Someday You'll Find Me (Eric Northman/ True Blood)

Cold and Loveless

A/N: This was supposed to be a short, a one-shot that, that soon spiraled into a lil story...

ERIC POV

I patiently waited as the sun dipped below the horizon, I felt eager to start my night. I had received a tip that a Coven opened a Wiccan novelty shop in the town of Bon Temps.

This would be of no concern, but this particular Coven is rumored to be powerful enough to control the dead. The leader is said to be a formidable voodoo priestess from New Orleans.

Needless to say, this is a serious concern; I needed no invitation when I arrive at the shop just before it closed. As I open the doors and enter, I am immediately struck by the fragrance of honey, skåne and pure sunshine. I paused in disbelief.

Could it be her?

It's been nearly a decade, but it would take centuries for me to forget a creature so enthralling. My question was pleasantly confirmed when my beautiful long lost Goddess emerged from the back of the shop.

When our eyes met, I knew she had not forgotten me. My fangs dropped and my dick got hard as I took her in. Her smell was inebriating, filling the room as she approached me.

"Eric Northman?" The beauty gazed at me bashfully, my stare causing her sweet-smelling blood to rise to the surface.

"What brings you to Moon Goddess?" She questions me from behind the counter. For a fleeting moment, I'd forgotten why I was there. I wanted nothing more than to become reacquainted with my sexy runaway lover.

Alas, as Sheriff, I must first uphold my duties.

"Your coven has taken residence in my jurisdiction, tell me why." Her rich and smoky doe eyes narrowed, showing her displeasure at the question I asked.

"Is it a crime to open up a Wiccan supply shop here?" She wet her plum fuckable lips, then bit them inwards, peering at me with disapproval.

"It is a crime to practice necromancy on Vampires," I answer, while eagerly awaiting her response.

And then she giggled...she fucking giggled. I had tried to erase her contagious and adorable laugh from my memory. But I quickly gather, I will never forget anything about her.

"I don't know what the fuck you talkin about Thor! My High Priestess only conjure spirits of recently deceased." She callously rolled her almond-shaped eyes. "Humans...that's our main source of money. People wanna know about wills and buried treasures and shit."

Her heels clicked as she saunters around the counter and pressed her backside against it giving me an eyeful of her dangerous curves.

I'm in awe, after all these years she is still so breathtakingly beautiful. She wore a sexy little purple corset -blouse, giving me a perfect view of her luscious cleavage. And skin-tight black jeans that hugged her shapely hips. She looked fucking edible.

"We haven't the power or any reason to summon vampires. Hell, we can't even get Ole Uncle Bob to speak with us most of the time. The spirit must be willing."

Oh the fire that burns within her. So fucking hot...After all this time, nothing has changed. I listened intently, surveying her eyes for any signs of dishonesty, listening consistently to her heartbeat. Her pulse remained calm, steady. She was telling the truth.

"Why did you choose Bon Temps as your place of residence..?" I questioned, still inspecting her face diligently for any signs of deception.

"I never told you Blondie, but I was born here, not Shreveport. My friend Holly sold me this shop for a very reasonable price. It was practically the only thing the coven and I could afford."