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

Past and Present

"I don't have a good reason for leaving you that morning Eric." She meekly whispered to me as we lay intertwined in a heap of spent limbs, submerged in a sea of white designer sheets, "I was- I am so in love with you and that fact alone caused me to become..." 

She paused and with her dark, mesmerizing eyes, she held me in her gaze. "I-I've never loved anyone as I love you and it scared me shit-less, I didn't know what else to do but to leave you."

"Did leaving me make your life better, Tara?" I ask in all honesty while brushing a strand of her curly ringlet from her cheek.

"You know it didn't!" She piped. "But it's hard to see the rainbow when you're sitting in the storm." She wisely stated, and then took an exasperating sigh and went on.

"I tried hiding Ciree from the world, not just from you. I wanted a normal life. No Vampires - No Covens...but that all went to shit when I discovered your inspector Stan and he discovered our bun in the oven..." She shook her head and sighed again. "At least Holly's hopeful, but I still don't know how the rest of the Coven will react to him, if they'll, hate him, fear him, try to kill him... As for the Vampires- who the hell knows...? I'm so grateful that for right now Stan and you are the only ones who know what he is...Eric, I'm so afraid for him." She sniffled back a tear, which threatened to spring from her lovely eyes. "That's why I hide him."

"I will never let anything happen to you and Ciree," I promised my love, my voice laced with conviction.

The mention of Baker's name upset me more than it should have. In essence, I am grateful. I sent Baker to look after her and he did, in his own twisted way. Still, I'm fucking furious. He should have never been within 50 feet of my doll or my son- that was the deal. He disobeyed me and blackmailed my woman. My strong desire to kill him did not falter.

"You can't be with us 24-7 baby," She whimpered while adroitly moving her fingers in a circular motion on my chest. It tickled and her eyes lit up when I chuckled.

"You're ticklish Eric Northman?" She giggled and tickled me again.

"You are a very distracting Tara Mea; get on with telling me about our miracle child." Distracting is not a strong enough word to describe the angel in my arms. All these years, every-time I'd close my eyes, it was only Tara that I'd see.

"He really is a miracle. No labor pains. I gave birth to him on Halloween, with one push in my bathtub. It was a good thing too; there was no way I was going to the hospital. While I was pregnant, Stan told me that he couldn't hear the baby's heartbeat. I knew for sure I was carrying a vampire."

"I breastfed him for months until one night I saw those fangs," She chuckled; "I ran to the store in the middle of the night and brought him bottles. He becomes a vampire only at night and craves blood, just like a kid craves candy," she smiled proudly thinking about our child," When he was a year like most kids drink apple juice he started to drink True Blood outta sippy cups. During the day he plays outside and his favorite food is pizza and fries."

"Ciree can day walk?" I asked, amazed by that fact alone. Not that a vampire consuming food and human beverages was any less incredible.

Tara silently nods her confirmation and then continues, "I tried to put him in school, but that didn't last long. In elementary school, Ciree was scolded by the teacher for chitchatting with a classmate during a lesson. He had a helluva tantrum, and using telekinesis, he chucked his lunch box at the old lady. Luckily, she ducked and it shattered against the blackboard. He scared everyone shit-less, no one wanted him around. I removed him from the school and we moved away. I've taught him many Wiccan lessons since, but he is so impulsive, he just can't control his powers."