S4 - it begins
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onceavikingIt's stupid, really.
It's all because of the house. And Sookie.
He'd known she'd return. He'd been certain. So he had bought her house, through an agency of course. Her idiot brother would never have trusted him, but he had never suspected anything amiss with the agency. Not even when he got the asking price.
Anyway, he'd bought it and she'd returned and not been particularly pleased that he could come and go as he pleased.
He'd been happy to see her though.
Surprisingly happy.
Anyway, he'd figured she'd come around. So he'd spent time in Miliways, been condescendingly polite to his new Regent, and waited.
And then he was summoned by King Bill who was all smiles and hinted strongly at houses and giving them back and such.
The joy of turning him down.
Oh, yes.
And Bill having to look like it was all just fine because he knew that Eric Knew People and couldn't be forced into giving up property. Such as houses. And half fairies.
And then he started talking about witches. Not just ordinary witches though. Your Wiccans with their woo woo crystals or your Satanists with their goats' blood or whatever. No, these were the real deal apparently,
Compton claimed he'd had a spy infiltrate their little coven and that the spy had seen them raise a bird from the dead.
Necromancers.
Necromancers can control the dead and vampires being what they are -
Well. It would have to be shut down. Eric wanted to send Pam but Bill insisted he go himself. He tried a deflection about whether it had been pre-approved or not but in the end he took the job upon himself.
With an ironic, little bow even.
He should have known it would all go to Hell. He'd been there, during the Inquisition. He knew that if they were the real deal they'd be antagonistic. And skillful.
And yet he just walked in and told Marnie, the head witch, just how things would go. They would disbanden. Straight away. When she tried to argue he asked Lafayette (and what the fuck was that about? Seriously, Lafayette) if that worked with him.
No. Eric tells how he wants it and that is how he gets it.
He grabs Marnie when she tries starting shit and drops fang. And they start chanting.
Of course they do.
Only - only it - does something.
The light disappears.
And Marnie is standing a little ways away, yelling at him. In Latin.
Staring at him.
He can hear the surf and the crashing waves.
And then he falls into her eyes.
~
The vampire looks around.
Frightened.
And then he runs away.
~
He walks alongside the road. Bare feet. Bare chested.
His jeans are dirty.
A car slows. Stops.
And suddenly the air smells like summer. Summer and honey and sunlight on waves.
The woman is bright like a sunrise. She calls him Eric.
Eric.
Is that him?
She smells so good that he has to -
And then she breaks his nose and tells him she will help him. If he behaves.
He promises he will.
Swears it.
To Sookie.
(Not Snookie. He thinks that's her name at first. When she tells him he is a vampire. And he tells her he knows.
He knows he is a vampire.
That is all he knows.)
His nose heals. He sits in her car, his hands in his lap.
Frightened.
~
She invites him into her house. Since it's the first time he is there. He almost gets mud on the rug straight inside and has to cant his way around it.
Awkwardly.
And then he just stands there. Huge. Half naked. With tousled hair and muddy, bare feet.
She goes into the kitchen and he hovers, briefly.
Then he walks after her, through the door.
It's all because of the house. And Sookie.
He'd known she'd return. He'd been certain. So he had bought her house, through an agency of course. Her idiot brother would never have trusted him, but he had never suspected anything amiss with the agency. Not even when he got the asking price.
Anyway, he'd bought it and she'd returned and not been particularly pleased that he could come and go as he pleased.
He'd been happy to see her though.
Surprisingly happy.
Anyway, he'd figured she'd come around. So he'd spent time in Miliways, been condescendingly polite to his new Regent, and waited.
And then he was summoned by King Bill who was all smiles and hinted strongly at houses and giving them back and such.
The joy of turning him down.
Oh, yes.
And Bill having to look like it was all just fine because he knew that Eric Knew People and couldn't be forced into giving up property. Such as houses. And half fairies.
And then he started talking about witches. Not just ordinary witches though. Your Wiccans with their woo woo crystals or your Satanists with their goats' blood or whatever. No, these were the real deal apparently,
Compton claimed he'd had a spy infiltrate their little coven and that the spy had seen them raise a bird from the dead.
Necromancers.
Necromancers can control the dead and vampires being what they are -
Well. It would have to be shut down. Eric wanted to send Pam but Bill insisted he go himself. He tried a deflection about whether it had been pre-approved or not but in the end he took the job upon himself.
With an ironic, little bow even.
He should have known it would all go to Hell. He'd been there, during the Inquisition. He knew that if they were the real deal they'd be antagonistic. And skillful.
And yet he just walked in and told Marnie, the head witch, just how things would go. They would disbanden. Straight away. When she tried to argue he asked Lafayette (and what the fuck was that about? Seriously, Lafayette) if that worked with him.
No. Eric tells how he wants it and that is how he gets it.
He grabs Marnie when she tries starting shit and drops fang. And they start chanting.
Of course they do.
Only - only it - does something.
The light disappears.
And Marnie is standing a little ways away, yelling at him. In Latin.
Staring at him.
He can hear the surf and the crashing waves.
And then he falls into her eyes.
~
The vampire looks around.
Frightened.
And then he runs away.
~
He walks alongside the road. Bare feet. Bare chested.
His jeans are dirty.
A car slows. Stops.
And suddenly the air smells like summer. Summer and honey and sunlight on waves.
The woman is bright like a sunrise. She calls him Eric.
Eric.
Is that him?
She smells so good that he has to -
And then she breaks his nose and tells him she will help him. If he behaves.
He promises he will.
Swears it.
To Sookie.
(Not Snookie. He thinks that's her name at first. When she tells him he is a vampire. And he tells her he knows.
He knows he is a vampire.
That is all he knows.)
His nose heals. He sits in her car, his hands in his lap.
Frightened.
~
She invites him into her house. Since it's the first time he is there. He almost gets mud on the rug straight inside and has to cant his way around it.
Awkwardly.
And then he just stands there. Huge. Half naked. With tousled hair and muddy, bare feet.
She goes into the kitchen and he hovers, briefly.
Then he walks after her, through the door.
