Guess who’s back… back again

askard hidingHey y’all.  Yeah yeah yeah… I know it’s been more than six months.  I started a new job just a couple of weeks after I posted last and… what can I say?  Working at a bank 1)saps creative energy and 2)gives you a hand-washing complex that Lady Macbeth would say was OCD.  I never truly appreciated how nasty money really is until I had to handle it all day.  People are gross.

So, I tried for a few months on doing the original fiction and my age-old problem came back:  I SUCK at middles.  I know where I want my stories to go… usually.  Making it get there is the problem. Add into that that Maroon 5 gave me an idea for a Dramione fic that wouldn’t let go of my brain, I spent a few months working on that.  Thank God I didn’t post it because it’s languishing in my “Unfinished” folder on my hard drive.  Then came the series finale of “True Blood”.  I don’t think anyone was happy with that piece of sexist drivel… except for Bill becoming Goo.  That was good.  It made me smile.

So Sookie was all kinds of knocked-up and we never got to even see her baby daddy.  What if Eric met her kid and never realized who she was…?pregnant-sookie

So that was the plot bunny.  I probably wrote out the first chapter 17 times trying to get their introduction right.  Thanks to RealJena, I think I got it.


The sweetness lingered in his mouth. He swept his tongue over the fang marks, both to heal his companion and to steal any stray drops of ambrosia he may have missed. He let the unique flavor roll around in his mouth, so new yet strangely familiar.

After ridding the vampire populace of Hep-V, Eric Northman and Pamela de Beaufort had their scientists get to work on a human vaccine. While Pam’s motivation was feeding without interviewing her meal, Eric’s only thought was of one day seeing Sookie again. The scientists succeeded and, although mandatory in Japan, the vaccine was voluntary in the United States.  It became a fad among fangbangers to get their vaccination dates tattooed on the back of their neck.

Months and years passed faster than Eric was accustomed to. NuBlood was a full-time job.  He signed over management of Fangtasia to his associate Clancy from Texas and resigned his sheriff position to the (new and improved) Authority before leaving Louisiana for greener pastures and broader horizons. He thought his return would be sooner rather than later but twenty years passed in the blink of an immortals eye.  During those two decades, he’d felt joy, pain followed by immeasurable bliss, and crippling sorrow from the waning blood tie he had with the telepath, but business needs always outweighed his curiosity and, while never completely forgotten, he eventually found a way to set the fading access to the hybrid’s emotions to the back of his mind.

Eric and Pam decided to revamp (no pun intended) the synthetic blood market once the tainted True Blood fiasco was well in the past. When a formula was created that was less metallic and more realistic than its predecessor, the maker and child started making the rounds to get marketing approval from the necessary government agencies.

In Washington DC, the pair decided to bypass the donor lounges in favor of exploring the nightlife of the nation’s capital. Neither could find anything appealing in the clubs, finding the patrons too similar to the vermin of Fangtasia for their liking. As they passed a small theater advertising a concert, Eric’s attention was captured.

The girl – young woman – could not have been older than twenty. Her hair fell in thick, wheat-colored waves to her shoulder-blades. A shimmery, one-shoulder black gown accentuated her tall, slender frame; a hip-high slit giving a peek of a long tan leg.

Eric gripped Pam’s shoulder to slow her stroll. With a nod of his head, his progeny stared as well. The girl stood alone behind a wrought-iron fence. Her eyes were closed and she swayed gently to the soft strains of “Fur Elise” that could be heard from the concert hall. There was something subtle, yet strangely familiar, about the young woman that captivated the vampires.

A strange whistling tone came from the girl’s clutch, making her smile. She drew out the phone and, without checking the screen, said cheerfully, “Hey Parker.”

Neither vampire had any qualms about using their supernatural hearing to eavesdrop on a stranger’s conversation. A deep voice replied, “You’re not getting into trouble, are you? You know your mother worries with you so far from home.”

The eyes opened and rolled. “She agreed that Georgetown would be better for me than Tulane. It’s not my fault she’s still having separation anxiety. I’ve almost finished my thesis; I’m just taking a break to indulge in a little Beethoven to sooth my mind.”

The voice chuckled. “One normally doesn’t find Beethoven soothing, but you’ve never been conventional, have you? What’s your thesis topic?  No one seems to want to tell me.”

The girl hummed as she continued to sway. “The benefits of vampire rights amendments and how the experiences of their long lives can be lessons to improve our present and future.”

With a pained groan, the man replied, “And how have you done the necessary research for such a topic? Have your mother’s experiences taught you nothing?”

A heavy, exasperated sigh was his response. “You’re not my daddy, Parker, no matter how many times you wanted the position. Your Momma’s friend that keeps hoping for benefits that ain’t ever coming.” Her sophisticated polish chipped a bit with her twangy drawl. She cleared her throat and shook her head to regain her composure. “I met with the area sheriff, who gave me permission after I showed him my research so far. He set up interviews for me and has even told me of his own past. Can you imagine what life must have been like in Cleopatra’s court?”

