Angels & Devils
A/N: So I just watched a trailer for True Blood, and when I saw Season 5 is coming out this summer, I started crying. I'm serious, I started weeping from joy. And I think it might have erased my writer's block. For True Blood at least. So, here it is, my beautiful masterpiece. That is actually probably going to be a really over used idea, but whatever.
Disclaimer: I don't own True Blood. Nor do I own the book series it came from. I wish I did though, because then, EricxSookie would be completely canon.
Plot-line: "Imagine you were fourteen. Gorgeous, compelling fourteen-year-old full blooded fairy. And then, your grandfather changes it all. With a contract that had remained hidden for a thousand years. And from that princess's perspective, it should have. Along with the Viking who came with it."
If ever in this world there was anyone as beautiful as Princess Sookie, (her parents had been spending a bit too much time in the mortal world for their own good.) no one had ever seen them.
She had long, flowing hair, lovely lips, and was always adorned with silken gowns, perfect diamonds, and a tiara made of pure, fourteen-carat gold. She was fourteen, and she ignored just about everyone in favor of the latest novel placed in front of her. Sookie would read pretty much anything you put in front of her, something her parents used for the greater good of her education.
Until, there came The Knock. The Knock, which every parent in Fairyland gets once in their lifetime, signifies that their daughter had either been requested, or contracted into a marriage, usually one they didn't want. And, had the Princess's parents known how unwanted this marriage would be, her mother most defiantly wouldn't have opened the door. Ever.
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Unfortunately for Sookie, her mother didn't know. So she answered the door. And in stepped the Prince, bedecked in all his splendid clothes, playing the role life had given him so very many years ago.
"Michelle, my dear, you look gorgeous as ever." Prince Niall Brigant could butter people up better than any one else alive, but even his charms couldn't persuade Sookie's mother, Michelle.
"Niall, I know, she's fourteen, it's the law. But, she IS your great-granddaughter. Couldn't you delay it just a little longer?" The sigh that threaded itself out of the over worked lips of the man in front of her was not lost on Michelle, but she ignored it, and listened impatiently.
"Michelle," he began mournfully, "I cannot, give her any indulgences, in this instance. In normal circumstances, I could, and would, quite happily, as a matter of fact. However, the contract that has been made cannot exactly be reneged upon. However, this is a rather delicate matter, which, under no circumstances, should be discussed upon your front porch." And so, they went inside, completing the next step to the end of Princess Sookie's care-free world.
Michelle directed Niall into her sitting room, where a freshly made pot of tea sat. She gestured to one of the couches, and perched herself on the one adjacent to it. "Speak."
Niall did as she dictated. "You see, Michelle, many years ago, the Vikings of Earth declared war on us. And, somehow, they figured out a way, primitive as they were, to use our magic against us. They even discovered how to transport themselves into our realm." He paused, and took a sip from the tea cup she handed him. "Suddenly, they were a very formidable adversary. And while we could have fought them, it would have decimated our population. And they, unlike us, reproduce like rabbits. We needed a solution. So, we sent them an offer they could not refuse." He smiled ruefully, "We offered the chieftain's son one of our princesses for his bride. His father took to the idea most eagerly, but before anything could be done, some mysterious force killed the chieftain. We thought the agreement, and the binding contract we had signed, had been lost to time." Here, he looked her in the eye. "It wasn't. Apparently, soon after the chieftain was killed, his son was turned into a vampire. He kept the contract, all these years. Sookie is the only available princess we have, and, as much as I hate to do it, we cannot withdraw from this agreement. She must marry the vampire." As he finished, he saw the tears running down Michelle's face as she thought of her only daughter, married to a vampire. "H-how shall I tell her? How can I tell her? She is young, and innocent. And this, this, THING you speak of, he is old, and his hands are covered in the blood of innocents so very like her!" Suddenly, the sorrow in Michelle's eyes turned to rage. "You expect me to tell my daughter that she has to marry a monster?" She seethed, angry magic rolling off her in waves. A small whimper came from the stairs. The two adults turned, and looked straight at the innocent, young, frightened face of fourteen year old Sookie.
