AN: I pulled some script here right from True Blood. No copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with the pretty people. Minn ljos means "my light".
LAST TIME
"Sookie Stackhouse." he closes the distance, puts his large hands on either side of my head, and punctuates his next words.
"You" a kiss to my forehead.
"Are" a kiss to my cheek.
"Mine" and with that, he leans down to capture my lips, and kisses me for all that I'm worth.
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SPOV
His hands tangled in my long hair, pulling me closer towards him as he slants his mouth over mine. His tongue sweeps over my shocked and closed lips, quickly begging for entrance. My lips react out of instinct, connecting with his as he tries to possess every inch of me. His one hand stays tangled in my locks, and his other drifts down to my waist, nudging my arm in the process.
I take a sharp inhale on a gasp and disentangle myself completely.
"I know, I know I'm intoxicating, but I'm not in the mood Viking" I sass him, taking another step away from him. I pull my towel closer to my body and meet his eyes. He looks like he's about to argue, and is about to take a step towards me when I hold up a hand to him. "Eric, please" I whisper.
"I've just returned from the fight of my life and am somehow still standing. Regardless of whatever this is" I say, gesturing with the good arm between us "I need to put a pause on it and focus on getting my bearings". He takes another step towards me, letting my outstretched hand lay flat against his very large chest.
"Let me heal you then, and I'll leave". My eyes follow my outstretched hand. I forgot how big he was. So strong. My mind starts to go down a much different path before his words actually register, and I meet his intense gaze again.
"No" I say. His brows furrow and he starts to lean down into my space again, hunching his back to become eye level. I quickly take another step back, grab some clothes from my dresser and lock myself into the bathroom to change. I try to dress quickly, knowing that Viking could storm in for another peep show whenever he pleases, but it's difficult with my dislocated shoulder. A part of me is humming that his blood would fix it in moments, but the other part of me is yelling that I've just escaped one power-hungry fairy prince, I don't need to indebt myself to a vampire sheriff. Regardless of my plans from the beginning. I need to regroup. I need time.
I open the door, and start walking down the stairs. Eric quickly follows.
"I need you to go" I throw over my shoulder in a strong tone, hoping it leaves no room for negotiation.
"This is no way to treat your new landlord" Eric quips back. It seems he wants to banter, and has his trademark smirk plastered on his face.
"I am not yours Eric. Regardless of whatever happened in the past, I want you out of my house". As I cleared the last step of my stairs, Eric vamps in front of me, blocking my path to the kitchen.
"Funny thing about ownership isn't it? A little piece of paper, and the only power you had over me is gone" he leans towards me again, and lets his lips ghost my ear as he says "I seem to recall you liking the idea of being mine when you gave me your blood".
My gaze falters at the memory, I break eye contact and cast my gaze down to the floor.
"Things are different now….I'm different. I told you I need some time… What do you want from me?" I paused between each comment, my brain working overtime. What did I want? I hadn't planned much past my escape, and now I had a whole other demon (well, vampire) to deal with.
Eric didn't miss a beat, letting my emotional turmoil go unnoticed, as he quickly responds with "everything". I roll my eyes and step around him once again.
"Well you can't have everything" I quip. He follows behind me at human pace as I finally enter the kitchen.
"I bought it" he replies with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
"You bought my house, the house does NOT come with me in it, clearly" I gesture around me, noticing now the furniture has been covered in plastic sheets, but looks the same as it did when I left.
"Well then I seriously overpaid" Eric responds. Never misses a beat, does he. I roll my eyes.
"That's your problem" I sass, making my way to the wall I reach for the phone. My hand pauses as I realize I don't know who to call. Eric vamps behind me, bringing his body as close to mine as possible. I feel his large chest against my shoulders, and he leans down to scent me. He lowers his head to the crook of my neck and trails it down to my shoulder, placing a small kiss on it.
"Sookie" I'm fighting the urge to melt completely. I'm so exhausted. My shoulder is throbbing. I refuse to meet his eyes, even if my body wants to crumple into him. "At least let me call Doctor Ludwig" he says, when I still refuse to look at him. I try not to slump with relief, and give a small nod. Eric then opens his phone and quickly asks the Doctor to make a house call. Not one for small talk, the call is over in less than a minute, and Eric quickly deposits his phone back into his jean pocket. I haven't moved, and have remained blankly staring at my kitchen wall. All fight in me seems to have rushed out of me like a popped balloon. What do I do now? I'm wanted by vampires, I'll be chased by Niall. How will I ever be safe unless I make a deal with the devil…. My mind is in havoc and my body is just too exhausted to function.
Eric seemed to pick up on my state, and without letting me object, carefully sweeps my into his arms bridal style. My head falls against his chest, as my dislocated shoulder feels heavy and numb, swinging slightly as he moves me to the couch. He grabs a quilt from a small cupboard under the stairs, and lays it over top of the plastic before laying me down gently (awkwardly, so my bad arm is facing outwards). He stays hunched over, staring at me for a moment, before he crouches down to my level. He opens his mouth to speak, just as there is a sharp pop into my living room.
I let out a shrill screech, curling into a ball, and trying to disappear into the sofa. My veins fill with panic and I try to desperately start summoning my light. I try to pull it around me, like I did when I was escaping, but it feels like a dead car battery. My light is sputtering, trying to produce power, but in the end falling flat. My heart is in my throat, and I let out a strangled sob as I hear a static mind come closer to me slowly.
"Northman, what have you done to this girl?" I hear a scratchy voice ask from what is almost eye level. I'm in too much of a panic to register that the new voice seems tiny, barely reaching the top of the couch in height.
