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castiellawolfkissed · 4 years ago

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Little Banshee (chapter 2)

Summary: They have to keep you safe but to do so they need to know everything. They have their ways of getting the information from you.

Pairing: Eric Northman x reader x Pam De Beaufort (polyamorous relationship)

Word count: 2K

Warning: +18 minors DNI. Smut. fingers. female and guy fingers female. Uhh blood play technically. but a lot of blood. and Eric and Pam being hot is a warning too.

A/N: This is a comfort fic for sure. Going through some stuff but maybe you guys will enjoy it. Trying to stay on present tense and first person point of view. It's kind of what true blood goes with. I think it works best and I want to get better at it too. I did proof read it the best I could. Later chapters will have smut, gore, fighting and who knows. Hope you enjoy.

Title: Little Banshee Chapter two

Chapter One

The drive was smooth and helped me drift to sleep quickly. It was the first time in months that I’ve felt at peace. The irony wasn’t lost on me though. How can I feel peace when two vampires, that can easily kill me, sat in the front seat of the SUV. Considering nothing in my life has ever fully made sense at least I can get over the shock of the situation quickly. However, I could not think about it much more. The drive was lulling me into a deep sleep that soon overtook me in seconds.

As the ride continued, I woke up periodically listening in to conversations about other characters I remembered to just music playing. Admittedly the situation did worry me. I do at least have some self-preservation feelings inside me. However, I didn’t feel the need to run. So far, they posed no threat to me this second, but I understood they could use me to gain power. I knew exactly what they were capable of. So even though it could end badly it could end okay. I know their end story and just hope some of it doesn’t happen. Now that I’m here, I’m sure I changed everything.

I also realized in between consciousness that the exhaustion from the running, the scream and my body having to heal thanks to Eric's blood, put me in a frame of mind that people rarely get to see. I felt small. I just wanted to curl up in bed with a stuffed animal and go to sleep. I knew showing this weakness to them made me more vulnerable to the vampires sitting and chatting in the front seat, but I was too tired to stop myself from slipping into that state.

I didn’t realize we stopped until I was suddenly being carried into a cabin by Eric with Pam now holding two duffle bags in front of us. I curled more against Eric's body and nuzzled his neck. I hoped he didn’t notice the action.

“Good morning Little Banshee,” He whispered softly, and you swore you felt a gentle kiss on your forehead as Pam unlocked the cabin.

“Hopefully, this place is stocked like we requested. I swear if that asshole messed up again, I’ll kill him myself,” Pam said dropping the bag unceremoniously on the ground right in front of the door and proceeded to make sure carrying the bags didn’t mess up her clothing at all.

Through my sleepy haze I could see Eric roll his eyes as his long legs walked over the bags and carried me to what I assumed was the master bedroom. The room was huge. Inside was a bed big enough for me but beside it was two matching coffins that were pushed against the bed.

Eric sat me down at the end of the bed and left without saying a word. I looked around for a moment before noticing how comfortable the bed looked. Quickly I scrambled towards the pillows and laid down before pulling an extra pillow to my chest. I stared blankly at the coffin in front of me and wondered what it was like for them. I bet it wasn’t terrible but why the coffin? Why not black out windows?

I moved my head to noticed there were black out screens in the room, and I could guess they’re probably throughout the cabin too. My eyes drifted back to the coffin and as much as I tried to resist my curiosity I couldn’t any longer. Pam and Eric were in cabin somewhere complaining about there being no food for me to eat, and then I heard Eric on the phone. He spoke a language that sounded familiar, but I couldn’t remember what it was for some reason. Maybe I do have amnesia.

I gently lifted the coffin lid that weighed way more than I expected. As I peered in, I saw silk cushion top. A mattress inside with silk red sheets. The lid propped open easily and I moved my hand over the material. It looked softer than the bed. I looked at the door to make sure neither of them was coming before moving into the coffin. While adjusting my body, I managed to hit the lid making it slam shut on top of me. I was sure they heard it and I squeaked from the loud noise knowing you were going to get caught. I tried to push it open, but the latch must have fell, meaning I was suck inside until they decided to open the lid of the coffin.

“Fuck,” I whispered before the lid was suddenly thrown open.

“That isn’t nice language little banshee, but please be more careful. You’re not invincible,” He sounded annoyed, so you made a small noise. I could have sworn a strange emotion passed his face, but he turned and left before I could make it out.

“You have to admit she looks cute in there,” Pam said with a smile.

I watched as Pam moved closer to me holding what looked like silk pajamas. Slowly I sat up in the coffin.

“You guys like silk,” The comment felt silly, but it made her smile.

“We have been alive for hundreds of years sweet. No reason for us to not have taste, and if we plan to protect you. You’ll be living a long time too,” Pam had reached out to touch my chin gently before patting the edge of the bed. The command was small and the submissive in me obeyed. Slowly I moved to the edge of the bed before I felt the firm but gentle hold of my chin between her fingers.

“If you want to skip formalities of getting to know you, you can let us drink some more blood little banshee. We can learn everything we need to know and figure out how to better take care of you,” She said gently. It honestly sounded nice. To not have to go through the whole story was my introvert dream and so I nodded my head.

The thought of feeling their fangs inside of me scared me though but I couldn’t lie about feeling excited at the prospect at the same time. My arousal must be sensed because eric was now gripping the edge of the door frame tightly.

“Pam,” He warned while he watched her fingers move from my chin and pulled at my shirt. I slowly lifted my arms up, unable to stop looking into her eyes. It was hypnotizing and the more I looked into her eyes the more I could just focus on her. Her hands felt so nice as they ran down my arms and behind me to unhook my bra. I was inches away from her face now, and she was firmly in between my legs, forcing them completely open. I could feel the slick that had soaked my underwear thanks to the cold of the apartment making it apparent.

A growl could be heard in the distance, but you knew it was Eric, but there was no moving your eyes from hers.

“It’s okay little banshee. Kiss me,” Pam whispered before she gently kissed me. I whimpered against her soft lips and my hands quickly attached to her shirt, pulling her as close as possible to me. The action must have been amusing because I could feel her chuckle against my lips.

“Shh little one,” Her hands were cold but the contrast against my hot skin made the feeling even better. I was so busy with kissing her that I squeaked the moments her fingers played with my nipples. She was gentle and brushed against them with her thumb before her lips finally pulled away from mine. I whimpered at the loss but feeling her kiss against my neck made me rut my hips against hers.

I gasped when I felt her hand was now working at my pants and pulling them down with my underwear. The daze of her eyes went away for just a moment but her fingers gently brushing against my clit made me forget everything.

“Please,” I begged for whatever she was willing to give me. Suddenly I felt a presence push against my back, spreading my legs further apart. My eyes fluttered close when I felt her mouth at my neck. I knew the pain was coming but I didn’t expect to feel Eric’s fingers inside of me as she bit down. I gasped loudly as she sucked on my neck slowly but her movement on my clit did not falter once. Suddenly it all felt even better than normal.

Erics fingers curled perfectly inside of me and I couldn’t help but to move my hips to meet his thrust. It felt so perfect that I already felt close to my release. My hand reached back to grip the back of his neck while I leaned your head against his shoulder, showing the free side of my neck more to him.

“Don’t you dare cum yet little banshee,” Eric growled into my ear making me whimper at his command.

“Yes daddy,” I whispered feeling eric smile against the other side of my neck. That was when I felt his teeth push into my skin. For just moment the pain managed to override the pleasure I was receiving from them and I gripped whatever I could hold on to. My grip on the back of Eric’s neck tightened more, and you could hear him growl against your skin. My other hand ran through pam’s hair and gripped it slightly making her moan softly.

They must have sensed my desperation because Eric’s movements quickened along with Pam’s. She moved away from my neck and I could see tears stain her face, but I couldn’t help but to moan again from eric’s actions. I tried my best to wipe away her tears, but she took my hand and kissed it gently.

Slowly she leaned down and took one of my breasts into her free hand and squeezed it tightly before her tongue began to swirl around my harden nipple. Seeing my blood smeared against my skin turned me on even more making me moan and beg.

“Please daddy, mommy,” I was so dazed in pleasure that I couldn’t even help myself. “I need to cum,” I begged while tears pricked my eyes from having to hold back.

Eric moaned against my neck, breaking me from my thoughts while pam moved to my other breast to pay it the same attention as the other.

“I’m so close!” I cried out once more.

“Cum for us,” Pam whispered against my skin.

With that I felt myself cum hard against eric’s fingers making me moan both of their names loudly. Pam slowed her movement down until she stopped while Eric continued to move his fingers to prolong to orgasm as long as possible. I felt his fangs finally leave my body as I felt myself almost black out from the overwhelming pleasure and blood loss. I could feel my body being moved but it wasn’t until a few minutes later that I realized they cleaned me up and I was dressed in the silk pajamas Pam was holding earlier. My hand slowly moved to my neck and I did not feel the puncture wounds at all. I assumed one of them made me drink from them once more to heal it.

Before I could move anymore, I was pulled further into Eric’s arms who was naked and under the sheets with me. He was gently moving his hand up and down my arm while I realized he was speaking to Pam. I moved my eyes to see her tying a robe around her waist.

“You saw what she’s been through Eric. I’m sorry she’s not going back,” She said tightly. The statement sounded final which worried you but the thought of not going back sounded nice.

“Shh my sweet we won’t let go of her. She’s our little banshee. We’ll teach her to be stronger. Teach her how to use her powers, and when the next full moon hits we’ll change her. It’ll make the process go by faster. Plus, we can figure out how she passed from her dimension to our own. So, if she must go back, we can go with her” He said softly. I knew there was more to this. I sighed sadly but I felt his fingers under my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Calm that heart of yours,” He whispered before gently kissing my lips. It felt sincere which only confused me even more but I’m far to tired to think.

“I wonder if that’s why she screamed,” Pam said thoughtfully.

“There is nothing in the lore that states banshees can’t sense their own death coming close. Whether it’s them dying or becoming the undead,” He said softly before kissing my forehead gently. I gripped him tighter because now I felt safe, and I didn’t want that feeling to go away.

“Shh little banshee, we’ll protect you from big monsters in the world and inside your head,” He whispered softly. “I promise.”

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Chapter 3

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bansheescreamsfics · 3 years ago

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Little Banshee Chapter 3

Summary: Little Banshee is adjusting to her powers but she realize so many want them too.

Pairing: Eric Northman x reader x Pam De Beaufort (polyamorous relationship) reader x special guests *not guests but i don’t want to give it away)

Word count: 2K

Warning: +18 minors DNI. MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. cursing? violence. mind blowing stuff.

A/N: Btw I am @castiellawolfkissed . This is just the new blog i’ll be posting on for this story. fyi. also. please don’t hate me. the chapter three people begged for but did not want by the end of it. maybe not the angle people expected. but i like where this is going but it’ll make sense. Love you guys. Mean it.

Title: Little Banshee Chapter Three

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Chapter one Chapter Two

It was the noise of opening and closing cabinet doors in the other room that woke me up from my slumber. With a fast-beating heart and sweaty palms I sat up quickly in the bed looking around the room. It was far too dark for me to tell where I was or investigate anything. I slowly began to take deep breaths as my eyes very slowly adjusted to the dark in the house to see what was in the room. The only warmth I felt was covers over me I could still feel the cold body laying beside that was now stirring beside me. Slowly sleep that was fogging up my brain was slipping away as the memory of yesterday flooded my brain slowly in bits and pieces.

“Shhh… you are safe little banshee,” He spoke softly but his voice sounded deeper as he was trying to wake up himself too.

I could hear shuffling at the door before a dip in the bed made me jump and push my back against the headboard of the bed without a second thought. “You are so jumpy in the morning aren’t you little banshee.” The female voice registered as Pam after a few second and I slowly began to catch my breath before it was soon gone the moment, she straddles my lap.

“Bastards never stocked the place, so we have to get food for her, but it’s still sun light outside,” Pam said sounding extremely annoyed while getting comfortable on my lap and stroking my cheek gently, “But good morning to you sleepy head.”

The kiss alone woke up ever feeling and nerve in my body as I began to kiss her back while I felt Eric’s kisses against my shoulder. “Pam call who you need too now. I don’t care how we get the fucking supplies,” Eric’s stern voice made me shiver and I could even feel Pam’s body stiffen from the command. I almost forgot who was in charge in the room.

Without saying a word, she left the room without saying another word leaving the both of us alone to sit in silence. I didn’t even know what to say and to nervous to even move at this point, but his hand began to roam my body a little bit more. He ran it slowly up my back, pealing it from the headboard, until I was pulled gently into his lap, “Don’t worry little banshee. We’ll get you fed soon. I can hear your stomach growling already,” he said simply.

“You don’t have to do this,” I whispered into his chest. The words were barely audible but with his hearing he heard it just fine.

“Yes, I do. We said we’re going to take care of you. I know it doesn’t make sense. I know it seems weird to have us be so kind to you after all you’ve been through, but you deserve to be taken care of.”

