True Blood Canon - Season Four, Ep. Four
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onceavikingHe steps through the door - and then he is rushing up the stairs and through Sookie's house, because there is yes, yes, fucking yes a fairy. Right there.
They are talking but he can't hear what they are saying and then she is in his arms, the fairy - terrified and screaming - and his fangs are down and Sookie is yelling at him but he can't hear her.
And he bites.
And the world explodes in sparks of joy.
And he drinks.
The fairy disintegrates between his fingers and he swallows, looking up at Sookie.
His head feels heavy, all of a sudden. And filled with cotton wool.
He blinks at Sookie who seems - upset?
Upset. Yes.
"You just killed my fairy godmother," she says. And he can't help a small giggle from escaping, because c'mon, that does sound funny. BUt he tries to school his features and sound contrite, as he says, "'m sorry?"
She starts talking fast. Agitated. "We're sittin' ducks out here if any of Claudine's friends show up.
Hurry. In the house."
Trying to get him to get off the ground. To move.
To understand that this is actually really serious.
"We're headin' for the cubby, you hear me?"
And then it's as if a veil is drawn aside and he sees her. He really sees her.
And he wants her. He -
"Hey."
Her voice is annoyed.
"Hey."
And a little frightened.
"More," he says. Because he can hear her blood sing and he wants it.
"Quit," she says, sharply.
"I want more."
"You can't have any more. There isn't any more. You drank the whole faerie, and you're going to your room."
She could cry if the whole thing wasn't so fucking bizarre. And if she hadn't seen the fairies without the glitz and glamour. If she hadn't learned of her grandfather's fate, abducted and held prisoner.
"Drink you up." His tongue feels thick and uncooperative.
"Eric, you'll kill me!" Genuinely frigtened now.
"No!" He could never do that. Not that. Not her.
"I would never harm you."
And she almost believes him, even as he stands there, covered in fairy.
"You better not," she says. "Come on, I'll tuck you in."
She is sweet.
He can feel a smile (loose and broad) spread on his face. And then he moves, vampire fast -
"Hey! Did you just pinch my butt?"
"Beautiful butt," he sing-songs, because it is. And it fits just right in his hands. He knows it.
"Well, thanks, but hands off."
"Whoo!" he hollers.
"Hey! I said -" and then it dawns on her.
Intoxicating faires. "You're drunk."
"Catch me," he yells and runs off a little way towards the trees. Laughing.
"Get back here! I'm trying to help you." She can feel the desperation tint her voice.
"You can't do this. Get back in the house right now."
But he won't. Not when the night is beautiful and the air soft.
"Never," he calls out.
She tries to reason with him using the best argument she knows.
"It'll be dawn soon!"
It will.
"I don't care," he yells and then he really does run away from her, too fast for her eyes to follow.
Faster than her cry.
"Eric!"
They are talking but he can't hear what they are saying and then she is in his arms, the fairy - terrified and screaming - and his fangs are down and Sookie is yelling at him but he can't hear her.
And he bites.
And the world explodes in sparks of joy.
And he drinks.
The fairy disintegrates between his fingers and he swallows, looking up at Sookie.
His head feels heavy, all of a sudden. And filled with cotton wool.
He blinks at Sookie who seems - upset?
Upset. Yes.
"You just killed my fairy godmother," she says. And he can't help a small giggle from escaping, because c'mon, that does sound funny. BUt he tries to school his features and sound contrite, as he says, "'m sorry?"
She starts talking fast. Agitated. "We're sittin' ducks out here if any of Claudine's friends show up.
Hurry. In the house."
Trying to get him to get off the ground. To move.
To understand that this is actually really serious.
"We're headin' for the cubby, you hear me?"
And then it's as if a veil is drawn aside and he sees her. He really sees her.
And he wants her. He -
"Hey."
Her voice is annoyed.
"Hey."
And a little frightened.
"More," he says. Because he can hear her blood sing and he wants it.
"Quit," she says, sharply.
"I want more."
"You can't have any more. There isn't any more. You drank the whole faerie, and you're going to your room."
She could cry if the whole thing wasn't so fucking bizarre. And if she hadn't seen the fairies without the glitz and glamour. If she hadn't learned of her grandfather's fate, abducted and held prisoner.
"Drink you up." His tongue feels thick and uncooperative.
"Eric, you'll kill me!" Genuinely frigtened now.
"No!" He could never do that. Not that. Not her.
"I would never harm you."
And she almost believes him, even as he stands there, covered in fairy.
"You better not," she says. "Come on, I'll tuck you in."
She is sweet.
He can feel a smile (loose and broad) spread on his face. And then he moves, vampire fast -
"Hey! Did you just pinch my butt?"
"Beautiful butt," he sing-songs, because it is. And it fits just right in his hands. He knows it.
"Well, thanks, but hands off."
"Whoo!" he hollers.
"Hey! I said -" and then it dawns on her.
Intoxicating faires. "You're drunk."
"Catch me," he yells and runs off a little way towards the trees. Laughing.
"Get back here! I'm trying to help you." She can feel the desperation tint her voice.
"You can't do this. Get back in the house right now."
But he won't. Not when the night is beautiful and the air soft.
"Never," he calls out.
She tries to reason with him using the best argument she knows.
"It'll be dawn soon!"
It will.
"I don't care," he yells and then he really does run away from her, too fast for her eyes to follow.
Faster than her cry.
"Eric!"