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EPOV
Sookie started to panic at the sound of Ludwig's pop into the room, and I can hear her heart beating frantically. "I think she's having a panic attack" I softly say in Swedish over my shoulder to the small demon. Ludwig nods and slowly continues her approach towards Sookie. She taps me harshly on the shoulder and says "move" and begins speaking in a soft and soothing voice.
"Child, my name is Doctor Ludwig. I am here to help you" she says. She is standing a small distance away from the couch still, and I start to smell magic in the air. My fangs drop, thinking that Sookie's kin is making their way to kidnap her. I am about to drop into a defensive stance, when I realize the scent is coming from Sookie. She is emitting a soft golden glow that seems to hum, gain brightness, and fizzle out. Her breathing is harsh and coming in gasping breaths. She is still a fragile ball in the corner of the couch, trying hard to get as far into the cushions as she can.
"No. No. I can't go back. NO! Don't take me back there. I can't do that again!" She starts to yell into the cushions, she has started trembling. Ludwig stops her approach and looks at me.
"She smells like the Fae realm. They did this?" she asks me in Swedish, motioning to Sookie's arm and overall state. I give a quick nod, fighting the urge to growl. Ludwig seems to pause before informing me that she is in too much panic for her to touch her without making the situation worse.
"Do you think you can calm her down?" she asks me, accompanying the gruff request with a doubtful glance. I snap my fangs back into my gums and start talking to Sookie quietly. First just calling her name. It takes about 5 times before Sookie starts to hear me, and stops screaming against being taken back to someone named Nevil. She is still shaking but I have managed to get close enough to the couch to lay my fingers on her knee. My cool touch seems to register and she lets out a broken whisper of my name.
"Please Eric. Don't let them take me back" she says, reaching her good arm towards me from inside the ball she has retreated to. I softly take hold of her hand, awkwardly since it shot out under her armpit underneath her limp arm and her balled up legs.
"I won't, minn ljós, I promise. It is only the doctor, she wants to help you. I will be right here" I soothe her, not realizing the term of endearment, or the small doctor's eyebrows shooting up to her hairline in surprise.
Sookie opens her eyes, grasping my hand more firmly and giving a small nod. She slowly uncurls her legs from the tight ball, and reaches towards me. On instinct, I gently lift her from under her arms, swing her legs across my lap, scoot my body underneath her, and sit back down on the couch. Her legs are now draped across me, her dislocated arm facing outwards. I look at Ludwig, who is still standing in shock, before realizing she is now able to treat her patient. I have a grasp underneath Sookie's legs, and low on her back, and have dropped my head to rest against hers which she has tucked into the crook of my neck. She is still breathing heavily, and her heart is wild. Ludwig approaches slowly.
"Minn ljós, the doctor is going to fix your shoulder, but I'm going to hold you the whole time. She is only going to touch it for a moment, okay?" Sookie barely nods, as Ludwig starts to touch Sookie's right hand and upper forearm.
"Dislocated" she grumbles and meets my eyes. I figured. Stubborn girl, resetting it will hurt her much more than if she had just taken my blood.
"Sookie, the doctor needs to put your shoulder back in place" she tenses. "It will only hurt for a moment, I promise. I'm going to hold you the whole time" I smell the tears before I register the small drops landing on my neck. She nods again. I look at the doctor, and before I've even finished nodding, she gives a small push to the joint and a loud CRACK sounds through the room as Sookie lets out a small shriek.
"I'm sorry Child. It's better if you don't see it coming". She pats her knee, and proceeds to sling her arm and give me care instructions.
"I won't ask why you didn't heal her with your blood, Viking. She will be in some discomfort and should avoid using the arm for a few days." She then digs in the front of her small medical bag and pulls out a card. She flashes it at me, revealing the name of a supernatural therapist, and leaves it on the table. Then she starts to walk over to the front door, I assume to pop from the yard so as not to frighten Sookie again. She throws out a gruff "you'll get my bill" before she leaves.
I hear the doctor pop from the porch, and look down at Sookie. She has fallen asleep. Her heart rate is back to normal, and she seems to have settled. I just sit with her in my arms, rest my head on the back of the couch, and slip into downtime.
This girl has completely uprooted my life. I did not realize my affection towards her until she was so violently torn from our realm. I reach towards the bond with my maker and send him contentment, and relief. He sends me understanding and support. My maker has been my rock throughout this time. Godric relocated to my area shortly after Sookie was captured, and has stayed with me since. He resigned his position as Sherriff, but has been a consultant with the Authority on occasion. Pam on the other hand, has been an absolute pain in my ass. Though she always has. But the last few years she has tried to throw every blonde with boobs at me in the hopes that I will return to my throne and appease the fans. I have steadily declined.
Over a thousand years before her, and it took three for me to realize… I never want another. My head snaps forward at this realization. I've always hated emotions and have recoiled at the thought of them.
I'm screwed.
I hover myself off the couch, and fly up to Sookie's room. I am about to deposit her on her bed, when I pause. Would she react badly waking up alone? Or worse if I were to bring her to my place? Godric will rise sooner than I will, and he may be able to settle her confusion. I feel uneasy about leaving her alone after she felt such panic. I consider her anger, but quickly determine it is outweighed by her safety. If she truly escaped from the Fae, she is not safe here. Decided, I glide back downstairs and grab the quilt to cover her in. I wrap her, close the doors, and begin the short flight to my safe house.
I know I may have one angry telepath when I rise. But can't help the smirk that forms on my face at the thought of the challenge. Thank the Gods. She is back.