Season Four
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onceavikingThe world has gone mad.
And maddest of all is the spirit of the witch that took possession of Marnie and gave her the skill to wipe Eric's memory. She was hurt and killed by vampires and now - now the time has come for revenge. Now the time has come for the vampires to burn.
Marnie's coven members are scared and easily convinced. They will help her weave the spell.
But their secret is leaked and the King of Mississippi and Louisiana takes action. He decrees that all vampires must silver themselves to keep them from being hurt by the spell. And then he makes his way across the cemetery, as his guards secures his mansion, to deliver the message to Eric.
And Sookie.
He shows up, Bill, all of a sudden. Weighed down by the knowledge of the grave danger facing the vampires under his domain.
A witch from the time of the Inquisition. Killed brutally by vampires, exploiting human folly and bloodthirst and now returned to seek her revenge. It had been easy for her to possess the wet hen fancying herself a witch, with her Wiccan coven and her silly chants.
But now they weren't so silly anymore. Eric, poor, vapid Eric was the proof of that.
So here he is, in Sookie's living room, to warn them both. And feeling a little additionally weighed down by the sight of Sookie and Eric, the latter still child-like and vapid, the former - well, radiant.
But he has his duty. And they too need to know what precautions to take against the witch.
“Sookie.”
“Your Majesty.”
It's awkward.
So awkward.
But Sookie is grateful and she was raised well. So she says, “I don't know why you let Eric go. I'm not sure I want to know but I'm glad you did.”
Bill nods, doing his best to keep a neutral and somewhat benign demeanor. “It appears the reunion was a happy one?” he says, because what do you say in circumstances such as these and Eric replies, with a jubilant “Very much so,” before Sookie shushes him.
Then she asks, “What's in the bag?”
The heavy carpet bag the King has brought with him. And he tells them to sit down and then he shows them.
The pile of heavy, silver chains looks strange here, in the warm coziness of Sookie's house. Chains for binding.
“I can't believe a witch can make vampires do that,” Sookie says, disbelievingly. How would that even be possible? To make vampires wake in the middle of the day to go running into the sunlight. To go fry themselves to death.
“Well, I believe it,” Eric says, quietly.
He would believe this witch capable of everything.
Bill looks at them. Seriously. “Of course, it would be safest if Eric were to come with me but the choice is his,” he says. Because it would be. For Sookie at least.
“I'm not leaving,” Eric replies, predictably and Bill nods, just a little. “I thought not.”
He gets up, nodding at the chains. “I leave you with this then.”
Sookie stares at him, wide-eyed. “Are you kidding me?” Silver chains? That many?
“If we do not chain ourselves, then we will all meet the sun together. I am going home where Jessica and I will do the very same thing. If you care anything for him, you will do this or it'll be his last day on Earth.” He goes for dignified and regal and he thinks he pulls it off quite well. All things considered.
Besides, sooner or later, Eric might revert to his old self again, and if that happens, Sookie will remember this.
Hopefully.
He leaves to return to his mansion and Jessica in the dungeon. Leaving Eric and Sookie on the couch. Looking at the pile of silver in front of them.
-----*----
It's one of the hardest things she'd ever had to do. Silvering Eric.
Every time she lays down a chain his skin begins to smoke, slowly burning away at the touch of the metal. She can tell he is in agony, even though he tries to hide it. For her sake.
There are so many chains. She tells him he is the strongest vampire she knows.
In most other circumstances, it would have been flirtatious. Now, it's just frightening. But she will not allow herself to think about the dangers inherent in this. In Eric somehow breaking his chains. Mad with pain and bloodlust, mad from -
No.
The sun rises and time stills.
Eric's groans and the scent of his slowly burning flesh somehow fades into the background.
“What time is it?” he asks, hoarsely.
She doesn't know. Didn't think to bring a watch and now she doesn't dare go back upstairs to fetchone. “It must be past noon by now,” she says.
It must be.
“The spell hasn't come. It may not come at all.”
His voice is strained. Pained.
“Maybe not.”
But maybe it will. Oh, why didn't she bring a watch?
“Sookie, remove the silver.”
So much pain.
“I can't take that chance. There's still half a day of sunlight left. If I let you meet the sun I'd never forgive myself.”
She is on the verge of tears. From seeing him like this. From the smell. From knowing that this might not work.
“King Bill said the witch is very powerful. So who knows? I may meet the sun anyway. I'd rather you didn't remember me like this.”
Weak.
In pain.
Surrounded by the stench of decay.
“There was one other time I saw you under silver,” she tells him, quietly. Her voice quivering a little. “You were in a church full of people who hated vampires. You said you'd give yourself up in exchange for Godric and for me. Didn't sink in at the time but even then, you were willing to die for me.”
“And still you didn't love me.”
It's a whisper.
She strokes his face. There's blood slowly oozing from his ears. From his nostrils. The Bleeds. But he is still beautiful, even like this. Tormented and trapped.
“There was still that other stuff that kind of blotted it out for me. I'd rather not think about it.”
Not when she has met this other Eric. The good, kind, sweet Eric.
“Sookie,” he whispers. “I don't want my memory back.”
“Why not?”
“ If you can overlook the things I've done and forgive me for them I don't want to remember. I'm perfectly happy as I am with you.”
He is.
Even in pain.
Trapped.
“Me too.”
She is. To her own surprise, she is.
She knows she should want for him to remember, but it would complicate so many things.
One thing is simple though.
