Chapter 20 – Forgive

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What moved between them was passionate and raw where they met uncoordinated in their joining. It didn’t matter that the physical sensation was the least impressive of what transcended between them.

 
Their bodies were just that; bodies desperately seeking to emulate what happened beyond them. Time was lost between the two as their need started to invade their senses. He perspired with heat and it connected with hers while they frantically writhed with one another till they fell in harmony. Silence was overtaken by grunts and moans.

 
His pace was becoming punishing as she encouraged him further in, thrusting so deeply she felt as if she were about to fall apart be it in pieces or parts. Her breasts joined the fray as he exchanged her mouth for their pleas of attention. Her heels encouraged the muscular effort in the cheeks of his ass to drive into her further, finding punishment in the pounding.

 
Electricity jolted through her hands, coursing through both their veins. She was so sensitised it was the mere wisp of his pubic hair that grazed over the stiff protruding bundle of nerves that set her off. He rang through the succession of roaring bells her body was expelling, fighting against the muscles that were trying to force him out. He held fast as he sat on his knees splaying her wide apart, elevating her lower body from the bed. He watched, mesmerized, as he entered her again and again as if seeing it for the first time in his life.

 
Released from his hold she raised her torso to lie against his. She moved with him again while his hands explored the length of her spine. Distracted at the feel of her, she knew he was holding back as she dug her hands in his short locks of hair, no longer soft but wet with transpiration. She jolted him with the love he had poured into her. She couldn’t utter the words, but this she could give freely. He thrust up involuntarily as he swelled and expelled his dead seed inside of her. She screamed in triumph and in pleasure at the feel of it while she pulled him further inside of her. His continual thrusts coaxed the remnants of euphoria from their bodies till they were both depleted.

 
Their mouths didn’t let go of one another till all sensations were lost and the only remnant was the wet, physical evidence between them. They were both so unguarded and lost that in that moment they were the same age, youthful, and unharmed by life; innocent and naked as the day they were born, staring towards the ceiling as they held their hands intertwined between them.

 
“I’m a telepath,” she whispered, offering him the last bit of herself in confession that she had clung too.

 

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“I don’t care,” he returned to her admission. It was the exact answer she needed to hear, the response she longed for in her solitude. Others had denounced her crazy or delusional. She had been met with scepticism and ridicule, most of all with misunderstanding even among those who owed her unconditional love. They all cared for the wrong reasons.

 

“I can’t read vampire minds.”

 

“I wouldn’t care if you could,” he said without hesitation. “There is nothing I can hide from you anyhow.”

 

He got up from the bed as if they were having the most mundane conversation. Eric returned with a platter of foods and this time she sat up while he fed her pieces of fruit and spoonfuls of yoghurt. He watched with fascination as she ate what he was offering, intermittently stealing a soft kiss to share the lingering taste on her lips.

 

In the soft light that surrounded them, her naked body no longer feared his scrutiny. She had shared depths far greater than that of her ingrained modesty. Her shivers, however, were not to be contained in the same manner. He conjured up the cashmere blanket she carried around the house within seconds and wrapped her up tightly.

 

“Thank you,” she smiled softly as he rubbed up and down her upper arms to warm her. She leaned her head to his chest stealing some of his residual warmth for her own. For once she allowed herself to enjoy the comfort another person brought her. Not even her beloved grandmother had been able to offer what Eric gave so freely to her. It was frightening and relieving at the same time.

 

“You were sweating,” she observed as her finger trailed the glistening sheen over his body.

 

“There are new experiences to be had even at a thousand,” he replied. Their collective silence was interrupted by the discreet beeps emanating from his phone.

 

“Pam?”

 

“Yes,” he replied with a small chuckle upon reading her message. “She wants dibs on the next fairy barmaid we find.”

 

“I’ll put some feelers out,” Sookie jested. “She might have to wait a while.”

 

“She can go find her own,” Eric returned as he finished up his texted reply. He tossed the phone to the other side of the room into the embrace of the softly padded chair. The bed clear of distractions, he pulled her in an embrace of his comforting body.

