Season Four

[onceaviking]

She opens the door behind her and walk him back inside with her, still kissing him.

She is kissing him.

Just one kiss and he promised her that he would be happy. And now they are raining down on him like the sweetest dew and she is moving back toward the couch (kicking off her slippers on the way) and his hand is touching the soft fabric of her dress and - yes. Yes he is happy.

They settle on the couch and he touches her, almost hesitantly.
Sookie is far more resolute, as she grabs hold of the hem of his top and pulls it off him, grinning a little.

It's the sweetest thing he has ever seen.

Her dress goes too and she lies there in her underwear, all beautiful and radiant and warm and alive.

He leans down and kisses her rib cage.
Then her belly.

Sookie lets her head fall back and moans -

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[onceaviking]

"Don't -" he says and squats down on the floor next to her.

"You just tried to protect me. They shouldn't punish you for tbat. Not when I'm the threat. "

[lazy_but_loyal]

"Yeah, well, there's nothing either of us can do about it now," she mumbles, turning her blood-streaked face away from him.

"Besides, how are you the threat? You don't even want to hurt anyone."

[onceaviking]

"But if the witches could take all my memories who knows what else they can do?"

His voice is quiet.
Soft.

"It's true that I don't want to hurt anyone. But I have. Even after - I killed Sookie's fairy godmother."

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam would smile at the fact that Eric killed Sookie's fairy godmother. She really would. She wants to. Except her face would fall off.

But Eric is unfortunately right about being under the witches' spell. Those in Marnie's circle were still free. They still might be able to do something to him, or Bill, or any other vampire they come across.

"Did you kill her by accident?" she asks about the fairy, because she has to admit, accidental killings can be problematic. Much better if they can be justified with intent, like revenge or something.

[onceaviking]

"Kinda. I mean, I sort of - drank her?"

It just sounds awful when you put it that way.

[lazy_but_loyal]

"You were hungry and it was fairy blood. I understand."

No human is going to understand like another vampire would.

There are heavy footsteps approaching down the hall.

[onceaviking]

He looks at the door and then back at Pam.

"I'll do what I can for you. I promise."

He ought to. Right?

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam can barely muster a grateful expression. Barely...because of her face. The look is mostly in her one good eye, though, but she's definitely grateful.

A guard appears at their cell, a big, looming silhouette against the fluorescent lights.

"Dawn is approaching," he says in a nondescript tone. "His Majesty will announce his sentence at sunset."

He then turns and leaves.

"Not even a last meal," Pam mumbles halfheartedly. "Fuck you, Bill."

[onceaviking]

Eric gets up.

"Right. So - "

What do you say?

"I'm sorry I don't remember you. And that - that you've been hurt because of me."

[lazy_but_loyal]

"Oh, Eric," she sniffles, looking up at him.

Their bond may be gone, as gone as his memory of her, but at least he still cares. This Eric is too...good to not care.

"I wish I could've done more for you."

[onceaviking]

He shrugs a little.
Awkwardly.

"You tried."

He doesn't want to die.
But as he just t's her, he doesn't want to be this vampire he doesn't remember being.

[lazy_but_loyal]

It wasn't enough.

Pam slowly gets to her feet and drags her blanket to the bed.

"I should probably try to sleep," she says, gathering her long black mourning dress around her legs and lying down on the simple mattress. "I don't feel pieces falling off me when I'm asleep."

She throws the blanket over herself, including her head. To keep the smell down.

[onceaviking]

He hovers, uncertainly, and then he goes over to the other bunk bed and lies down.

Offering to cuddle just seems wrong. Also, he's afraid of her.

He sighs and closes his eyes.

[lazy_but_loyal]

No cuddling.

Besides, she's too self-conscious about the state of her entire body.

As the sun climbs and the day drags along, Pam sort of halfway drifts into sleep. Not quite like death, not quite conscious. Blood tears still seep from her eyes as if she's crying within a dream.

[onceaviking]

Eric on the other hand sleeps like the dead.
Or a vampire.

No dreams.

No tears.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Nighttime falls.

As soon as Pam rouses, she's immediately aware of how heavy her skin feels. She whimpers quietly.

This sucks.

And now Eric's going to die and she's going to die and everything is terrible.

[onceaviking]

"Pam."

It's a whisper.

Eric has been awake for a little while and he has been thinking.

"Pam? I'll ask the King to let you go once I've - after."

It's the right thing to do. He's sure the King will understand that.

"Do you have a place to go?"

He doesn't dare ask if she has anyone she can go to.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam is silent for a while. Staring bleary-eyed at the dimness the blanket affords from the fluorescent lights outside the cell.

"Yes," she finally says, her voice cracked.

She has their home, she has Fangtasia.

Oh, god. Ginger. Shit.

Well. Nothing will matter if Bill doesn't let Pam go.

She lowers the blanket from her face but doesn't turn to look at Eric. She's hideous.

"Thank you."

The footsteps are coming again...

[onceaviking]

He gets up and goes wait by the door.
He doesn't look back at her.

This is it.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Three heavily armed guards in tactical gear show up. One of them unlocks the door, sliding it back.

"Eric Northman, come with us. Don't resist."

They have machine guns and silver cuffs, but they won't use them on him if he comes peacefully.

Pam gets up and watches. She stays in the shadows, trying not to make a sound as she weeps.

[onceaviking]

Eric looks at thrm. The guns. The cuffs.

They really must think he is dangerous.

He turns his back and crosses his wrists. "You'd better cuff me," he says, quietly.
"Just in case."

[lazy_but_loyal]

The guards glance at each other before one of them nods once, sharply, and slips the handcuffs from his belt. He secures them around Eric's wrists, his flesh smoking and burning when it comes into contact with the silver.

Pam winces, and as she moves to the bars of the cell, another guard slams the door shut. She wants to call out to Eric, to tell him to go down fighting, to tear Bill's face off when he can-- but it wouldn't do any good. So she remain silent, watching the guards lead Eric away. And she braces herself for the moment she'll feel his true death.

The guards March Eric down the hall and up the stairs, and into the main room of Bill's mansion. A fourth guard joins them. He's holding an old, ornate box, about a foot and a half long. From there, they escort him outside.

There's a full moon tonight.

In the distance, wolves howl.

And Bill Compton is waiting on the front lawn.

[onceaviking]

He hisses a little as the silver touches his flesh.

It hurts.

But it's a small pain. And it will be over soon enough.

He doesn't look back at Pam. It wouldn't do any good.

He walks quietly, looking down at the ground as the guards lead him across the lawn. When they reach the King, one of the guards press down on his shoulder and he kneels.
Willingly.

[dobadthings]

This is wrong, and you know it!

Sookie's voice rings in Bill's ears as he waits in the moonlight for Eric to be brought to him.

She shouldn't involve herself in the affairs of vampires. And she was making herself a nuisance. So he had ordered the guards to arrest her if she ever set foot on his property again. It was for her own good.

This is what he keeps telling himself.

He'd spoken to Nan Flanagan, requesting a warrant to impose the True Death upon Eric Northman. With the witches still a threat, they could potentially control him, use him as a weapon. There was no other option.

This is wrong.

And you know it.

Bill turns around at the sound of footsteps, and watches Eric pad across the grass. He looks down at him as he kneels.

"You understand why you're here?"

[onceaviking]

He understands.


"I've been told I'm under the spell of a necromancer," Eric replies, quietly.

He is a threat. A weapon.
This is the right thing to do.

Eric looks up at his King. Sad. Earnest.
"And that I consorted with your human."

He knows that now.