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When Love & Hate Collide.
A True Blood Story; Alcide.
Written By; HarleyMac. Date Started; 28/09/11.
The New American Bible commentary draws a parallel to the Epistle of Jude and the statements set forth in Genesis, suggesting that the Epistle refers implicitly to the paternity of Nephilim as heavenly beings who came to earth and had sexual intercourse with women. The footnotes of the Jerusalem Bible suggest that the Biblical author intended the Nephilim to be an "anecdote of a superhuman race". Genesis 6:4 implies that the Nephilim have inhabited the earth in at least two different time periods—in antediluvian times "and afterward." If the Nephilim were supernatural beings themselves, or at least the progeny of supernatural beings, there is a theory that the "giants of Canaan" in Book of Numbers 13:33 were the direct descendants of the antediluvian Nephilim, or were fathered by the same supernatural parents.
Some Christian commentators have argued against this view, citing Jesus' statement that angels do not marry. Others believe that Jesus was only referring to angels in Heaven.
More and more supernatural beings are letting themselves be known now. I personally didn't believe it to be a very good idea. Public knowledge also means that they would find a way to hurt us or control us, or even worse – do experiments on us. I couldn't imagine a fate worse than being kept locked up and poked and prodded by some geeky scientist.
First it was the Vampire's – a race that I technically can not understand; but am forever in debt to. Not something that my master ever let me forget. You see the year was 1989 and I was in some run down area of Louisianna; I was in search of another creature that roams the earth. A creature that that is as unheavenly as the vampires. However, I digress, I had been chasing this one particular creature – the one creature on the planet whom can be killed by me. The bastard had managed to remain one step ahead of me at every opportunity. I wish that I could have seen it coming but I hadn't, the thing had ran me around and around in circles to the point that I hadn't even recognised it happening, racing around one corner I was suddenly eclipsed by a pack of them.
Just as I knew that I would – I felt the throb coming from them, the hunger that they had upon realizing what I was and what I had been sent here to do. I was trapped – subdued by the largest of the pack. There was no words needed – we all knew what we were there for – they pounced as one; something that I had always found sort of graceful in a way, but having it happen to me – not in such a rush to admit that, I tried my hardest to fight my way out. I was outnumbered and I knew it but there was no way that I was going out without a fight. I managed to bite a couple, knowing that any type of aggressive physical contact would mean a very slow death, and a painful one too. I felt vindicated in a small way. Luckily being that I am a servant from Heaven, I can heal myself – so any bites, scratches etc that I received would heal if I had made it out of the predicament that I was facing.
I had reached the depths of dread, knowing that it was time that I would go to Hell, but as I said my final prayer silently, I heard a loud snarl come from the other side of the pack and saw a tall hunk of a man. Stood there looking as if it were something that fascinated him; there was a depth about his eyes that made me tremble with fear. And for a fleeting second, I wanted to take my chances with the pack rather than go anywhere near that Vampire.
In a movement that would rival my own – he was inside the pack, having ripped the throats out of many of them; his arms shooting around me and bounding upwards into the air with me bleeding and gripping to him, since I had no option. As I had looked back down to the scene, I could see the river of blood that was travelling down the alley way and hitting the storm drain where it disappeared from view. There were bodily organs lying like left over food on the ground. Which in a way it was left over food – there was no time for my vampire to endulge. Not my vampire in the sense that we were boyfriend & girlfriend, I just mean that he was my saviour and I would have to find a way to thank him.
Eric Northman – vampire and sheriff of area 5. Eric was a formiddable man – as I had relaxed in his arms, I had allowed myself to steal a glance at him. Handsome wasn't the right word, gorgeous wasn't it either – he was simply beautiful. A master piece with the angel eyes. Crystal blue eyes that held knowledge and a rich history. Lips that could whisper sweet nothings in your ear – there was so much charisma in this vampire that for the first time, I didn't find the species repulsive. I am not ashamed to admit that I developed a little crush in that moment – I think it was the nighting gale syndrome.
My face had been mauled unfortunately and it had been too painful to talk, so Eric had taken me back to the place that he called home. At the time he didn't have his club, Fangtasia.
