How Sookie compares to the countless humans Eric's been with.
Nothing's mine of course.
Exception
Eric Northman had had his fair share of humans in his long life.
Most of them were dispensable, just shiny new toys for him to play with and throw away on a whim.
Some caught his interest and entertained him for awhile, the longest lasting a year.
None, he deigned to care for.
True they offered sustenance and pleasure, but that didn't mean he didn't find most of them insufferable. The pathetic way they offered their throats and bodies to him, staring starry-eyed at him as if he were a god. They were all the same. Weak-willed, their minds and bodies easily controlled and manipulated with a snap of his fingers. It was dreadfully easy.
The one exception, however, was her.
Sookie Stackhouse.
She was a challenge, one he'd never encountered. He admired her spirit; it was evident in the way she acted and spoke when he first met her. He also knew she was fearless; slapping him across the face was something another human wouldn't even dare consider.
But she aggravated him as well. She didn't know when to shut up, even faced with an erratic king with a penchant for violence. She was stubborn; her inability to sit still often led to life-threatening situations which she always needed to be rescued from. She tended to let her emotions rule her; he'd seen her sob great big baby sobs too many times and it unsettled him.
He could ignore those few annoying traits, but the one that bothered-even angered-him the most, was the fact that he could never conquer her. Her immunity to his power made her indomitable, like a boulder resting on a riverbed, resisting the surge of water.
Why he couldn't just leave her alone, he didn't know.
But he couldn't deny that his interest in her was growing more and more with each sunset.
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