 

“How long have you known?” she asked of her previously unknown royal title.

 

“The aftermath of our first bonding,” he explained while running his fingers through her tangled hair.

 

“Godric?” He nodded in affirmation. “Those two are always gonna be there after we have sex aren’t they? In spirit or otherwise.”

 

“They come with the package,” Eric smirked while he allowed access to the presence of the other bonds that resided in him; the tethered ancient tie of Godric and the actively live connection to Pam. Her fingers trailed his naked chest lightly as if to find the physical source hiding underneath the pale skin.

 

“Let’s just see how you deal with Jason in the future,” she teased lightly before her thoughts returned back to their initial conversation, “Why did you keep it from me?”

 

“Same as you,” he answered simply. “Godric.”

 

“Why waft the halls of Russell’s palace with my royal fairy scent and not tell me about it?” she asked confused. “He says he does everything for my protection but sends me in blind.”

 

“Russell is not supposed to be able to detect your royal heritage so easily. No vampire should, ancient or not.” He gently pushed the matted down hair on her forehead, still sticky with exertion. It was an odour as uniquely enticing as her natural perfume. “I think Godric thought it safer for you to remain unaware till your family comes to meet you.”

 

“Meet me?” she said incredulously. “They haven’t given me a thought in my entire existence, why would they come looking for me now?”

 

“Godric would not share why they have kept you hidden, but I am sure it was with cause. They saw to your protection even when you were unaware.”

 

“Yes, murderous fairies,” she said piqued. “I just need to piss of some two-natured and demons without knowing it to complete the set.”

 

“You have more than proven the capability of your station,” he complimented. “There is no need to fear everyone.”

 

“I’m severely lacking a royal guard,” she returned with a roll of her eyes, gesturing at the empty space around her to which he kept thoughtfully silent of the Guild he had no knowledge of beyond its existence. “Despite that, Lorena and Bill announced my true identity to all, or hidden one. I can’t keep track anymore.”

 

“As long as you know who you are, the name on your identity card means little,” Eric spoke from experience.

 

“I can never go back,” she sighed wistfully. “I’ll never be the waitress in the red cowboy boots in Bon Temps anymore.”

 

“Is that so bad?” Eric asked knowing he was never a part of that life but was of this new one. “Do you really wish to continue as you were?”

 

“Galatea is not supposed to turn back to stone,” she said in reminiscence of their first real conversation about Pygmalion. “I need to embrace this or I’ll lose control of the reigns.”

 

“It won’t be long before the Brigants come knocking on your doors,” he foreshadowed before placing a kiss to her forehead. “Give yourself the time you have to adjust.”

 

“Sophie Anne won’t come knocking on yours just as hard?”

 

“I will deal with Sophie Anne,” Eric returned with confidence. “She is merely a loud threat rather than a true one. I haven’t been around this long not being able to differentiate between the two.”

 

“She’s just a yappy little lap dog to you, isn’t she?” Sookie teased in an attempt to pull herself from the contemplative mood in which she found herself. “All bark and no bite.”

 

“Very astute,” Eric returned as he softly rubbed her growling stomach. “Let’s get you properly fed.”

 

Sookie reheated some of the surplus foods she had kept in the freezer after cooking for Jason. Eric made sure she had another tonic from the light vials as he studiously watched her prepare and swallow down her dinner. Her emotions seemed to run highest while she ate and reminisced her Gran sharing the same meal in what seemed such a long time ago.

 

“What was it like growing up a prince?” Sookie asked between bites.

 

“It wasn’t so riddled with protocol as it is now,” he explained. “My father was simply the most capable warrior and the wisest protector. His older brother was the rightful heir but he died before he fathered any sons.”

 

“How did he die?”

 

“My father killed him.” At the callous betrayal of the brothers he supplemented, “My uncle was said to be lazy and uninterested in his position. We had no standing army back then. If the warriors did not wish to fight on his behalf he was a dead man walking. A Jarl could only rule with the support of his people. If my father had not taken the throne, our dynasty would no longer be able to hold the rule.”

