Up All Night: Chapter 14

Charlaine Harris owns almost everything. I own the rest.

I wrote this chapter while coming down from the crazy-making meds I was given after my surgery in November. Forgive me if it doesn’t make sense.


Chapter 14

Eric’s POV

Sookie’s scent clung to Eric’s skin, reminding him of their brief encounter. He wanted nothing more than to keep her all night long, but knew she had a lot on her mind, he could tell from her silence as he drove her home. Niall has that effect on people.

Eric still couldn’t shake the conversation he and Niall had about Breandan and his ties to the human world, but hadn’t had the opportunity to think about it much, beyond setting up a meeting between Niall and Sookie, but he knew that he should arm himself with as much information as possible before the outbreak of another fairy war.

When he got home, he turned on his computer and typed Breandan’s name into the search engine. He knew of his connection to the Irish, having read his history before. They thought him to be one of the twelve apostles in Ireland, calling him The Navigator, never realizing he didn’t belong to their realm. As his eyes scanned over the list of Breandan’s travels and accomplishments, he saw something he’d never noticed before. Breandan had spent quite a bit of time on the island of Adelsö.

“Adelsö,” Eric murmured. He started a new search, finding pictures of scenic Swedish land: rolling hills, peaceful forests, and ruins. Ruins of a castle he had once called home: Hovgården.

He closed his eyes, letting his mind take him back. The modern house that surrounded him dissolved in a cloud of memories, slowly replaced by the cold stone walls of the castle he grew up in. The faint laughter of a child echoed down the corridors. His older sister.

“Marina,” he called out, smiling when she materialized. “I have missed you.”

Marina smiled and took his hand. “And I you. Where have you been?”

Eric opened his mouth to explain, and then looked down at his young body. “Playing by Lake Mälaren,” he answered, knowing it to be the truth. When he was ten years old, he had always been by the water.

“Have you eaten?” She took his hand and led him to the kitchen where the cooks worked over huge open fires to prepare a meal for the royal family. Wooden bowls filled with vegetables covered the counters, and fresh herbs hung from the ceiling. Eric inhaled. Summer.

“Mistress Marina,” the cook said, “can I get you something?”

“My sweet Eric is hungry again. Do you have something for him?”

“Yes,” the cook answered, and slipped something into Eric’s hand. The cook had been around forever and seemed to know everything. Tending to the children and telling them stories was the highlight of her days. “I remember how hungry you were when you were born,” she began, as she always did, with his birth. “I have never seen a child with such an appetite! Your mother was absolutely ravenous while she carried you.” The cook laughed. “Probably preparing for the fight of her life to get you out. You were a massive baby, just like your papa.” Eric ate and listened to her tell the story of their father, Håkan the Red, when he had been a child. He never tired of hearing about his father enter the world like a warrior and command soldiers by the age of five. Rumors were whispered about Håkan the Red and his divine creation, the son of the gods. Eric never knew if it was true or not, but it didn’t matter. Even if they were fictitious, the stories were as much a part of his life as anything else.

Eric blinked, and then they weren’t in the kitchen anymore. They were in the grand hall. Elaborate tapestries hung from the gray stone walls, and the room was filled with an audience. Everyone from town sat, patiently waiting for the arrival of Håkan the Red’s last son, Bram. A few years had passed, and yet, Marina still sat with him, watching over him as she always did. They sat with their other sister, and the three of them smiled as their tiny brother appeared from the back of the room, swaddled in white, being carried by their mother.

“She’s so beautiful,” Marina whispered as she gazed at their mother’s serene face. The baby cooed in her arms. Although in the prime of her youth, Marina’s eyes were rimmed with dark circles and her skin had lost its radiant glow.

Their oldest brother, Gustav sat stiffly by their father as the entire village admired the baby. Gustav never sat with the children, despite the fact that he was only fourteen.

“Long live Håkan the Red!” the crowd chanted. Their father, the king, beamed at his wife and kissed her forehead before addressing the masses.

Eric turned toward Marina, but the multitudes of people dissolved. He stood alone, next to her bed, where she lay motionless. A mysterious illness had infected his dear sister, slowly strangling the life out of her body. Ignoring the warnings from the healer, Eric sat with her while her light, which had always shone so brightly up until a year ago, waned. “I loved you more than anyone,” she whispered through dry lips. “The Gods brought you to this world for me. I know it.”

Tears streamed down his face as his heart broke.

His memories darkened. With Marina gone, Hovgården wasn’t the same. He had no purpose there. No one needed him. No one cared for him. He withdrew, spending more time than ever at the lake’s edge, wishing to move away, where he could forget about her and the hollowness she had left inside him.

For the next years, he focused on a way out, working wherever he could be anonymous. Fisherman never asked questions, happy to have help, and so he worked on one vessel after another, determined to escape his sorrow.

That was when he met Appius.

Eager for a permanent change, Eric gave himself to Appius, welcoming the gift of immortality he offered. He became a mentor, a teacher, and a lover.

Appius promised Eric the world, and at first, he gave it to him. They traveled, and for a while, Eric forgot about his pain. But then, strange news from home found him. A rebellion. People whispered. The crown had been passed.

