Into the darkness (an Eric Northman Fanfiction)

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A/N I DO NOT own the characters from True Blood or The Vampire Chronicles. True Blood belongs to Alan ball and Charlene Harris
The owner of The Vampire Chronicles is none other than Anne Rice
Again I do not own those characters, but the other characters are mine! 🥰

      As soon as I walked in it felt like everybody was looking at me. I took a booth furthest from everybody. This place is phenomenal I've never been here before. Fangtasia, a nightclub/vampire bar in Shreveport, LA. Mainly humans come here for sex with a vampire, to be bitten, or the ultimate "gift" to be turned. I can hear all of their thoughts including the vampires. Their so pitiful that's it's almost sad. Looking to feel something with a vampire. We will stay young and fresh while they grow old and feeble.
Ever since True blood came out humans semi-trust vampires . As I hear the screaming heavy metal fade out I try to listen in on him, Eric Northman, one of the oldest vampires in this bar. He's over 1,000 years old if you could believe that. But his thoughts are in Swedish. He notices me staring and comes my way.
"Your majesty, what brings you to Fangtasia on this nice night?" He has a very cocky (almost sarcastic) attitude.
"I'm not a queen. So please don't address me as 'majesty'." I want him to go away now.
"Why the sour face? " he takes a seat in front of me.
"I didn't want this you know.... I've joked about it, but I never thought I would be queen of anything. "
He ran his hand through his slick, blonde hair. "Well you could always use your gifts for good. Is it true you can burn someone with just a thought?"
"Yes... but I don't know how to control it. I should go." I got out of the booth.
"I need a bounty hunter... maybe you can help me with that"
"I don't do that anymore. Gottta show I'm not a 'danger to society'." I walk out of Fangtasia thinking about Eric's offer.
        How did he know I was a bounty hunter? I did bounties for not only court houses but for big time gangsters. I almost got killed a time or two, but hey I gotta make my bread. But ever since I was turned things were different. I can't hunt or anything because I have to prove I'm not dangerous due to my multiple gifts. Hell if I wanted to set a whole town to embers.
             As I walk outside I inhale the cold autumn air, and I start to regret reaching for her hand. Letting her turn me into a monster. I miss hearing my heartbeat, I miss breathing, and the only good thing out of this is that I can still walk in the sun. I was miserable until I met Eric. He was assigned to me to keep an eye on me and to make sure I don't burn everybody or send them flying through a train. Like who would do that? Even with my powers I would never do that to somebody.... unless they hurt a loved one of mine.
As I walked through New Orleans I caught the sound of a child crying. I follow the sound, and there lies a little boy sobbing in fetal position. He looked about 7 maybe 8 years old, and had blonde hair with a little bit of black in it. I squatted down to check on him " Are you ok?" I asked as soft as a mother would to a child.
"He hurt me.." he started trembling and sobbing a hurtful cry. I didn't want him to tell me, so I just placed a hand on him to see for myself. What I saw would've made the strongest of Christians curse. This little boy has been through so much since birth. From being sold to a sex slave trade to being almost killed.
I decided to glamour the boy, and I took him to Fangtasia. I took him through the back door, and I bumped into Pam, Eric's progeny. " Your Majesty what a surprise. What bring you back with this..." she sees the boy behind me " tiny blood bag" she finished with a scrunched up face.
" One, don't address me as a queen. Two, don't call him a blood bag. Three, where is Eric?"
Pam raises an eyebrow "Why should I tell you?" She stepped a little too close for her own good. I sat the little boy on a nearby coffin and told him to close his eyes. He was scared at first, but obeyed eventually.
I then turned to Pam and within a spit second I found my lips on hers. I could tell that she enjoyed it. "Well well well what's going on at this little slumber party?" I open my eyes to see Eric standing at the door entrance of his little dungeon. " I was looking for you and Pam said she couldn't tell me!" I know I know blaming her was a bit of a dick move but it's not a lie....not entirely. "What can I say things just slip my mind." With that Pam left the dungeon, but before she left she gave me a quick wink.
"I didn't know you had a thing for girls" he said with a cocky grin. "Why is there a tiny human on my coffin?" Oh shit I completely forgot about him.
"He needs a place to stay, and I was wondering if he could stay here for a while until I find him a place to stay. I need to track down whoever hurt this kid."