When you came in the air went out

Monsters

Well, wasn't this the most terrifying situation I'd been in. And I thought the Dallas nest was dangerous. 

Sookie and I were painfully held in place so could only watch as Eric stepped up to the alter, where a long length of silver chain waited for him. 

He'd given himself up freely. Just like Godric had for his nest. I momentarily marveled at the nature of Eric and Godric's relationship.  I hadn't imagined Eric would sacrifice anything for anyone else, he certainly hadn't shown me any indication of it anyway. And now he was here giving up his life? 

"Eric, no" I said as he smoothly lay flat on the alter.  His growls of pain mingling with the sizzling of the metal on his skin. I felt queasy. But that was quickly forgotten by a fierce backhanded slap around the face. I guess I wasn't supposed to talk. It also had the unfortunate consequence of launching Steve Newlin into a hateful vitriol at my expense. 

"The war has begun you evil whores of Satan. You vampires cast the first stone by killing my family. The lines have been drawn. You're either with us, or against us. We are prepared for Armageddon."

"You are fucking insane" I couldn't stop myself yelling at him and trying, in vain, to dislodge my captors' grip. Not that I thought it was going to help at all. 

At some unseen command from Steve, the two guys lifted me so my kicking feet were useless, and carried me over to the altar. I struggled as much as I could but every movement hurt and when I tried to kick them they skirted out of the way, pulling on my arms more. I screamed in frustration.

They set me down so I was kneeling at the end of the alter where Eric's feet were draped in silver. Before I could try and escape, the heaved me up and forward with enough force to vault me up the length of Eric's body so I landed face to face on top of him. It would have hurt anyway but the added pain from the chains took my breath away.

Eric growled beneath me, a mixture of anger and pain that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I was overwhelmed with the quick assault and now I could hear the sizzle of Eric's skin against the silver and smell the burning flesh. I gagged and coughed and was only aware I was tied up with rope after they had completed the task. I didn't know if I was completely bound to Eric but my wrists were behind his neck, giving me almost no purchase to push myself up to look around. I lay completely flat on top of him, covering the length of him. He was breathing deeply and steadily but that was a strange thing in itself - its not like he needed to.

"Now the whore can be with her demon in hell for all eternity." A part of me wanted to whimper and cry but another part, a much bigger part, wanted to show Steve Newlin how a true crucifixion should go. With a human. Preferably him. I screamed in frustration and struggled against the ties. I refused to die like this; at the hands of a bigoted, in-bred, spoiled brat of a preacher.

Eric's breath caught in my ear and I felt him tense beneath me, making me stop. "You OK?" I said quietly, my voice breaking and a lot higher pitched than I wanted or expected it to be.

"Peachy" he hissed through bared teeth.

I lifted my head up to look at him. He was all fangs and snarling in obvious anger and pain, he looked like a monster, but looked how I felt inside; angry, pained, almost panicked. What made it worse was that I could do absolutely nothing. Tears of frustration burst out to my embarrassment. My only consolation was that I knew Eric would know that they were not tears of fear.

That made me stop and think and Eric noticed the change in me and looked at me sharply. He must feel me thinking about something but not know what the thoughts were exactly.

I was vaguely aware of Steve rambling on about something but I didn't care. I looked into Eric's almost luminous blue eyes and then down to his lips. I saw him raise an eyebrow just as I leaned forward and kissed him.