Here's the sequal to "Show Me Your Teeth". I'm going to make Evie a bit more loose, destructive and angry when Eric's memory is gone, and make her more strong-willed, or headstrong. I hope the readers like it, let me know!
|| 1. Learned to Live Half Alive ||
I bit my lip, sitting in Fangtasia.
My mind raced, everything in this Lousianna bar a blur of lights, darkness, and sadness. Watching the humans talk, dry hump, and pathetically flirt with each other was almost hysterical to me now. I rolled my eyes, kicking my feet up and resting in Eric's chair on the stage that overlooked Fangtasia. The night was young, only around eleven, and the vampire bar was busy. Pam was in the corner, texting away rapidly, not bothering to look at the crowds of fangbangers, a life that I had left only almost a year ago.
I was increasingly angry lately. With Eric's memory clearly wiped by witches, our relationship was now non-existant. He seemed to find an attraction to Sookie, something that fueled my fire. I was angry, irritatable and mean almost all the time now. I felt betrayed by Sookie.
I missed Eric terribly, and by thinking about it, I felt a bloody tear slip down my face. I quickly wiped it away.
"Hey sugar. You wanna drink?" A young fangbanger approached me, around twenty-six, I guessed. He was tall with blond hair, piercing green eyes. Attractive, a human that I'd consider if I was in fact human. I smelt fear and sex off him. After being with Eric, this guy was gross and undesiriable. He reeked of the thirst of draining me, and he was clearly too stupid to realize that I knew what he was doing.
I looked at him curiously, "You a V addict, sugar?" He looked at me panickedly, "I, uh, no..no, I'm not."
I arched an eyebrow, gave him a smug smirk, and walked down to him off Eric's chair. I walked headstrong to him, making him backoff into a bar table, knocking it over. My fangs clicked on, peeking out of my mouth. My eyes searched his face. I looked at his hand in his pocket. He was concealing a vial.
Quicker than he could see, I grabbed his throat with my hand tightly, and holding him up. I threw him across the room, sending him crashing into a bar table. Everyone in the bar gasped or screamed, creating a circle around the area that I'd thrown him. He stared up at me in fear.
"Listen up, you little bastard. Draining for V is no game. You come into this fucking bar and try and drain me, of all vampires? Are you aware of who runs this place? Who's my maker? You can drain me, go right ahead. But you will face a punishment so excruiatingly disturbing and traumatizing you'll wish you'd never stepped foot into this fucking bar."
Pam looked at me from the bar area, a look of disbelief on her face that I'd just violently assaulted a human.
"Now get out. Go!" I shouted. The young fangbanger sprinted out of Fangtasia, not looking back. I felt my cheeks burning red from my anger fit. Everyone looked scared shitless.
I growled at them, "And that goes for the rest of you fangbanger whores that are planning on draining a vampire tonight. You want V? You won't get it here! Now stop fucking staring at me, go back to dry-humping each other, or get the hell out!"
The humans and fangbangers uneasily went back to what they were doing. I huffed, my lip quivering. I felt bloody tears swell up from behind my eyes again. I quickly went to Eric's backroom, slamming the door behind me, sitting in his office chair. The room smelt strongly of him, and all I could do was think about the way he looked at me when Sookie said he'd lost his memory.
Two weeks ago...
"What do you mean, Eric lost his memory? The hell are you talking about?" I snapped at Sookie, as I stormed in from her porch that night into her front room, "Eric's too smart for that."
"I mean it, Evangeline. Look."
Sookie showed me into the front room of her small house. Standing there was Eric, completely out of his regular self. He work a blue track shirt with sport shorts. I looked at him curiously, arching my right eyebrow. He looked un-Eric like, smiling and care-free. I stepped closer to him, "Eric? Eric, are you okay?"
He looked at me strangely, like he'd never seen me before. He looked over my shoulder to Sookie, ignoring my completely, "Who's she? She smells unique. Familiar."
"Eric, it's me. It's Evie. Evangeline." I said, smiling sympathetically. Was he joking? If so, this was a sick joke. "Eric, you're my maker. Don't you remember? You're my mate. You made me."
He looked at me blankly, "I am not your maker. I don't know you. I'm sorry." His blue eyes stared at me like I had three heads. I felt my heart begin to hurt, my chest physically hurting me.
"Eric, this isn't funny anymore. You know it's me. You know I'm Evie Stackhouse, you're Eric Northman. You're my maker, as well as Pam's. You know who I am, who you are. Now stop this stupid fucking joke, because you're scaring me." I snapped.
"I am not your maker." Eric snapped in reply, lunging at me, "I do not know you. I've never seen you before."
