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Post by Eric Northman on Aug 24, 2009 7:22:20 GMT -5
Eric needed someone right now. He needed Scarlett. He needed her to tell him she had forgiven him. He was a mess and she was the only one who could help him now.
Godric's self-imposed death had shaken him to the core. For someone as wise and as old to be gone in mere seconds was too much for him to bare.
As they were connected, Eric hoped she would sense his distress and come willingly to him. But knowing her, he couldn't be sure. He just hoped Pam has reached her.
He had been sitting in his chair for what seemed like hours but in thruth, it had only been mere minutes.
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Post by Scarlett Fitzgerald on Sept 7, 2009 10:10:38 GMT -5
The days had gone by since that night Eric turned her, and months, years, centuries all flew past her. Scarlett fled Ireland to live in the Americas in the 1940's, Los Angeles was her new home. But now, with word of her makers maker being killed it sparked her interest in the man she hated. Only a few days earlier, Pam, one of Eric's childrene had visited her, giving news that her sire wished to see her. At first, she grew angry and adamantly refused, but after much consideration, she bought a night ticket and travel coffin to one Shreveport, Louisiana. Scarletts face was one of a cherubic nature, yet her expression was filled with a mix of anticipation and hatred as she approached the bar. Wearing a simple top, jeans and purple flats, she bared her fangs at the doorman to prove her existence as a vampire, a dreaded creature of the night, and walked in. She looked around the bar, feeling more uncomfortable than ever, and saw him. He sat there, majestic on his throne, like a King. Scarlett held tightly to her bag as she approached him, seeing the distress in his eyes. "Eric..." |
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Post by Eric Northman on Sept 10, 2009 14:26:42 GMT -5
He felt her enter even before she said a word. She still smelt the same, like fresh grass and promise of something greater. Scarlett, in simple jeans and a top, was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She took his breath away, that is if he could have been able to breathe.
"Scarlett," He said, almost finding it impossible to believe that this stunning being was here. He felt an overwhelming need to caress her, but knew he could not do that.
"I see that all the centuries that we have been parted, you have grown even more beautiful." He said, moving lighting fast from his throne to be closer to her. He had missed her greatly.
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