Pam Swynford De Beaufort (
lazy_but_loyal) wrote2017-07-17 08:50 am
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Entry tags:
- canon,
- eric northman,
- oom,
- s4
OOM - At Fangtasia with Eric
[Continued from here.]
Pam opens the Staff Only door onto the main room of Fangtasia. It's empty and quiet, though some of the lights are still on, illuminating the dance poles and the stage.
The stage glows a deep blood red, the throne stands without its sheriff.
Pam drifts toward the edge of the room. She keeps her distance from Eric, knowing that the smell of rotting flesh upsets him as much as it would anyone.
"This is your nightclub, Eric."
Pam opens the Staff Only door onto the main room of Fangtasia. It's empty and quiet, though some of the lights are still on, illuminating the dance poles and the stage.
The stage glows a deep blood red, the throne stands without its sheriff.
Pam drifts toward the edge of the room. She keeps her distance from Eric, knowing that the smell of rotting flesh upsets him as much as it would anyone.
"This is your nightclub, Eric."
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Well, this is just Eric's memory loss talking, she reasons. He just doesn't know any better.
"But it's your nature, Eric. I've been with you for a hundred years. I would know."
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He'd have liked for that to have come out all self-assured and confident.
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Who is filling Eric's head with this bullshit?
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How do you answer a question like that?
"Because it is the right thing to do?"
That wasn't supposed to be a question.
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(She can feel her skin sagging sluggishly over her brow. She was never big on facial expressions but moving her face sucks now.)
"Who told you that?"
Because that is not something Eric, the real Eric, would say unless he was being ironic. And this Eric doesn't seem to have an ironic bone in his body.
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At least that he has spoken with. At Milliways.
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"You have to stop listening to them. They are wrong about you."
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He likes having friends.
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the truth hurts
And he is suddenly angry at her. At everything.
The confusion.
The hunger.
The rules that he doesn't know.
The longings that he doesn't understand.
And so he snarls, his fangs slamming down. Hard.
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But somehow...
...that anger...
She's torn between placating him and encouraging him to feel this anger because at least it's something from deep down inside him, something familiar, something inherently vampire.
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He shouldn't have done that.
The anger and confusion still churns inside him - But he shouldn't have done that.
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She hadn't felt sadness since Eric was under threat of execution by the Authority. But he had found a way out of that. This Eric...doesn't seem to want to save the vampire that he once was.
"You are my Maker, Eric," she says softly. "I can't let this happen to you."
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He doesn't know what to say.
What to do.
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After a while, she finally says, "You can't stay. You're in danger here."
Another pause.
"Why are you wearing only a blanket?"
Not that it was ever truly odd for the old Eric to be wandering around the house in just a towel after a shower or something, he would've just skipped the towel altogether.
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"I left my clothes by the lake. When I went swimming," he says.
Which doesn't really explain it.
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What is Pam paying Sookie for?
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It had been sort of disappointing.
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Because it was at night, right?
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A pause.
"The water was really nice."
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What.
Pam is past chiding now.
"--Eric, what the fuck? Didn't you burn??"
Also, really, Sookie?! She's going to get a pay cut if she keeps letting Eric run around like this.
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He picks at the blanket. And then he dcowls.
"And a stupid werewolf."
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"Eric," she says very slowly, "this is why you have to stay hidden. If you're not going to listen to me...then listen to Sookie."
Eric has no idea how much it pains and irritates her to say that.
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"I did go back," he says. "I'm not a child."
To be told what to do.
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"No," she murmurs. "You are Eric fucking Northman."
And she wishes he'd act like it.
"You have to go back to Milliways now." She sweeps past him and starts up the stairs before she starts crying and her face melts.
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