*A/N: This is just a wee, tiny ONE SHOT ode to Eric, Sookie, and apples. It takes place in the car on the way home the night Sookie first meets Eric at Fangtasia. I hope you enjoy!*
An uncomfortable silence had descended in the car after Vampire Bill had “let his displeasure be known” by droning on and on and on about how “disappointed he was in her” for “how she had acted” earlier in the bar, so Sookie clamped down the smile that threatened to escape at the thought of how that big blond vampire had smelled.
Eric Northman…he sure had left an impression on her!
Apples…and something she didn’t immediately have a name for, something that was fresh and different that she’d never smelled before.
Fangtasia…the bar with a bite – she mentally snickered at the name and slogan, then decided that maybe she’d like a bite of that apple…
A peep to her left revealed the dark vampire driving the car wasn’t paying any attention to her, well, at least he didn’t seem to be anyway. With vampires, though, it was hard to tell what they were thinking since she couldn’t hear their thoughts.
Initially that had been a wonderful surprise and was what had drawn her attention to Vampire Bill in the first place.
It sure wasn’t his looks.
She remembered laughing the day after he’d first come into Merlotte’s…a vampire named Bill of all things. Most people wanted to call him Vampire Bill and it was funny…until she’d gotten to know him better.
Creepy Bill seemed to roll off her mental tongue easier, now.
The silence in the car felt off somehow, but at least he’d finally turned off the caterwauling coming through the car’s substandard speakers. He’d tried to impress her with his “worldliness” but had just come off sounding snotty and boring. She guessed she was glad that such things as Peruvian throat singers existed but honestly, the wind coming through the windows sounded better.
As she resumed staring out the window, she wondered if the fact that she couldn’t read vampire thoughts meant that maybe they could read human minds instead. If so, that might explain the way he seemed to be pouting at her now. She had a lot of questions about vampires and the library didn’t have much to go on, but whatever – it wasn’t her fault if that cute blond guy…vampire…whatever back at the bar seemed taken with her.
She was kind of taken with him, too!
And honestly, what was she supposed to do, let the place be raided by cops obsessed with harassing vampires just because they were vampires? Seemed to her that he should have been glad that she was looking out for vampires, but no, he had to go and act like a toddler pitching a fit for a cookie.
It seemed vampire men could be just as strange as human men when it came to women.
She’d sensed his interest…his weirdly cold interest… in her that first night they met and while she didn’t think he was all that and a bag of chips, she’d been intrigued by how she couldn’t read his mind. It was quiet, the first quiet mind she could ever remember sensing.
And it had felt pretty darn good, too.
Then the bad thing with the Ratts had happened. While she was glad he’d finally shown up when he had, when she’d thought about it later, it had all had felt a little too…too timely, maybe?
Something about it had felt kind of off.
And she still couldn’t get that nasty taste of his blood out of her mouth no matter how many times she’d brushed her teeth. She’d even given in and bought a small bottle of that expensive Listerine to wash her mouth out with but even though it’d burned, it still hadn’t worked all that well. Thankfully the taste was finally going away. Peppermints helped.
Since then, though, every time she got the least little nick or cut it seemed like Vampire Bill would suddenly appear out of the blue wanting to ‘heal her’, but she wasn’t having any more of that nonsense.
It was creepy as all get out.
The whole “heah, drink my blood and you’ll feel bettah” line felt just too strange to her and the ugly vampire was starting to sound a little too demanding about it all.
Besides, his blood was just plain nasty.
She shivered in memory then felt the driver’s gaze land on her again. It felt…weird, and cold when he stared at her. It made her feel uncomfortable, and she couldn’t help but compare it to how she’d felt when that Eric vampire had looked at her.
His gaze had felt warm in a way that she liked, warm and exciting. Maybe it was his pretty blue eyes?
Vampire Bill had cold, flat brown eyes that didn’t give off a nice feeling. That Eric, though, his eyes were beautiful, and while the blue was kind of icy, it had a warmth to it that she couldn’t help but notice.
Funny how the warm brown eyes felt cold but the icy blue eyes felt warm.
The word “Nordic” popped into her mind but she didn’t know where that’d come from…maybe because of his last name? She’d never heard of a ‘Northman’ before, but then again, she’d never been anywhere much to have heard it anyway. It sure wasn’t a Bon Temps last name.
Compton, however, was. Old man Compton had been a strange one, a loner, mostly. They’d been neighbors but only in the most general sense. She hoped his passing had been easy, though.
The breeze in the car shifted, the air entering more from Bill’s window, and she wrinkled her nose in reaction.
The two vampires’ scents were completely different, too. Whereas Vampire Bill smelled kind of stale, like old iron with maybe a whiff of mildewed cotton, Eric smelled clean and like…yeah, like apples. Apples, and something… She didn’t know what it was but she knew she liked it.
She glanced at Bill’s scowling reflection in the windshield.
Maybe Eric smelled like the wind…like fun…like kissing and sweet, hot dreams.
Sookie loved apples.
**A/N: Ok, the drabble (?) has exactly 1,005 words, and that’s all it’s gonna be. I can’t see me expanding this, so feel free to imagine where this hopefully more aware Sookie might take her thoughts and turn them into actions. I envision her eventually taking her own sweet, sassy, smarter self back to “the bar with a bite” sans Billius-Vomitus to see if her increasingly fond recollections of Eric are as true as they seem. And they would be.**