FIC - Not Expected
TITLE: Unexpected
AUTHOR: Veruca ( verucasalt123)
FANDOM: True Blood
PROMPT:Necromancers
RATING: R (mainly for language)
WORD COUNT: ~650
SUMMARY: Sookie’s thoughts on Eric current predicament.
SPOILERS/WARNINGS: All of the new season of True Blood. If you haven’t seen Season 4, don’t read this.
This is not real.
Honestly. This just can’t be real. What the hell? I just saw Eric. He was all yelly and bossy and “you will be mine, like his usual aggravating self. And now he’s this. With his “I’m sorry”s and shyness and seemingly genuine gratitude at my taking him in. Even after he found out that technically, I’m just letting him stay here in the house that belongs to him, he’s still…whatever he is. He doesn’t remember himself. He’s shy and apologetic and grateful for what he perceives as my kindness.
Eric literally scooted his body around the rug in my foyer because his feet were muddy. Nevermind those pants. I am not thinking about those pants. Or how low they are on his hips, or how they show the perfect V shape there, and that they’re the only thing he’s wearing. Neverfuckingmind any of that, because I’m thinking about something entirely different, and I am NOT thinking about the pants. Or the body. Seriously y’all, I am so totally not thinking about those things. I’m thinking about how this happened to him, what the hell does it mean?
Witches. I get that much. He had gone to see some witches. Bill had told him not to send anyone else, it had to be him (oh, and yeah, please believe everything Bill Compton says, right? Because that had worked so well for me in the past. Insert ginormous eye roll right here). Bill had told him to go, said the witches were necromancers. Their purpose, allegedly was to summon the spirit of a dead person, or take something dead and make it alive again, or some shit like that. And technically, Eric was a dead person. And what I have here, in front of me, is the spirit of the person he was before he was dead, I guess, in a way. When I don’t remind him to speak English, he keeps talking to me in some language I don’t understand, something Nordic, I’m sure, on account of that being what he was when he was alive a thousand or so years ago.
Did being a vampire mean that his spirit was lost? That the witch had brought back something that Eric didn’t already have? Didn’t sound that likely to me. But what Tara said about her conversation with Pam, that Pam thought Bill had sent Eric to those witches on purpose, sending Eric right into a trap the size of the state of Louisiana…I guess, no matter what I wanted, I couldn’t discount the possibility.
Either way, the truth is that I am giving in to it now. He’s touching me, holding me, he’s talking but I’m not sure what he’s saying, and I’ve given up the fight. I want him, he’s so beautiful, and when I tell him not to bite, he doesn’t. He just kisses me and touches me and tells me over and over again that he’s so thankful for my kindness. I can’t think anymore about the witch who turned him into this, or about Tara’s warning that Bill may have purposely done this to Eric in an attempt to get rid of him. Honestly, I could not possibly care less about kings and plots and necromancers and fairies and shifters and whatever it was before that forced me to deny my physical attraction to him.
I gave myself over, let myself have what I wanted, and gave Eric what he wanted too (without the whole biting thing). And for real, y’all, I know I’ll regret it tomorrow.
But it’s not tomorrow yet.
AUTHOR: Veruca ( verucasalt123)
FANDOM: True Blood
PROMPT:Necromancers
RATING: R (mainly for language)
WORD COUNT: ~650
SUMMARY: Sookie’s thoughts on Eric current predicament.
SPOILERS/WARNINGS: All of the new season of True Blood. If you haven’t seen Season 4, don’t read this.
This is not real.
Honestly. This just can’t be real. What the hell? I just saw Eric. He was all yelly and bossy and “you will be mine, like his usual aggravating self. And now he’s this. With his “I’m sorry”s and shyness and seemingly genuine gratitude at my taking him in. Even after he found out that technically, I’m just letting him stay here in the house that belongs to him, he’s still…whatever he is. He doesn’t remember himself. He’s shy and apologetic and grateful for what he perceives as my kindness.
Eric literally scooted his body around the rug in my foyer because his feet were muddy. Nevermind those pants. I am not thinking about those pants. Or how low they are on his hips, or how they show the perfect V shape there, and that they’re the only thing he’s wearing. Neverfuckingmind any of that, because I’m thinking about something entirely different, and I am NOT thinking about the pants. Or the body. Seriously y’all, I am so totally not thinking about those things. I’m thinking about how this happened to him, what the hell does it mean?
Witches. I get that much. He had gone to see some witches. Bill had told him not to send anyone else, it had to be him (oh, and yeah, please believe everything Bill Compton says, right? Because that had worked so well for me in the past. Insert ginormous eye roll right here). Bill had told him to go, said the witches were necromancers. Their purpose, allegedly was to summon the spirit of a dead person, or take something dead and make it alive again, or some shit like that. And technically, Eric was a dead person. And what I have here, in front of me, is the spirit of the person he was before he was dead, I guess, in a way. When I don’t remind him to speak English, he keeps talking to me in some language I don’t understand, something Nordic, I’m sure, on account of that being what he was when he was alive a thousand or so years ago.
Did being a vampire mean that his spirit was lost? That the witch had brought back something that Eric didn’t already have? Didn’t sound that likely to me. But what Tara said about her conversation with Pam, that Pam thought Bill had sent Eric to those witches on purpose, sending Eric right into a trap the size of the state of Louisiana…I guess, no matter what I wanted, I couldn’t discount the possibility.
Either way, the truth is that I am giving in to it now. He’s touching me, holding me, he’s talking but I’m not sure what he’s saying, and I’ve given up the fight. I want him, he’s so beautiful, and when I tell him not to bite, he doesn’t. He just kisses me and touches me and tells me over and over again that he’s so thankful for my kindness. I can’t think anymore about the witch who turned him into this, or about Tara’s warning that Bill may have purposely done this to Eric in an attempt to get rid of him. Honestly, I could not possibly care less about kings and plots and necromancers and fairies and shifters and whatever it was before that forced me to deny my physical attraction to him.
I gave myself over, let myself have what I wanted, and gave Eric what he wanted too (without the whole biting thing). And for real, y’all, I know I’ll regret it tomorrow.
But it’s not tomorrow yet.