 

“It sounds harsh,” she commented.

 

“They were tougher times. Death was an ordinary occurrence. People disappeared and fell ill all the time, ships left and never returned. There was little space for complacency.” He refilled her glass with the sweet tea she seemed to enjoy so much causing her to smile kindly in gratitude.

 

“Though, in all honesty, I think my father really wanted to marry my mother. He could have manoeuvred his way to the position of king without killing my uncle.”

 

“Your uncle didn’t approve of their union?”

 

“I very much doubt it. My mother was his second wife,” he smirked. “I think my parents truly loved one another. My father had no other wives or concubines as would be expected. As children we were probably doted on more than was custom at the time.”

 

“Like you do with Pam?”

 

“Perhaps. My father was tough with me though,” he replied with some reflection. “I was the eldest and only son to survive past ten winters. My father demanded continually more from me as he did not want me to emulate my uncle. Unfortunately, I was more interested in women at the time skirting my responsibilities as heir apparent.”

 

He was silent for a moment before he continued to narrate the death of his parents and baby sister in far greater detail than he had before; how as a human he came to discover the existence of werewolves, and as a vampire, he discovered they had a nocturnal master that fed them his blood. She recognised the scars that he had shared with her, frighteningly similar to her own. It had nothing to do with the occurrence of death but the violence that accompanied them.

 

“I promised my father vengeance on his death bed,” Eric said with self-importance. “His crown will return to me. It is the only one I consider wearing.”

 

“Do you really think you need that crown to satisfy your father’s dying wishes?”

 

“My father was meant to die on the battlefield ready for the Valkyries to take him to Odin’s hall. I was always too pragmatic to follow those beliefs, but my father deserved to take his faith from that. He merited glory in death. This vampire took it from him for a few goats and a crown,” he said with determination. “It is what I have worked all my years for on this earth.”

 

“I think your father would have taken more pride in how you filled his shoes without the symbol of his crown upon your head,” Sookie said. “Gaining back that crown isn’t going to change what happened in the past.”

 

“The high is in the killing, not the aftermath.”

 

“Revenge is an empty vessel, Eric. It’s just another soul lost to this plane,” she said as they moved into the library to sit by the fire. “It doesn’t offer closure.”

 

“What does one so young as yourself know of a thirst for revenge lasting for over a millennia?”

 

She rested her head on his lap as he had finished lighting the fire. “I killed a man.”

 

He was somewhat startled by her confession. Among the supernatural, a kill here or there was an unremarkable movement in the passing of time. She was raised human, and they were and continued to be ambivalent about doling out an indiscriminate death. He wanted to feel pride in her accomplishment, but all he could sense from her was an overwhelming pain at the memory.

 

“An intruder,” she explained. “It was officially self-defence. He had killed my grandmother on an indoctrinated hate for her nocturnal guests. I would have been next had I not witnessed the cruelty and pleasure of the murder in his mind. I didn’t kill him for my defence. I found the strength to kill him in the name of my Gran.”

 

Her eyes glistened with moisture as she stared into the flames. She allowed the silence to settle over her actions. Her guilt still compounded in her at the memory of what she had done and what was done to her, the stray thought that had she arrived home sooner still haunting her mind. It left her broken, her innate ability to see the good in others had waned, and the shields that had held in her mind had risen further around her to an impenetrable emotional fort. Eric had been the first to move beyond those defences despite her efforts at warding him off. She had placed trust in him and she shared with him things she had never spoken of to anyone.

 

“I doubt I would have pulled the trigger so callously if he had not killed her yet. It did nothing to alleviate the pain of her loss. If anything, it saddened me he would never pay for his crimes amongst the living.”

 

Eric regarded her carefully, feeling the intensity of her emotions through the bond. He had spent many empty nights plotting his vengeance. Torture had always been involved, each subject that had ended up in his dungeons for punishment had been a test subject for the final act. On an intellectual level her words made sense, but he didn’t want to understand them.