“You just met me,” I whispered.

This made him chuckle slightly, “Hmm true. When you have lived as long as we have, you begin to realize that humans’ lives are too short. For you it’s very unknown how long your lifespan is to be honest. Far too many stories in the world regarding Banshee’s. Each one adding their own culture into it but generally being the same regarding their powers.”

As he spoke, he was gently rubbing my back and rubbing gently circling on my hips in such calming way that it was easy to melt in his arms. I smiled as he continued to speak, “You’re not the first crazy creature that’s showed up on our doorstep. Not the last either, but the first with your story. You know our story and who we are and yet you trust us. We drank from you and could feel it to be genuine. You trusted us with no strings attached. Pam and I don’t receive that type of love often.”

“That’s because it’s true. I hope you know that.” I whispered.

“I know. You weirdo,” He whispered. I simply laughed. I didn’t expect it back so soon nor ever but them simply caring for me was enough.

“Can you do that with everyone, the whole see their lives when you feed off of them?” I asked softly playing with his hair.

“Not always. Sometimes it hits us whether we want it or not, and sometimes we don’t see a thing,” He whispered and leaning against my hand as he was almost purring at the affection.

“Why would people want me? Not in that way but why are they hunting me?” I asked. The affection was over as quickly as it started. I felt his hand move up and grab mine and move it to his lips to kiss it before he kissed my forehead.

“You jumped into what you’re saying is a fictional world. And if you’re saying this is the past then you also time traveled. Little banshee you’re able to do more than ring out the call of someone’s death. Something inside of you can do more and we need to find out what. Sadly, others are going to want to know too. Except they’re not going to be nice about it. Do you understand?”

I hated that he was speaking to me as if I was a child, but I understood why he was saying it like this. I could only assume he was trying to be gentle with me, but I nodded my head. “Yes, I understand.”

The conversation stuck with me for the rest of the day as both Eric and I tried our best to entertain ourselves while we waited for Pam. Not that we didn’t make out or touch, but it was hard to continue when we the question was in the air. Where the hell was pam? I had no way of contacting her and I saw Eric on the phone all day and could only assume it was his attempts to contact her or contact people who could find her at this point. Pam was his partner in life, and I understood that he was freaking out at this point and the guilt of her being out there before of me was killing me.

“You should go find her,” I finally said once we opened a few windows to let the moonlight in.

“I can’t leave you by yourself,” he said but I could see him looking at the door and the keys. I sighed.

“I can go—”

“I said no!” He yelled across the living room leaving me to suck in a sharp breath. I know he was upset I couldn’t blame him either and me nagging him wasn’t exactly helping either. Instead of instigating I backed away to give him space while he began to dial on his phone once more.

I was trying to make sure their coffins were okay when I heard the front door opening. It was either Pam or Eric finally left. I rushed out the room to see a man that didn’t belong here at all. I gasp so loud, and another sick feeling was creeping in my stomach. The same bubble of a scream was at the pit of my stomach was begun to crawl once more, but I tried my best to hold it back.

“Who the fuck are you,” Eric said standing in the way of the hallway.

The man slowly looked up and began to laugh with a cocky smile on his face, “You weak fucks and the inability to walk in day light. This universe is very strange and honestly can’t wait to get the fuck out of here. So how about you give me the girl. I’ll give you back the mouthy bitch in our van, and we’ll never have to see each other again.”

Eric with lightening speed was in the man’s face in a blink of an eye which made me gasp because the man just laughed again. “Well, I guess lightning speed is on your side, but weird we look a little alike. Maybe vampires are breed from the same fucking guy.”

Before I had a chance to even scream the man threw Eric into the living room wall and threw the bricks until he was laying outside. “Peter, grab her.”

The moment I felt his arm on me I punch him, but I knew his strength was stronger than mine, but I tried my best to struggle until the scream that was creeping up couldn’t be held back anymore. The scream was let out so strong that it rumbled the building we were in.

The arms that were around me let go quickly. All I could do was scream as the building around me began to collapse around me. I was pulled from the building until I felt metal underneath me and felt a hand around my mouth. And a vehicle being driven in light speed.

“How the fuck do you get her to stop!?” I heard yelling in my ear.

“She’ll stop when she’s ready just hold her tight. I should have just fucking killed you if I didn’t need answers from you,” that voice I knew and suddenly the screaming stopped, and it ended until I could finally feel normal once more.

It took far to long to finally be able to breath once more. I blinked a few times until the hand pulled away from me and the vehicles brakes were slammed making both mine, and the body behind me slam against the seats in front.

“Fucking Christ old geezer learn to drive!”

Before I knew it the back doors were open, and two men were on top of each other beating the crap out of each other before I had to run out of the vehicle. I took a deep breath and just let out the biggest banshee scream I could muster. I had never tried it on my own, but it disabled both because they both pulled away holding their ears.

Eric pulled away and rushed towards me and pulled his arms around me, “Okay I’ll stop!”

I stopped screaming to look at the man on the ground who looked rough from the collapsed building he must have run from. “Roman why are here!” I yelled.

“You know him?” “You know me!” Both men said at the same time before looking at each other. Roman coughed up blood but stood up before they looked at each other.

“Of course, I do.” I said softly. “You’re Roman Godfrey, CEO of Godfrey Industries and you don’t belong here!” I yelled slapping him across his face.

“Why are you here roman? What happened to everyone!?” I yelled.

“We don’t know but you screamed means someone died. I’m still very connected to Pam and I feel her very much alive,” Eric said before looking up at Roman who looked shocked and shook his head before looking like he was about to cry.

“I’m a fucking idiot.” He whispered. “I came here too. Help me. I’m trapped in my world. I want to break away and change things, but I guess I fucked that all up.”

I sighed trying to figure out what he might mean until it kind of clicked in my head what he meant but I needed more answers, “How old is your daughter Roman?”

He pulled the phone from his tattered suit jacket and showed a picture of an adorable child that looks about 1 or 2 standing up with a smile. That answered my question perfectly but that didn’t excuse his actions at all. I knew what he wanted but now what he wanted was going to be without his best friend unless we went back and changed his fuck up too.

“You realize I’m new to this right? I’m to all of this. I don’t even know how you crossed into this story and now I must save Peter. I now how to … wait if you know your ending. What is stopping you from getting help!?” I yelled.

“Because I’ve fucking tried and every therapist I get has gotten killed off!!!” He screamed back. “I’ve tried everything!”

I could feel Eric wanting to step in at this point, but I hold my hand to stop him. I understood what was happening. Roman was trying to fight back against one of the strongest enemies no one’s think of. The writer.

Eric must have felt my same realization as I felt his hand on my hip before he spoke while Roman tried to wipe away his tears,

“True,—This!

Beneath the rule of men entirely great

The pen is mightier than the sword. Behold

The arch-enchanters wand!— itself a nothing!—

But taking sorcery from the master-hand

To paralyse the Cæsars—and to strike

The loud earth breathless!—Take away the sword—

States can be saved without it”

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multifandomfanfiction · 3 years ago

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Sink Your Teeth Into Forever Chapter 13

TITLE: Sink Your Teeth Into Forever Chapter 13 PAIRING: Eric/Elle (OC) RATING: M CHAPTER: 13/? SUMMARY: Eleanor “Elle/Ellie” is a human girl raised by vampires. Godric and his nest to be exact. She was left on Godric’s doorstep as a baby. She’s not quite human though. When Godric goes missing, his mysterious progeny Eric Northman shows up to help. Elle has never met Eric before and Eric has never heard his Maker speak about Elle. Will these two get along? Or will Eric’s jealousy get the better of him?

Elle couldn’t be more happier to be back at home.

Her “date” with Jason had gone well enough, but he had tried to kiss her and she pulled away.

She’d never kissed anyone before and besides, she didn’t have feelings for Jason.

She was…well…she wasn’t technically Eric’s, but he treated her like she was. He treated her like a princess. He was still an asshole sometimes, but that was just his personality.

She was so conflicted!

She wanted to believe what Sookie told her, but she didn’t want to get her heart broken if Eric didn’t return her feelings.

She felt like crying. She wanted Godric to hold her and tell her everything was going to be alright, but her body also called out for Eric.

Elle changed out of her dress and wiped her face clean of the makeup. Instead of crawling back in bed with Godric, she ventured down to Eric’s bedroom.

He had a king size bed to fit his tall frame, so there was plenty of room for Elle.

She crawled under the covers and snuggled up to his side. She played with the gold chain around Eric’s neck.

He’d kept his word and never took it off, even while he slept.

Eventually, her eyes drooped and she fell asleep.

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Elle woke up to cold arms wrapping around her. At first she wasn’t sure if she was dreaming or not until Eric spoke.

“This is a nice surprise. If I wasn’t already dead, I’d say I’d died and gone to Valhalla.”

Elle rolled her eyes at his lame joke, before rolling over.

Eric’s blue eyes were open and staring at her. He pouted. “You took the makeup off.”

Eric felt Elle become offended and he laughed. “I didn’t mean it like that. You looked so beautiful.”

Elle blushed.

Eric caressed her burning cheek with a cold hand. “I love seeing you blush.”

That made Elle blush even harder.

The sweet scent of her blood became stronger and Eric sat up.

“You should go,” he told her.

Elle was confused. What had she done wrong?

“Please, Elle.”

Elle sat up and threw the covers back. She ran out of the room, trying to contain her tears.

Maybe Sookie was wrong. Maybe Eric didn’t have feelings for her after all.

Eric could hear her sniffling and a door slam. He sighed.

Her blood smelled so sweet and having her in his bed? It made him want to bite her, but he’d never feed on her without her permission. He cared too much for her.

Eric flopped back in his bed as he picked up his phone, setting her selfie as his phone background. If Godric ever turned her, he wanted to remember her like that.

With bright eyes and rosy cheeks.

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Eric was in his office doing paperwork when Elle came storming in.

She was angry.

He didn’t need their bond to tell him that. “Elle? What’s wrong?”

How could she tell him what she wanted? She placed a hand on his arm and showed him Jason almost kissing her.

Eric became angry and stood up.

Elle shook her head. She pointed at him and then back at herself.

“You…you want me to kiss you?” he asked.

Elle nodded. She had hoped he would kiss her earlier, but he shut down for some reason.

Eric hesitated for a moment, before saying, “Okay.” He grasped her chin in his hand and leaned down, lightly pressing his lips to hers.

Elle pressed back into him, clutching onto his leather jacket.

He kissed her gently, not wanting to frighten her.

She tasted like innocence and sunshine with a hint of something darker.

Eric could feel her arousal through their bond.

Elle pulled away to breathe and Eric immediately pulled her back in for another kiss. This one rougher than the first.

One of Eric’s hands buried itself in her hair while another settled on her back.

Elle clutched at Eric’s neck, trying to get closer to him. She let out a squeak when Eric picked her up and set her on his desk.

At some point, Elle felt Eric’s fangs drop and she pulled away.

Eric stepped back, afraid he had scared her.

Elle shook her head. She very carefully and slowly reached out and touched Eric’s fang with her small pointer finger. She’d seen Godric’s fangs before, but never this close up.

Eric stood completely still, staring down at her in wonder. It had been so long since someone had treated him with such a gentle touch. Eric took her hand and kissed her wrist. He felt her heartbeat speed up and his mind was flooded with affection and love. Eric leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

Pam decided at that moment to enter the room. “Well, my, my, my.”

Elle blushed.

“Yes Pam?” Eric asked.

“Vampire daddy was wondering where his baby girl was,” she said.

Godric walked into the office.

Elle suddenly felt very ashamed at being caught with his progeny and Eric could feel her fold into herself.

“Ellie, I was wondering where you got off to,” Godric said. He walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. Godric was hit with immense sadness and guilt. “Elle? What’s wrong, my sweet?”

Elle shrugged his hand off and retreated into the bathroom where the vampires could hear her crying.

Godric looked at Eric.

“Elle came into my office and asked me to kiss her. I…I think she enjoyed it.”

Godric approached the bathroom door. “Ellie?”

The door stayed shut.

“You should not feel ashamed about your feelings for Eric. You share a bond with him and I would never come in between that.”

“She’s still very conflicted,” Eric said, feeling her half of the bond.

“If you want to pursue a relationship with Eric, I won’t stand in the way. All I want is for you two to be happy.”

Eric felt a little uncertainty mixed with fondness.

Elle came out of the bathroom and walked over to Eric. She took his hand in hers and placed it over her heart.

“I don’t understand,” he said.

Godric smiled wistfully. “It’s her way of saying you have her heart.” Godric had taught her that gesture as a small child, so she could quickly express her feelings.

“If I was alive, I’d puke,” Pam said.

“Then you can leave,” Eric told her, not taking his eyes off Elle.

A door slammed and Eric took one of Elle’s hands and placed it over his non-beating heart.

“Du har mitt hjärta också (You have my heart as well).”

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saltyluminaryvoid · 3 years ago

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Meet Your Maker

Chapter Two: What Goes Around Comes Around

A Godric x coloured OC Imagine.

