Post by supes on Oct 24, 2013 1:25:54 GMT
Eric heaved as he leapt forward towards the young witch once again, narrowly avoiding a massive shard of glass that might have decapitated him. Grabbing the girl by her throat he tried to look into her eyes, hoping that he could glamour her into stopping her attack. “Now look here, little girl. I don’t want to hurt you, and frankly the smell of this animal’s blood is making me sick. Would you mind calming down, please?”
The girl stared back, and as Eric watched her dilating pupils go back to their normal state. She stared at him, and he noticed for the first time that there had been tears rolling down her cheeks as well as the blood. “What is your name, child?” Her mouth opened, closed, then opened again. Before she could answer Eric the girl’s eyes suddenly snapped away.
Her pupils growing wider again, the girl raised her hand to Eric’s chest and he was sent flying into a nearby mini van. Looking up he saw the reason for her distraction. A red car had been speeding towards them, the driver apparently meaning to run them both down. With a look of pure hatred, the girl telekinetically halted the car in its tracks, killing the driver instantly. Eric saw her send the car into the gas station and then blow it up, all with casual ease. If I’m to subdue her, I’ll have to wait until she’s calmed down. I’ll follow her and knock her out when I have the chance. Lying still, Eric waited until she had walked a off into the distance before getting up and following her trail.
The scent of the blood covering her wasn’t too hard to keep up with.
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Tommy was dead... Her momma was dead... Ms. Desjardin was terrified of her... and Sue? Carrie didn’t know what to think. Carrie didn’t know if Sue had helped plan the terrible joke at the prom, and at this point she didn’t care. She was pregnant, and Carrie wasn’t about to hurt her. Tossing outside the girl who might have been her friend, Carrie accepted the inevitable as her house began to collapse around her. In her last second of consciousness she felt a pair of arms grab her. Was it Death, having come to take her to Hell?
I’m coming, Momma...
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Carrie opened her eyes expecting to see some sort of Demon looking down at her. And what she saw didn’t quite convince her otherwise. A tall, handsome man was looking down at her, with blood dripping from his fanged mouth. “Are you a Demon?” The stranger retracted his fangs and chuckled, “In a sense, yes. My name is Eric.” Peering around, Carrie saw that they were in a place that didn’t very much resemble Hell at all.
She and Eric were in a beautiful house with fine decoration and furniture everywhere. Carrie looked back up and Eric and stuttered. “Wh-where are we? Am I d... Am I dead?” Eric kept smiling. It was a pleasant and reassuring smile, but there was something behind it that left Carrie feeling uneasy. “No, little girl. But you came close, and I barely got you out of your house alive. You don’t have anything to be afraid of anymore.” Carrie shook her head. “Don’t call me 'little girl'. My name is Carrie!” Eric nodded. “All right then. You don’t have anything to be afraid of, Carrie.” Carrie got up shakily and looked around for anybody else. “Where are we?” The smile quickly disappeared from Eric’s face, replaced with a rather bitter look. “We’re in the house of my employer, Mr. Bill Compton. He’s just in the next room talking to his business associates.”
Carrie peered around to the nearby room where she saw a dark-haired man of medium height speaking in hushed tones to a figure she couldn’t make out. She was about to ask more questions when a gorgeous red-haired girl walked past them, and did a double take in Carrie’s direction. “Oh hi, there! I didn’t know we were having somebody over, I’m Jessica.” Beaming, she extended a hand to Carrie who shyly accepted. Jessica had a southern accent. Nobody in my neighborhood has a southern accent. “Eric, this place seems nice and all, but where are we really? Who are you people, how did you save me and why is your mouth bleeding?”
Eric wiped his mouth quickly; attempting to brush off her question with a dismissive “Must have gotten hit by a stray piece of wood when getting out of you out of your house.” Carrie wasn’t satisfied. “But why? I don’t even know you. And how did you even get me out without getting killed?” Jessica turned away. “Oh, I see. This is business. I’m not touching this. By the way, you’ve got some blood on your mouth too.” And as Carrie watched in shock she moved up the stairs in a blur. No normal person could go that fast.
“Wha...?” Eric sighed, and with a look of amusement he explained, “Carrie, I’m afraid you’re not in Chamberlain anymore. You’re in Bon Temps, Louisiana. Mr. Compton sent me to find you and observe your special... talents. But when you destroyed half of your hometown I had little choice but to bring you here. The blood on your mouth is mine...” As if on cue, Bill Compton came into the room scowling at Eric. “I thought I gave you explicit instructions not to say anything until she was fully recovered.”