 

“You are not religious?” He had assumed she was given the crosses he had seen in her home along with the embroidered panels of fabric with quotes from the ancient book. It was a rare exception to find an atheist among those teetering around the poverty line in the backwoods where she resided. Though he didn’t believe in a justice he could not partake in or be witness to in a mystical beyond, he knew many found solace in the thoughts of a hell for the damned.

 

“I believe in a God that forgives.” Her statement hung heavy in the air. His fingers travelled softly through the tangles in her hair as the fire crackled and spat sparks onto the marble floor.

 

“Are you capable of forgiveness?”

 

“I have forgiven far worse,” she stated with a faraway look. He couldn’t compound the shame and disgust she felt at the mention of it. Eric wondered what she considered worse than the murder of her beloved grandmother. He finally recognised it as he had known it himself; the abduction of one’s control in body and mind. It was the mind that suffered far longer.

 

“You’re right,” he responded with his own absent gaze as her eyes sought out his. “The obliteration of the one who forged the wound doesn’t heal the scar.”

 

“Who was he to you?” she ventured into the heady silence that seemed to entomb them both.

 

“Godric’s maker,” he answered after some moments passed.

 

“My great uncle,” she replied softly in return. They held each other’s gaze in understanding and nothing more of it was spoken. “Is he dead?”

 

“Yes,” he replied coolly at the memory of the vampire whose actions had led to his uniquely extensive release. Without Godric’s encompassing command over him, the Roman General could no longer assert control over his body. The mind had taken longer to heal. Eliminating the Roman didn’t return what he lost, nor did it release his mind. “Was he the other notch?”

 

“No,” she replied. “It never went that far. It was the imagery in his mind and the nature of his thoughts that was the worst.”

 

“I will kill him for you,” It wasn’t a request; he was already plotting the torture and disposal of the vile man that had desecrated the fledgling mind and body of his beloved.

 

“I don’t want his blood on my hands or yours,” she said sternly. “Then he wins. He doesn’t deserve that satisfaction. If he is dead at my behest, then I admit that is the only way I can exist without fearing him. I refuse to give him that power.”

 

He didn’t want to understand her reasoning but he did. Standing witness to the most savage moments in time had given him insight beyond that of most mortals. Sexual domination had nothing to do with the physical act or the enjoyment of it, a display of power that only the weakest of minds exercised to ascertain control. It was an act of cowardice, yet it inflicted the deepest of injuries among the most honourable.

 

“What if he seeks out other victims?”

 

“Gran took care of that,” Sookie explained the source of her innate confidence and defiance of others. “She used my telepathy against him. I’d know if he was even contemplating it and being family wouldn’t save him her scorn a second time. That was the first time someone was scared of my ability, and in a strange sense it was liberating. I held control over him, as little as I was. He’s completely disabled now and alone, a weak mind trapped in a body of pain. I think it’s a suitable punishment for the crime.”

 

“Then why not forgive yourself?” Eric asked when he contemplated the shame she carried from his actions.

 

“Have you forgiven yourself for not dying by your family’s side?”

 

“No,” he answered honestly.

 

“It wasn’t your fault,” she noted accurately. “Had you not survived, your people would probably have been far worse off. You would not have stood a chance against a pack of V-charged werewolves and a vampire pack master.”

 

“I would have had my father’s pride,” Eric noted while staring at the flames in the fire that had not changed physically in a thousand years just as he.

 

“You have that regardless,” she said. “Godric told me of the man he found when you were turned. He was so impressed by you he would have let you live and aided your battles stealthily had you not succumbed to a mortal wound.”

 

“What stops you from forgiving yourself?”

 

“It is far easier to forgive others than the inabilities of ourselves,” she answered sitting up again tucking her feet under her thighs.

 

“I’m not noble, Sookie, I can’t simply forgive the crimes against my parents, against my baby sister. I am a vampire, everything I see is tinted red.”

 

“Then don’t ask me where this comes from,” she whispered when in the palm of her upturned hand his father’s crown materialised.