A short story on Mastani Zavare, a young elusive heiress who goes missing. 24 hrs after the amber alert is called, she awakes as the second born child of Godric. Follow her as she navigates the vampiric hierarchy, her blood lust for revenge and awakening feelings for the two vampires in her life.

chapter one here

“My mother would have told me to move on and allow Karma to do her work, but I am my own force of nature and I take my fate into my hands tonight.” -SimpilySuspicious.

The night had only begun and Eric was high on blood and sex, Fangtasia as always was thrumming with the wild beats of drunken hearts, hushed provocations into ears and human arousal. Much to his dismay, the beautiful naked man in his dungeon did little to quell his anger and even little to comfort him. After his futile attempts (which in true Eric fashion ranged from pained anger to pleading deliberations) to convince his maker to return to Louisiana and not take his own life, Eric was commanded to promptly return to sheriffdom. With no way to disobey his maker, he left Dallas and Sookie behind that very night, unable to follow Godric as he took to the skies. His maker with a sombre smile had begrudgingly accepted his childe’s last wish to leave their bond intact until he met true death. Godric had always known, Eric would rather first meet the true death than relinquish his bond to his maker.

Eric nearly lost in the depths of pain, continued to brutally fuck and drink from the young man hanging by arms, legs wrapped around his waist as the human screamed in both pain and ecstasy. So caught into the depths of his depression, the sudden but short gush of renewed joy coupled with the formation of an added family bond left him frozen. The human turned from screaming to loud pants and moans as he desperately tried to catch his breath. As quickly as Eric stopped his thrusts began with renewed vigour as peace flooded through him and smile made its way onto his face at the thoughts for a baby sibling. The human came once more legs quivering for the very last time that night as the Viking finished his meal, leaving the young man with an offering of his blood in thanks. Eric's mind set to now make nest preparations to welcome his maker and sibling home.

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Perched high upon the forest canopy, with arms gripped tightly around his newborn Godric began to concoct a devious plan to drive the four humans to insanity. But first it was time to feed his ravenous daughter. Confident in his maker’s command Godric released Mastani from his powerful grasp and with the practised ease of two thousand years of stalking unwilling victims Godric pounced.

First, he quickly and efficiently glamoured the four, noting the strong resemblance between the lone woman and his childe not to mention the bit of vile conservation she spewed, he easily determined her to be the mastermind. Using his bond as a guide to fulfil his daughter’s wishes, he kept the woman behind. The bond flared with feelings of betrayal, hurt and anger towards the woman and Godric felt his emotions arise as the need to sink his teeth into her and snap the woman’s neck himself grew. Godric halted and cleared his head. Reprimanding himself softly, to gain better control of his emotions. He was over two millennia, he should know better than to allow emotions of the bond to affect sound judgement. As per Mastani’s fantasies he sent the three men on their way but he allowed them a few drops of his ancient blood to ensure he would always be aware of their location. She had known them longer and wished for them to suffer greatly for their betrayal to the family by her hands. And yes it had occurred to him that maybe it wasn’t the greatest idea to use the human who manipulated the scum of the earth to murder and defile her own sister as the first meal for said sister. Hopefully he could turn it into a grounding lesson in control before his first born corrupts his new sister with his antics, Godric thought despairingly but somewhat fondly at the thought of seeing his Viking soon.

Up above, Mastani looked on frozen in her perch, unable to act upon her preservation instincts. Snarls escaped her as the angel approached the danger and passed commands over them. deep down she would feel two presences, one unfamiliar but safe her instincts spoke, hovering within and gentling probing within her in curiosity and wonder and one which called her to her angel. Nervously looking down, Mastani tightened her grip upon the tree and fear flooded into the shared bond.

Her angel looked up, a fond smile playing upon his lips as he held his hands out, a promise to catch her she realised, and once again beckoned her to his arms. Her un-beating heart surged as unknown feelings of calm and protectiveness surged into her, urging her to trust which in turn gave her the push she needed to make the jump. (Later she would realise those feelings came from the unknown bond which began to slowly intertwine closely with hers:) Closing her eyes, she could feel the caress of the wind and hear the unnatural stillness of the forest for miles on end. But her senses were immediately honed on the steady beat of the human’s heart, even in the cool strong arms of her maker, all she could focus upon was the tightening pangs of hunger rolling through her body.

With a maker’s command to his voice, Godric spoke firmly, “You will not feed on a human without my express permission and guidance, in any event where u are surrounded by humans and tempted to feed you will keep a reasonable distance from the human and then you will immediately call for me through our bond.”

“Yes maker,” the words left her lips before she could even understand the significance of what she had spoken. And as the confusion marred her face, Godric spoke, “We will discuss terms after I see you are properly fed, now for our first lesson I will teach u how to locate the vein and properly feed.”

“Unfortunately for you my childe, those lessons will be far and few in between this first century, as mainstreaming and the media has made it nearly impossible for newborns to freely feed on humans.” He brought the wrist of the compelled human forward and positioned himself right behind Mastani ensuring to keep his left arm wrapped snugly around her waist out of protective instincts. Mastani could do nothing but remain where her maker commanded her. Godric brought his mouth to her ear and spoke lowly but not quite a whisper “We will start at the wrist, the flow of the blood comes slowly and it takes a great deal of effort for a vampire to drain a human from here.” “I will teach you another time to listen to the heart as you feed, for now, let me guide you.” Godric then guided her fangs towards the human wrist, “Now you will bite right here and remove your fangs before u begin to truly digest the blood.”

Godric had always prided himself in being able to properly satisfy the needs of his progeny, no matter how sexual or vengeful they were. As he had done for Eric he would do for his daughter. So Godric did nothing but watch as the newborn surged forward and sank her fangs into the human’s wrist, who could do nothing but scream and writhe in absolute agony. Now he couldn’t help but reminisce on the early days he spent teaching and guiding a newborn Eric. At those thoughts sadness and guilt pang within him as he thought back to that final night in Dallas. He certainly owed his Viking an apology. As the beats of the human heart began to dim, Godric sprung into action.

Mastani moaned in pleasure as the warm blood flooded into her mouth, igniting sparks of arousal as the blood seeped into her limbs and brought colour to her cheeks. Her maker’s voice, whispering incentives into her ears, leading her out of the blood daze as she petulantly release her grip upon the human. Godric, watched on as his childe mouth formed into a stubborn pout, the beginnings of a complaint upon her lips Godric couldn’t resist as he swept in and left a light peck upon them. Chuckling to himself as her face flushed red and the complaint turned into flustered nonsensical noises. Being the tease he brought her into his embrace and left another kiss upon her exposed shoulder. Only stopping himself from going further as the human released pained groans whilst attempting to stop the bleeding wound. Irritation ignited within as he harshly dragged the human woman closer, her back now pressed against his front, Mastani looking on in open desire as he sunk his own fangs into the human’s neck. The human continued to cry but he paid her no bother, he had a lesson to continue. Besides she allowed no mercy to her sister and he would allow none to her. Releasing his fangs from her neck, he beckoned Mastani forward to allow her to continue her meal. Gently guiding her to take slow gulps of blood as he listened intently to the human’s heart as he wanted the human to live and suffer.

At her maker’s command Mastani once again released her hold. This time she no longer felt the pangs of pain but rather a wave of tiredness flooded through her. She watched on as Godric commanded the human to return to her housing, rest, eat and remain there until Godric returned for her. Satisfied with his glamour, Godric turned his attention towards his progeny and long 3 hours of flying to Louisiana tonight but first a bath for his young one was in order.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE

Hi guys, the next chapter I plan to put up will be from the perspective of our OC. A little background on her human life and the events leading to her death. This will be a very short series, no more than six chapters at the very least. Also thank you all for sticking around so long for an update, university and life has really been a mess this past year. Also with me re-watching true blood and falling down the Eric Northman rabbit hole once again, don’t be surprised to find his scenes in a more risque manner. Also I wrote this story with a brown girl as oc because there is barely any true blood fanfic out there with a brown oc.

P.S If u couldn’t tell I’m so excited to build the cutest sibling relationship between the two.

#Alexander Skarsgard #true blood godric #true blood #brown skin #brown girl #meet your maker #alexander skarsgard x reader #eric northman #eric northman x reader #eric northman x reader x godric #maker godric x oc reader #cw #godric imagine #godric x oc #sookie stackhouse #pamela #Pam De Beaufort #true blood pam #fluff

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skarsgard-daydreams · 3 years ago

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Eric: She asked me if I thought we were equals.

Pam: And you said yes, like a liar.

Eric: Not exactly.

Pam: Oh, you weaseled your way out of it instead? Clever boy.

Eric: Pam.

Pam: What, do you want me to be silent because I'm a woman?

Eric: Why do you always thrust your Victorian mores on me?

Pam: That's not the only thing I can thrust.

Eric: PAM.

#eric northman #pam de beaufort #imagine

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scxrsgxrd · 4 years ago

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Masterlist

- These works are intended for 18+ ONLY

- These works are written for fanfiction purposes and all characters included are fictional

Last updated: May 4th 2021

Bill Skarsgård:

Fics:

The vendetta

Overstimulation

Listen to daddy

Suspicious minds: part one , part two

Roman Godfrey:

Fics:

Daddy’s lap

Drabbles:

Roman being Roman

Gordon Merkel:

Fics:

Remedy: part one , part two, part three, part four part five

Drabbles:

The lies will keep you safe

The coat

When in Moscow

Axel Cluney:

Fics:

Dive bar

Drabbles:

Drag racing

Car troubles

Axel ft AHA

Willard Russell:

Fics:

No Good (complete): part one , part two , part three , part four

Henry Pearl:

Drabbles:

Going down on you for the first time

Mickey:

Drabbles:

Subby!Mickey series:

Being a good boy

Punishment

The game

Winners and losers

The cookie incident

The parents

The reward

Office hours (part one)

Office hours (part two)

Soft Mickey things

A Valentine’s treat

Alexander Skarsgård:

Eric Northman:

Drabbles:

Patience

When Pam and Eric met Roman

#masterlist #bill skarsgard #bill skårsgard #bill skarsgard fanfiction #bill skarsgard imagine #bill skarsgard smut #Roman Godfrey #gordon merkel #axel cluney #henry pearl #eric northman #pam de beaufort

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cas-kingdom · 4 years ago

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Only Human

A/N: A True Blood story (set around season 3, maybe??) with Eric and the reader as a human he took in years ago. Dedicated to @azurethevampire - happy birthday! Hope this makes your day a little better. <3

Title: Only Human

Summary: For sixteen years, one of Eric’s rules has been to never leave Fangtasia unaccompanied during the day. But you apparently have no concern for your life, because you’ve left Fangtasia, alone, the sun still high in the sky, on a pure act of rebellion... and Eric’s not happy.

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There was only one way out of this.

If the survival instincts – of which there were many – you’d picked up over your sixteen years had taught you anything, it was most certainly that.

There was only one way out of this, and it wasn’t a good way.

At least not in the long run.

Right now, in this moment, it was your only way of surviving... but you were pretty sure that, in time to come, surviving would not look as appealing…

You grunted as you hit the gravelly floor face-first, head just missing a large, conveniently placed rock. A hand grabbed the shoulder of your jacket and yanked you up, whipping you around so fast you were disoriented for a good few seconds, but it wasn’t long at all before you met the face of the creep who’d pushed you out of the pub and around the back of it no more than a minute ago, followed by a couple of his friends.

“Never seen such a beauty like you ‘round here before,” his thick Louisianan accent had remarked along with the sickening smirk on his chapped lips. He’d been so close, a bottle of beer in his calloused hand, his friends waiting behind him like predators ogling their prey. The smell of alcohol had been heavy on his breath, surprising for the time of day – or maybe it wasn’t, how should you know? – but the music and chatter of the pub had been almost deafening and you’d known a cry for help would be pitiful and for nought, therefore you’d done your very best to calmly stand to your feet and move past them, only for them to violently grab you and haul you outside.

Of course they’d never seen you before. It was day. You were supposed to be asleep.

God, he was going to kill you.

That’s if these guys don’t do it first, came the voice in the back of your head, and you anxiously swallowed the bile in your throat at the greedy looks on their faces.

It took you only a second to whip your eyes up and check the sun’s location.

Three minutes.

Already you could feel a distant tug at the invisible rope tied to your chest.

Not long, now. You can hold them off for three minutes.

“What do you think, boys?” the alcoholic – though the likelihood was that they were all alcoholics – asked his friends, clumsily turning his head as his grip on you tightened. “Do you reckon if we mess her face up good, no one else’ll want her and we’ll have her to ourselves?”

The men rowdily cheered.

Your heart jumped a little more, a dizzy sort of feeling encircling your red face, and you felt that rope being tugged on a little more forcibly.

The man began to fiddle with the buckle of his belt. Eyes growing wide, you tried to step back but was halted quickly by the hand on your jacket. “Stop moving, bitch!”

Damn drunks.

Breathing slightly more erratic, you glanced up again.