A/N: So I just watched a trailer for True Blood, and when I saw Season 5 is coming out this summer, I started crying. I'm serious, I started weeping from joy. And I think it might have erased my writer's block. For True Blood at least. So, here it is, my beautiful masterpiece. That is actually probably going to be a really over used idea, but whatever.
Disclaimer: I don't own True Blood. Nor do I own the book series it came from. I wish I did though, because then, EricxSookie would be completely canon.
Plot-line: "Imagine you were fourteen. Gorgeous, compelling fourteen-year-old full blooded fairy. And then, your grandfather changes it all. With a contract that had remained hidden for a thousand years. And from that princess's perspective, it should have. Along with the Viking who came with it."
If ever in this world there was anyone as beautiful as Princess Sookie, (her parents had been spending a bit too much time in the mortal world for their own good.) no one had ever seen them.
She had long, flowing hair, lovely lips, and was always adorned with silken gowns, perfect diamonds, and a tiara made of pure, fourteen-carat gold. She was fourteen, and she ignored just about everyone in favor of the latest novel placed in front of her. Sookie would read pretty much anything you put in front of her, something her parents used for the greater good of her education.
Until, there came The Knock. The Knock, which every parent in Fairyland gets once in their lifetime, signifies that their daughter had either been requested, or contracted into a marriage, usually one they didn't want. And, had the Princess's parents known how unwanted this marriage would be, her mother most defiantly wouldn't have opened the door. Ever.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Unfortunately for Sookie, her mother didn't know. So she answered the door. And in stepped the Prince, bedecked in all his splendid clothes, playing the role life had given him so very many years ago.
"Michelle, my dear, you look gorgeous as ever." Prince Niall Brigant could butter people up better than any one else alive, but even his charms couldn't persuade Sookie's mother, Michelle.
"Niall, I know, she's fourteen, it's the law. But, she IS your great-granddaughter. Couldn't you delay it just a little longer?" The sigh that threaded itself out of the over worked lips of the man in front of her was not lost on Michelle, but she ignored it, and listened impatiently.
"Michelle," he began mournfully, "I cannot, give her any indulgences, in this instance. In normal circumstances, I could, and would, quite happily, as a matter of fact. However, the contract that has been made cannot exactly be reneged upon. However, this is a rather delicate matter, which, under no circumstances, should be discussed upon your front porch." And so, they went inside, completing the next step to the end of Princess Sookie's care-free world.
Michelle directed Niall into her sitting room, where a freshly made pot of tea sat. She gestured to one of the couches, and perched herself on the one adjacent to it. "Speak."
Niall did as she dictated. "You see, Michelle, many years ago, the Vikings of Earth declared war on us. And, somehow, they figured out a way, primitive as they were, to use our magic against us. They even discovered how to transport themselves into our realm." He paused, and took a sip from the tea cup she handed him. "Suddenly, they were a very formidable adversary. And while we could have fought them, it would have decimated our population. And they, unlike us, reproduce like rabbits. We needed a solution. So, we sent them an offer they could not refuse." He smiled ruefully, "We offered the chieftain's son one of our princesses for his bride. His father took to the idea most eagerly, but before anything could be done, some mysterious force killed the chieftain. We thought the agreement, and the binding contract we had signed, had been lost to time." Here, he looked her in the eye. "It wasn't. Apparently, soon after the chieftain was killed, his son was turned into a vampire. He kept the contract, all these years. Sookie is the only available princess we have, and, as much as I hate to do it, we cannot withdraw from this agreement. She must marry the vampire." As he finished, he saw the tears running down Michelle's face as she thought of her only daughter, married to a vampire. "H-how shall I tell her? How can I tell her? She is young, and innocent. And this, this, THING you speak of, he is old, and his hands are covered in the blood of innocents so very like her!" Suddenly, the sorrow in Michelle's eyes turned to rage. "You expect me to tell my daughter that she has to marry a monster?" She seethed, angry magic rolling off her in waves. A small whimper came from the stairs. The two adults turned, and looked straight at the innocent, young, frightened face of fourteen year old Sookie.