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A/N: This is about my OC, Katarina Stackhouse, whose looks I have based off of my own (brown hair, Caucasian, etc). But please, feel free to picture her however you want. I want people to be able to read and self-insert should they wish. For this reason I've tried not to make any direct connotations to how she looks physically.
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"I'll just be gone for a bit. I'll be back before you know it," Sookie assures me. She said she's going over to Bill's place. She's been spending a lot of time there lately ever since she met him when he showed up at Merlotte's
just a few weeks ago. Of course, I am never allowed to go over there. I never really get out much. Sookie says I am too special to warrant risking involvement with any vampires.
I pace around the living room for a few minutes, contemplating how I'm going to assuage my boredom for the evening. I eventually decide on one of Sookie's books she recently checked out from the library. She and I
both share an affinity for romance novels. After a few chapters, my mind starts to drift to my favorite memories of my master, Godric.
The story goes that when I was a baby, Gran found me on her doorstep. I didn't cry. I didn't make a sound. After hearing a brisk knock on the front door, she found me sitting contentedly on her porch.
Godric tells me one night he was taking a moonlit walk on the beach, when he smelled fresh blood and heard someone cry out. When he reached the source of blood, he found who he thinks was my mother,
bleeding and helpless, staggering on the sand with my tiny body in her arms. There was no evidence to indicate who had fatally wounded her. There was just a wrecked ship, a mother, and an infant.
"Snälla," (Please) she called out to him in Swedish, "ta henne" (take her). Godric had me in his arms before she could fall to the ground. Unknowing of what to do next, but only knowing that I smelled different than other humans and
that he could not bring back a human baby to his nest, he chose to wander Louisiana until finding what he thought a suitable pseudo-home for me.
Godric felt a responsibility to take care of me. Maybe it was something about his need to repent for his past actions. Maybe it was because I smelled peculiar. Either way, I am grateful for my father. As I matured from adolescence,
I questioned his desire to keep me from his world, a world of vampires.
"We are monsters," he told me once. While I lived as an adopted Stackhouse at Gran's house, Godric checked on me from time to time. He and I would sit in Gran's garden while he told me his stories of conquest,
and of his Childe, Eric Northman. Those stories, of course, were always my favorite.
"Immortals like myself live a very long time, little one. Over all of that time, we start to lose our sense of humanity, our ability to feel empathy and love." Godric explains to me.
"But you love me, papa." I reply abashedly, confused.
"I do, very much," He chuckles. "But not every vampire can stumble upon a child as sweet as you. I am not always so tame as you believe me to be, Katarina. I keep you from my world for this purpose...I do not wish for you to see
me as anything else but a loving father."
"What about Eric?" I whisper, "He got to have all of those adventures with you, and he still loves you I bet."
"He respects me because I am his Maker, but if you met him, I think you would understand what I meant." Godric then admonishes, "Katarina...I know what you are doing. You are trying to change the subject."
Godric turns to smile at me. "You cannot return with me to the nest."
"But papa..." I whine
"I must go now, little one," He stoops down to plant a kiss lightly on my forehead. "Please, be good for your grandmother until I return. You are precious in my sight." And then he took off into the sky.
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A brisk knock on the door brings me out of my reverie. In fact, it startles me.
"Odin's vengeance!" I rasp out while my heart jumps.
I'm not supposed to answer the door when I'm home alone, but Sookie should have thought about that before leaving me stuck here on a Friday night with nothing better to do
than be rebellious.
When I open the door, a tall, 6"5 frame fills the doorway. A Viking frame. That of a drengr.
I stare up into deep, blue eyes underneath my lashes, not saying anything. Probably looking foolish.
"Sookie, you look different," jokes the man suddenly, once again making me jump.
"Katarina Stackhouse at your service," I reply once I recover my wits. I take a bow as if I were an actress just having delivered a fantastic monologue.
"Well, well, well. Sookie didn't tell me there was a Little Stackhouse," he says poking fun at my height. (Everyone must be short in his eyes.)
"Sookie didn't tell me that she was acquainted with such a comedian," I retort
The tall blonde chuckled. Then proceeded to stare directly at me curiously as if I were a puzzle to be solved.