Two minutes.

He brought his knee up and jerked it in your stomach, causing you to let out a yell of both pain and surprise and double over.

Fuck. You should have stayed at home. You should have fought the fucking urge to be human.

The moment the other two men’s hands began inching down to their own belts, your panic quickly overtook you, and you shook your head frantically. “I-if you wanna live, you should probably let me go!” you stuttered out in the best possible voice of confidence that you could manage in your situation.

The men were silent and still for a moment before they fell about laughing. You flicked your eyes up to the ever-darkening sky once again.

“And why’s that, sweetheart?” one of the croons asked, and you felt your insides turn upside down at the term of endearment.

Ignoring it, you lifted your chin and spoke up. “Do- do you know what a blood bond is?” you asked almost breathily.

They glanced at each other. Of course they didn’t.

You continued.

“It’s the bond that forms between a vampire and a human once their blood has been shared with each other,” you said tautly. “And it- it allows the vampire to feel exactly what their human is feeling.” And vice versa, you could have said, but there wasn’t much point. “Even if they’re miles from each other, a vampire is fast enough to make it to their human in seconds. And I’m not gonna deny it, guys… right now, I’m pretty damn terrified.”

Either their brains were too addled by the alcohol to read between the lines of what you were saying, or slow-mindedness truly was a curse among humans you’d been lucky enough to avoid... but they didn’t react other than turning confused looks on each other, eyebrows furrowed and lines creasing their foreheads.

“The hell has that got to do with anything?” the man holding you asked. Or bellowed, rather, with the accompaniment of a strong smell of beer and a ringing in your ears which made you wince and that dizzy feeling grow stronger.

One more desperate look up and... yes. You could have almost breathed out a sigh of relief. “It’s got to do with the fact that I was raised by a vampire, one of the oldest in the world...” you said, “and there’re ten seconds ‘til sundown.”

Counting down the seconds was fun – or maybe it just proved to be an effective way of keeping you distracted. The men hadn’t reacted to your words, as to be expected, really, and exactly twenty-three seconds after the last one had left your lips, a rush of air collided into you – or, more specifically, the man with his dirty hand on you – and threw the three humans away. There were screams, and you supposed there was also blood, but you’d turned as soon as you were free and brought your shaking hands up to your face.

Moments later, a red hand twisted you none-too-gently around to see a pale face with a bloody mouth. Eyes – iced with rage – briefly scanned you for any visible injuries before you were lifted into a pair of strong arms and found the wind blowing through your hair as you were brought back home. Back to safety. Back to the place you knew survival would soon become less appealing.

The bar opened a while after sundown each night, so you had time. Somehow, you wished it didn’t and that the inevitable discussion the two of you were due could wait until the blood-soaked vampire who’d dropped you, stumbling, in the middle of the bar and told you to stay put while he cleaned up had cooled down a little. He hadn’t said more than a few words to you as of yet, and that was most definitely not a good sign. It meant he was too infuriated to have full confidence in dealing with you while holding back on ripping you apart… a silently angry Eric had always terrified you more than a not-silently angry Eric.

You’d stood where he’d left you for about a full minute after he rushed off to do as he’d said, attempting to regain some sort of control over your trembling body and whirring thoughts. On one hand, you wished to get the discussion over with as soon as possible, and on the other you wanted more than anything to wait for months and months until every ounce of anger had left him.

Sniffing, you shrugged off your jacket, feeling as though it suddenly weighted you down immensely. You knew Eric wouldn’t be long – despite your personal opinion, he’d want to get it over with before Fangtasia opened for the night – and so you made your way to a sofa in the corner of the bar and sat down, scooting back and crossing your legs in front of you. The room was silent for the briefest of moments before you groaned and dropped your head in your hands, slouching over.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. You were so stupid.

Why couldn’t you just follow the rules and be good? You’d done well enough before today!

As expected, it didn’t take Eric long to do what he needed to, and less than five minutes after the two of you had arrived back, he strode through the door in a fresh suit, hair slicked back and skin and clothes completely free from blood. His eyes were locked on where his hand was fiddling with the cuff at his wrist but flicked over to you once he was near enough.

You avoided his gaze, glancing down at your fidgeting hands. His heavy footsteps stopped after a moment and you knew he was standing over you.

“Are you okay?” his deep voice pierced the wonderful silence you’d grown to praise and you glanced up at him. His eyes, relentless and raging, had toned down a little, though there was still that residual anger turning in them like waves on a rough sea during a storm, and so you stepped carefully.

“Yes,” you told him, so quiet you were almost ashamed.

“What is my number one rule?”

“Don’t lie.”

“So, I’ll ask again. Are you okay?”

“Not really, no.”

“Are you hurt?”

“A bit.”

“Show me.”

He crouched down in front of you and you showed him. There was a cut on your chin from the rock the rest of your face had barely missed, and a few aching bruises on your shoulder and arms where the man had harshly grabbed at you, but the majority of your pain revolved around your stomach, where his hard knee had jabbed into you. You felt as though there was a ginormous boulder there, sitting on your organs and occasionally taking your attention away from breathing. That and the surging dizziness was making you feel nauseous.

Eric was surprisingly gentle as he checked you over. His cold hand gripped the bottom of your chin and turned your face this way and that before he lightly grazed his fingers over your bruises. You were extremely grateful when he reached behind him for an empty glass on the table by the sofa, extended his fangs, pricked his thumb and waited for five or so drops of his blood to fall into it with a quiet clink before handing it to you and standing to his feet once more.

You drank the blood, feeling it slide down your throat and work on healing you. Almost immediately, the vertigo and nausea faded away and you breathed a deep sigh, not only due to the relief but because Eric had focused on healing you before berating you, therefore at least some of his anger had to have dissipated.

But not all of it, you were one hundred percent certain. He was a vampire. Vampires didn’t recover from anger in less than ten minutes.

He was standing a little way away from you, arms crossed over his chest and head dipped dangerously low. His eyes were fixed entirely on you, and you felt yourself shiver a little under his stare as you placed the glass back on the table.

“You realise that there are creatures out there who know you are a human in the care of a vampire and will use that to their advantage.” He broke the silence with that one sentence, and when you looked up you noticed his position had not changed at all. “Or, as you came to realise,” he continued, “drunk humans who will see you as nothing but a sixteen-year-old female, alone, and more than vulnerable.”

You absently bit your lip. “Yes.”

“Yet you went ahead and left the bar at a time you know I can’t come to you?”

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was way too quiet, but you supposed it payed to have a vampire with super-hearing.

Or not.

He ignored your apology, brushing it off as though you hadn’t said it all which, really, could very well have been the case. Instead, he lifted his head the slightest bit and bore his blue eyes further into your skull. “I did not save you sixteen years ago only for you to kill yourself in some foolish venture to be rebellious, do you understand?”

You understood. After all, Eric had risked a lot all those years ago, taking an infant human into his care after finding her in the remains of a burnt village in Norway, and though his intentions had of course laid anywhere besides doing the right thing and taking an infant human into his care after finding her in the remains of a burnt village – rather, he’d been intrigued by the idea of raising a child to love you and then turning her once she was old enough – it’d still been an un-vampire-like thing to do and he’d risked too much for you to get yourself raped and quite possibly murdered in the back of a cheap pub in Shreveport.

At least make sure it’s high-end, would be something he’d joke about if he weren’t in the mood that he was in.

You nodded. A pathetic response, you knew. Especially to him.

He stared. Truthfully, he had been more shocked than anything to find you not in the bar – his bar – when he had woken and therefore his mind had immediately turned to other ideas which largely involved people somehow breaking into the club and kidnapping you while he and Pam had been dead to the world.

He’d gotten up early, when the sun was still visible outside, simply pacing, fists clenching and unclenching as the fear spread and grew like a wildfire, and as soon as the sun had dipped out of sight and it was safe to go outside, he’d raced to find you, following your panic as though they were breadcrumbs. He’d seen you there in the hands of a bulky human man, two more behind him, chuckling like school children, understood their intentions immediately, and not hesitated in the slightest before attacking all three of them.

If you were any younger, he likely would be currently blowing a much larger fuse, but he knew a lot of the time you were capable of looking after yourself, and therefore after he’d realised you’d left the building of your own free-will, he was more irritated at that than anything. That and the men, of course. He had not felt anger like that in a long while.

As he’d said, the human world was a secret to you and therefore a danger. He figured you’d have much better luck fighting off vampires than humans. And he was almost certain you had some motive for leaving, unlike that time you’d attempted to at ten years old simply because there was a puppy outside. Thankfully, he’d caught you then, but with growing maturity came growing knowledge, and you knew him well enough to know exactly how to leave without alerting him.

“You could have been killed.” His voice deepened, and he found himself involuntarily balling his hands into fists once again. “Not just by those men. By anything. A werewolf who has seen you with me before. A human working for a vampire who would so love to use you as leverage. I am not well-liked. You know that. It means your life is usually unsafe.”

You knew that. God, did you. Eric had always drilled it into you: “I have made many enemies over my years as a vampire and not one of them would look at you twice before snapping you in two.”

A slow yet sturdy courage – not much, but enough – built up in you and you shook your head, lifting your eyes to stare across at him. “I just... wanted to know what it felt like to be a proper human! You know, go out in the day, drink beer at the pub, kinda human...”

Eric blinked and turned to pace. “You go out in the day.”

“Not every day.”

“Do you want to?”

“I don’t know... I went tonight because I woke early and- ugh.” You buried your head in your hands and shook it wildly, tousled hair flying about. “I was stupid, alright? I thought I’d be back before you woke properly and you wouldn’t even know I’d gone, which is stupid, really, because you always know when I’m not telling you something.”

The corners of the vampire’s lips drew upwards and he stopped his short pacing. He was quiet for a brief moment – though, really, it felt like a lifetime to you – before he spoke. “You are not stupid,” he told you firmly, “you are human.”

“What does that mean?” Your head was still in your hands.

He sighed. “It means... I understand that you’re not a vampire… and though you’ve lived with them your whole life, one cannot blame you for sometimes giving into your human urges. Going out during the day being one of them.”

You lifted your head to look at him. Really, you were pleasantly – and yet unpleasantly at the same time – surprised at how well he was handling it. You had left the bar unaccompanied during the day, a rule you were supposed to stick to better than most, and yet he’d barely raised his voice at you.

“I thought you would be more angry with me,” you told him, both quietly and a little sheepishly.

Eric rose an eyebrow. “Who’s to say I’m not?” he asked, and you shrugged, turning your attention back down to your fingers, subconsciously tapping at each other and fidgeting as they always had done when you were nervous.

He sighed in defeat. “When I woke to a feeling of panic, I knew it was you and I... began to panic myself,” he admitted. You glanced wearily up at him. He stopped in the middle of the room and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands. It wasn’t uncharacteristic of him to say such a thing, believe it or not. Your life was full of horrors he’d much rather you not see, and therefore he had experienced many a moment in which something would scare you and he’d be alerted to that through the invisible rope which had bound the two of you together since you were months old and had been growing stronger since. No matter the vampire-human rules, it wasn’t a secret to either of you that he cared for you more than he did anyone, and each time you panicked he feared something had happened that would take you from him.

“So, I am not angry at you,” he continued. “Rather, I am trying to get rid of the residual fright I’m feeling as a result of your disappearance, and the way that is happening is by it converting itself to anger. But-” He sighed once more, a long, deep sound which seemed to echo around the quiet, empty room. “But I am not angry. I was. First at you, and then at the three men when I recognised their intentions, and then at you again...” He made an absently indescribable face, as though suddenly realising that he had killed three men without so much as a word and would likely need to report that at some point. He turned back to you. “You definitely could have done worse, though do not take that as invitation. I am merely disappointed and irritated. Understand how you can’t blame me for that.”

“I understand.”

He seemed to relax a little after that, shoulders slacking. He loosely stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked sternly at you once more. “This is why I don’t allow you out without someone I trust, though I’m sure you knew that already.”

You nodded once and looked down at his shoes, newly polished black leather, shining in the dim light from the ceiling. “I did know that, and I’m sorry for leaving. I really wasn’t thinking. I thought… I thought it would be harmless, but I see now why you made it a rule not to leave home by myself.”

“Mhm.”

It was silent once again, the only noise being the distant sound of Pam’s heels clacking on the floor somewhere in the building. This silence wasn’t as tense, however. Instead, there was a slight peace hanging over your heads.

He broke the stillness again, face turned towards the door. “Those men were about to do... unsavoury things to you,” he said almost distractedly, though his jaw was clenched. You knew it, and yet your heart spiked when the words left his mouth.

A small nod was your response. He turned his head to face you and saw your hands begin to wring fervently and your teeth chewing at your bottom lip. That faded wave of recognisable panic washed briefly over him and he dipped his head the tiniest bit, relaxing his features. “Älskling...”

It was in Swedish, yes, but it still meant the same thing. Sweetheart. Those disgusting fingers reaching for the tattered belt rushed into your mind again and you felt your palms growing sweaty.

