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

Slow and Easy

"NO! Eric...I-I mean, I don't know...Jesus Christ..." she sighed and took another step back in defeat, moving her body just enough for me to enjoy minor shivers in her cleavage. I could practically smell her ever-growing arousal in the air. Her body was screaming at me. There was some fear in her eyes that was just as palpable.

Tara is deeply troubled. But I've known that for a long time now.

My eyes could not stop taking her in. I was unsure how much time I would have in her presence, and although she made a valiant attempt to hide it, she was doing the same.

"You think you can just show up again," she tossed all the items in her hands on a nearby table, "And just like that I'm your fang-banger again?"

"My Lover again..." I corrected her.

She paused for a moment to absorb the single word that defined us a decade ago. Tara and I were lovers, passionate and true.

No other blood or sex could compare. She was the only one I hungered for, all I needed. With her, I was satisfied. When my blue-eyed gaze met her uncertain brown eyes I cursed every single god responsible for making her even lovelier than I had remembered.

"I-I can't, I just can't Eric. Things... So much has happened...changed since I left."

And then she shut the door.

All of my fears, all of my reasons for keeping away over the years engulfed me at once as I listened to the finality of the door locks connect. Her backside made a light thud sound as it hit the door. I could hear the stifled sounds of sobbing.

Normally crying humans irritated me, but hearing Tara cry was different.

Since her departure from my life, I'd only kept up with her movements through the reports made by my long-time friend, Deputy Stan Baker. His orders were to always stay in the periphery of her travels and activities- to remain out of sight. His instructions were to only intervene if she was in immediate danger and to contact me if that ever happened or if her travels took her beyond his boundaries, so I could then make new provisions for her security.

Looking out for her well-being was the least I could do when she had done the same for me and my progeny. The night after Tara and I had finally consummated our relationship, the scorned ex sought vengeance. Pam and I sat on the stage laughing at the sobbing woman who shouted incantations at us.

Tara rushed in, a beacon amidst the brazen dye jobs, bloodshot eyes, and weathered fatigued flesh... and I was entertained even more as my beautiful, saucy lover slapped and pushed her ex all the way out of my bar and into the parking lot.

Tara warned us, she said Sarah Newlin is a powerful High Priestess. I took no heed of her warning until I awakened the following night.

I was roused by the sounds of Pam having a full-blown fit. In frustration, I sat up from my coffin and ran my hands through my hair. A large patch of hair- still connected to my scalp slid off into my hand. She stopped her wailing, turned to me and we gasped in unison. Her flesh was decaying. She lifted her hand to touch her cheek, and a chunk of skin slid off.

Tara, going against her coven, and risking being shunned from her community forever, acted fast. She frantically and literally searched the world for a cure. By the time she got back from Spain, Pam and I were unsightly, rotten corpses, too weak to feed. Using her magic, she reversed the spell and even fed us her blood.

She took care of us, she saved us and for that, I will always be grateful. The only thing Tara asked in return was that I not retaliate and kill Sarah. I obeyed her wish, but the damage had already been done. The fight between the two witches caused a rift in the once-united coven. So Tara, her Elders, and her Apprentices left the safety of the coven to start anew.

I'm not sure how long I stood on Tara's rickety porch, but eventually, I gathered my wits and left.