True Blood – The Viking and the Wolf

Chapter 2

"Well well well what's this?" A female's voice suddenly said from across the large entrance way.

Eric turned sharply and glared. Torolf peered around Eric to see the tall beautiful blond haired woman standing there smirking at them.

"You never bring dinner home, what's the occasion?" She asked in a seductive tone.

"She's not dinner." Eric said sharply.

"Oh she's a toy then? What's her name?"

"None of your business Pam." Eric seethed.

"Touchy… I'll ask her then." Pam said.

Before Eric could move Pam was trying to glamour Torolf.

"Tell me your name." Pam said in a voice that would be hard for anyone to resist but Torolf glared.

"Why should I?" Torolf spat and Pam's eyes went wide.

"Ahh she can't be glamoured. I can see why you like her. She's a challenge for you." Pam said as she took a step forward but Eric stepped in her way.

"She is mine." He said in a sudden possessive way that made Pam back off. "As your maker I order you to shut up and never talk about her or to her in that way." He demanded and Pam nodded once.

"Now tell me why you are here." Eric said to her.

Pam began speaking in a language Torolf recognized as Swedish, though she only caught words here and there it was a very old dialect. Torolf knew Swedish like the back of her hand, it was her first language, but this dialect left her feeling helpless. Torolf realized they were talking about her again only this time they were discussing her helping Pam in some way. A decoy of some kind and a look out, saying she was innocent enough to pull it off. Eric appeared against the idea though the more Pam talked the more he seemed to see her side. Torolf became worried again.

"You're going to use me as a decoy?" Torolf asked before she could stop herself.

Eric and Pam stopped mid sentence. Eric turned slowly and stared at her, eyes wide in amazement.

"And a linguist too! Such a refined tongue. I think I'm starting to like her." Pam said.

Eric stepped up to Torolf, who shrank a little due to his stare.

"You could understand us?" He asked.

"Only a little. That was a very old dialect than what I learned." Torolf stammered.

"You're going to help Pam with something. She was joking about the decoy. We're looking for information on an organization that's getting too much power. We suspect they've taken some of our own and that worries us. If you are discovered they won't harm you. Just tell them we made you do it and they should let you go." Eric told Torolf.

"Why?" Torolf demanded in fear.

Eric leaned close to her.

"Trust me. Take this, use it if you run into trouble."

He said as he handed her a silver credit card and a phone number.

"Change into your other clothes you're leaving as soon as you're done." He said as he led her to another room to change.

Torolf changed quickly and returned to the two vampires in the entry way. Pam made a face at her outfit.

"Aw how dull, I liked the dress better." Pam said to herself.

"Go now and be back before dawn." Eric told them as they exited the house onto the street below.

Torolf followed Pam to her car, it wasn't anything special. Torolf figured Pam was more interested in clothing than cars.

"What do I call you? Or do I have to make my own name for you?" Pam said as she drove as recklessly as Eric.

"My name is Torolf." She replied.

"Ah I can see why he likes you. You are a little puzzle, a challenge. Here put this on, you'll look a lot better. I can't stand what you're wearing." Pam said as she handed Torolf the clothes.

There was nothing to these clothes a sparkly tank top with only a draw string back, and the shortest skirt in the world. Torolf was lucky she was thin enough to pull this off, but despite this she never wore things like this.

"There's nothing to these clothes!"

"Aw come on live a little. If you show up in these thrift store rejects we'll be found out on the spot." Pam said and Torolf decided it was better to just listen to the vampire.

She couldn't believe it was the second time in one night she was changing in a car. Torolf figured they must be going to a nightclub because she couldn't think of a place for these clothes besides a strip club. But to her dismay they pulled into a long driveway to a house, the lights were on but no one seemed to be home. Torolf sighed in irritation at Pam for tricking her but she followed. They broke in and entered the house. As suspected no one was home.

"Stay here and keep watch. Stall if anyone comes in. This shouldn't take long." Pam said.

"How are you able to enter this house if you weren't invited?" Torolf asked, because this is a vampire's house, I've been here before." She said flatly with a hint of anger.