True, you lived a dangerous life, and you’d been taught what to do in... unsavoury situations, but those unsavoury situations usually revolved around the supernatural. Whether they were vampires, werewolves, even goddamn fairies, you knew what to do, but the world of humans... now, that was different. That was dangerous. And in that moment, surrounded by three drunk men who wanted nothing more than to put their filthy hands on your skin, you’d been more scared than you could ever remember being. Perhaps why Eric had been in such a frenzy. Either way, you hated feeling and remembering it again.

“Are you alright?” His voice was soft. Softer.

You gulped down that bile again and took in a shuddering breath. “You’ve already-”

“No, no. Not physically.”

You looked over at him. “Is it... okay not to be?”

“Yes.”

A nod. “Then… not really.” And a tear leaked from your eye, tracking silver as it ran hastily down your cheek. In all honesty, you were a little ashamed at that. You’d learnt to hide your emotions well around vampires, though you knew Eric hated you doing so.

That was only proved when you felt his finger wipe that tear from your chin, and you glanced up with wet eyes to see him crouched in front of you once more. You sniffed, and he straightened a little, though only to seat himself next to you. His long arm wrapped itself around you and you leaned into him all too eagerly, hiding your face in his clean suit as he turned a little towards you and rested his chin on top of your head. His free hand found its rightful place on the back of your head and you calmed immediately when you felt the tell-tale back-and-forth motions of his thumb.

It was quiet for another moment, and you felt as though you could fall asleep where you were sat, but you doubted it was the right time for that.

“I once knew a vampire who told me that the only monsters on this earth are the humans,” Eric said softly, still rubbing his thumb along the back of your head, “and that we, the vampires, and I suppose every other supernatural being, truly belong here instead of them.”

Your hand, somewhere along the way, had curled itself into his blazer, and it stayed that way even while you talked. “The man called me sweetheart,” you just about squeaked out, “and I... well, that’s what you call me...”

You couldn’t see him, but that put-out fire of fury returned, flashing through his eyes for a moment at the thought of the men who had been so close to defiling you. Obviously, there was nothing more that he could do apart from wish the men alive again so he could tear through them with his teeth once more, but he knew that to show his anger would do you no good. Instead, he swallowed back his wrath and held you that bit closer to him. “Forget about them,” he told you gently. “I know it is no small feat, but it is the best you can do to force what happened out of your mind.” His eyes flicked up to look aimlessly ahead. “I’m not sure how I would feel about never calling you sweetheart again...” He felt your small jerk of breathy laughter and a tiny smile of victory pulled at his lips.

“I wish I were a vampire. Then I could have ripped off their heads.”

He rose an eyebrow. “You will be one day, though not solely for the purpose of ripping off heads, I'm sure. Besides, if you were a vampire, you would have been sleeping soundly next to me, and I would have received extra time asleep without waking suddenly and feeling as though I’ve been hit with a barrage of fear.”

“Sorry.”

“I was teasing, Y/N.” He craned his head a little to look down at you as his ears picked up the sound of a yawn and pushed you gently away from him. “Are you tired?”

“A little.”

“What time did you leave here?” He brought his arm back around and brushed your hair away from your face. He noticed your grip still on his blazer but didn’t comment.

“About an hour before you came for me. Though I walked slowly and just... treasured it for a while before arriving, I guess,” you told him, reaching up with your free hand to rub at your eyes.

He hummed softly under his breath. “You didn’t drink any alcohol, did you? I couldn’t smell it on you.”

“No.”

“What did you do, then?”

You shrugged, moving to lean your head back against his shoulder. “Just people-watched.”

An eyebrow rose. “Is that something humans do?”

You shrugged. “I know as much as you.”

“True.” He turned his head towards the door to the bar and you guessed he could hear people and cars beginning to enter the parking lot. “Good girl,” he said a moment later. You looked quizzically up at him and he flicked his eyes down to you. “For not drinking. If you had, your punishment would be much more severe, let me assure you.”

You breathed a laugh and Eric’s own smile played languidly on his lips at your next words. “Don’t worry. I’m not at that rebellious stage just yet.”

“For both our sakes, let’s hope you never reach it.” With a brief kiss to the top of your head he stood to his feet, softly prying your hand from his clothes and stroking his thumb along the back of it. You twisted around to face him as he kept your hand in his. “You handled it well, you know,” he told you and you knew he meant the men.

“So did you.”

He smirked and dropped your hand to straighten his blazer and smooth back his hair. “Thank you. I take pride in my work.”

Your smile widened and you wiped once more at your eyes before taking a steadying breath of air and standing up. “I am sorry,” you said sincerely.

“I know.” He stepped towards you and placed his hands on your shoulders, ensuring you were looking at him before he spoke again. When he did, his eyes were wide with seriousness and he looked as he always did when saying something that he wished for you to listen to more than you had ever listened to anything. “But do not do it again. If you’re seriously desperate for more time in the sun than what I already allow, tell me, and I will arrange it with Sookie.”

You nodded in understanding and wrapped your arms around him. Eric, knowing nobody was around, briefly did the same. “Thank God you didn’t say Ginger.”

He smirked and popped an eyebrow. “I will change it to Ginger the next time you do something which disappoints me.”

“Got it,” you said. His smirk lessened to a kind smile and you relished it. After Fangtasia closed, no doubt he’d be in a dour mood from ‘annoying humans’ and ‘vampires who are so bored they fight whoever looks at them funny’. For now, he was your Eric. The best Eric.

“Go and get some sleep,” he said smoothly, moving away from you supposedly to find Pam. He stopped to pick up the jacket you’d shrugged off earlier, probably intending on washing it you realised with no small amount of relief, and turned, pointing a long finger in your direction. “When you wake up, put your electronics – all of them – in my office. They’ll be there until I say otherwise. And Sookie was supposed to take you ice-skating next week. She will not be anymore.”

He turned on his heel and pushed through the door, and you heaved a sigh. You’d expected it, of course, and you couldn’t complain. You knew you deserved it and you’d definitely received worse in the past.

With a yawn, you walked to the bar to grab a bottled water from the fridge before moving to make your way up to your room. You passed Pam as you went and she gave you a little nod, eyes roving over you in obvious yet discreet concern but not making a noise. You figured she’d woken after Eric had.

Once in your room, you grabbed up your laptop and any other electronic before placing them on your desk, ready to take into the office once you’d woken from your nap. Sleep was becoming all too desirable now, and so it didn’t take you long to quickly slip off your shoes, climb into bed, and bury yourself under the mountainous covers.

You liked sleeping when it was dark out, and you’d realised some time ago that that was plainly because it was such a human thing to do (just like going out in the day). Even with the distant noise of Fangtasia opening its doors below you, and the clamour of loud music turning on and the chatter of vampires and humans alike, you found it was easy to drift off to sleep.

And you did so with a smile on your face. Because, no matter how many human urges you experienced, and how many times you wished you could go to school like other humans your age and shop with your human friends when the sun was up... it all eventually came back to this. To your life. To the clamour and chatter of Fangtasia, and the tell-tale thumping of Eric’s shoes as he went down the stairs towards the bar, and the moaning of Pam as she walked up the stairs having already spilled Tru Blood on her clothes...

Because, despite those petty human desires, this was home. Eric was home. And, in the long run, you couldn’t wish for a better one.

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fanficimagery · 5 years ago

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Imagine being a pseudo daughter to one of the most feared vampires in existence. Godric's needed elsewhere for an important meeting, so he's decided to leave you in the care of his eldest progeny that you haven't seen in many years.

Eric X Reader

The last you'd seen of Eric the Viking, he was sneering down at you and arguing with Godric about taking in a pet human at such a young age. Vampires, before they decided to come out of the coffin, had ransacked the halfway house your ex-addict of a mother was raising you in and you ended up being the sole survivor of that horrendous night. Not one vampire had expected to come across a child and a female vampire, Isabelle, took you back to her nest and presented you to the area Sheriff with fear in her eyes.

Godric, who'd been the Sheriff and the oldest being in the room, had taken in your blood splattered appearance and refused to have any more harm brought down upon you. You didn't know what it was that made Godric spare you that night so long ago, but you were grateful for it.

Now at the age of twenty-two, you're sitting pretty well for a human in a world where vampires had made themselves known. You were untouchable and many vampires hated the fact that Godric doted on a blood bag which is why you're about to be reintroduced to Godric's first Child that hated you so long ago in hopes that he had changed and would offer you some sort of protection.

Having forgone the long line in front of Fangtasia, Godric led you in through the back entrance and let himself into Eric's office. You took a seat on the edge of the leather couch, crossing one knee over the other and then clasping your hands over your top knee as you wait patiently.

It doesn't take long for the door to open again, the all too familiar Viking striding in. Only this time, his hair is shorter than you remember and you're not a little girl anymore. You can appreciate a good looking man and holy hell Eric the Viking is the hottest specimen you've ever laid eyes on. Godric lightly clears his throat and you quickly glance at him, tensing at his twinkling eyes. Fuck. He caught you checking out his progeny.

The statuesque female vampire entering behind Eric is vaguely familiar and her leering smile catapults her name to the forefront of your mind. "Pam," you muse. "Long time no see."

"Well, well. The little brat is all grown up. How delicious."

You wrinkle your nose at her, chuckling. Then glancing over at Eric, your grin falters. Remembering your manners, you bow your head in a show of respect. "Sheriff Northman."

His eyebrows raise slightly. "Y/N." He looks back over to Godric sitting in his chair and he takes a seat across from his own desk without making a fuss about it. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"A meeting's come up. I need someone to keep an eye over Y/N and our nest is not an option."

Silence. Complete and utter silence.

"What he means is that Stan's made one too many attempts on my life," you huff. "Apparently I can't be trusted to not antagonize him if Godric's not home."

With a deadpan expression, Godric says, "You threw glitter on him and called him Edward Cullen."

"For the last time, it was Isa's fault. She gave me too much to drink!"

"You were not of age to be drinking at the time of the incident."

"Don't be judgey," you then immediately frown.

Pam looks rather gleeful and Eric pained. He sighs, garnering your attention. "If you're to stay here, you're not going to sit on your ass. You will work."

"She's not getting on those poles of yours."

"Yeah. No," you agree with Godric. Meeting Eric's gaze, you say, "I can mix drinks. Do you have room for a bartender?"

Taking a moment, he eventually nods. "Our current bartender is not meant for social interactions. Chow will be glad to be able to get back to the books."

"Then it's settled." Godric takes his stand and Eric's quick to follow suit as to not disrespect his Maker. "I'll be back within a week."

Left alone with Eric and Pam, you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from blurting something that would annoy the vampires. Seconds tick by and you lose the battle.

"Fair warning, I'm not putting electrical tape on my nipples. I keep up with Fangtasia online for Godric and I've seen what people wear out there."

Pam leers and Eric pinches the bridge of his nose. With a sigh, he says, "Pam will take you shopping. Wear something that'll attract the clientele, not put them off."

"Aye, aye, Captain."

The following night, Pam snaps pic after pic of your outfit. She's far too amused by the strategically messy buns on either side of your head and the leather bustier you'd chosen which bears small silver studs covering your breasts and down your sides. She immediately approved of the plaid mini-skirt and she paired it with a pair of black leather, knee-high boots. Your fingers were adorned with several silver rings, and the Crest necklace representing which nest you came from hanging around your neck had to be tucked inside your cleavage less you scare off the vampire customers.

"Oh man. I'm so glad Godric is not here," you laugh once you see the outfit put together, fixing your underwear in the mirror and then smoothing your skirt back down. "He'd glare at everyone who came up to the bar."

"So how exactly does that work when you wanna get laid if Godric glares off all the competition?"

You shrug. "Godric doesn't deny me my happiness. His claim on me isn't sexual."

"So you don't get to ride my Grandsire's dick?"

"What?!"

"Where's the fun in that?"

Snorting in laughter, your head then falls forward and you groan into the palms of your hands. "Jesus, Pam. No. Just no." Before she can come back with another crass remark, the bathroom door is swinging open and Eric's form looms in the doorway. You stare up at him, eyebrows raised. "Yes?"

He gaze drifts up and down your form before the corner of his lips twitch. "Cute."

"Ain't I?" You strike a pose and Pam snaps another pic. Whirling around, you point a threatening finger at her. "If you send that to Godric, I swear I won't send you any blackmail photos of Isa or Stan when I get back home."

Pouting, Pam pockets her phone. And just as you're about to turn back around, cold fingertips brush along the back of your left thigh. Whirling around, eyes wide, you slap at Eric's hands. "No touchy!"

This time it's Eric pouting though he seems confused about it. "I don't think I like this."

Pam snorts. "That's a first.”

"It's too short."

"That's the whole point," you groan. "Skin attracts both human and vampire. If you turn into Daddy Godric, I swear I'll scream. Let me live, Northman."

"Oh he wants to be Daddy all right. Just not in the sense you're thinking."

You frown at Pam's words and Eric glares at his progeny. "Not now, Pamela."

