A motherfucking viking (vikingsheriff) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-08-09 17:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | eric northman, jill mastrano dragomir |
Who: Eric and Jill
What: Shit goes crazy at Fangtasia and Jill saves Eric
When: Tonight
Where: Fangtasia
Warnings: Kentucky Fried Vamp anyone?
Eric hadn't stopped thinking about Sookie since their fight the other evening. He had driven her back to the prison himself but the ride had been silent. He hadn't said a word, he didn't know what to say to her. She had apologized, had said that if he wanted her to be his that all he had to do was ask. It sounded so simple and yet for Eric, it was a matter of pride. Since Eric was a thousand year old vampire who was nearly indestructible, being proud was something he clung to. Sookie had hurt him, had seen him at his most vulnerable. He had been but a child with her and he had loved her and worshiped her like someone who was seeing her with brand new eyes. So much love had passed between them in those weeks when he had been without memory.
Fucking witches. They should have taken his memory of that away from him when they had restored him. Eric hated witches and yet he kept company with a tiny blonde one named Cassie. She was a nice girl and she was lovely and frankly Eric was using her in case he should ever need a witch. He would have fucked her anyway but it helped knowing that she had so much power underneath all of that smooth skin and blonde hair. Eric was fond of Cassie but probably not as fond as Cassie was of him. He was a thousand year old vampire who did things for reasons. She was a teenage girl, albeit a powerful one but a teenage girl all the same. Still, he liked her well enough to not call on her when he had made up his mind to fuck Sookie right out of his system.
He must have screwed every whore in Katherine's brothel. She hadn't even been technically open for business yet but nobody ever said no to Eric. Nobody except for Sookie anyway. He was getting annoyed with them after awhile though it wasn't their fault. He just couldn't get her out of his head as much as he tried. He would love to shake Sookie Stackhouse, if only he could find a way. He was thinking about her again as he sat in the bar brooding away as Tara tended bar and Pam sat on her throne looking glorious as ever. Pam would glare at him and say something smart if she had any idea what was bugging him. Really he should be focusing on bigger things at the moment than Sookie. Sookie could take care of herself. He and Nora needed to find a way to stop Dick.
Just as his thoughts drifted back to Dick, there he stood in the bar with a fucking barstool. Eric frowned deeply when Dick staked one of his patrons. Killing another vampire was a great offense once. It was the reason why Bill was forced to make Jessica, because he had killed Longshadow to save Sookie. Eric wasn't any happier about it now happening in his bar but before he could even think to try something, to fucking tear Dick into little pieces again he had already set the sprinkler system off. Eric snarled as he felt the first drop of silver hit him but it didn't stop the angry giant from crashing through the bar towards Dick. He would fucking tear his head off and bury that in concrete and see what happened next.
He never had the chance. The bar turned into complete chaos and Eric was lost in the crowd, the silver beginning to eat away at his flesh. Something erupted right next to him and he was thrown off of his feet onto the floor. He rolled over onto his back and yelped when a few drops of silver ended up in his eyes. Now he couldn't see anything either.
"Everyone stay calm!" He climbed up to his feet, his pleas for calm had fallen on deaf ears. The vampires and humans in the bar were still panicking and Eric felt something hot at his back. He turned and through blurred vision saw flames licking up one of the walls of Fangtasia. He cursed and stumbled to the door but the handle was hot to the touch but he gripped it tightly anyway. Pain was fleeting, he needed to get everyone outside. Even in his weakened state he was every bit the viking warrior that Godric had admired. He slammed his shoulder into the door trying to get it to budge but it would not move.
His sleeve caught fire then and he dropped to his knees desperately batting his arm against a table but between the sting of flames and the silver spraying from the ceiling, Eric slumped to the floor.