I can still remember how carefully he had laid me down on the sofa; looking down at me, I watched as he had bit into his wrist and slowly lowered his wrist towards my lips. I had tried protesting. My head shaking from side to side but he had forced me to drink, telling me that it would heal me quicker. At the time I hadn't realized it – but by drinking his blood, it had formed a connection between us, the kind of connection that could speak over distance, he could feel me and find me, just like I could him. Apparently just because I was of heavenly descent; my blood had increased the connection between us and we were literally able to read one another's minds. It was definitely an advantage when we were in company and needed to talk without anyone hearing us.
"Dani are you home?" my closest friend, who happened to be Eric's girlfriend, Charlee Maria called out pushing the door open to my house.
"In the kitchen hon," I called back.
Upon saving me Eric had taken my offer to do anything to repay the favour by asking me to become part of his employment staff. Being that I was a out of work at the time, I had agreed unsure of what he had met. It was quickly apparent that he wanted me to around to assist him in any supernatural occurances that may come up. I found it difficult to begin with – usually I steered clear of things that weren't of any concern of mine, but Eric was nothing if not persistent.
"Hey sweetie," my friend greeted me as she breezed into the kitchen where I was cleaning up my cupboards for something to do. "Jesus we need to get you a man..."
"Honey when you would rather be cleaning than going out there and having fun; it's time for an intervention!"
"Oh please!" I laughed flicking the switch on the kettle, "I don't need no man!"
"Come on that vibrator has to be wearing thin by now,"
In the years that I had known Charlee Maria, I hadn't ever had a man – I just never felt the need for one. Maybe when I my life settled into a much more functional aspect, I would change my mind, but right now, I didn't need anyone other than myself.
"Fuck off!" I laughed pulling mugs from the pile that I had placed on my kitchen table.
"Touchy today aren't you?"
"Not until now funnily enough!"
Charlee Maria, had moved to the area after she had fallen out with her family. There was something about her family that I didn't trust – they had used her for many years; taking her wages from her to pay for their bills, while keeping their own money for whatever they wanted. It had made both Eric and I mad to hear what they were like.
Eric was extremely loyal to those that he let into his inner circle, and he would do absolutely anything for those people who he cared about. It had been something that had made us even closer than you could have ever imagined. Charlee was the same – she had a huge heart and she hated the thought of anyone hurting those closest to her.
Charlee and I had bonded from the moment that we had met – we were both into the same music, it had really gelled our friendship together. We had met when she had come into Fangtasia; I was working the bar where Eric liked me to be – giving him a heads-up if any were's came into the bar. It was very rare for it to happen, but there had been a couple of times; usually were's who didn't know better than to stay well clear of Eric and the things that he owned. My boss and my friend didn't suffer fools lightly – something that I admired in him.
When it came to me and the way I was – the only thing that I didn't suffer lightly was were's. I had been created with the mission to kill all were's; God had decreed that they were an unnatural abomination and should be wiped from the world. With that in mind, nephilim's were created.
I had been bestowed with the type of powers that most people wouldn't be able to comprehend. I could move things with my mind, I could hear as well as a vampire and I could defend myself with no conscience on how it turned out for my attacker. If you think of all the powers that a witch can have – I have all of them and more. Mostly I liked what I was but there were the times when I just wanted to be a normal human and not have to hunt the were's and put myself in dangerous situations like the one that Eric had found and saved me from.
"What you doing here anyway?"
"I can't come and see you now?"
"Of course you can," I smiled as the kettle switched off to indicate that it had boiled the water – I set about tipping the right amount of coffee granules and sugar into the mugs I had set out.
"I just thought that it might be fun to head into Shreveport to do some shopping?"
"Sounds like a plan to me," I nodded moving to the table where she had sat herself down.
I definitely needed a new wardrobe; I had just lost a pile of weight. I had become lax in my training since I was under Eric's care but it was time for me to get up and stop being lazy; I couldn't always rely on Eric to get to me in time. Especially if something were to happen. As it had a way of doing. People, or should I say creatures assumed that one way to get to Eric, was to go through either me or Charlee. It had happened a few times – more to Charlee now that they knew Eric and she were a couple.
Eric had a wrath like no ones business and almost everyone knew that. It was usually new comers who would attempt to test his authority.