"Yes, Master," she drawls. Then winking at you, she reaches forward and boldly fixes your breasts in your bustier. "There. Now the girls are ready for work."

"They were ready before," you deadpan. "You just wanted to get your hands on the goods."

"I seized the only opportunity I was ever going to have. Now come on," she turns you back around and starts marching you towards the exit, "we open the doors in a couple of minutes."

- X - X - X -

Mixing drinks comes fairly easy to you and Eric seems impressed with how quick you keep up with the orders. Some humans make their interest in you known, but when they realize you aren't a vampire their interest is quick to dwindle. The vampires, however, expect you to fall at their feet and are annoyed when you won't meet their gaze straight on.

"Is everything okay here?" Pam drawls, perched on a bar stool that was empty just a split second before.

Looking across the bar, you quirk an eyebrow at the silently fuming vampire. "I'm not sure. Are we?"

"Yes," he grits out. "Just give me my True Blood."

Forcing a smile, you grab the heated bottle from behind the bar and slide it over. The vampire is quick to take his drink and disappears to go sulk in a darkened corner. "Even in death that asshole can't comprehend that no means no."

"Let me guess, he was on the verge of having a bitch fit because he couldn't glamour you?"

"Got it in one." Pam sat with you every half hour or so, she silently watching from her seat at the bar and making sure the vampires behaved themselves properly with you. The last thing anyone wanted was having a single hair on your head being damaged and word getting back to Godric. Silently cleaning a glass with a dish rag, you let your gaze roam until settling on a blonde human who sticks out like a sore thumb. "Hey, Pam? Who's that?" You ask, slightly gesturing towards the woman in question.

Pam barely glances in the direction you gestured to before huffing. "Sookie Stackhouse," she drawls. "Pretty little thing that currently holds Eric's affections."

"From the look of her companion, it appears she's already been Claimed."

"As if that'd stop Eric."

"Point." Every now and then you glance at the blonde female, not bothering to hide your curiosity or apparent dislike. "Why is she even here dressed like that? She's like a lamb being brought to the slaughter. The virginal sacrifice." Pam snorts, her blood red painted lips stretching into a smile. The blonde's dark haired companion turns to stare at you, glaring. "What? You know it's true," you say, uncaring that the male vampire can hear you. "She needs to be at Sunday Mass, not Fangtasia."

"Ladies," Eric greets. "How are we doing tonight?"

"Lovely," you muse. "I've just spotted the little treat Pam tells me you're rather infatuated with."

Eric pauses and then clears his expression of any emotion. "She's of no importance."

"Really?" You grin. "Does she know that? Because she's marching over here like a woman on a mission." Her blonde ponytail swings back and forth, and the white sundress with a cherry pattern is just too much. "Ugh. You can do so much better."

Just as she makes it to the bar where Eric is leaning against, you pick up a glass and start wiping it clear of smudges. Her voice is rather grating and it doesn't sit well with you at how disrespectful her tone is towards Eric, nor the fact that her vampire is letting her be so disrespectful to his Sheriff.

When the blonde practically makes a demand that Eric needs to look into some rogue vampire hanging around Bill's house, you share a look with Pam- your expression practically scoffing is this twat serious?

"Excuse me," the blonde huffs, suddenly slapping a hand atop the bar.

You give her your attention, one eyebrow raising. "Yes?"

"I don't like name calling."

"Okay?" You muse, brow furrowing.

"And I don't like the fact that you're calling me a- a-"

Your entire body tenses and your eyes narrow when her words click. "Sookie's a mind reader," Eric says.

"Eric!" Sookie then snaps, not happy he's sharing her secret.

Expression darkening, you glare at the blonde. "Excuse me, but I'd appreciate it if you don't read my fuckin' mind. Just because you can doesn't mean you should." Looking as if she's ready to defend her actions, you shut her down. "A person's thoughts are private for a reason. What you're doing is mind rape."

She gasps. "I would never!"

"Yeah? Then what would you call what you just did to me? Did I give you permission to peek behind the curtains? No. I didn't. So if you know what's good for you, stay out." And putting to use a mind barrier that a friend of Godric's nest told you of, you concentrate on shutters slamming down in your mind and mentally push at the vision of Sookie you conjure up in your mind's eye.

Sookie gasps in pain, grasping at her temples, and her vampire companion practically towers over the bar and snarls in a rage at you. There's a blur in front of you and suddenly Eric is pinning Bill to the far wall across the bar. Humans shriek in fear and the vampires are smart enough to move far away from the pissed off Sheriff. Pam starts clearing out the bar just as Sookie gets her bearings back, she stumbling over to defend her vampire boy toy.

"Retract your fangs before I yank them out with glee and wrap you up in silver until Y/N's vampire gets back to dole out his punishment."

"Eric, don't!" Sookie shouts, pushing at him. "Let Bill go."

Walking over to the struggling vampire within Eric's grasp, you say, "That's tame compared to what Godric would do. Are you sure you’re of his blood?" You tease. Eric frowns over his shoulder at you and you grin.

"Godric? Who's Godric?" Sookie asks. Bill, as if possible, pales under Eric's hand.

Grinning at Sookie, you reach for the chain around your neck and pull up on the Crest that settled beneath your bustier. When Godric's crest is visible, you say, "Your worst nightmare, little girl." Then dropping the necklace to leave it on display, your hands then find purchase on your hips as you give the blonde your best haughty expression. "Now leave and take your vampire with you. If I hear about you being disrespectful to Sheriff Northman ever again I'll make sure to fully submerge you into the vampire world since your pesky human brain can't seem to comprehend how to properly conduct yourself with your elders."

Entirely too gleeful looking, Eric releases Bill. The dark haired vampire stumbles aside, grabbing Sookie's hand within his own before he says, "I didn't know. My apologies."

Sookie looks entirely too affronted by his apology, but you manage a small dip of your head to show him an ounce of respect he doesn't even deserve at this point. "Don't let it happen again." And before Sookie can further offend anyone else, Bill leaves in a burst of speed with her in tow.

"You're entirely too adorable," Pam drawls. "No one has been able to shut Miss Stackhouse up like you."

"It wasn't my intention," you frown. "I was going to leave her alone, but I couldn't let her disrespect slide. If she's to live as a vampire's companion, then she must respect the laws as if she were a vampire herself."

"I was wrong about you," Eric muses. "You're a lot more fascinating for a human than I'd given you credit for."

"Yeah, yeah. Drinks are on you tonight, Sheriff. Your little mind reader put me in a bad mood."

Later that evening (technically it's very early the next morning) you're groaning awake and regretting every decision you made the previous night. After your run-in with the little half fae, you were left in a sour mood that was only made better by numbing your mind and putting on cozy pajamas. Eric had closed down the club and then gave you free reign of the bottles behind the bar, and Pam immediately took advantage. For a good hour or so, you completely forgot you had the tolerance of a human.

"Fuckity fucking hell," you utter as you curl in on yourself under the blanket. "Never again."

"Never?" You hear the Viking drawl from the darkness of your cocoon. "I must say you're particularly amusing when you can't handle your liquor. And quite the dancer. Such a shame Godric banned you from the poles."

"Oh god." Removing the blanket from your face, you blink against the lighting from above before focusing as best you can on Eric who's smiling at you. Actually smiling. "Please tell me no one else saw."

"I believe Pam took a video."

You cringe. "Pam is never to be in charge of the alcohol ever again. Never."

"Agreed. The two of you put quite the dent in my stock."

"Holy shit. How am I even still alive?" You groan and shift in bed, noticing for the first time that the sheets are really cold against your legs. Your bare legs. Frowning, you meet the blonde's gaze. "Eric?"

"Yes?"

"Where are my pants?"

He's slow to chuckle and his suddenly lust filled expression is one that makes you hold your breath. He was going to be the death of you. "Pam thought you'd be more comfortable without them."

"So you let her strip me!?"

"Would you rather it have been me?" He leers.

"..yes!" You surprise him. His smile falters and you groan again. "She totally copped a feel. I know it."

His surprise vanishes and he chuckles one last time before standing from the edge of the bed. "Pamela was on her best behavior. I promise you that."

"Yeah, yeah." You squirm to find a comfortable position. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm taking the night off."

"Noted," Eric says just before he exits the usually light-tight room. "Ginger will be by later with some food."

"A vampire after my own heart," you sleepily muse. "Food. Make it greasy."

With your eyes now closed, you don't see Eric hesitate at the door, staring and trying to figure out just when the hell he became fond of you.

The rest of the week passes with ease and you don't seem to have any more issues with Fangtasia's clientele. Eric insists you wear the Crest of your nest out in the open after the incident with Bill and the vampires seem intimidated at first, but warm up after seeing you serve the humans. The vampires then approach you with caution and a deep amount of respect, and then it's the humans who are confused and cautious of you. When the humans then figure out what your necklace means and see the way the vampires treat you, they make it their business to approach you and ask how to get into a nest of their own.

Pam became your saving grace, she scaring away the annoying humans so you were left alone to do work in peace. Eric also kept his gaze on you when he wasn't scanning his club and keeping an ear out for any illegal activity, and every time you caught his gaze you'd smirk and salute him with a shot. He usually only acknowledged your gesture when you grimaced after one too many shots and you flicked him off for laughing at your pain.

- X - X - X -

Eric's watching Y/N again, his gaze constantly being drawn to her throat when her head tilted back in a laugh. For the passed hour she's been speaking with a human female and from Eric heard it was a female who was from a nest herself. However, it was a newly formed nest and the human had just wanted to talk to someone else who'd been part of a nest longer than she had.

He's too preoccupied with his staring that he doesn't see, feel, or hear when Godric takes a seat next to him. The only reason he knows something is amiss is because the onslaught of amusement hits him hard. Startling, he glances to his left where Godric is perched on his own throne.

"Father," Eric greets calmly in his native tongue.

"Son." Godric's expression is unreadable to anyone looking in their direction, but Eric can feel his maker's amusement. Pam's too. "You care for her."

"Well she is Yours."

"No. This is different," Godric says. "You're fond of her. And not just because she's of our nest."

Seeing no use in lying, Eric agrees. "Yes."

"When I say Y/N is Mine, I only mean it protection wise. She is the sister I never had. A daughter." Eric glances at his maker once more, internally groaning when Godric flashes him a smile. "If you wish to pursue her, that is your choice. She can bear my Crest and have your Mark. I do not mind if it is you."

"She is a handful."

"Who's a handful?" Eric jerks in surprise at hearing his native tongue come from someone else, his right eyebrow raising when he sees Y/N standing there with a tray and three shots- two true blood and one tequila. "Don't look so surprised, Northman,” you then say, switching back to English. “Godric taught me when I was younger so I could tattle on the other vampires in our nest if they were dicks to me."

"Y/N," Godric greets. "You look well."

"I am well," you muse, passing him a shot. "My stay here has been.. interesting."

"I'll say," Eric then says, taking his shot from the tray. "Y/N not only verbally put Miss Stackhouse in her place, but she also made Bill Compton nearly wet himself because they were quite disrespectful to my status as Sheriff. It was precious."

With your own shot halfway to your mouth, you narrow your eyes. "Don't get me started again. Your little half-fae is still on my shit list."

"Not my half-fae," he's quick to rebuff. "Never was."

"But you wanted her to be."

Eric pauses before downing his shot, he grinning. "Is that jealously I sense?"

Coughing on your shot, you pound on your chest with a closed fist much to Godric's amusement. "N-No!"

Eric's too busy grinning and you're too busy glaring to see Godric's gaze darting between you two. Eventually, when you can't think of anything to say to sway Eric's smug-ness, you look to Godric. "How did your meeting go? Good I'm guessing since you're not in a foul mood."

"It went good, little one. In fact, it went really good."

Eric's eyes narrow. "What did you do?"

Switching back to Eric's native tongue, Godric tells him, "I gave up my position as the Dallas Sheriff."

"You did what?"

"Holy fuck. You actually did it?"

Eric's gaze then turns on you. "You knew he was going to?"

"I- I.. well, yeah."

"Do not be angry with her, my son. This has been on my mind for quite some time. I tired of Dallas and was looking to relocate."

"Relocate to where?"

"Here, of course."

You freeze in surprise, as does Eric. "Truly?"

"Truly."

You're slow to smile, but you smile nonetheless. "Does this mean I get to keep my job? I've grown quite fond of Fangtasia."

"Just Fangtasia?" Eric muses, eyes suddenly sparkling.

Your gaze cuts to him and against your will your cheeks burn under his stare. Knowing he's seen it and can probably smell the blood rushing to surface anyway, you make an excuse to suddenly flee. "I need to go tell Pam. S-She'll be happy."

Eric's chuckle follows you until you hop off the stage, you then making a beeline for the front door. As Pam scans I.D's, you tell her the good news and smother your laughter when her fangs click down and the front line of people waiting to get in all gasp. She's all too happy to get to spend more time with her Grandsire's favorite human.