“But I'm still not letting you out of the silver.”
And maddest of all is the spirit of the witch that took possession of Marnie and gave her the skill to wipe Eric's memory. She was hurt and killed by vampires and now - now the time has come for revenge. Now the time has come for the vampires to burn.
Marnie's coven members are scared and easily convinced. They will help her weave the spell.
But their secret is leaked and the King of Mississippi and Louisiana takes action. He decrees that all vampires must silver themselves to keep them from being hurt by the spell. And then he makes his way across the cemetery, as his guards secures his mansion, to deliver the message to Eric.
And Sookie.
He shows up, Bill, all of a sudden. Weighed down by the knowledge of the grave danger facing the vampires under his domain.
A witch from the time of the Inquisition. Killed brutally by vampires, exploiting human folly and bloodthirst and now returned to seek her revenge. It had been easy for her to possess the wet hen fancying herself a witch, with her Wiccan coven and her silly chants.
But now they weren't so silly anymore. Eric, poor, vapid Eric was the proof of that.
So here he is, in Sookie's living room, to warn them both. And feeling a little additionally weighed down by the sight of Sookie and Eric, the latter still child-like and vapid, the former - well, radiant.
But he has his duty. And they too need to know what precautions to take against the witch.
“Sookie.”
“Your Majesty.”
It's awkward.
So awkward.
But Sookie is grateful and she was raised well. So she says, “I don't know why you let Eric go. I'm not sure I want to know but I'm glad you did.”
Bill nods, doing his best to keep a neutral and somewhat benign demeanor. “It appears the reunion was a happy one?” he says, because what do you say in circumstances such as these and Eric replies, with a jubilant “Very much so,” before Sookie shushes him.
Then she asks, “What's in the bag?”
The heavy carpet bag the King has brought with him. And he tells them to sit down and then he shows them.
The pile of heavy, silver chains looks strange here, in the warm coziness of Sookie's house. Chains for binding.
“I can't believe a witch can make vampires do that,” Sookie says, disbelievingly. How would that even be possible? To make vampires wake in the middle of the day to go running into the sunlight. To go fry themselves to death.
“Well, I believe it,” Eric says, quietly.
He would believe this witch capable of everything.
Bill looks at them. Seriously. “Of course, it would be safest if Eric were to come with me but the choice is his,” he says. Because it would be. For Sookie at least.
“I'm not leaving,” Eric replies, predictably and Bill nods, just a little. “I thought not.”
He gets up, nodding at the chains. “I leave you with this then.”
Sookie stares at him, wide-eyed. “Are you kidding me?” Silver chains? That many?
“If we do not chain ourselves, then we will all meet the sun together. I am going home where Jessica and I will do the very same thing. If you care anything for him, you will do this or it'll be his last day on Earth.” He goes for dignified and regal and he thinks he pulls it off quite well. All things considered.
Besides, sooner or later, Eric might revert to his old self again, and if that happens, Sookie will remember this.
Hopefully.
He leaves to return to his mansion and Jessica in the dungeon. Leaving Eric and Sookie on the couch. Looking at the pile of silver in front of them.
-----*----
It's one of the hardest things she'd ever had to do. Silvering Eric.
Every time she lays down a chain his skin begins to smoke, slowly burning away at the touch of the metal. She can tell he is in agony, even though he tries to hide it. For her sake.
There are so many chains. She tells him he is the strongest vampire she knows.
In most other circumstances, it would have been flirtatious. Now, it's just frightening. But she will not allow herself to think about the dangers inherent in this. In Eric somehow breaking his chains. Mad with pain and bloodlust, mad from -
No.
The sun rises and time stills.
Eric's groans and the scent of his slowly burning flesh somehow fades into the background.
“What time is it?” he asks, hoarsely.
She doesn't know. Didn't think to bring a watch and now she doesn't dare go back upstairs to fetchone. “It must be past noon by now,” she says.
It must be.
“The spell hasn't come. It may not come at all.”
His voice is strained. Pained.
“Maybe not.”
But maybe it will. Oh, why didn't she bring a watch?
“Sookie, remove the silver.”
So much pain.
“I can't take that chance. There's still half a day of sunlight left. If I let you meet the sun I'd never forgive myself.”
She is on the verge of tears. From seeing him like this. From the smell. From knowing that this might not work.
“King Bill said the witch is very powerful. So who knows? I may meet the sun anyway. I'd rather you didn't remember me like this.”
Weak.
In pain.
Surrounded by the stench of decay.
“There was one other time I saw you under silver,” she tells him, quietly. Her voice quivering a little. “You were in a church full of people who hated vampires. You said you'd give yourself up in exchange for Godric and for me. Didn't sink in at the time but even then, you were willing to die for me.”
“And still you didn't love me.”
It's a whisper.
She strokes his face. There's blood slowly oozing from his ears. From his nostrils. The Bleeds. But he is still beautiful, even like this. Tormented and trapped.
“There was still that other stuff that kind of blotted it out for me. I'd rather not think about it.”
Not when she has met this other Eric. The good, kind, sweet Eric.
“Sookie,” he whispers. “I don't want my memory back.”
“Why not?”
“ If you can overlook the things I've done and forgive me for them I don't want to remember. I'm perfectly happy as I am with you.”
He is.
Even in pain.
Trapped.
“Me too.”
She is. To her own surprise, she is.
She knows she should want for him to remember, but it would complicate so many things.
One thing is simple though.
“But I'm still not letting you out of the silver.”