Instantly, I knew Sookie was telling the truth. The man that I once knew and loved stood in front of me physically, but mentally was absent. It was a new person that stood in Eric's skin, and there was nothing I could do about it. My maker, my mate, was gone. And I couldn't get him back.
"What did you do?" I snapped my fangs out, glaring back at Sookie.
She glared back at me, "I didn't do anything, Evangeline. This was his own fault!"
"Liar!" I snapped, moving aggressively to her.
In an instant, I was pinned up against the wall of Sookie's bedroom, Eric's hands pinning my down to the sides, spread out. I was not stronger than Eric at all, therefore there was no means of escape. He was inches from my face, his fangs out. I glared at him and hissed at him, "What the hell are you doing?"
"You will not harm Sookie." Eric barked at me, "She is mine."
I laid my head back on Eric's seat, curled up in a ball. Two red tears spilled down my cheeks, and I swallowed hard. I heard the door to Eric's office open, and Pam's heels click-clack in. I spun the chair around to look at her. She had her hands on her hips, and glared at me.
"I hope you're not seriously going to let that ugly little bitch hick of a cousin of yours take Eric away." She said, her eyes bored but her attitude angry.
"He loves her, Pam. He doesn't remember me." I replied, annoyed, standing up, "And God knows he doesn't love me."
"You better goddamn make him remember you then," Pam snapped, "I will not lose our maker to that pathetic faerie. I won't let him go. And neither will you."
Pam was right.
I walked up the steps of Sookie's house. She was working tonight, so I was free to talk to Eric without her interuppting.
Given that I didn't need an invitation, I slipped in the door. The lights were on, and the cozy little house was quiet. I wore a blue and red checkered flannel that stopped before the belly button with ripped jean shorts, bare feet, and my hair down. I opened the door to Sookie's bedroom, and saw Eric sitting on the bed. I walked in the room, my bare feet causing the hardwood floors to creek, causing him to turn around.
"Ev..Evangeline...?" He asked, still not able to get my name right. I sighed and nodded, "But you call me Evie, everyone does. But you started the nickname."
"It's a pretty nickname." He said, looking up at me, "What are you doing here?"
He stood up with me, and I exhaled, "Thanks, Eric. I know you think so. Can we go for a walk? I want to talk to you about a few things. Just a short walk."
"Okay, but I still won't be able to remember anything. I can't remember you, Evie. I don't know anything about you. I'm sorry." He said, geuinely apologenic, something that normal Eric would never say.
"It...it's okay," I choked out, "Just walk with me a while."
The summer, July night in Bon Temps was warm and fireflies brightened up parts of the woods, in the trees. Eric and I walked through the ferns, plants and trees, as I told him about the things we'd gone through together. Steve Newlin, Godric, Nan Flanagan, the Magister, the Fellowship of the Sun, Talbot, Russell Edgington. He could not recall any of this, so he listened.
I told him the story of how he turned Pam in San Fransisco in the early 1900s, how he turned me only about a year ago, and how much we wanted him back, about how much we needed him.
We came to a quiet clearing in the middle of the woods, the crickets chirping quietly. We both stopped and looked at each other. The night was so beautiful, that when I looked up at Eric all I wanted was him to be back to normal, to say some aloof but loving comment, and to hold me. But that wasn't going to happen. He didn't know me anymore.
"Do you remember when I said I loved you?"
I asked him quietly, looking at my feet, then up at him. I let a bloodly tear spill down my cheek.
Eric looked at me, his eyebrows scrunched together in pity. He shook his head quietly, to signify that he didn't remember. I felt my lip quiver so I bit it gently. He noticed this, and before I could even blink, he reached down and grabbed the back of my neck, kissing me.
I grabbed his forearms, kissing him back. His upper lip pressed against mine, and I thirstily kissed his bottom lip, ignoring the bloodly tears that touched our locked mouths. We released each other and he began to pull off my flannel shirt. I pulled off his. Once it was off, he held me up and laid me down on the grass, my bare back against the cool surface. He looked down at me, gripping my shorts at my hips and slipping them off. He pulled off his own, and then finally gripping my underwear and smoothly slipping them off. He leaned in and kissed me, getting on me, his blood hair in his eyes. He was gentle, not necessarily aggressive, clearly not the same Eric. Nevertheless, he went into me and I gasped, gripping his back with my nails, digging in. He pumped into me and I kissed him. The woods were beautiful around us and the moon and stars were right above, but it didn't feel the same. I looked up at him, again not seeing Eric, but a man that was some sort of replacement of Eric.
"I miss you." I murmured.