Ash is on a rampage. Her last goal: Killing Eric Northman!
After her boyfriend Tom is killed in New York by a handsome looking stranger she makes it her life mission to revenge his death. With the grand revelation she finally finds a clue as to who...
My inner muse is in a bit of a funk right now (she can be quite demanding at times) – Lets coax her out of her shell by interacting a bit with this story and my profile!
Also: There may or may not be a rather cheesy, spicy, fluffy prequel to this story I once wrote. It was another Eric Northman Fanfiction (with a lot more spice, since this once was turning out to be a real slow-burn and I got too anxious to wait), which was set in 1951 in the north of Italy.
Good thing, Eric is a hot thousand year old vampire with a lot of life-experience under his belt ... pun intended ;)
I had published it, after the German version of this fan fiction had reached 100 votes as a big thank you. This story is not quite there yet, but I feel like you guys are heading there regardless and I'm not a fan of pressuring people to "like" your story if they are not feeling it.
So I'm asking instead: Would you be interested in another, faster-paced prequel to this Eric Northman story with a lot more spice and longer chapters (8 chapters in total with about 5000-8000 words each)?
Please let me know!
And now, without much further ado: Eric and Ashley in their weird love/hate relationship
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Hearing myself, I slapped my hand over my mouth and looked at Eric with wide eyes.I was furious and wanted to scream at him. What in the world had he done to me?
Then again...
As if on autopilot, I stood up and walked toward him. I don't know who was more confused—me, him, or Megs. When I stood in front of Eric, I absentmindedly reached out and ran my hand through his now short hair. It slipped through my fingers like soft silk, and I shivered with pleasure from the sensation.
Oh. My. God.
His expression changed almost imperceptibly. He blinked. To any outsider, he probably looked bored, almost annoyed. But as I stood this close opposite him, I saw a spark reflecting in his eyes. A true emotion trying to fight their way to the surface, where the stoic vampire suppressed it with all his might. Somewhere between his suggestive remarks, his arrogant, overbearing demeanor, and the bloodthirsty Viking vampire, I just stood there facing Eric, the man he must have once been. A man who knew pain and loss. Who had loved and dreamed.
I had found him, deeply buried and hidden behind walls of boredom, bloodlust, sex, and rejection. Just for a second. Just in his eyes. But I saw him. I made a connection with him – and my heart squeezed painfully as it all crashed down on me for a split second, before I realized I had felt his emotions.
Then, suddenly and brutally, the curtain fell like a heavy iron gate and before my sight had readjusted, I found myself standing in front of the closed office door, alone. With a swing, I regained back possession of all my five senses. It took a full five seconds to realize that Eric, in a movement invisible to my eyes, had practically thrown me out of the room.
