Aftermath

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Darkness is the first thing I remember. I have no idea where I am; how I got here. Wherever I am, it is completely dark. There is no way for me to tell what time of day it is. Despite the blackness that surrounds me, I can see perfectly well.

How is that possible?

The room I am in is barren save for the bed I am lying on. How did I end up in a bed? The last thing I remember . . .

I gasp in shock. The bomb! The last thing I remember is that member of the Fellowship of the Son, Luke MacDonald, walking into Godric’s home saying he had a message from Reverend Steve Newlin. Luke had been a one-man kamikaze attack on the vampires of Dallas; he’d strapped a bomb to his body along with wooden stakes, silver, and anything else that would inflict damage on vampires. I remember the second before his thumb had pressed down on the detonator. My breath had caught in my chest, as if the religious zealot had sucked all the air out of the room. Time had stood still for both humans and vampires alike in the second before the explosion. But once his thumb had pressed down on the tiny red button there were only two things that stood out in my mind: the intense heat and the deafening roar of the blast.

I never knew something could be that hot. It felt like I was inside Dante’s inferno or the inside of an erupting volcano. The heat singed my clothes and burned my skin; I felt like I was melting. Suddenly I had a greater appreciation for every piece of meat I’d ever smelled cooking on a grill. If I could go back in time, I would apologize to all the animals I’d consumed in my life. I know they were dead when we cooked ‘em and couldn’t feel anything, but I still felt the need to atone because being inside that house, I knew exactly what it felt like to be ‘on the barbie’ so to speak.

Don’t get me wrong, I like to tan, but I didn’t want to sizzle like a piece of bacon in the frying pan!

I couldn’t hear anything over the noise from the explosion. There was nothing I could even begin to compare that sound to; it was stronger than anything I’d ever experienced and left me with nothing but a ringing in my ears.

Did you ever watch the movie Backdraft? That movie was a personal obsession of Jason’s for years. He wanted to be a firefighter so bad because of that movie. He thought it would be the greatest thing in the world to be a fireman: it was a sure-fire (pardon the pun) way to get chicks and he’d be a hero. If the football thing hadn’t worked out, Jason was all set to be a firefighter, that is until he learned you had to go to school for it. That took the wind outta his sails; Jason only passed high school because of his football skills. There was no way he’d be able to charm his way through the fire academy. Anyway, the reason I bring it up is because watching the explosion was like watching one of the fires in that movie. In a split second, everything was engulfed in flames; red, orange, and yellow flames dancing along every surface they could find. But when there was nothing left for the fire to consume, it rolled back on itself, like it was sucking in its breath. It was looking for something to sustain to, something to keep it going, but there was nothing else for it to consume, nothing to feed its savage appetite.

After the blast itself, I don’t remember much of anything other than a few flashes that don’t make any sense. I was lying on the ground, immobile, with Eric hovering over me. There were tears in his eyes. Had something happened to Godric? Then there was the sensation of being weightless, as if I was floating through the air. I’d never felt like that before; I kinda liked it. It felt like I didn’t have a care in the world. It was a nice feeling given how I’d been feeling overwhelmed for weeks.

But then there was one sensation I could have done without.

Pain.

Endless, burning, excruciating pain that tore at my very soul. It was all-consuming and I wanted to cry out but found I could not. As fast and as hard as it hit me, it was gone; swept away by whispered words and a soothing, cool touch. I couldn’t understand the words, nor could I tell who was caring for me, but I felt safe and cherished.

Then there was nothingness until I woke up here. Except I still don’t know where here is.

I finally become aware of something other than my preoccupation with my surroundings. I am not injured, I am naked, and I am not alone. I know it is not a human that is lying in this bed with me. It makes me smile thinking Bill is lying next to me, that somehow he got me out of the burning rubble of Godric’s home and took care of me. When I look down at myself, there isn’t a scratch on me. Bill must have given me his blood to heal me. I smile and frown when I think about that. I’m grateful that he took care of me, because I wouldn’t have wanted to deal with the pain that would have come from being a burn victim. If the flashes I had while in the swirly, inky blackness were any indication, that’s something I was better off not having felt. But I don’t like the idea that he’s always giving me his blood to fix me. In the few weeks I’ve known Bill, I’ve had more near-death experiences than most people have in their lifetimes. Maybe those religious nuts have a point; maybe I’m not living my life the right way. I don’t necessarily think it’s because I’m involved with a vampire; you can’t help who you love. But something in my life needs to change. I can’t keep going through all these near-death experiences. Eventually one of them is going to catch up with me.

It must be after dark, because I feel the vampire mind beside me buzz back to life just as I feel his finger begin tracing the contours of my shoulder and down my spine. His touch is feather light and makes me shiver. With a smile, I roll over so that I’m facing my vampire.

I gasp in outrage and grab the sheet so that it is completely covering me.

“ERIC?!?!?!?!?! What the hell? What am I doing here? Why are you here? Where’s Bill?”