With Ginger still manning the bar, you take the moment to go freshen up in the bathroom. But before you can even make it to the bathroom, you're being whisked away at vampire speed and you only get your bearings back when you're seated on a desk and have a blonde viking vampire standing between your knees.

"Eric?"

"Well, well, well."

You huff a laugh, leaning back from his towering presence. "What are you doing?"

"Is Fangtasia really the only thing you've grown fond of during your stay here?"

His hands which were settled on each knee slowly inch upward and you gulp. "Let me guess- Godric approved of you officially making a move?"

"Maybe."

"There's no maybe about it." You slowly grin, reaching up with your right hand and lightly trailing your fingertips along his jaw. "You've been eyeballing me all week, Sheriff. I was wondering who was going to break first."

"This isn't me breaking."

"No." You lean forward and reach up, your lips just barely grazing Eric's. "But you will," you murmur. Then sliding your hands down his chest and passed his abdomen, you grasp at his waist and push him back. Sliding off his desk and slipping underneath his arms, you chuckle as you saunter out of his office. "It's only a matter of time, Eric. Until then I got a bar to tend to."

Eric stares at his office door swinging shut, his tongue peeking out to catch the faint scent of you on his bottom lip. Slowly smirking, he says, "Only a matter of time indeed."

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geminimoonbeamx · 3 years ago

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Female Characters in no specific order that would have, could have, should have been canonically plus size if the media didn’t adhere to dated, shallow fucked up beauty standards. In my personal opinion, of course:

Lily Evans Potter, Harry Potter series

Phoebe Halliwell, Charmed OG version

Lydia Martin, Teen Wolf

Elizabeth Bennet, Pride and Prejudice

Charlotte York, Sex & The City

Padme Amidala and or Leia Organa, Star Wars

Elena Gilbert, Kathrine Pierce and the entire doppelgänger line, Vampire Diaries

Poison Ivy, DC Universe

Cerise Lannister, Game of Thrones

Pam De Beaufort, True Blood

Bella Swan, Twilight

Amy March, Little Women

Marina Nunier, Elite

Claire Beauchamp, Outlander

Eowyn, LotR

Pepper Potts, Marvel

Darcy Lewis, Marvel

Monica Geller, Friends(and shut up I know they put her in a fat suit and made her weight loss the trauma behind her character but imagine if they had just let her be a happy, plus sized woman)

Now I could argue for these characters to also be POC(which wheeeeeew don’t even get me started on how the list of characters that SHOULDVE BEEN POC) but for this list I’m specifically thinking about where, logically and tbh dreamily/ICONICALLY we could have gotten some body diversity.

Disagree if you want to, but I’m not taking critique at this time thanx🤷‍♀️😂

Also I will be taking suggestions- and adding to this list as I go. Tell me your opinions on characters that could’ve been plus/midsized! On where you think we could’ve had seen some bodies that weren’t “perfect”

#be mad if you wanna #characters that should’ve been plus size #my personal list #lily Evans #padme amidala #cersie lannister #poison ivy #Amy March #phoebe halliwell #lydia martin #Charlotte York #bonnie bennett #bella swan #Pepper Potts #Darcy Lewis #elena gilbert

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Little Banshee

Summary: Running from your thoughts made you enter a world you didn't think was real. Now you have two vampires excited to see what they can do next with you.

Pairing: Eric Northman x reader x Pam De Beaufort (polyamorous relationship)

Word count: 1746

Warning: +18 minors DNI. A very real look into mental illness. My mental illness to be honest. but I tried to generalize it enough so it's more inclusive. This will be a series, and a comfort fic for myself.

Title: Little Banshee

Chapter Two

When the noise in my head becomes too much, the only thing I can think to do is run. There is no destination or goal but escaping the noise. The hope is that I can outrun the thoughts in my head, and they would have trouble catching up to attack me again. My feet carried me through an old farm near my house and through the forest that separated the neighborhood that was next door to mine. The full moon is my only guiding light as I run. In the process I felt my phone fall out as it was ringing but ignored it. The mist that was overcoming the area was ignored. Either in hopes that I will run into a tree or get lost enough that I have no choice to start over.

My feet suddenly are on paved ground, but nothing looked familiar. The fear of being lost and the realization that my thoughts were right there with me made me collapse to the ground. The pain felt dull, and I knew I’ll feel it full force later.

The only thing I can think of is the force in my chest that is growing bigger and rolling up my chest and into my throat. Finally, I give into the feeling and scream up at the sky. The ground shook just slightly but I assumed that was just my body shaking from my attempt of getting the noise out of my head. As the last of the scream escapes, I collapse forward and grip the ground under me and felt gravel and dirt. The sweat and tears mixed freely, stinging my eyes from the world around me.

The voices however were back full force:

Your friends don’t like you.

Your friends care more about their boyfriend than you.

It felt like someone turned the volume up in my head and there was no stopping the second scream. This time the ground shaking was noticed more when I was picked up from the ground and held close to what felt like someone’s chest. I finished my scream into their clothing while I felt like I was being moved. The scream drained me so much that it was hard to connect to any of my other senses.

The moment the scream was over I felt my body being laid on someone soft. My throat feels raw, and the taste of iron was deep. At least I could taste again. Touch was the second sense I got back, as I felt a gentle cloth before ran across my face and under my eyes. Hearing was slowly going from white noise to hearing muffled voices, until I heard their voices clearly.

“Is that the banshee from outside?” The female voice was snarky but strangely you did not feel the sting. Was she amused? How could she? I feel like I got hit by a truck.

“Yes, but I don’t think she realizes that is what she is. I gave her some of my blood to help her throat heal. But she has a cut here. Drink and you’ll see,” The blue-eyed beauty spoke. What they were saying made no sense. Gave me his blood? I felt panic but my body still felt paralyzed. Gently lips touched my arm and though I willed my arm to move it did nothing. Just my luck.

“How the hell did she get here? When people realize that she managed to pass into our world and she’s a banshee we’ll have every supernatural being knocking at our door!” Her voice was trailing further away as she spoke, but what the hell was she talking about? Supernatural creatures weren’t real. They were comfort characters for me. Dreams. Nothing more, Nothing less.

I tried to ignore that my throat was feeling normal now.

“It’s okay little banshee. The big bad monsters can’t get you now,” He said with a smile that bordered on wickedness.

“What are you talking about?” I whispered. “Monsters aren’t real.”

My vision came into full focus to look at the man before me that had been gently running his fingers through my hair in comfort. Alexander Skarsgard? No, he looks paler. Like he did when he was a…

Suddenly the poster behind him came into my view. True blood. Not a poster for the show but for the drink. Maybe they were just fans. The man turned his head towards the poster behind him and chuckled, “Recognize it?”

“T.V. Show...”

The man looked at me like I had officially lost. Funny coming from a man talking about monsters.

“No that’s a drink little banshee. It’s supposed to be an alternative for people like us.”

Maybe he’s deep in character? But the show is over.

“People like you?” I asked slowly.

The man simply grinned and soon his fangs popped out in full view. This wasn’t the show. This wasn’t Alexander. This was real.

“Eric.”

The whole atmosphere felt like it changed. Quieter than when I came in and you heard a crash of glass behind you.

“How the hell does she know your name?” The female voice from before but now I can see her.

“Pam.” I whispered, and I forced my body to move and this time it responded. I scrambled up from the fainting couched and backed myself up from them until my back hit the chair.

“In your world what are we?” Eric asked not seeming bothered by any of this. The bastard really was cool calm and collected in person.

“Stories. In a book, and a tv show,” I say and starting to believe I officially cracked. The hallucinations must have decided to come now and are growing full force. I start to realize that I’m in Fangtasia and the thrown behind me is where he sat. Real life vampires were staring at me like I was the odd one.

“Why do you keep calling me banshee?” I ask.

“Well, I’m sure you’ve heard of their folklore. Remember what they do?

“They scream when they sense death is coming for someone. Either a dangerous situation or they’ll be passing. It was supposed to announce it to family members regardless how far away they are,” You said simply.

“We haven’t killed anyone, today at least,” Pam said nonchalantly.

“No matter the distance, someone did die, but it might not have been in our world. If our little banshee here can pass through different dimensions than who knows who died. Maybe she announced her own death,” He said which made gasp and cover my mouth. This couldn’t be happening, none of this seems real but the evidence was staring my in the face.

Eric’s blood managed to heal the cuts on my knees and my arm already. There is something he didn’t think of though. Banshee’s scream when someone enters a situation, they think they will not live through. I’m starting to think I’m that someone if I screamed twice.

“Now we should get her out of here before someone comes and mounts her on their damn wall,” Pam said before rushing towards the back once more before coming back with a designer bag on her shoulder. Eric who was wearing a track suit and short hair moved and held out his hand.

“Come one little banshee. Let’s get you away from here,” He asked smoothly. My mind race as I began to take everything quickly. Pam looked beautiful as always and Eric had short hair, so this was later seasons Eric. Is he with Sookie now? Why is that the first thought? I should be scared right now!

Except I take his hand quickly and stand up, brushing the dirty and gravel from outside off until I realize it was now on the stage. I slowly look at him worried before he shrugged his shoulders and was leading, dragging, me out the door. Pam followed behind and closed the bar. He opened the front door for I jumped into the back without a second thought. It’s normally where I sat, and it was easier to look at them both when I buckle up in the middle seat.

“Oh, thank you Eric,” You hear Pam say as she enters the passenger seat. “Don’t worry little banshee. We’ll get you cleaned up. I know a designer who can bring us some of his clothes so you can get a new wardrobe and everything.”

“My name is y/n, and how do you know I just want to go back?” I asked but who was I kidding. These two characters helped me right after I got out of the mental hospital. A year of recovering from a break down and I had them.

By then Eric was in the driver’s seat and choosing music for them to listen to for their drive. “We’ll be going out of the city. So don’t just call anyone to come to our place. Plus, little banshee, you don’t want to leave. We drank your blood little one. We know what you genuinely want remember?”

He made the statement as if I should know what all vampires can do but you did know. That meant he saw my entire past. They both did, and maybe that’s why Pam didn’t scowl at me and even looked mildly sympathetic at me. Which was slightly frightening considering how fierce she is. Eric looked like he wanted to take me in the back seat but I’m sure that’s just wishful thinking.

“Let’s get the hell out of this town. I need a break from this hell hole anyway,” Pam said as they speed off going way over the speed limit but since it is midnight they did not have long to get to the destination before sunrise. I stared out the window feeling my eyes grow heavy.

“Get some rest little banshee,” Eric said softly. I moved to lay on the back seat completely while seeing Pam turn around and lay a blanket over my body that must have been up front. As my eyes closed, I could still hear them speak.

“We can’t let them have her. How fucked must your life be for us to be her comfort,” Pam said softly.

“Extremely. That’s why we’re not going to let anything happen to her. If we must change her, we will but let’s not worry about that now,” His voice was firm and filled with concern or at least that’s what it sounded like as I drifted off to sleep.

Next Chapter

Tagged: @skarsgard-daydreams @grandpa-sweaters @loliwrites @hausofobsession @flowers-in-your-hayr @kalliravenne

#eric northman #pam de beaufort #eric northman fan fiction #eric northman imagines #eric northman x reader #Pam de beaufort x reader #Eric northman x reader x pam de beaufort #true blood #true blood imagines #cas writings

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2017 fanfic roundup

I’m late on doing a roundup for 2017, but oh well. I used to do these end-of-the-year summaries on LJ, and I enjoy looking back at them.

I wrote a lot more this year than I have in a long time, and that’s mainly thanks to the Bedannibal and femslash corners of Hannibal. 💗

HARRY POTTER: 🦖 This Distraction is Okay: Narcissa Black/Lily Evans, 1,074 words

TRUE BLOOD: 🦖 Show Me: Jessica Hamby/Pam Swynford de Beaufort, 251 words

OF FIRE AND STARS: 🦖 The Road to Zumorda: Amaranthine/Dennaleia, 250 words

STAR WARS: 🦖 Tumult and Tumbled: Jyn Erso/Mon Mothma, 1,658 words 🦖 My Princess: Leia Organa/Evaan Verlaine, 587 words

RIVERDALE: 🦖 open hand or closed fist: Penelope Blossom/Alice Cooper, 650 words 🦖 thorns remain: Penelope Blossom/Alice Cooper, 251 words 🦖 her sweetened breath, her tongue so mean: Alice Cooper/Hermione Lodge, 831 words

HANNIBAL: 🦖 Whisky Neat: Chiyoh/Bedelia Du Maurier, 250 words 🦖 Truth: Bedelia Du Maurier/Freddie Lounds, 286 words 🦖 Honesty: Chiyoh/Bedelia Du Maurier, 218 words 🦖 Reluctant: Chiyoh/Bedelia Du Maurier, 250 words 🦖 Not Yet: Bedelia Du Maurier/Hannibal Lecter, 288 words 🦖 Carezzare: Bedelia Du Maurier/Hannibal Lecter, 1,132 words 🦖 For Science: Bella Crawford/Beverly Katz, 252 words 🦖 The Darkness of the Labyrinth: Chiyoh/Bedelia Du Maurier, 905 words 🦖 Under Her Dark Veil: Bedelia Du Maurier/Hannibal Lecter, 1,639 words 🦖 Signale: Alana Bloom/Bedelia Du Maurier, 244 words 🦖 not one single further sorrow: Alana Bloom/Bedelia Du Maurier, 6,112 words 🦖 cubic zirconia to cardinal gem: Bedelia Du Maurier/Clarice Starling, 1,505 words 🦖 Favor: Bedelia Du Maurier/Freddie Lounds, 251 words 🦖 Whisky Sweet: Chiyoh/Bedelia Du Maurier, 250 words

After barely writing since 2013, I wrote 26 fics. There are 22 listed here, 4 I haven’t posted to AO3 yet. (I’m really bad about that, too.) I wrote for four new fandoms, which is a huge deal for me; I used to be a very one fandom writer.