"You didn't tell me your name..." I mutter after a moment of brief silence.
"Eric Northman, sheriff of Area 5 at your service," he announces, mimicking my bow I performed earlier.
Oh no. I don't know how I didn't see it earlier. But here in front of me was Godric's Childe, just the way he had always been described. Godric always used to refer to Eric as my brother. But at that moment after seeing what Eric looked like, I
was not having familial thoughts.
"Bror," I whisper almost silently, in awe of the man standing in front of me. The one I'd heard so many stories about. "Please come in," I manage to get out finally. I felt my face heat a little.
Eric tils his head suspiciously in response before we are both startled by a voice echoing from behind him in the yard.
"Katarina Stackhouse you KNOW you're not supposed to answer the door when you're home alone." Sookie comes stomping up the driveway, Bill in tow behind her.
"In my defense...I was bored. And there was no one to stop me," I reply smoothly
Sookie reaches the porch and stomps right past Eric and crosses the threshold to grab onto the back of my tank top I was wearing.
"Kat it is MY job to keep you safe and it's kind of hard to do that when you answer the door and strike up a conversation with Eric freaking Northman," she hisses into my ear, "go to your room."
"Eric isn't going to hurt me," I mutter dejectedly while looking at the floor, then I curse at her in my head in Swedish after removing my mental shield, taking any small victory I can in this argument. Sookie detests that I have the ability to
shut her out and let her into my mind at will.
"Kat you don't know him like I do," Sookie admonishes, "this man is manipulative, egotistical, and selfish beyond your imagination."
I chuckle to that in response. This wasn't new information. I know Eric more than Sookie could ever realize. I flash back to something Godric once said to me.
"Should you ever be in grave danger, and I am too far away to reach you, little one, you must contact your brother Eric. He is the most loyal vampire I have ever known. I should know, I created him." Godric laughs.
"He will take care of you once he knows you are mine. This I promise."
Sookie starts to attempt to drag me to my room upstairs when I suddenly call out,
"Kan du vara en följeslagare till döden?" (Can you be a Companion of Death?)
At that Eric is on me instantly with the assistance of vampire speed, grabbing me by the arms. Sookie was so startled she released her grip on my shirt. I had forgotten I'd invited him in.
"What did you just say?" He snarls. He's so close our noses are almost touching. I do not even blink at the contact. Somewhere in the background I think I can hear Sookie objecting to what's happening, but it's like Eric and I are in our own little world in this moment. Neither of us pay any attention to her.
"Far...bror...son" I whisper in a grin while meeting his deadly glare.
That must have gotten through to some part deep within him because immediately his death grip on my arms loosens.
"Vi kommer att tala om detta senare" (We will speak of this later) he says softly, looking at me again curiously. He steps away. "Sookie," he turns his gaze toward my sister, who apparently was still talking during that whole exchange. "I came here to seek your assistance with a pressing matter that requires your professional...skill," Eric smiles connivingly.
"You mean my being a telepath..." Sookie replies sarcastically
"Whatever you wish to call it. I will see to it that you are paid handsomely."
"Fine," Sookie sighs. "Kat," she turns to me, "go wash up and get ready for bed. I have to go help Eric. And you're still in trouble. Don't think I've forgotten."
"Oh no," Eric chuckles darkly, "She's coming with me" He crooks his finger at me, silently commanding me to his side.
"No" Sookie hisses fiercely at the Viking while grabbing my arm so tightly it smarts a little, "you're not involving my baby sister in any of this..."
"Sookie," Bill interjects, "we must do what he says. It does not appear we have a choice in this matter."
Eric suddenly flies to mine and Sookie's sides. Gathering me into his arms bridal style, I yelp in surprise. "Rövhål" (prick) I mutter under my breath. This elicits a deep, rumbling laugh from Eric. One moment we were in the
living room and after a blink, we stand in the front yard.
"We'll see you at Fangtasia," Eric manages to remark behind his shoulder at Sookie and Bill before he takes off into the sky. I nestle my face into his neck as we take off, remembering the feeling of flight from
my times with Godric.
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