 

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A/N: Ehm… yeah great place to leave you all, considering where I left BOTV I’m pretty sure I should just be expecting pieces of coal thrown my way by you all. I’ll be good next year, I promise 😉

 

This may sound familiar if you read BOTV, it’s marginally different. As I mentioned in last chapter’s a/n this will be the last chapter for this year and we’ll pick up with this story and my other WIPs in January. I haven’t decided on scheduling yet in the new year, I’m hoping to get back to three updates a week rather than the current two leaving a week and a half between but I’m still trying to figure out what works best.

 

There will be one more update for FTI and 6MTL before the end of the year and some Christmas fics. In my last a/n on BOTV I mentioned looking into AO3 and twcs as an alternate place to post content that doesn’t meet fanfiction’s requirements but I’ve decided it’s too much work and I don’t feel like spending my holidays uploading chapter after chapter.

 

Thanks to MsBuffy who polished up my little turd of a chapter into something bright and shiny.

 

In case you missed the end of the Fixin’s it’s here.

 

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42 thoughts on “Chapter 20 – Forgive

  1. That was a really good chapter. I like that Eric said he already knew about her telepathy. I didn’t realize that he knew. I like how they laid in bed and talked. They fact that they can relate to each other and provide advice and wisdom makes them a perfect match. That trick at the end was beyond cool.

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    1. I wouldn’t say Eric knew, but he had a loose hypothesis. The important thing was that it didn’t change who she was for him. It’s been a while since Sookie accidentally smacked Godric in the face with that stapler so I hope not eveyone forgot that she had that conjuring skill, but it was useful here 😜 It’s really nice to hear you enjoyed that chapter.

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    1. This is the punishment for leaving you where I did isn’t it… *grumbles*. btw I downloaded the preview for ‘Us’ by David Nicholls this morning and I’m loving it already. Sadly now I have to sit patiently till Amazon delivers that little gem from across the narrow sea…

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      1. I’d say I was sorry but it was just to tempting to resist so I didn’t lol…It was amazing though and I love an Eric and Sookie that can have an actual conversation and be understood by one another unlike so many written…And I love a cliffie makes me look forward to the next chapter that much more!!!

        And that is why I love my kindle and my access to online libraries that let me borrow the book for 2 weeks on my kindle lol. Even when I have money for books I’m so selective on what I buy because I know I’m going to keep it forever, that’s why I have 4 library cards one of which gives me access to over 25 libraries!!!

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        1. I always thought it was a fanfic gimmick but since I don’t read romance novels I have now figured out that the use of miscommunication as plot stems from there. It never made sense to me, you portray a relationship only through physical encounters and dates but not where you find yourself in the other person and deepen a connection beyond the physical. *shrugs* maybe I’m alone on that…

          They only just introduced kindle here and I’m already committed to the Google play books by now. If there was a library service like that I’d sign up for it but at the moment it’s still cheaper to order the book from the UK than buy the ebook… it seems ridiculous to me but I am actually looking forward to receiving a nice hardcover 😀

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          1. I agree the only thing more annoying is the it was love in a day…where’s the getting to know you, the build up, the little bit of angst that makes them want to fight for it a little but more. I don’t need blood and gore angst to believe it’s love but come one at least make it something to fight for none of this silver platter shit.

            I got a kindle for xmas like 4 years ago and loved it than it was upgraded to the kindle paper white and now I wouldn’t know how to live without it. Check your local library even in the boonies where I live they have an e-link on their website and you can even download the pdf version as a library book and of course depending on the publisher and such determines how many version there are…I know I have seen Kindle, PDF, Google and something called 3M…

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            1. The ‘love at first sight’ business I have simply re-branded as let’s fall madly into bed with each other, because that’s basically what it comes down to. It’s like fast food, satisfies quickly but is hardly nurturing. My opinion is if it’s easy to fall in love with someone it’s probably very easy to fall out as well, like you say there needs to be a little bit of effort on both parts to make me want those two people to be together.