Looking at Carrie, Eric smirked.
“Don't be so callous, Bill. The poor girl is frightened. And she deserves some answers after everything she endured tonight. Besides, your child carelessly exposed herself.” Bill rolled his eyes. “Damnit, Jessica...” As Eric continued to smile at Bill’s annoyance, the king finally groaned, “You must have many questions, young lady. To get the more obvious one out of the way, Eric fed you his blood to heal you. Had he not, you surely would have died from your injuries.” More and more, Carrie was beginning to grasp her situation. “You said you were demons.”
“No, my dear. Eric was simply being... well, Eric.
We are vampires.”
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(So, Carrie has been whisked away to a house of vampires! How will Carrie take this situation? Will she be frightened? Fascinated? Why does she not know of vampires' existence, what with them being so public in True Blood? And for what purpose was she sought after? Leave a comment below with your ideas, and I'll know how to proceed with the story!)
I’m coming, Momma...
****
Carrie opened her eyes expecting to see some sort of Demon looking down at her. And what she saw didn’t quite convince her otherwise. A tall, handsome man was looking down at her, with blood dripping from his fanged mouth. “Are you a Demon?” The stranger retracted his fangs and chuckled, “In a sense, yes. My name is Eric.” Peering around, Carrie saw that they were in a place that didn’t very much resemble Hell at all.
She and Eric were in a beautiful house with fine decoration and furniture everywhere. Carrie looked back up and Eric and stuttered. “Wh-where are we? Am I d... Am I dead?” Eric kept smiling. It was a pleasant and reassuring smile, but there was something behind it that left Carrie feeling uneasy. “No, little girl. But you came close, and I barely got you out of your house alive. You don’t have anything to be afraid of anymore.” Carrie shook her head. “Don’t call me 'little girl'. My name is Carrie!” Eric nodded. “All right then. You don’t have anything to be afraid of, Carrie.” Carrie got up shakily and looked around for anybody else. “Where are we?” The smile quickly disappeared from Eric’s face, replaced with a rather bitter look. “We’re in the house of my employer, Mr. Bill Compton. He’s just in the next room talking to his business associates.”
Carrie peered around to the nearby room where she saw a dark-haired man of medium height speaking in hushed tones to a figure she couldn’t make out. She was about to ask more questions when a gorgeous red-haired girl walked past them, and did a double take in Carrie’s direction. “Oh hi, there! I didn’t know we were having somebody over, I’m Jessica.” Beaming, she extended a hand to Carrie who shyly accepted. Jessica had a southern accent. Nobody in my neighborhood has a southern accent. “Eric, this place seems nice and all, but where are we really? Who are you people, how did you save me and why is your mouth bleeding?”
Eric wiped his mouth quickly; attempting to brush off her question with a dismissive “Must have gotten hit by a stray piece of wood when getting out of you out of your house.” Carrie wasn’t satisfied. “But why? I don’t even know you. And how did you even get me out without getting killed?” Jessica turned away. “Oh, I see. This is business. I’m not touching this. By the way, you’ve got some blood on your mouth too.” And as Carrie watched in shock she moved up the stairs in a blur. No normal person could go that fast.
“Wha...?” Eric sighed, and with a look of amusement he explained, “Carrie, I’m afraid you’re not in Chamberlain anymore. You’re in Bon Temps, Louisiana. Mr. Compton sent me to find you and observe your special... talents. But when you destroyed half of your hometown I had little choice but to bring you here. The blood on your mouth is mine...” As if on cue, Bill Compton came into the room scowling at Eric. “I thought I gave you explicit instructions not to say anything until she was fully recovered.”
Looking at Carrie, Eric smirked.
“Don't be so callous, Bill. The poor girl is frightened. And she deserves some answers after everything she endured tonight. Besides, your child carelessly exposed herself.” Bill rolled his eyes. “Damnit, Jessica...” As Eric continued to smile at Bill’s annoyance, the king finally groaned, “You must have many questions, young lady. To get the more obvious one out of the way, Eric fed you his blood to heal you. Had he not, you surely would have died from your injuries.” More and more, Carrie was beginning to grasp her situation. “You said you were demons.”
“No, my dear. Eric was simply being... well, Eric.
We are vampires.”
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(So, Carrie has been whisked away to a house of vampires! How will Carrie take this situation? Will she be frightened? Fascinated? Why does she not know of vampires' existence, what with them being so public in True Blood? And for what purpose was she sought after? Leave a comment below with your ideas, and I'll know how to proceed with the story!)