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Can't say I didn't see the name coming a mile away; that snort of yours at the line was prophetic enough. At least you have taste. Intelligence, I wouldn't go that far. You may have time to twiddle your thumbs and play at games. I don't; release me or I'll rip out your lungs and shove them down your throat. If she dies because of this trick of yours, that will be the easy route.

Now fuck off

-Eric

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You certainly have a way with words.

[ Can't say that's a good thing or not. He's just tilting his head a little with a sly smile.]

Best to get right to the point, they aren't the brightest of species after all.

[Oh he can smell Louie and Eric here will just flash a sly looking smirk of his own with a glint in his eyes.]

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That's certainly one train of thought.

[ It's hard to tell if he agree's or not. There's a little smile of his own as he stares over at Eric. He's more then use to that smirk, he's seen it more then a few times on various male lovers.]

Are you suggesting another?

[the underlying tone and question is there. Eric wonders what Louie wants from him. Ever a Viking as charming as his eyes and smile are, there is that tense warrior ready to fight air about him.]

Not seeing the other options is rather narrow minded.

[ Louie doesn't want anything. He's had enough lovers and companions to last him more then a few lifetimes. He's simply around those days. Hovering around, feeling more then a vampire ever should.]

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Well, we wouldn't want that now, would we.

[Truth is, he finds certain breathers intriguing or protects them. Most however, not so much. Interestingly enough, Eric never considered the other may be looking for a lover or companion. He sees treachery, of course being kidnapped when your sister is dying by some crazy person with a computer will do that to you.]

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I simply saying it might be a mistake.

[ Not that had he has many humans friends. He just recalls what it was like to be like them. To feel like them. It's a hard thing for him to forget.]

Of course, how you choose to live your life is'nt really my concern.

I'm immortal, I have the time to make mistakes.

[Though, there is a hint of bitterness. Because he had underestimated a human and now his sister was paying the price.]

Exactly, yet you seem pretty interested.

At least your mun chose a half-decent name.

...Sookie...

[It has been awhile since he last stood at her door and said what Eric thought at the time was goodbye. Alright, Game Face on, emotions locked down.]

Looks as if yours decided to advertise, are they trying to get you killed?

[Goodbyes never seem to last between the two of them. As always, things were complicated]

I think she was playing off a certain derogatory comment Pam made.

[About a certain part of her body]

[He does not mind; he had more than her lifetime to be complicated. Seeing her again is never a bad thing.]

Ah, I seem to recall that.

[The grin is slow, deliberate as is the gaze that lingers in certain areas before coming back up to her face.]

She may be crude about it but Pam has a nose for these things.

[By the time he eyes drift back up to her face, she's wearing one of those patented disapproving glares of hers]

She's always been blunt. I get it, she hates me.

[His laugh is short but genuine brought on by her glare.]

Don't take it personal, she hates most every body.

[Fellow viking vampire here]

Just who are you making such wonderfully vicious threats over?

[Well hello there.]

My sister.

Ah, family ties. How they do bind us.

[If anyone could understand his plight, it was this woman]

I've got two brothers who would rip this world apart if I was ever in any actual danger.

At least they keep us from spending an eternity alone.

[too bad they couldn't grab a bite and talk about it.]

then I'd suggest staying out of Louisiana, it's not vampire friendly with that prick of a governor out to exterminate us.

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[Grabbing a bite to eat and then a round of drinks sounds like the perfect way to make a new acquaintance to her]

Unless they have a stake made out of a certain type of tree, it wouldn't amount to much trouble for my brothers and I. Vampire extermination has been going on for centuries, although I'll admit it's usually the Church's domain, not the state's.

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[Then this should definitely happen some time, Eric is not one to pass up a good time with a beautiful woman. That she is a vampire, a Viking, that just makes it better.]

...A special stake, if you tell me you're a damn prophet of Lilith I am going to rip someone's throat out, I've had enough of that bitch to last me ten breathers lifetimes.

[He snorts, bitterness, anger creeps into his tone slightly making it raspier than usual]

Till some religious vampires decide to bomb the factories making our food supply, then the state gets to build interment camps for Vampires.

[A date will have to be made. They have far too much in common to pass up such a divine opportunity]

Lilith? No, I'm not exactly the religious sort. Norse gods, once upon a time... My brothers and I were turned through a spell. We're essentially unkillable.

[She whistles, long and drawn out, before rolling her eyes]

That'll do it. I'd suggest a healthy dose of ripping off heads, tearing out hearts, and generally slaughtering anyone who gets in your way. Starting with this Governor, his immediate family, and then just work your way up the chain of command.

[The parties on this end are ready whenever the others are.

Norse Gods is it? Now that piques his interest.]

It seems we observed the same gods once upon a time. [Before Godric, that still pains him, losing his maker.

It settles under the grin that curves his lips and the light which hits his eyes as she continues.] Beautiful and deadly, I like that.

I just need to get my hands on his vampire killing whore at this point; I made his daughter, my daughter now. Why kill her when I could send her home to daddy as one of us. Then he injected my sister with Hep V. I am going to slaughter her in front of him, take everything from him.

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{Perhaps a meme? If you have anything in mind?}

[She arches a disbelieving eyebrow. Very few vampires survived that long, at least to her knowledge. When she spoke, it was in old Norse, with a thick accent]

You paid homage to the god of the hammer, of thunder and lightning, the goddess of the hearth and family...

[Now switching back to English]

You turned his daughter? How diabolical. He'll see her as the very thing he hates and watch her die a damned death. Poetic. But what if you turned him afterwards? And left him to live with the death of his daughter and his own vampire thirst? Left to wander forever...

[A cold hearted bitch after his own taste, no doubt]

[Sent a PM.]

[How many years had it been since he had heard that language from another beings mouth, the speech is a thing of pure beauty. When he responds it is so natural that he almost never wants to switch back to English.Eric was still at his core a Viking, he always would be.]

I have been vampire for over a thousand years; but until that time my blood line observed the same Gods. It is not something easily forgotten or that even wishes to be forgotten. My father was King, his Father before him, so and so on. Myself after my family was slaughtered until I met my Maker. Once a Viking always a Viking.

[Ah, the language feels so brash, crass, not nearly as beautiful as their previous words. However, what they speak of, now that is a thing of beauty.]

I turned her and sent her straight home to him....[A beat...]

Now that is a thing of beauty, make him, release him and bury him in cement. He will be nothing more than a babe, writing with hunger, no means of escape.

[His non beating heart is being stolen already.]

Hail to you, prince of the homeland.

[Little had she suspected he was actual royalty. Their northern kind had spread wide and far a thousand years ago and the ratio of pheasant to nobleman to royalty had been slim to rare]

My family and I were one of the first to settle within the United sates, long before it was called such a place.

[Back to English, to better glorify the details of their conversation]

It only sounds reasonable, given his transgressions. Let him suffer in the worst of ways.

It has been many years since I have met another Viking, it is well to see you.

[Eric was a rare breed all around if truth were to be spoken. Finding another like him, royal or otherwise would be hard.]

Then it seems you tread these lands before I did, my Maker and I did not come to America till later.

[And such lovely conversation it is.]

I'm Eric Northman and I have to say, it's a pleasure to speak with you. There aren't enough people who understand these matters.

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