Eric Northman, the bane of my existence, is lying on his side completely nude. His long frame curled in such a way that it looks like we were spooning, though my eyes refuse to look any further south than his chest. He looks far more relaxed than I have ever seen him. Usually his expression is guarded, only showing me the cold hard mask of the Sheriff of Area Five. But today he’s an open book. His emotions flash so clearly across his face that I can easily discern what he’s feeling. There’s happiness and relief, which I don’t understand. When I mentioned Bill, I could easily tell he was annoyed and angry. But under it all there is a sense of reluctance; guilt even.

He sure as hell better be feeling guilty! There’s no way on God’s green earth I’d willingly lie in bed – NAKED – with Eric Northman.

Yes you would!

Shut up subconscious! This is not the time for you to be sneaking into this conversation.

Well then stop lying to yourself. You know it’s a sin to lie. And the only sinning we should be doing in this bed involves HIS body.

Oh my God! My inner voice is a slut! She needs to keep her trap shut!

“I’m waiting for answers,” I snap furiously. It’s hard to keep up one’s indignant stance when there is nothing more than a cream-colored sheet separating your naked body from that of a living sex god.

“I neither know nor care where Bill Compton is,” Eric snarls furiously. “If – when – I see him again it will mean his True Death.”

“Eric, you can’t mean that!” I know they don’t get along, but Eric can’t kill Bill. I love Bill!

Are you sure about that?

Yes, I’m – wait. Why would my inner voice be questioning my feelings for Bill, especially if she’s all about honesty? When I stop and really think about how I feel for Bill, there’s nothing there. Well, nothing deep anyway. The fascination over having met a vampire is definitely gone and there are certainly no feelings of love inside me. Hell, there aren’t even any feelings of affection. How is this possible? You can’t suddenly love a person one minute and then fall out of love with them the next!

Rather than answer me, Eric has been silently watching me as I debate with myself. He’s watching me as if I am the most interesting thing in the world. He lifts his hand slowly and I watch warily as his hand moves towards me. I watch him warily as I wait to see where his hand will fall. There’s no point in my trying to avoid his touch; he’s a thousand times stronger than me so it’s not like I could fight him off. And despite knowing how much he wants me, Eric has never forced himself on me. Yes, he’s pushed the boundaries, but he’s never made me feel as if I didn’t have a choice when it came to accepting his advances.

That is until I found myself lying naked in bed with him. How he got me to agree to that, I’ll never know!

“Tell me what you remember about the bombing.” His voice is as gentle as his touch on my face. Those strong fingers of his are barely touching my skin; it reminds me of being a little girl and giving my daddy butterfly kisses. It’s soothing and arousing at the same time. Without thinking, I turn my head so that my check is pushing into the palm of his hand. I want to feel more; I need to feel his skin on mine.

“I remember the bomber and then the bomb going off, but I don’t really remember anything after that. What happened? Is everyone alright? Where’s Godric? My brother?” Panic begins to set in as I realize I don’t know what happened to anyone else that was in the house. All I know is that Eric and I are OK.

“Your brother is well; he was protected by the brick wall that held the fireplace. Godric also did not suffer any injuries. Several vampires that night met their True Death, including Stan.” Eric is speaking in a monotone, relaying facts but not really telling me the whole story.

“What are you keepin’ from me?”

Eric sighs, an odd expression coming from him. It’s a sign of indecision, and it makes him seem almost human. “You were too close to the bomb. I tried to get to you, shield your body from the blast with mine, but I was too late,” he whispers brokenly as his thumb caresses my lower lip. A red tear rises to the surface in the corner of his eye and begins streaking down his handsome face.

“I tried to save you . . . tried to heal you, but I couldn’t. You were too injured. There was only one thing I could do . . . I couldn’t let you go,” he whispers feverishly.

My eyes have widened while I’ve listened to his tale. I don’t understand. What does Eric mean he couldn’t save me? I’m lying right here in bed with him, having a normal (somewhat) conversation. I’m all healed up, so I don’t understand what he’s talking about.

As if seeing my confusion, Eric lowers his hand from my face, pressing his fingers against the skin covering my heart. “The bombing was three nights ago. Godric and I brought you here to keep you safe.”

Three nights ago? Was I in a coma? Is that why I haven’t woken up before now?

“Your injuries were too great. Godric and I both used our blood to try to heal you; we even called Ludwig. I had to make a choice.”

“No,” I whisper in horror as I finally begin to process everything Eric isn’t saying. It’s not possible.

“You are a vampire Sookie.”

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46 Responses to Aftermath

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  2. theonemama says:

    Ohhh, so loved this story. Would love it even more if it kept going, maybe if you have time. Lol. Great story, thank you for sharing with all of us.

  3. tj6james6 says:

    Where’s the rest of it? 🙂

  4. Jenn says:

    I have never read anything like this before and I’d love it if you made it into a full length story.

  5. Would love to read more!

  6. oh you have to make this at least a short story. this is too good for a one shot. please?! 😀

  7. gabbieannie says:

    Make it a series please!

  8. lostinspace33 says:

    Holy sh*t! There has to be more!!!

