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That's Not My Name	By : marksandspence Category: S through Z > True Blood Views: 6314 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I have not created the True Blood (credit to Charlaine Harris & Alan Ball) or BtVS universes (credit to Joss Whedon) and do not have any claim on the characters other than the ones I have added. I make no money off of these stories.

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Chapter 23
It was not entirely clear to either Eric or Peia whether the change in intensity of their connection was due to the shared memories or the shared blood. Although the thought was never fully articulated, Eric’s unease about his feelings contributed to his wish to share blood again, knowing the effect it would have on Peia. He was desperate to bind her to him, threatened by her growing independence, the fear of loss having grown to an unanticipated intensity. It may have been unfair, he reasoned, but it was not the only cause for his request that night.
Peia, for her part, was complicit, happy to enjoy break from the pain. But she also was experiencing a new excitement in the dynamic between them – a new interest in knowing Eric in the context of his history. Before, he was just Eric – the vampire, the gangster, the protector – fully formed with his quirks, desires, egoism and beauty. Somehow, contemplating his history, his life, added a certain depth and wisdom to his actions that she had not appreciated before.
Upon returning to Shreveport, Peia found herself asking more questions of his past, of his homeland, of his life beyond what she had “seen”. Sprinkled in their daily interactions, Eric was usually happy to indulge her curiosity. She became particularly fascinated by his tales of battle and the intricacies involved in being a leader of men. A story idea had sprung up and she needed fuel to push it along its course. Remembering what Dali had said, Eric was pleased to learn that she was writing something new.
It took quite some time before they were able to get away for the holiday Eric had promised her. There had been a gradual upswing in violence against humans for which vampires were being blamed. Bill had put it on Eric to keep the peace as well as investigate (and punish) the perpetrators, a task that required a frustrating amount of time and manpower. The AVL was desperate to improve human-vampire relations and were panicking over the increase in violence, threatening to replace Bill if he did not succeed in getting the situation under control. So Bill nagged Eric and Eric put everyone to work.
Peia was put in charge of prevention (of human deaths or injuries), while Eric and Pam busied themselves with investigation. She did not mind this new responsibility. It was an excuse to train and hone her fighting skills, a step up from what was needed to throw drunk or disorderly patrons out of the club. Many hours were spent working with her new battle-axe, which she took to calling “Miss Parker”. She shortened the handle, shaved the wood for better balance and added a point so both ends could be equally deadly. Peia enjoyed practicing fluidity of movement with her new weapon, something she had worked on with Zeb back in California using wooden swords and staffs. It made her feel powerful, in control. At her request, Eric instructed her on the use of the various weapons he had in his little arsenal. Though useful for her new responsibilities, none sparked her interest quite so much as Miss Parker, which she kept close whenever there was the slightest hint of danger. Although Eric chided her for her more “chiseled” physique, he was honestly comforted knowing she could adequately protect herself. And since it did not interfere with his desire for her, he kept his comments light-hearted.
Pam had been rather envious of the new clothes Peia had brought back from Daisy—she deemed them sufficiently badass in a less aggressively gender-neutral way than before. In the time since Peia had disappeared, Daisy busied herself in her spare time designing and perfecting new outfits for her personal “super hero”, should she ever return. She found it relaxing in a way only a seamstress would – a challenge rarely given to the maker of clothes. When Peia had appeared in her shop, Daisy was so ecstatic to show her what she had come up with that she had not noticed how dreadful Peia looked – she had come straight there after leaving Spike, needing the comfort of a familiar face. It was only when Peia began trying things on that Daisy had commented in an accusatory (and annoyed) voice, “You’ve lost weight,” and then for the first time looked up and really saw her face. She had gasped and immediately gone to fetch a cup of tea. In the end, they went through the pile without saying more than was necessary, a relief to them both. The lines were sleeker, the fabric more breathable, the fit tighter and all equipped with various secret pockets for storing small silver chains – something Peia had mentioned the last time. But all looked passible as street clothes – just enough fashion to keep from standing out. Peia had given her all the cash she had left, along with a hug and a promise to send the rest when she could.