Being a viking – he had the height and the build of such warriors – with his blue eyes and chiselled body; it wasn't hard to see why women checked him out at every given moment. Once I had gotten to know Charlee, I had found my little crush on my employer had disappeared. Charlee was a great girl and she was good for Eric – she reminded him that mortality is a gift and not a right. With her, he had become somewhat more approachable. He still scared the shit out of me sometimes though.
"Eric is having a party at fangtasia tonight, and he wants us both looking as best as we can," Charlee informed me.
"Apparently the were's are planning on making their outing – Eric wants to show support,"
Werewolves now wanting to come out into the open as the vamps had done. Eric was not the type of person that did something without something being in it for him, so I was left wondering what his angle in this was. It had to be something – calculated was the most accurate word to use to describe Eric.
Just look at what he had gotten from me – he had saved me and he had, had a plan all along. Nephilim were easily recognized by all supernatural creatures; we had an extremely bright aura; it shone around us all the time in a golden light. It came from our Angel heritage – yes, I was part angel and extremely beneficial to Eric and whatever it was that he needed. I was at his beck and call and there was no option. Something that he never failed to remind me of.
Most people couldn't stand Eric and they were most definitely afraid of him – which was rightly so to be fair. I was petrified of the man, even though I was technically stronger than him, but I actually liked him – there was no inbetween with him, what you saw was what you got.
"When are they making the reveal?" I asked taking a seat at the table opposite her and handing her a cigarette before lighting my own.
"This weekend, at least that is what Eric has been told!"
"Has he told you what his plans are?" I asked knowing that she would understand my reasoning in asking such a question.
"He hasn't mentioned, but I think it's obvious that something is on his mind – you know what he's like,"
"I do," I nodded.
Eric wasn't the type of man who had very many friends, but the people in his life were important to him. Yes sometimes, he sacrificed the people he cared about – but it was always for a reason that was important to him. I liked that about him, he made no promises about your safety because his plans could change mid-term. At least we knew where we stood with him, end of story. The only person that he would never sacrifice was Charlee, and to an extent his prodigy Pam.
"So what are you planning on wearing then?" I asked her sipping my coffee.
"I thought something sexy but not trailer trash sexy, elegant sexy!"
"You always wear elegant sexy," I informed her, "maybe it would be kind of cool to do something a little different?"
I had once asked Eric is he wanted to turn Charlee and he had confirmed that he would one day turn her, and that out of the women that he had been with over the centuries; Charlee was the one that he could indeed see himself spending the rest of his existance with her by his side. That was the closest thing to romantic that I had ever heard come out of his mouth to be perfectly honest.
"You think so?"
"I do and I have the perfect thing in mind for you," I explained, "first let me get this finished and then we can head out!"
"You need a hand?"
"I would welcome any help that comes my way," I nodded getting to my feet and moving back to the kitchen cupboards where I had emptied all the contents out on the the counters and the kitchen table where me and Charlee had just been sitting and talking.
I had no idea how I was going to deal with being in a club full of were's especially when it was those creatures that I was made to hunt and kill. The myth surrounding the way we hunted one another, was that we only felt the instinct to kill one another was when it was the full moon. It makes sense when you think about it – I was meant to kill werewolves; but apart from that 3 days when they were werewolves, they were humans and I would never be able to kill a werewolf when they were in human form. A bonus was that when were's were in human form, they had no instinct to rip me from limb to limb. Thankfully the full moon wasn't due until Saturday night, I am pretty sure that is when they will make their announcement to the world.
It took Charlee and I an hour to finish up and then we were on our way to Shreveport to engage in some much needed retail therapy.
The whole time thinking that I had to find a way not to hunt the were's after the party tonight. It was my job, and my instinct was feral and primal – that didn't mean that I liked what I did to them. The older I became, the more aware of the lives that they led when they were in human form. They had families, children that needed them and my destiny was to rip them away from those people that needed them. I hated that more than I hated anything else about my existance.
Pushing all those thoughts to the back of my mind, I just needed to deal with today as one moment at a time. It was all that I could do – dwelling on tonight would only serve to make me miserable all day. I didn't want that anymore than I wanted to actually go to this party tonight. However, there was no option to say no to Eric Northman.