Here's another chapter for you...I'm currently at Comic- Con and the atmosphere is great. I also got some True Blood merch...and a little Eric Pop figure (;
Chapter 5
Pam had left Eric and I standing outside of the house I once dreamt of owning. A couple miles away from Fangtasia, there was a small one-story house with a porch. When I first moved in, the house had been painted with muted shades of blue, but looking at it now, I saw that Eric had restored it; it was now steel grey with a white trim. I still had trouble coping with the fact that Eric had bought my house, but in reality, it was never mine. I had lived here only a month in a half before I had to leave.
I ascended the stairs with Eric trailing close behind me. As I slid the key into the look and opened the door, the lights turned on. I walked into the house slowly, not sure what to expect. My eyes examined the room, taking in every new addition. After a moment, I decided that the house was now immaculate; Eric had made the house sleek and modern. I really liked it. Eric's voice brought my out of my thoughts.
"Wow, this really is my house," he said approvingly moving to the leather couch and running his fingers along the cushion.
"Yeah, it is," I muttered. It wasn't mine anymore. It never was.
"And you live here, in my house?" he asked.
"No. This actually used to be my house. But when I left Shreveport, I guess you bought it."
"Why did I buy your house?" Eric questioned. I shrugged, not really understanding why he would have done that.
"You must have been very important to me," he concluded.
I scoffed, not really wanting to respond to that. Eric broke the silence.
"Are you mine?" he asked curiously.
"Definitely not," I said shaking my head.
"Do you belong to another vampire?" he tried.
"Absolutely not," I combated. He looked at me, eyes focused on mine.
"Would you like to be mine?" he asked sounding somewhat hopeful.
"I—" I stopped looking around the room. I looked out the window to see that the night was beginning to fade away. Feeling grateful for being able to end the conversation, I responded.
"Eric, we should get you to bed. It's going to be daytime." Without waiting for him to respond, I walked down the hall to the bedroom. Eric had updated that room as well…There was now a large king size bed in the center of the room with a fur comforter. Next to the bed was a side table; several books were stacked on top of each other. I walked over and read the titles, seeing some were in another language I presumed to be Swedish. I was glad to see another improvement he had made: Light tight windows. I turned to see that Eric was sitting on the edge of the bed, studying me.
"Goodnight," I told him without meeting his eyes, moving across the room and closing the door. I went to the living room and flopped down on the sofa. I ran my fingers through my hair, contemplating my current situation.
The only reason I returned to Shreveport was for Eric Northman. To demand answers from him, to understand what I was. But the Eric Northman I needed was gone, replaced with one I didn't entirely understand. Maybe he would overcome his current state and get his memories back. Then again, maybe he would be stuck like this forever, meaning he would be no use to me. I could leave, I thought. Try and start a new life with a new name in a new city. But no matter where I was, it seemed that something was always hunting me, whether that was vampires or werewolves. Even if I left now, it wouldn't matter.
Taking care of Eric would be simple. I would have to make sure he was fed, out of sight, and safe until Pam could get a witch to fix him. Truthfully, I had no desire to help him. Not after what happened. He had exploited me, used me for my blood, and triggered something in me…something raw and animalistic that turned me into a monster.
When Eric had hired me that night years ago, something about me sparked his interest. Then, I assumed that he was thinking of ways he could use me for my blood and my body. Now, I knew and understood his true intentions. He knew, from the moment I stepped into Fangtasia, that I was different. I wasn't human, not entirely. Inside me, a recessive trait lurked, waiting to be developed. The trait blossomed when my blood came into contact with Eric's blood after he had tricked me into drinking from him. I began to feel sick shortly afterwards. I lay in this very room for three days, feeling as if I was dying. Little did I know that I was transitioning from a human into something else entirely. From the start, Eric knew I was different. He knew that if triggered, the trait was powerful and I could be very useful to him.
After three days of being in pure agony, I completed my transition. I was no longer human. I was a shapeshifter.
I was a Lycanthrope.
This chapter was short...but I will explain more in the next chapter. If you review, of course (;