Eventually, Peia and Eric had found an appropriate time to leave town for a few days. Peia was unreasonably excited to shop for cold weather clothes. They were off to Iceland, to a vampire resort called Skyli. At this time of year in Iceland, the sun shone nearly 24 hours a day and so somewhere back in the mists of time, local vampires had taken it upon themselves to create a summer refuge to pass the days before the nights returned. It had become more and more elaborate as the centuries passed, turning into an indoor playground of sorts, complete with all manner of activities to defeat the boredom.
As Peia waits for Eric to bring the car around, Pam walks up to her carrying a hat box.
“Don’t forget your hat.” Pam said.
“Thanks. Good luck holding down the fort. Sorry you can’t come,” Peia responded, anticipating the chaos without Eric around.
Pam shrugs, crossing her arms. “Be sure to bring me back something expensive. He knows what I like.”
“Sure thing.”
They see the car pull in front of the door.
“By the way, you’ll probably meet Brynja, Eric’s ex. I’ll be curious to hear how that goes,” Pam says ambiguously.
“What? He has an ex?” Peia responds, surprised.
“It was before my time, but I hear she broke him down pretty bad. Turned him off vampires completely. Have fun now,” Pam says playfully as she gently pushes Peia out the door.
“And you’re just telling me this now??!!?? Why will she be there? Wha…” Peia blurts, obviously freaked by this news, but it’s too late.
Peia spent the entire plane trip obsessing over what an ex-girlfriend of Eric’s would be like. “Tall, probably very tall. And blonde. Like a cross between Brigitte Nielsen and Charlize Theron. Oh crap.” Imagine Peia’s surprise when Bryn turned out to look a bit like Bjork. Petite with black hair and pixie features. It was an interesting trip. At one point, Peia had to fight for her life while wearing a bikini. An experience that affirmed her belief in the general implausibility of skimpy outfits for heroines as depicted in film and comic books. And then there were the blood pools. Still, overall, it was a good trip.
Author’s note: I’d love to describe the details of the trip, but as it doesn’t really move the plot forward, I’m going to keep it at that for now.
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“Do we have tables for tomorrow?” Peia asks Eric as she climbs into bed next to him.
“Everything is taken care of. Stop being so tense,” Eric responds, uncomfortable with her unfamiliar state of emotion.
“It shouldn’t be too disruptive. I can’t imagine it being crowded. My friends will come. But...”
Eric lets out a loud sigh, thinking about forgetting the sex and going straight for her neck to drain the nervous energy out of her. But anxiety makes blood taste sour, so perhaps an orgasm would work better. She had been this way all week and it was beginning to drive him crazy.
It all began a couple of months ago. Peia had received a letter from a publisher interested in the vampire niche market. He had heard about her online success and proposed making a print copy of her latest work, marketed directly to the target audience. His research into vampire reading habits had indicated that many, if not most, prefer to read paper. In recent years, most publishing houses had switched entirely to digital, leaving few options for the vampire luddite crowd. Mr. Andrews believed there was money to be made and was able to secure enough funding from investors to launch an experimental trial. He chose a few authors through word-of-mouth, offered them a percentage of the sales along with a small signing bonus and staged book signings in locations (and at times) amenable to vampires. Peia had skeptically agreed to be the guinea pig, the first of the authors to emerge for a vampire-targeted ad campaign and Eric had agreed to provide the venue – Fangtasia. Mr. Andrews had done an initial print of 500 copies, available initially only to signing attendees (a hefty discount if they fill out a survey).
The attention and the pressure made Peia nervous. Her feelings were a mixture of flattery and dread. She just wanted to get it over with and move on. Mr. Andrews had been putting up flyers for weeks and there had been an online advertising campaign as well. Everyone seemed a bit anxious about it, particularly Mr. Andrews who despite his targeted niche, had never actually spent any time around vampires and now found himself disconcertingly jumpy in their company. Eric was nervous exposing Peia to so many, concerned that her ‘hybrid’ status might become more generally known. Still, somehow Peia and Pam had convinced him that all would be well — that to outward appearances, Peia seemed to be human and so there was little risk. Assuming, of course, that Peia didn’t have reason to start kicking ass, showing her strength. She had left Miss Parker in the basement and promised to be on her best (human) behavior.