              It’s an EU regulations issue with Amazon that won’t allow them to do the library service at the moment. I know they’re pushing for it but it took them this long to get it up an running with a lot of resistance from publishing houses here. I can easily get the kindle app on my phone or tablet but it pretty much offers the same service as Google play books at the moment. As long as the books are still cheaper in physical form I’m buying those, although for certain books I really enjoy having both versions because I love the highlighting and bookmark function in an ebook. I have never been able to do that with a physical book, it always felt like sacrilege, even with a textbook.

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              1. I agree and so often when they are getting it on in the first chapter I almost always stop reading. For me characters like Darcy and Elizabeth are a model of what a struggle with love is. Does it need to be all strife no of course not after a while you just want them to end it so they can move on and be happy somewhere else, but if I have to struggle and fight to have a happy ending than fictional characters should to. It makes me want to read them, make me want to fight for them.

                And damn it that sucks ass and can I just say if you hadn’t told me I wouldn’t have known you were from there. You’re writing has the none of the earmarks you usually see and that people bitch about but that I enjoy. (really where do people getting of about whining about that kinda stuff, UGH) And while it may or may not help I may have the kindle but you get to see the new episodes of Sherlock waaaaay before I do and that is soooooo unfair!!!

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                1. I see you share my penchant for realism or at least a sense of it. If the character’s motivation doesn’t feel authentic I can’t go with it. I always assumed women were the ones that needed that bit more in terms of plot, character development, etc. but apparently a large portion is fine to do without. *shrugs* what can you do. PWP is what gains the most traffic and breaks people out of fanfiction into the regular kind. It’s what prevented me from reading it for such a long time, it really was the disappointment in the last book that made me give it a chance.

                  Sorry about the Sherlock, I do so enjoy getting that when it comes out along with some other great BBC shows but in my defence for years I had to wait extraordinarily long lengths of time to watch the American shows, it’s only in the past two years that we’re running somewhat in sync… I’m a little confused by the earmarks that people bitch about but you enjoy bit. You mean that it’s not noticeable that I’m not a native English speaker/writer?

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                  1. Yeah well grumble as a lover of british television I don’t get it nearly as often as I’d like! Can I just say BBCA is not BBC!!! I’ve always seen English other get bitched at for how they spell words like color and honor or when they use a colloquialism unknown in the US. It leads me to believe that this breed of person has probably never read anything outside of a harlequin romance. To me that is the same as someone calling me out for saying something that is strictly a New York thing…just rude!!!

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                    1. LOL, I’m not actually British but it is the English I learned and I sort of refuse to veer from it. I’m not very good at the sayings and phrases sometimes, it’s why Eric in 6MTL is terrible with them. Although he’s far worse than me… I sometimes end up teaching MsBuffy a thing or two because she’ll tell me something is incorrect then I end up looking it up and it turns out to be a British language thing. I had a guest reviewer the other day tell me I misspelled defence which everyone but the Americans spell with a c *sigh*, it was offered in the nicest way though, so I took no offence but I had to make a bit of a statement because it made my beta look bad when she does a great job. I’ve seen that other writers get slammed for British spelling, which is a bit bizarre in my book. You write in whatever form is familiar and anyone reading should be grateful that you’re willing to do that. Period. There’s nothing wrong with expanding your world view with a more international perspective, even if it means looking up some unknown phrases online… the only line I really draw is with the use of Swedish (or any foreign language) without translations. The fact that it’s Google translate only makes it worse. It’s rather embarrassing to say but I learned a bit of Swedish because I was impatient for a book to get translated and even with that limited skill I can say Google translate does an awful, awful job…

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                    2. Being able to speak a small amount if french it irritates me to no end to see google translate and it’s complete destruction of a language…I don’t think people realize that it is a literal translations not a native speaker translation (putting ‘Je’ in front of a vowel without the apostrophe really!!!) And you read an entire fic and the only thing you have to say about it is that a word was misspelled (rolling eyes). And I’d like to say I’m sorry for blowing up your reviews with these conversation long posts but I’d be lying because it’s just to nice to see someone who writes with their brain rather than (insert something crude) cause it ain’t all about sex people!!!