Pam disappeared into a room off the hallway and Torolf waited. She noticed that Pam's tone was also a little sad and wondered if this house was one of the vampires that had disappeared. After a little while Torolf heard a scuffle in the room Pam had disappeared into. Torolf went to investigate only to find instead of Pam, there was a dog or a mongoose. Torolf figured this was another vampire thing but was worried because there were two huge cats chasing her. They were mean, hissing and scratching at Pam. Feeling compelled to help Torolf went into the room and picked Pam up. The cats scratched at Torolf's legs but she didn't care. Torolf was taking in the room. There was a cage in the corner with an animal in it. It seemed intelligent, like it was trying to tell her something. She looked around but Pam was distracting her so she went back into the hall. The cats couldn't enter the hall it seemed but Pam was still struggling. Torolf figured she didn't like being held so she put her down. Though as soon as Torolf put Pam down Pam took off and Torolf noticed the door opening. About five people entered looking confused and Torolf immediately did as Eric had instructed her to do. The stress from all that had happened to her made it easy for her to cry. She fell to her knees and sobbed into her hands.

"They made me do it! They threatened to kill me if I didn't help them! I'm sorry, I didn't see anything!" Torolf cried and after a second someone went to her side.

"Vampires?" They asked.

"Yes! And look what they made me wear! I was nothing but a play thing to them! They glamoured me and made me do unspeakable things!" Torolf cried.

The person began sympathizing with Torolf.

"It's alright, you're safe now. But we have to call the police and have you arrested. They'll most likely let you off, but they'll keep you safe till morning." The person said and Torolf nodded.

Soon the police came to pick her up where they drove her to the station and locked her in a cell. Torolf was extremely uncomfortable in the outfit Pam made her ware. Drunk men in another cell hooted and hollered at her, the outfit caused quite an uproar. The cops didn't even have the decency to give her something to wear. They were all pigs. After a little while she was allowed to make a phone call. Torolf called Eric, and he answered immediately.

"I need to be picked up. I got arrested. Pam transformed into a mongoose and took off." She told him.

"I'll be right there." He replied.

"Oh and Eric? Can you bring me some clothes?" She asked and it was as if she could hear the amusement and curiosity radiating off him over the phone.

He was there in minutes. Torolf hadn't even been back in her cell ten minutes before he arrived. He paid her bail and followed the officer to the back to get her. His eyes widened when they fell on her and he scanned her up and down.

"Pam…" He said with a groan, he clearly wasn't happy with what Pam had dressed her in.

Eric sighed and handed her the clothes he'd brought. He only had time to grab one of his t-shirts. She took the shirt and put it on over what she was wearing. It was like a dress on her.

"Let's go." Eric said and she followed him.

He had another vampire with him, a tall dark haired vampire. As they exited the police building Eric turned to the other vampire.

"Take her to my place. I must see to something, and she better be in the same condition I left her in when I return." Eric told the vampire who nodded.

Eric then took off leaving Torolf standing on the sidewalk.

"This way." The second vampire said a little darkly, apparently finding it funny to scare her a little.

There was a car waiting and Torolf got in. The vampire got in and drove to Eric's, which relieved Torolf. Though once inside things were awkward. The vampire stood in the entry way, still as a statue. Torolf frowned and went into the room off the entry way. There was a big black comfy couch in front of a fireplace that she took advantage of. Sitting down, trying to relax with a strange vampire in the next room, she sat quietly but couldn't relax. She kept looking over her shoulder to make sure the vampire was still there. Despite the tense situation Torolf found her eyes dropping as she sat on the couch. As she began to doze off the door flung open and Torolf was awake instantly. She turned to see Eric and he looked right at her when she moved. Eric went to her side in a flash.

"I'm glad you are safe." Eric said as he looked past her to the other vampire for a moment and looked back to her. "I tried to find Pam but with no luck. If she got away perhaps she'll find her way home. Explain what happened. You said you saw Pam turn into a mongoose?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well I didn't see it but she went into a room and the next minute she was a mongoose and being attacked by the two biggest nastiest cats I've ever seen. She looked like she was in trouble so I went in to get her. The cats may have been huge but they couldn't do much harm to me. Pam was struggling to get away from me so I put her down and she took off, then they came back and caught me. There was also a cage in that room with an animal in it. The animal almost seemed intelligent, like it was trying to get my attention. And there was an odd artifact on a mantle above a fire place. You act like Pam changing is an impossible thing."

"It is. You thought we could transform into animals?" Eric asked.

"Well I don't know anything about vampires. How was I supposed to know that wasn't normal? You could tell me you could fly and I'd believe it." Torolf said and Eric laughed.

