Prompt Table 006: Flying.
Who: Eric
What: Panic. Sheer bloody panic. [/end Sherlock Holmes reference]
When: Between 3x08 and 3x09.
Where: Russell's estate, then en route, then Fangtasia.
Why: raisedtofight love runs deep. As you can see.
WARNING: Spoilers for the aforementioned episodes. Obviously.
It'd been so easy. Somehow, it was shocking.
The plunge of the stake, straight through to the heart. He'd put extra force behind his hand, too much. As though Talbot would have some kind of protection, something to make this harder for him. But it'd gone straight through. No trouble at all.
Eric remembered every second, and was reliving it constantly. From the decision to finally do it, to driving the wood home. He remembered the scream, the explosion of blood and gore, the mess that was left behind. During those moments, the ones that had gone too quickly, if he hadn't know better he would have sworn he'd felt his long dead heart pound with the exhilaration that only revenge could bring.
Talbot had died on his hands and knees. Not quite in the manner he'd been hoping for, but it was more than enough at the time. The One True Death. One of the few things vampires still had left to fear in this world. And Eric had sent him there. The only person left that Russel Edgington still loved.
It had been perfect.
Then it was over.
When he'd risen from his knees, Eric found that his legs were shaky. His eyes were wide. And as it all slowly sunk in, as his mind truly grasped what he'd just accomplished, Eric was overwhelmed. For the first time since Godric had met the sun, and Odin only knew when before that. Fear, exhilaration, self righteous triumph-- Fear. He was afraid. Not just for him, but for Pam. What this would mean for both of them.
He had to get out of there. Immediately. Russell would have felt it happen, and while he would have loved to face him, to take pleasure in the agony he undoubtedly felt, Eric had to be smarter than that. Panic gnawed at his brainstem, at his currently frayed sense of reasoning, but he still knew.
There was no time. He would have to get back to Fangtasia, and get Pam. And they would have to run.
It took under a minute to dress himself, then get to the window, throwing it open hard enough to send a jagged crack up the glass. A moment's focus, and he was in the air, flying as quickly as he was able.
There was time to think now, though not long. Eric couldn't seem to remember himself, see his way through the emotions warring inside his head. They had nowhere to go, after all. Too many bridges burned, and those that weren't burned would explode on contact, sending him and Pam straight into the custody of the American Vampire League. After all, no one would believe a single thing he had to say.
Except that he'd murdered the lover of one of the oldest and most powerful vampires on record. That part, it wouldn't be hard to convince others of. They need only look at the mess left on Russell's floor.
Again, as though blood was flowing in his veins, Eric thought he felt his chest constrict. His lungs and throat locked up. There was no one he could turn to. For all the supposed friends he'd made, no real place to hide.
The thought alone nearly broke his focus to send him careening out of the air, but as he started to fall, Eric's awareness snapped back into place, and he righted himself once more. He had to get to Pam, and get them out. Maybe Sookie would--
"You mean nothing to me, understand? Nothing."
Eric closed his eyes.
"I hate your fucking guts, Eric Northman! I promise, I will pay you back for this!"
Sookie would not.
It was just as well. When the AVL came for them, it would be too dangerous. And protecting her would be a burden on both him and Pam. Not that he was sure he could in the first place. This was his problem, he couldn't bring her into this just to-- It was best to leave it alone.
With Fangtasia in sight at last, Eric started to descend. He had to get rid of these clothes. He had to think. He had to clean himself up immediately. He had to make everything stop long enough to fix this and-- And he had to think.
He sniffed as his landed. Pam was not far. Good. There was so little time.
Eric started to run.
What: Panic. Sheer bloody panic. [/end Sherlock Holmes reference]
When: Between 3x08 and 3x09.
Where: Russell's estate, then en route, then Fangtasia.
Why: raisedtofight love runs deep. As you can see.
WARNING: Spoilers for the aforementioned episodes. Obviously.
It'd been so easy. Somehow, it was shocking.
The plunge of the stake, straight through to the heart. He'd put extra force behind his hand, too much. As though Talbot would have some kind of protection, something to make this harder for him. But it'd gone straight through. No trouble at all.
Eric remembered every second, and was reliving it constantly. From the decision to finally do it, to driving the wood home. He remembered the scream, the explosion of blood and gore, the mess that was left behind. During those moments, the ones that had gone too quickly, if he hadn't know better he would have sworn he'd felt his long dead heart pound with the exhilaration that only revenge could bring.
Talbot had died on his hands and knees. Not quite in the manner he'd been hoping for, but it was more than enough at the time. The One True Death. One of the few things vampires still had left to fear in this world. And Eric had sent him there. The only person left that Russel Edgington still loved.
It had been perfect.
Then it was over.
When he'd risen from his knees, Eric found that his legs were shaky. His eyes were wide. And as it all slowly sunk in, as his mind truly grasped what he'd just accomplished, Eric was overwhelmed. For the first time since Godric had met the sun, and Odin only knew when before that. Fear, exhilaration, self righteous triumph-- Fear. He was afraid. Not just for him, but for Pam. What this would mean for both of them.
He had to get out of there. Immediately. Russell would have felt it happen, and while he would have loved to face him, to take pleasure in the agony he undoubtedly felt, Eric had to be smarter than that. Panic gnawed at his brainstem, at his currently frayed sense of reasoning, but he still knew.
There was no time. He would have to get back to Fangtasia, and get Pam. And they would have to run.
It took under a minute to dress himself, then get to the window, throwing it open hard enough to send a jagged crack up the glass. A moment's focus, and he was in the air, flying as quickly as he was able.
There was time to think now, though not long. Eric couldn't seem to remember himself, see his way through the emotions warring inside his head. They had nowhere to go, after all. Too many bridges burned, and those that weren't burned would explode on contact, sending him and Pam straight into the custody of the American Vampire League. After all, no one would believe a single thing he had to say.
Except that he'd murdered the lover of one of the oldest and most powerful vampires on record. That part, it wouldn't be hard to convince others of. They need only look at the mess left on Russell's floor.
Again, as though blood was flowing in his veins, Eric thought he felt his chest constrict. His lungs and throat locked up. There was no one he could turn to. For all the supposed friends he'd made, no real place to hide.
The thought alone nearly broke his focus to send him careening out of the air, but as he started to fall, Eric's awareness snapped back into place, and he righted himself once more. He had to get to Pam, and get them out. Maybe Sookie would--
"You mean nothing to me, understand? Nothing."
Eric closed his eyes.
"I hate your fucking guts, Eric Northman! I promise, I will pay you back for this!"
Sookie would not.
It was just as well. When the AVL came for them, it would be too dangerous. And protecting her would be a burden on both him and Pam. Not that he was sure he could in the first place. This was his problem, he couldn't bring her into this just to-- It was best to leave it alone.
With Fangtasia in sight at last, Eric started to descend. He had to get rid of these clothes. He had to think. He had to clean himself up immediately. He had to make everything stop long enough to fix this and-- And he had to think.
He sniffed as his landed. Pam was not far. Good. There was so little time.
Eric started to run.