A year ago I never would have imagined I’d be writing for Hannibal, but here I am, in love with my first het pairing in 5+ years. #BedannibalForLife! In 2017, I also started work on the longest fic of my life, for my other favorite pairing, Bedeliyoh. The corner of the Hannibal fandom I’m in is excellent, and I hope to be more social with everyone this year. I have a tendency to turtle up when life gets messy, but I do feel like I’ve found my people so ... yeah. Gonna work on that.

I did Camp Nano twice and won NaNo for my first time ever, in a decade plus of trying. 2017 sucked in a lot of aspects, but I made a lot of words after years of having no inspiration and making zero. I’m super proud of some of the stories I’ve written this year, which is a first—usually it takes me a few years before I like something I wrote.

Two things: I once thought I’d never be able to write Bedelia because lbr, she is hard, and I like drabbles, a lot.

#me #fanfic stats #writing #about me #dexstarrfic #fanfic

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Sink Your Teeth into Forever Chapter 11

TITLE: Sink Your Teeth Into Forever Chapter 11 PAIRING: No Pairing (For now) RATING: M CHAPTER: 11/? SUMMARY: Eleanor “Elle/Ellie” is a human girl raised by vampires. Godric and his nest to be exact. She was left on Godric’s doorstep as a baby. She’s not quite human though. When Godric goes missing, his mysterious progeny Eric Northman shows up to help. Elle has never met Eric before and Eric has never heard his Maker speak about Elle. Will these two get along? Or will Eric’s jealousy get the better of him?

Jason led her over to the bar. “What flavor of TruBlood do you like?” Jason asked Elle.

Elle giggled.

“She’s not a vampire,” Chow said.

“Oh…I just assumed…”

“I’ll get you a coke,” Chow told Elle and she smiled in thanks.

“So, do you talk?” Jason asked her.

Elle’s mood deflated as she shook her head.

Godric grabbed Eric’s arm, hissing out his name and holding him down.

Pam rolled her eyes.

Elle touched her throat and opened her mouth.

“So nothing coming out?” he asked.

She shook her head again.

“How do you communicate?” he asked.

She placed her hand on his arm and Jason was assaulted with images and feelings. “Wow. That’s pretty cool,” he said.

Elle just blushed as Chow handed her her coke.

“You’re not so different from Sookie. She hears people’s thoughts.”

Elle nodded. She knew that Sookie was special like she was.

“So, growing up with vampires. How was that?” he asked.

Love and affection flowed through him.

“What happened to your family? If you don’t mine me asking?”

Elle shrugged and showed him Godric finding her on his doorstep.

“My parents died in flash flood. Then my Gran was murdered by my best friend.” Sadness filled his body. “It’s okay. I’ll be alright.”

Elle frowned. That didn’t make her feel any better.

Humans were so weird sometimes.

Wait…humans?

Elle was snapped out of her thoughts by Jason saying, “Do you wanna get out of here?”

Her heartbeat went through the roof. The idea of being alone with Jason made her skin crawl. Elle abandoned her drink, rushing back to Godric’s side.

Godric stroked her hair to try and calm her as Eric growled. “It’s not his fault, Eric.”

“He shouldn’t have propositioned her!”

“You could have gone with him, if only for a few hours,” Godric told her.

Elle shook her head and burrowed closer into his side.

“She’s very attached to you,” Pam said. Almost like a newborn vampire and their Maker.

Jason walked over to them and set Elle’s drink on the stage. “I’m sorry if I upset you. I didn’t mean to,” he apologized.

“There’s nothing apologize for Mr. Stackhouse,” Godric told him, “Elle is young and naïve about the world because I have kept her hidden away and well-guarded. New things scare her.”

“You should come by Merlotte’s sometime. We could have lunch. Sook will be there."

Elle looked up at Godric.

“You may go if you wish, Ellie.”

Elle shyly nodded.

“Very well. But Alcide will accompany her,” Eric said.

Jason nodded. “Okay, I’ll see you then.”

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When they returned home before dawn, Godric came into her room. “My sweet, I think we need to talk.”

Elle frowned as he sat on her bed.

“I think it would be good for us to have some separation.”

Elle’s eyes went wide.

“Not in that way. I would never leave you here in Shreveport, but you can go out without me or Eric. You know that, right?”

Elle shook her head.

Godric sighed. “Ellie, you shouldn’t have to live in the dark because of me.”

Elle came and sat down next to him. She furrowed her brows at him. She pointed at him and then herself, before raising her fingers to her mouth to mimic fangs.

“If that’s what you want, then I will turn you myself. But not until you’ve experienced a little bit of life. I want you to be independent of me and Eric. I want you to be your own person, my sweet.”

Who was she? Elle didn’t know how to be herself without her vampire guardian. She’d spent her whole life around vampires and adapting to their lifestyle. But she loved Godric more than anything in the world, even more than her human life.

#godric (trueblood)#godric imagines #godric #eric northman imagines #eric northman #true blood fanfiction #true blood imagines #true blood #pam swynford de beaufort #jason stackhouse

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Meet Your Maker

Father, Brother, Child, Lover.

A Godric x coloured OC Imagine.

Mastani Zavare, a young elusive heiress goes missing. Hours later, she awakes as the second born child of Godric. Now shes out for the blood of the ones who crossed her.

Mastani,(sanskrit) meaning the power of love.

“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside of us while we live.”

The air was somber as Godric waded through the shallows of Costa Rica’s Celeste River. Even though the shrill sounds of music, dancing and sex pierced the air of the Volcanic National Park, Godric still lied empty and defeated. With eyes closed, drifting on his back, arms out spreaded Godric contemplated his current predicament.

Godric no longer bared a will to go on, he had lived his vampiric life as an absolute savage whilst on the other hand he could not bare to leave his viking behind in such pain and grieve. But alas his depression and all consuming guilt had holed and grounded him into accepting the true death. So when that ever so irritating Nan Flanagan fired him as acting Sheriff, he seized his moment to fly elsewhere to view his first and last sunrise of his vampire life. Even at that statement, Godric scoffed. As if a vampire a fraction his age had authority over the ancient. But nevertheless Godric used the opportunity to escape on the nearest flight out.

As Godric rested on his back against the smooth currents patiently awaited the rising sun, something in the far distance drew his attention. Far from the waterfall which lied a few feet from him, a scratching, no wait.... clawing against a velveted interior covering and most shockingly buried at least ten feet below the rubbled earth. This was something only quite sensitive and reachable to his impeccable hearing.

Deeming his curiosity quite apt, Godric used his supernatural speed to carry him to the source. As he neared, Godric tuned his hearing, as well as to take to the trees as the closer he got towards the clawing, the denser and even more difficult it was to navigate. Using his strength and feather like steps, Godric easily ran across the tops of the trees. Now he could hear the precise sounds and movements. First the one well placed fist which led to the crumbling of the weak wood, a coffin Godric realized. He could hear the ragged breaths, the movements of her broken bones brushing harshing against the hard rocks, hear how hard her heart pumped in determination, he could smell her freshly tainted blood slick between her thighs. That angered him the most, the repulsive thought of taking such an advantage on an innocent child. His teeth gritted as his mind strayed towards his cruel maker, this only did nothing but anger him more.

As Godric reached above her burial ground, a hand shoot out from within the earth. Godric stood still atop his high perch, slowing stooping down, he perched himself like a panther hunting his prey. But Godric was not hunting, he simply stood still to admire the determination and strength of the young woman. He watched as she dragged herself from her grave, her body broken, bent and raped. His heart bleed for this young one and as she dragged herself aimlessly with sheer will and commitment, Godric smiled sincerely for the first time since he turned Eric. That warrior spirit which lived in her and his Viking decided Godric’s choice. He wanted to live, he needed to live only for this young one.

As the young girl cried out in pain and torment, still dragging her broken body towards nowhere Godric dropped himself and spoke to her.

I can give you an eternity, I cannot promise no pain nor suffering but I can promise you your desire to live with me forever. The young girl froze, in a scramble she rolled onto her side pressing her broken rib further towards her heart and lungs. Godric speed towards her, appearing on his knee and gently caressing her cheek as he spoke. You are on the brink of death my blood can heal you little one, or with your permission, only claim you as my second born.

As Godric spoke, the young Mastani’s heart thumped with trepidation as the tattooed angel in white spoke so gently with conviction. He talked of how greatly he admired her warrior heart as tears streamed down her face. This angel promised her revenge and blood. In this moment Mastani wanted nothing else but revenge. He spoke of the two together as father, brother, child and lover, and as she held in her head clearly the faces and names of her abusers. Now with a heavy heart mourning her human life, she swallowed deeply and with new conviction she muttered “Yes” to her beautiful angel of Death.

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As the sun rose on a new day, Godric held the newest addition to his small family within his arms. With the gentleness of a mother holding her new babe, Godric swaddled her in his arms. Buried deep within the Costa Rican soil, far away from the broken coffin the vampires slept soundly.

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Mastani was entranced, sitting upon a branch, feet swaying with the wind Mastani admired the stars. The night sky was even more vibrant to her newborn eyes. She could make out every flare from distant stars and specks of stardust as they collided in outer space. The night sky was even more surreal than it had ever been to her dull human eyes. New colours pulsed with excitement as they mingled with celestial beauty, recreating her very own live version of Van Gogh’s Starry Night. In this moment Mastani wondered if Van Gogh was a vampire as she failed to properly make out just how a human could paint what she saw before her.

Her musings were soon interrupted by her angel, or so she saw him in her eyes. Godric must have sensed her full attentions on him as he stood still and allowed his youngling to inspect him. As she dropped to the forest floor, Godric lips twitched into a half smile as she circled him, coming in slowly to sniff her maker. Finally resting her actions as she boldly piggybacked Godric and hid her face into his neck, seeking the comfort of her father.

As she hid her face into his neck, Godric unalarmly felt at ease. With an inebriated sense of happiness, Godric let slip his control for the first time in centuries. Resulting in a flood of happiness and a renewal of life gushing towards his shared bond with Eric. Cursing his momentantal lapse of control, he quickly reached to clapse his hands under the knees of his youngest. Ensuring the newborn was safely within his grasp, Godric took to the skies towards the nearest human settlement. It was time to teach his young one how to hunt.

As the pair flew across the sky, Godric couldn’t help by admire his young child. She was so young he thought to himself, barely seventeen. Her skin was a beautiful caramel and he could make out her distinct East Indian features. From her short stature and dark eyes to her thick, thigh length, dark hair his progeny was truly the definition of a traditional Indian beauty. Even covered with her own blood and dirt, Mastani still held a childlike innocence as she outwardly expressed her glee. Giggling and tightening her arms around him, as she gaped at the sky.

Mastani’s childlike excitement was interrupted as Godric spoke,It would seem that I have to teach you the old way, childe. Mastani’s eyes furrowed, but Godric continued, ever since mainstreaming has gained worldwide notoriety, Makers often tend to only feed their young True Blood with a few drops of human blood in between. At the thought of feeding, Mastani’s stomach clenched so painfully it resulted in her nails piercing Godric’s shoulders and her painful mewling into his neck. Godric responded by keeping their bond opened as to keep his calm emotions in touch with hers. It worked but for only a moment. Godric felt her body tense against his as her emotions flooded into their bond. Betrayal, hunger, sadness and most promentially fear.

Godric’s body immediately flooded with fury as he listened to the four humans whom laughed and converse below him. From his young progeny’s reaction he immediately deduced these three young men and one young woman were directly involved for her pain and suffering.

With a new train of thought, Godric swooped down unto a high limb. One which offered protection from the human’s eye line but still far enough as to give Godric ample time to coach his newborn. Godric quietly spoke to his child, As your maker I command you not to attack until you are coached properly, we do not want a premature death for these vile humans. Even if Godric was now a pacific, he would allow his child to mind fuck her human abusers before he have Eric use his connections to ensure their life long fate behind bars or even an institution. Besides him Mastani remained crouched into a predatory stance with fangs fully emerged, awaiting her angel’s command.

TO BE CONTINUED

chapter 2 here

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