Torolf was surprised by his laugh. She had only known him for less than a day total and he had seemed so sinister and dark but now he seemed to have lightened up.

"So, how is it you know Swedish?" He asked as he went to look out the window.

"I was born in Sweden. My parents were on an excavation there. We lived there till I was seven. Naturally they were so consumed with their work they couldn't bother to have me along so a family in the town we lived in took care of me. They only spoke Swedish so of course it was the language I learned first. It didn't seem to bother my parents that they couldn't communicate with me the more I learned to speak. When we moved back to the states I had to have special tutoring to learn English. It wasn't my parent's idea though, it was my teacher's. How could they send me to school not knowing how to speak English? They thought I'd just pick it up. For being as book smart as they are they're the stupidest people alive. They'd never noticed if I disappeared." She explained with bitterness.

When she looked up he was staring at her, a look of sympathy in his eyes but he looked out the window again.

"I was born in Sweden as well. Many more years ago of course. I was born a Viking, a warrior. You are very interesting little wolf." He said.

His words brought Pam's words to her mind. Pam had said she was a challenge to Eric and she wondered what kind of challenge. Though the things she thought of were not good.

"Am I a challenge for you? A challenge to get me to let you drink my blood, because you can't glamour me or whatever it is?" Torolf said.

His eyes went wide and he turned to look at her.

"A challenge yes, but not in that way." He said as he went to kneel in front of her.

She sank back when he moved so suddenly. He froze then and sniffed deeply. His eyes darted down to her legs which were half covered by his long shirt. He pulled back the shirt to reveal the deep scratches on her legs from the cats. They were still bleeding and Torolf hadn't even noticed them. Eric's fangs came out and he swallowed hard, looking very thirsty. He had one of her legs lifted, staring at the blood. Torolf sat as still as she could.

"A challenge to not drink your blood. At least not yet because I want to keep you." He said with difficulty.

His breathing had increased as he stared at the blood.

"Damn those cats!" He said with a growl.

He then moved so fast Torolf didn't have time to react. He scooped her up and ran to a bathroom with speed she didn't think was possible. He set her on the long vanity counter and got warm water running. He had taken her to what appeared to be the master bedroom of the house. It was very big and lavish with a spa bath, a large glass shower, and a vanity to put all other vanities to shame. She looked to Eric as he returned holding white towels. He held one under the water and then took one of her legs. He began washing her wounds. She squirmed and whined as he washed the blood and open wounds.

"Ow it hurts! Stop it!" Torolf complained as she tried to pull her leg free but she should have known better; he held it like a vice.

"No." He said flatly and continued.

She kept whimpering and complaining.

"Stop being a baby, it can't hurt that bad." He said.

"It stings a lot! I hadn't noticed them until you pointed them out. I'd rather they'd stayed unnoticed." She complained.

"And have you walking around like a neon snack sign… I don't think so." He said which made her shut up. "Besides this isn't even what's supposed to really hurt." He added as he had finished with the other leg and took something out of the medicine cabinet.

It was a big bottle with clear liquid inside.

"Don't you dare!" She exclaimed as she tried to hop off the counter and get away but he had her in an instant.

He held her around the waist as she squirmed.

"It'll block the scent form others and also help me to have a clear head. I'll be gentle I promise." He said as he set her back on the counter.

She stopped struggling because it was useless but she was pouting. Eric laughed and picked up a second towel. She hissed and cried as he washed the cuts out with antiseptic but even though he was gentle it hurt like hell. She was crying and looked away from him by the time he was done. He took a tissue and dabbed at her tears, which made her look at him again.

"Fucking cats!" she said with a pout.

He chuckled and then leaned down to place gentle kisses on her legs. His lips were cold as ice and made the burning stop briefly. She stared at him wide eyed in surprise but she blushed deeply.

"It's almost dawn and I must rest during the day. I want you to stay here." He said.

"What!? And be stuck here all day, no way! What if I went home at dawn? I'll stay in my house till you come get me. That way I can change clothes, shower and sleep." She suggested.
"Alright that seems logical. But do not leave until the sun comes up." He ordered and she nodded.

"Where do you sleep?" She asked out of curiosity.

"Where do you think?" He replied with a smirk.

"Oh right, that makes sense." She said.

He then picked her up and brought her back down to the entry way. The sky was light and the sun would be up in minutes.

"I must go. You know how to get home from here?"

"Yes, it's only about a mile." She told him.

"I'll see you after dusk." He said and left her.