The night of the signing arrived. Eric had kept the club open, reserving only section in the front for the tables holding the books and a small display from the publisher. Peia got herself a drink and sat down at the chair provided, pen in hand. The doors were to open at 10pm and it was now 9:55. Mr. Andrews was pacing nervously, fiddling with the display. Eric took his usual chair, moved slightly forward in case he needed to reach Peia quickly. Pam burst through the door with an off-putting grin on her face.
“We’re going to make some cash tonight. They’re lined up around the block,” she announced, excitedly.
Mr. Andrews let out a relieved sigh, “oh, thank god,” as he wiped the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief. He glanced up at Eric, who gave the nod to open the doors.
A steady stream of vampires, nearly all female, came in, picked up a copy of the book and walked to the table for Peia to sign, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. Judging by their clothes, there were more old than young, but a good mixture. There was a nervous excitement in the room, tempered somewhat when the music began thumping in the background. Eric quickly called Pam over and told her to send someone out to entice more humans to the club – it was going to be rather unbalanced otherwise. The flow of bodies continued steadily. Peia was fascinated to meet the gaze of so many vampires. Some expressed surprise that she was human, some disappointment, others an unnerving hunger. At one point, Eric strolled over and pointedly touched Peia in a way as to express ownership, an act that would normally irritate, but was now welcome. Peia was relieved to see familiar faces in the line – Jessica and Sookie had come to show support. Funny that she had half expected that they would be the only ones to come at all.
About an hour into the signing, when the line seemed to grow more relaxed and social, a vampire approached Peia’s table and brought with her a wispy chill. Peia wondered if this was how Eric was able to spot the “old ones” as he called them. She was small, her skin a light brown, her eyes small and angled like a Siamese cat. Her hair was short and thick, the kind that would be tightly curled if allowed to grow. She stood there a moment, staring at Peia with a feverish curiosity. For a moment, Peia felt her will leave her – she felt a desire to be commanded. Quicker than the eye can see, the vampire snaps her hand forward and back, quickly licking the tip of her finger, a small scratch suddenly appearing on Peia’s cheek. As if swatting mosquito, Peia reflexively brings her hand to her face, wiping the tiny droplet of blood away. The vampire’s eyes widen and her head jerks to the side, spying Eric across the room.
Confused about what is happening, Mr. Andrews interjects, “would you like to purchase a book, ma’am?”
She looks over at him with a smirk, reaches into her pocket and places a gold coin in front of the small metal cash box before turning and vamp-zooming away.
“What am I supposed to do with this?” Mr. Andrews says exasperated, holding the coin in his hand.
“It’s a gold coin – use your imagination!” Peia snarks.
Eric looks up to find the old vampire standing in front of him, her head tilted, appraising him. Although not conventionally beautiful, she is mesmerizing and he has trouble forming a thought. She reaches forward, scratching him as she did Peia, only this time she leans toward him and licks the blood from his face. He jerks back, taken by surprise. She smiles a Cheshire smile and laughs.
“What is it that you want?” Is all Eric can think to say.
“We share blood. We are family, you and I.”
“Impossible. I do not know you,” Eric responds.
“How handsome you are. I can see why he chose you,” she grins.
“Who are you?” He asks, eyes growing wide.
She moves closer. “You know me, as you must. I am the source of your blood.” She straddles him and puts her face inches from his. “You know me as you know him, as my blood flowed through him into you.”
Eric touches her face and his eyes close. “You are Godric’s Maker.”
“I am Mina. Did he not speak of me?” She asks with a cruel laugh, knowing the answer.
She climbs into his lap like a child, the difference in their sizes ridiculous. He cannot keep his hands from touching the coolness of her skin, the touch bringing tingles of memory, a painful ecstasy.
“How do we share blood with her? She is still human,” she purrs, turning to watch Peia.
At that moment, Peia glances toward Eric and seeing him entwined with Mina causes her to stand up abruptly, a jealous fury rising. Eric silently communicates calmness and after a moment she sits back down. Seeing this, Mina’s eyes widen with excitement and she claps her hands together.
They shall be of use to me.
“Please do not take her from me,” Eric hears himself whisper, knowing that a vampire as old as she can do anything she wants without fear.
“You may keep your pet. I take only what I need. We will share a bed tonight, the three of us. Then we will see.” Mina commands.
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