be of great use to us as bait, every operation needs a good scape goat, that will be you." Ingrid said with a smile so sickly sweet it was almost unnerving.
"You can't talk to me that way!" She exclaimed.
"I just did, what are you going to do about it? Tell on me?" Ingrid laughed.
Perhaps it was the jeering, perhaps it was the fact that Eric was absolutely glued to Ingrid and Ingrid alone or perhaps it was the fact what she was saying was true... Whatever it was a rage began burning inside Sookie that caused those little bursts of light to begin sparking from her hands.
"I'll show you who is livestock bitch!" Raising her hands Sookie blasted her light in the direction of Eric and Ingrid, Eric shot across the room and into a wall but Ingrid remained where she was. Moving at full speed she grabbed Sookie by the throat and pressed her against a nearby pillar squeezing tightly, her fangs exposed.
"You know, I really do not take kindly to people so much as moving a hair on my beloveds head." She said her eyes narrowing at the human who even whilst gasping for air looked confused.
"Oh, I am sorry does that magic trick usually work? Sorry sweetheart, I am just built different."
/ Ok, so I know this was just a filler chapter but I promise it is a necessary evil for going forward lol