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                    3. It doesn’t cost me a thing to fill up this space so I really don’t mind. I’ve tampered with Google translate and have found that familiar languages, Latin, Germanic, etc. translate without too much difficulty among each other but cross familial translations are a disaster. I totally get you on writing with a brain part I’m actually quite happy to hear it and find that I’m not making futile efforts for people who don’t appreciate that thought that I put into my writing. I’m not writing the novel of the century or the year for that matter but I like to think I offer something different with a certain amount of richness. There’s a handful of reviewers who read things into my own work that I don’t always consciously pick up and it’s great to see and will often strengthen something in later chapters but I’ll be honest in that it can be a little disheartening sometimes when a review is a plea for more sex or likens my work to a story I have little regard for. The worst is the begging for another chapter when you’ve just posted something. I’m not a huge fan of FB but I do appreciate that people at least try to have a conversation about fanfiction that might offend an author but is a valid point. I thought it was a minority opinion on the dislike of the PWP genre, a sex scene will get you the most reviews and pleas for more so it seems a natural conclusion, but I see the comments from readers being tired with genre and it validates what I try to do. I’ve stopped reading some other writer’s works because they constantly start something new rather than finishing WIP’s, granted I’ve probably taken on too many side projects here or there but I won’t constantly start something new when there’s other things to be completed. It was only on FB that I noticed others felt like that too but you won’t read it anywhere else.

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                    4. “Hi, I’m an author with 20 wip that I update on no set schedule at all that way every time I do update you have to reread all 50+ chapters of the “epic” fics I’m writing” Yeah how about NO! I don’t understand this concept that every fic needs to be this world is coming to an end as soon as you come into your powers and you are the only one that can save it or my other favorite 500 word chapters. And yeah beggin for a new chapter before the ink is even dry on the last one, where is the anticipation, where is the respect for the authors hard work who is trying to give you their best not some rote crap you can get in any grocery store. I truly don’t understand berating an author because you were unhappy with what they wrote, then guess what don’t read it they didn’t ask you to, just go to FF and select the teen rating and find some tripe there that will pander to all the ill conceived notions you have about how it should be (no not all teen rated works are tripe I know)…

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                    5. LOL I never really understood the upkeep of multiple stories until I started writing but it really is a form of procrastination. The rotation with three to four stories allows me to write without getting blocked on one but new ideas just get jotted down and will just have to wait their turn or they become integrated in something else. You know I always find it rather boring when Eric and Sookie are the only lonely souls that can save the world from a rather marginal villain. A villain needs just as much character depth if not more but we rather read Eric and Sookie are fucking…

                      I’m not a violent person at all but there have been reviewers that will draw blood from under my nails, not on my own work thankfully but I have read them berate an author for giving up on their stories when they’re going through chemotherapy, or ‘don’t bother writing while you’re in hospital it shows in the writing’. It is beyond infuriating, I read both of those type of reviews with two authors who died shortly after and it galled me with the thought that it could be one of the last things they read about their hard work.

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                    6. YES!!! Ugh a villain needs to have just as much depth as your main characters cause if you can’t feel strongly about him than why would you care whether they win or not!

                      And you know those reviewers are almost always Guest or Anonymous because people like that can never stand behind what they say. I have this favorite on FF that I follow who admits to being flakey about updates so I know I will never know when it’s coming and I’m ok with that but than I read reviews where people are tearing her apart personally because she doesn’t live her life on their schedule and I actually posted a review ripping them apart, for crying out loud y’all do this for free what is their holier than attitude all about that they should be allowed to dictate when, where and how you should do what you chose to do out of the goodness of your heart!!!

                      If I had any other issue it would be those that claim something is AU but is really just a pick up from where an episode or chapter ended that they were unhappy with…that’s still the same universe. Then there are the ones that regurgitate whole pages of dialogue from the book or the show but change the names or add a person to it and make it seem like it was this brilliant idea, hey guess what someone else already did that and you changing names doesn’t make it yours…

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                    7. I rather wait for a stellar chapter than a forced timely one. It’s unfortunately always the loud obnoxious voices that speak for the crowd without sanction and somehow think this behaviour is fine. I’m used to criticism and distance myself easily from my work but a lot of writers muster up a lot of courage to share their writing and comments like that can shatter the little confidence they had.