Eric’s eyes narrowed as the man on the phone scoffed. “Sugar, that vamp is just playing you for a fool. No bloodsuckers in this country are that old.” The one thousand year-old vampire knew for a fact that the man was wrong. However, last he had heard, Lex was bouncing between Rome and Athens, seducing tourists and running his businesses. He’d never known the former prince to have any interest in ruling. Eric would find out for himself if he was mistaken when he checked in with the area sheriff in a day or two.

“Look Parker,” the girl stated firmly, “it’s not up to you to look out for me anymore. I talk to Momma enough so that she knows I’m healthy and happy. I’ve listened to her stories, learned from her mistakes, and am doing what I want to do with my life and talents. You know good and well that Momma was only a waitress because there was no money for college even if she hadn’t graduated high school by the grace of God. If she hadn’t been left to learn how to cope on her own, who knows what she could have done? But I had her and Niall while I was growing up… and even Daddy for a little while. I know what I’m doing, my mother trusts me, and you have no say in my life now that I’m grown. Butt out, Parker.”

The man grumbled unintelligibly before saying good night. The girl turned off her phone and resumed humming along with Beethoven, this time “Moonlight Sonata”. Eric continued to watch the girl as Pam sighed with impatience. The name Niall tickled something in his memory that he couldn’t quite force to materialize. Something about the girl intrigued him and only his progeny tugging on his arm combined with the girl heading inside convinced him to move on.

Two nights later Eric and Pam prepared for their meeting with the Washington DC sheriff, although since he answered to no monarch, he could have taken the title of King. He didn’t want it. The Viking and his child packed NuBlood prototypes and business proposals to take to Sofitel Lafayette Square. The penthouse suite was where the area sheriff both carried out business and played with his pets. Eric couldn’t help but wish he’d had the same setup when he’d been in charge of Louisiana’s Area Five.

The two blonde vampires checked in at the desk and waited while the attendant paged the penthouse. Several minutes later, the clerk unlocked elevator access to the highest floor. Against a wall of windows showing off the Capitol’s illuminated skyline in a throne eerily like the one that once sat on Fangtasia’s stage, sat the sheriff. Eric knew at once that his European gossip was horribly out of date.


So that’s chapter 1.  Right now I have over 25k words and 80 pages of a one-shot that mutated into a novel.  All I can say is that it’s a damn good thing that working in a small-town bank is so damn boring.  One of the other tellers is a Sudoku addict, the other is a tabloid addict.  I sit at my little window and scribble in my notebook.  The above story (tentatively titled “The Long Road Home” for now) has consumed 1 section of a 3-subject notebook, a full 3-subject notebook by itself, and is starting on a third. (green, black, and red in order).  Yes, I stock up during school supply season and have a stack of blank notebooks, mechanical pencils, and cap erasers just waiting for me.

I can’t say with any accuracy when this will be posted… or completed for that matter.  I’ve learned the hard way that I tend to lose inspiration and/or drive and leave a bunch of shit unfinished.  Most of the above stories are proof of said tendency. I will make some notes of warning about the upcoming story:

1) While I intend for it to end in Eric-Sookie, I have kinda-sorta fallen in love with my two original characters and concentrate on them a bit.  Both are somewhat introduced in the sneak-peek above.

2) Damn if I’m not a whore to details.  Little things slip into my mind that I want to explain.  If you’ve read some of my other stories, you know that I’m a slave for description and can get a little wordy.  I know it’s a flaw and I own it, but it should be noted that this story is no different.

lmao3) This story is in True Blood canon, not SVM.  However, the show left out some important stuff from the books, so I may incorporate some details from there. Also… I was/still am a Multi-Verse addict. I still can’t believe that EIM/Angela has been gone for over a year.  Her death was a tragic loss to the fanfic world and writing in general.  I also borrowed some of her details to fill in some info about hybrids.  Fanfic is taking an original author’s characters, details, or worlds and transforming them into a different work of creativity.  I consider this a fan fiction of True Blood, the SVM books, and Ericizmine’s Multi-verse.

I do wonder if anyone is still following this, so any comments about anything I’ve posted above would be appreciated.  I’ve missed that and am SO glad to be back!happy askars

16 responses to “Guess who’s back… back again

  1. So excited to read something new from you. Pleased that you have posted this for us to read. Glad that you have progressed to the future & not dwelled on the “what ifs”. Can’t wait to read more!!! 🙂

  2. Good to have you back! You were missed!
    By the way – it might be me, but was is your new story called?
    This story should be a good one.
    The only thing I’m a little worried about is a Eric/Sookie’s daughter combo, that would a little too eww for me, but I have faith!
    Now, you just go get us in to a “tizzy”! I, for one, cannot wait!

    • Big point… MEET Sookie’s daughter, not get with. That would be eww for me too. Don’t worry about that. I’m a TeamEricSookie fan 100%. I don’t like pairing them up with anyone else if I can help it. I love working on this and can’t wait until it’s ready to be posted!

  3. It’s been a long time…and I’m so glad your back! The first chapter is a great start and this story has a lot of potential!!! I’m interested to see where you take this. I don’t think I’ve seen another story come from this angle before… I’m already hooked! As a fellow Multi-Verse addict. I’m thrilled that you mentioned using EIM/Angela’s work as inspiration. The author and the world she created is missed by so many people… Having never met her personally I still feel like I lost a friend when she passed. Can’t wait to read more of this fic! Thanks for sharing.

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