  9. ericluver says:

    I just KNOW you’re working on the next part RIGHT NOW. Yes? *hopeful look*

  10. mindy781 says:

    Oh yes, you should continue . This is very fun and there are so many possibilities. I really liked this.

  11. Alison Belot says:

    Awesome, beautifully written. It so deserves to be more than a one shot!

  12. switbo says:

    I’m attempting to make the pleading face my boys use when they want something. Even if you could see it, I doubt it’s anywhere near as adorable as theirs…. Still, I really, really want you to continue this and I AM making the face, so….. Please?

  13. LaLa says:

    Oh please continue! Pretty please? With cherries on top?

  14. candykorn0 says:

    Love it! Cannot wait for more!

  15. Juicy says:

    I prefer your take on things over the show. Now please be a wonderful author and throw us another little bone of this story!! thanks !

  16. saldred75 says:

    aw, man is this a one shot? I like it!!! will there be more?

  17. larakingsley says:

    You did it again! Got me hook with just one chapter! And I’m greedy which means I want more! 😉

  18. Royal Ember says:

    Oooh so if both of them gave her blood….are both then her Maker??? Please continue!

  19. suzymeinen says:

    I’m on board with the making this a longer story. Please!

  20. Kittyinaz says:

    Doing more? Yes please!! Are they both her makers since they both gave her blood? And is Godric staying?? These are questions I have…need to have answers… Thanks though!!!

  21. ashmo2000 says:

    Ooo, I really want to where this goes. I hope you continue this. I really want to know what happened to Beehl.

  22. stephlyra says:

    argh, great. A long history and a long series would be great. keep it up

  23. valady1 says:

    You must continue this, it’s too good to leave at this point.

  24. Perfecta999 says:

    Awesome story! I wish it was not a one shot! I would like to see more chapters!

  25. rainey girl says:

    Just…wow… I would love for it to continue 🙂 pretty please!!!!

  26. I think it is so beautiful you have to go on .Remember nothing is really simple in Sookies life needs more Please

  27. mom2goalies says:

    As everyone said already…please continue this! The possibilities are endless.

  28. Ya know if you weren’t so dang imaginative and talented you wouldn’t be able to hook me on a “first chapter”!! Oh yeah, it’s a 1st chapter, not a one-shot, cause that would be just mean. And you are not mean………are you??? ; }

  29. suzi44ky says:

    OMG, this is sooo goood. There has to be more coming..Please. Loved this..

  30. Angela says:

    More yes more please!

  31. Blanca says:

    You can’t leave it like this. Please Please Please. I love vampire Sookie stories……

  32. tleel says:

    I know you said you started this as a one shot, but I personally would love to see this made into a multi-chapter story. I would love to see Sookie as Eric’s child with both Godric and Eric teaching her, I love the character Godric please don’t let him kill himself if you should decide to make this a longer story.

  33. kleannhouse says:

    love the ‘Backdraft’ analogy and the chapter was awesome. .. and i am sure Billy boy didn’t even care about her since he was taking care of his maker. it would be awesome if you wrote more but only if you want to. KY

  34. cotharach says:

    So good! I really hope you get inspired to turn this one-shot into a multiple chapter fic. I would love to see Eric and Godric mentoring Sookie, especially if they had some odd dual maker status over her considering she was filled with both their blood.

  35. tlc014 says:

    Squeeealll!!!!!! Love it! If you can swing it and RL more more more!!!

  36. tcunnings says:

    Hook line and sinker. I definitely need more please. Thanks

  37. Please tell me you are going to continue it… I think the masses may be demanding it!!! I’m not demanding… Just asking nicely!!! Pllleeeeeeaaaaaaassseee!!!!! Ok, I’m begging… ;-P

  38. patsy1965 says:

    Boy, I really hope you continue this. patsy

  39. msbuffy says:

    I love this! I’d love to see this continue if you decide you want to expand it. If not, I’ll enjoy it this way as well. Great twist on the Dallas bombing!

  40. baronessjai says:

    Wow…i never read a story with this kinda plot..
    You know where sookie is turned during this time line….it’s really good . I hope you continue
    It….please more 😉

  41. Aw man, I LOVE stories where Sookie gets turned at some point during the Dallas time line, but they never. get. finished. ;_; Please please please continue?

  42. That was so good! If you are taking votes, I’m gonna go with More please!!!! This would be awesome as a multi chapter story

  43. lpomraning says:

    Please more! It is terrific!

  44. gwynwyvar says:

    So firstly, awesome! That can definitely stand as one shot 🙂 it’s what I have done too, written things as one -shots, just to get it out. But leaving it open enough that if the muse plays ball, eventually I can add to it 🙂
    So yes, as a one shot, brilliant. That doesn’t take away for the awesome potential there is for more? I’d love to see sookie realising why she suddenly doesn’t feel anything for Bill. I somehow don’t think Eric will have his chance to give Bill the true death. Not if Sookie figures out everything Bill did to control her with his blood. Oh, I can see much pain in Bills future lol.

    Love it!

  45. saintsfan022010 says:

    I hope you consider making this multichapter. Too good to stop.

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