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Oct. 10th, 2014 12:54 pmEric is standing in the hallway.
Alone.
Edgington has just fetched Sookie for a chat.
Sookie, who had been dragged here when Edgington returned, her pale vampire lover boy subdued by one of the King's burly security guards.
They had both expected Eric to do something to save her and he had been able to feel Sookie's chock and anger when he'd merely grinned at Edgington, telling him that he did not know what it was, but that he was sure it was valuable. Laughing at Sookie for believing that she was somehow his equal.
Bill had, foolishly, attacked Edgington. As if. He'd been dragged to the slave quarters and Loreena had stood there, tears in her eyes. But still present enough to snarl at Sookie. Who'd given as good as she got.
And Loreena was lucky that he could not be distracted by her when she bad-mouthed his Maker. That he had to let her live.
He could not let himself be distracted by this. Any of this.
He had to think.
And so he'd let Loreena leave and silenced Sookie with a hand over her mouth and taken her to the library to wait for Edgington who'd have to go placate his little trophy wife. Who'd gotten upset about something.
Sookie kept talking at him though. About how he was betraying her. How she hated him. Big hat, no cattle. Yadda, yadda, yadda.
Till he finally snapped and yelled in her face that he did not care about her.
He was torn.
He needed Edgington to save Pam. He was old enough and powerful enough and insane enough to go up against The Magister.
And he needed Edgington to die. Die a thousand times over. Suffer, and suffer endlessly for what he had done. Having to smile and pretend to be at ease in his company was almost unbearable.
And now Sookie. With her alluring scent and her golden hair. Her tempting breasts and the promise between her legs, and her headless, stupid bravery.
And he could not allow her to distract him.
For he didn't care about her. He didn't. At all.
Then Edgington had returned, doing his pants up, and had asked Eric to leave them alone. And he had.
And now he is standing here.
Torn.
Alone.
Edgington has just fetched Sookie for a chat.
Sookie, who had been dragged here when Edgington returned, her pale vampire lover boy subdued by one of the King's burly security guards.
They had both expected Eric to do something to save her and he had been able to feel Sookie's chock and anger when he'd merely grinned at Edgington, telling him that he did not know what it was, but that he was sure it was valuable. Laughing at Sookie for believing that she was somehow his equal.
Bill had, foolishly, attacked Edgington. As if. He'd been dragged to the slave quarters and Loreena had stood there, tears in her eyes. But still present enough to snarl at Sookie. Who'd given as good as she got.
And Loreena was lucky that he could not be distracted by her when she bad-mouthed his Maker. That he had to let her live.
He could not let himself be distracted by this. Any of this.
He had to think.
And so he'd let Loreena leave and silenced Sookie with a hand over her mouth and taken her to the library to wait for Edgington who'd have to go placate his little trophy wife. Who'd gotten upset about something.
Sookie kept talking at him though. About how he was betraying her. How she hated him. Big hat, no cattle. Yadda, yadda, yadda.
Till he finally snapped and yelled in her face that he did not care about her.
He was torn.
He needed Edgington to save Pam. He was old enough and powerful enough and insane enough to go up against The Magister.
And he needed Edgington to die. Die a thousand times over. Suffer, and suffer endlessly for what he had done. Having to smile and pretend to be at ease in his company was almost unbearable.
And now Sookie. With her alluring scent and her golden hair. Her tempting breasts and the promise between her legs, and her headless, stupid bravery.
And he could not allow her to distract him.
For he didn't care about her. He didn't. At all.
Then Edgington had returned, doing his pants up, and had asked Eric to leave them alone. And he had.
And now he is standing here.
Torn.
