SUMMARY: [Note, this is a WIP] After having been released from his sentence of the True Death, Eric wants to leave Louisiana so he does not have to return to his former self, with his old memories. Sookie, torn between leaving with Eric or staying to fight by Bill's side, suggests that Eric be sent to one of his estates in Sweden to keep him safe, promising she will join him later.
Notes:
WARNINGS; Everything the show has: sexual content, violence, language, mentions of character death. Also, TRIGGER WARNING for suicidal thoughts, depressive content and generally OMG THIS IS A BAD FIC-ness. You've been warned ;]
NOTES; This was written partially as an RP intro post (part two, set in Östersund,) and the opening was a short one-shot I wrote up as means of catharsis. At the urging my girlfriend, I decided to do a heavy edit and post it as a stand-alone fan fic. Takes place circa season four, namely between Eric having nightmares and King "Beel" releasing him from the True Death.
NOTES II; I know nothing of Sweden other than I learned through my own brief research into the geography of Östersund, so any oddities are my own. All quotes are from S04E06 "I Wish I Was the Moon". As usual: I own none, you sue none.
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Memoria Violenta. Eric/Sookie. R. 2474 Words.
Suicidal-Zombie@A03/NixySixx@Wattpad.
Bon Temps, Louisiana
" According to my progeny, I am a barbarian thug
Who has never respected your authority?" -Eric to Bill
Nightmares were an excuse he could only use a handful of times and soon Eric took to sitting beneath the ladder rungs leading into his cubby, holding onto the metal with one hand to feel the vibrations in the floor above as Sookie walked, going about her day. His chest ached when she left to do whatever it was she did during the day and by sunset he could barely contain himself, waiting for her to climb down and tell him it was okay to come upstairs.
Eric was content simply following Sookie around the house, to the point where she would turn around with that soft smile, part amused and part in awe of him and tells him to sit down or do something. And he would. Anything that Sookie told him to do; he did even if it meant hiding in his cubby all day where he barely slept.
In her arms, her light kept the darkness away; kept his head clear and he could sleep, waking rested and content. More content than he felt locked away in his room. It couldn't last forever and one night the darkness became too much, too overpowering and he bit her on the thigh, drinking her sweet blood and just as soon as he tasted her blood he recoiled in horror - but it was too late. She had woken, gasping his name and he covered his mouth and pulled away from her so quickly he upset the bed sheets.
Just like everyone else has told you: you are the monster who will take out her light...
Sookie didn't seem angry; not once she saw his reaction and was carefully moving towards him, whispering his name but he matched each step she took with three of his own back, until he stumbled halfway down the stairs before catching himself. "I'm sorry," he whispered, and was in the safety of his cubby in seconds, gripping the doors tightly closed even as he heard her give chase. She tugged at the doors once, cursing softly and he felt the blood-tears well up.
"I'm so sorry..." Eric whispered, before retreating down and stilling on his bed so that the motion-sensor lights dimmed and he was left in darkness where he belonged.
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Östersund, Sweden
" Tell her I was born the night she found me, and because of her,
