Eric hurls himself after the vampire, grabbing hold of a poker, and raises it above his head, gleefully anticipating the sound of cold flesh turning to dust.
"Eric! Stop!"
Sookie's voice is filled with something he can't place. Doesn't understand.
"What is this vampire to me?" he asks her, because he has learned that much in Milliways. That when he doesn't understand people, he has to ask.
And she answers, her voice shaking. "Your King. He is your King."
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Date: 2017-09-20 07:36 pm (UTC)"Eric! Stop!"
Sookie's voice is filled with something he can't place. Doesn't understand.
"What is this vampire to me?" he asks her, because he has learned that much in Milliways. That when he doesn't understand people, he has to ask.
And she answers, her voice shaking. "Your King. He is your King."