Season Four
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onceavikingSookie is sleeping. She is laying on the bed in a flimsy nightdress that somehow makes her seem more naked than her naked skin would have. Clinging to her thighs, her buttocks, her breasts, her hair fanned out on the pillow.
He watches her from the doorway. Half naked.
Entranced,
And then - there is a heavy hand on his shoulder. A cold, heavy hand.
He turns and looks down.
A vampire.
Short and pale with cropped hair and a dark, geometric band tattooed across his clavicle.
"Hello Eric," he says, reaching up to run a finger along Eric's jawline.
It's a gentle touch.
Confusing.
Caressing.
Paralyzing.
He steps past Eric and walks over to where Sookie lies sleeping. Running a hand up her leg. Leaning down to breathe her scent, face close to her neck.
And then Eric moves, the trance finally broken, rushing to the bedside, pushing the other vampire away.
"Don't touch her," he says, and his voice sounds strange to his own ears. Strained. Pained.
"She is beautiful," the other vampire murmurs and then he continues, in Swedish, "Drink with me. Let us drain her and walk in the sun together."
He is appalled and frightened but his 'no' sounds weak to his own ears.
Still, it enrages the other vampire, who is in front of him in a flash, his fingers closing around Eric's throat. Forcing him to his knees.
Snarling, "You are incapable of love," as if he can hear Eric's thoughts. "You are damned."
"She can redeem me," he whispers.
"You cannot be saved. You are a creature of death, and the living are good for only one thing. And it is not love."
And the vampire lets down his fangs and hisses and he is a frightsome and fearful sight, making Eric's insides go cold and heavy.
"Drink," he orders and Eric tries to tell him no, he really does, but the hand on his neck is so heavy and his fangs throb and it is just easier to go along with it, to let his fangs down, to let the hiss out -
He sits up with a start, alone on the cot.
He rises and walks up the stairs, through the dark house.
Sookie is in bed, obscured by her cozy flannel nightgown.
He stands in the darkness, staring down at her.
She opens her eyes, startled.
"Ah, Eric! What the hell?"
And he says, "I had a bad dream."
He watches her from the doorway. Half naked.
Entranced,
And then - there is a heavy hand on his shoulder. A cold, heavy hand.
He turns and looks down.
A vampire.
Short and pale with cropped hair and a dark, geometric band tattooed across his clavicle.
"Hello Eric," he says, reaching up to run a finger along Eric's jawline.
It's a gentle touch.
Confusing.
Caressing.
Paralyzing.
He steps past Eric and walks over to where Sookie lies sleeping. Running a hand up her leg. Leaning down to breathe her scent, face close to her neck.
And then Eric moves, the trance finally broken, rushing to the bedside, pushing the other vampire away.
"Don't touch her," he says, and his voice sounds strange to his own ears. Strained. Pained.
"She is beautiful," the other vampire murmurs and then he continues, in Swedish, "Drink with me. Let us drain her and walk in the sun together."
He is appalled and frightened but his 'no' sounds weak to his own ears.
Still, it enrages the other vampire, who is in front of him in a flash, his fingers closing around Eric's throat. Forcing him to his knees.
Snarling, "You are incapable of love," as if he can hear Eric's thoughts. "You are damned."
"She can redeem me," he whispers.
"You cannot be saved. You are a creature of death, and the living are good for only one thing. And it is not love."
And the vampire lets down his fangs and hisses and he is a frightsome and fearful sight, making Eric's insides go cold and heavy.
"Drink," he orders and Eric tries to tell him no, he really does, but the hand on his neck is so heavy and his fangs throb and it is just easier to go along with it, to let his fangs down, to let the hiss out -
He sits up with a start, alone on the cot.
He rises and walks up the stairs, through the dark house.
Sookie is in bed, obscured by her cozy flannel nightgown.
He stands in the darkness, staring down at her.
She opens her eyes, startled.
"Ah, Eric! What the hell?"
And he says, "I had a bad dream."