                      What I hate most in a lot of fanfics is ‘we remove Bill from the equation’ because apparently he had nothing to add to the story then we continue as usual per the books events in a slightly altered version… I already read the books why would I want to again when it’s what drove me here… or TB becomes SVM. The exercise is to add to canon not recycle it or even worse another author’s story…

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                    8. I’ve only ever written one bad review of the author and that was after reading 20 chapters of over use of every verb, adjective and noun out there to be told it wasn’t a HEA which is what it was touted to be from the get go…had I known it was gonna be 20+ chapters of animal blood is bad for Vampires I never would have read it and I let her know that her false advertising was to her detriment.

                      Exactly Bill is the driving force that pushed them together, if he’s not there how do they meet (assuming this is a “canon” spin off). I definitely prefer Godric to Appius that man was just too evil have any redeeming qualities. (note:I sent you a message in FB stating something not even I have the guts to say publicly, lol)

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  2. Excellent. They have more in common than they originally thought. I’m kind of glad we didn’t have to relive Gran’s murder. I know it doesn’t ease the pain, but killing the murderer not only saved her life, it saved others. I was hoping Russell was not who killed Eric’s family but it looks like he is. I imagine Eric will desperately want to know. I see Sookie’s point. Great chapter as always.

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    1. I’ve always thought Eric and Sookie were extremely similar underneath all the fronts they held up to the world. Environment, time and gender expectations just shaped them differently.

      Sookie didn’t kill the murderer with noble intentions or even from self denfence and that’s what gets her down, it was anger and rage; a moment where she lost control of herself and related to her story of abuse that is a very fragile place for her to be. Russell’s ‘good’ (sort of) in BOTV but not in this I’m afraid. Glad to hear you enjoyed this too 🙂

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  3. So glad Eric doesn’t care about the telepathy since it doesn’t change her as he knows her. Glad they are talking and finding out they have more in common than they might have thought. Great update. Hope your holidays are fantastic and look forward to updates in the new year!

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    1. Happy holidays to you too! I thought it was a natural progression from last chapter’s disarming of each other to an honest conversation. Glad to hear you enjoyed it 🙂

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  4. I just knew that was coming!!! However, I loved the way Eric handled Sookie’s telepathy confession and treated it as a non issue. It was perfect. This whole chapter was excellent from start to finish. I can’t wait until the New Year. I hope you update this one first😃
    Have a Happy Holiday!

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    1. LOL I think I might have to do a blind draw or something for which story goes first… I’m excited to hear you enjoyed that from start to finish 😀 Eric is as perfect as he can be most of the time… except when it comes to that damn crown… Happy Holidays to you and yours too!

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    1. Do I get to have my cookies this time? This cliffie isn’t as bad….

      I never like the fics that instantly kill Bartlett (Bill or Eric) as this noble sense of ‘There solved your problem now, let’s never speak of this abuse again because eliminating the source of it should cure you right up’. If anyone would understand the detrimental feeling of a mind being trapped in a debilitated body it would be a telepath and I’m firmly of mind that Bartletts condition was psychosomatic induced in thanks to Gran and Sookie’s stance and a healthy amount of guilt.

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  5. Great chapter! So Eric ” knew” about Sookie’s telepathy ?!
    I liked how her telepathy isn’t an issue for him…
    Oh I wish I could see Eric’s face right now…
    I don’t think Eric was expecting to see his father’s crown in Sookie’s hand
    Loving this story more and more.
    Until the next update (hopefully soon) Take care.

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    1. Eric suspected something, what it was wasn’t really that important to him, he’d fallen for her already. Glad to hear you’re enjoying this story as well as the others. BOTV will be updated tomorrow and then this story sometime later this week, probably Saturday

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