Against Appius’ wishes, Eric returned to Hovgården, and arrived to find his father dying. No longer welcome in the castle, Håkan the Red had been banished to the stables. His mother wept. A keening sound of tremendous sorrow spilled out of her body, as if it came from the depths of her soul. She stared through Eric, as if she were seeing a ghost.

Eric held his father’s hand and promised to exact revenge on the one who had stolen his life: Gustav.

Gustav’s guards didn’t stand a chance against Eric’s fury. And when he faced his brother, sitting in the throne wearing their father’s crown, he wanted to tear him to pieces.

“That doesn’t belong to you,” Eric bellowed.

“Guards!” Gustav called.

“They won’t save you,” Eric whispered, knowing they lay in an unmoving pile outside the throne room.

Gustav tensed, keeping an eye on the door he was sure his guards would burst through at any moment, obviously ignoring the blood covering Eric’s hands. He gripped the hilt of a knife tucked inside his belt and offered Eric a fake smile. “Rule with me, brother. I would be willing to share if you fall into line. No one will get in our way. I’ve made sure of that.” His eyes glinted in the dim room. “The children are all gone, and Mother cannot have more.”

“Gone?” Eric frowned. He wondered for the first time about their sister Gilla and their tiny brother, Bram, who would now be seven.

“The throne belongs to me. No one can take it.”

At that moment, Eric realized that his mother’s wails were more than the loss of a spouse. She had lost everything. “Where have you taken them? Our sister and brother?”

“Helheim. Where they belong.”

“They’re dead?” Eric’s mouth hung open, his fangs hidden by the shadows.

Gustav nodded slowly.

“You killed your sister, brother, and father for what? A piece of metal?” Eric pointed at the crown on his head.

“It is my right. I belong on this throne.” He narrowed his cold eyes. “I would’ve killed you too, but I thought you had taken care of that for me. Imagine my surprise finding you here.” He unsheathed the knife and sprang toward Eric, wielding the sharp piece of metal over his head expertly.

Eric growled and dodged out of the way.

“Guards!” Gustav shouted again.

Eric lunged for him, and caught him around the throat with a tight grip. Gustav struggled for a moment and then the knife clattered to the floor as Eric began to squeeze the life out of him. He plucked the crown from his head. “This is not your right. You’ve taken something that doesn’t belong to you, and now you’ll pay for it.” He sank his fangs into his brother’s neck and drank deeply, unable to stop himself until Gustav’s body crumpled.

That was the night Hovgården burned.

Eric blinked. His fangs brushed against his lip and anger welled inside him. The corpse of his brother vaporized as the memory receded, but the taste of his blood lingered in Eric’s mouth.

It stirred something inside him. It connected him to the present: the first time he smelled Sookie’s blood.

Gustav tasted like Sookie. Or, more accurately, Sookie tasted like Gustav.

How is that possible?

Eric flew down the hall and grabbed the crown and book from the shelves in the front room. He turned the crown over in his hands, looking at it like he’d never done before. The ancient metal was worn thin around the edges, making the carvings difficult to read. All but one. It appeared to be an engraved medallion that had been incorporated into the framework of the crown, held in place by fine metal clasps. He traced the outline of the word, wishing he could read runes. He frowned and opened the fragile text and scanned the faded words. Appius had taught him how to write the modern language, and now, centuries later, he stared at his ancient words grateful that he had taken the time to record his history.

His fingers followed the words on the pages, sifting through entries until he found what he was looking for.

Before he left Adelsö, he had written down everything the wise old cook had ever said. He read the story of his birth, how Marina, only three at the time, held him like he was her own. Tears stung his eyes.

The cook’s stories always started with the birth of whomever she was talking to, and then worked her way backward. So, Eric’s story began with his delivery and then he read about his mother’s pregnancy, and how difficult it had been for her. Marina, on the other hand, had been a gentle birth, and Gustav’s birth was celebrated across the land because a male heir had been born. Eric hadn’t recorded the birth of Gilla or Bram because they weren’t part of his story, only what came before.

He wrote about how Håkan the Red had won their mother with his charm and wit, although she always swore that he had cast a spell over her, enchanting her. But, as the story always went, it was she who enchanted him … taming him. Conquering him with her love.

Further back, Eric read of Håkan the Red spending his youth fighting for the people of Hovgården. He had always been their champion, even as a child. He was revered for his strength, having survived a long and arduous delivery that ended his own mother’s life. And so, Håkan the Red was born.

Eric’s finger hovered over the next words, the tale of Håkan the Red’s birth: Atla died giving birth to her only son.

He read out loud, “Håkan the Red, was thought to be the son of gods. Atla was the daughter of Ran and Aegir, and Håkan’s father…” He scanned the words, but found nothing. “Who was his father?” Something nagged at him. A detail he was missing.

“Atla,” he repeated her name, sure that she had something to do with it. And then it hit him.

He loved Atla more than anything. Niall’s voice echoed through Eric’s head.

Breandan loved Atla more than anything,” Eric murmured. The pieces fell into place. “I am Breandan’s grandson.”


When I ask Padore what she thinks should happen next, and she suggests that Eric is also part Fae, this is what I come up with. I hope you enjoyed it (and all the craziness that was happening in my brain). ❤

On to Up All Night: Chapter 15

70 thoughts on “Up All Night: Chapter 14

  1. Meridian says:

    “Gustav tasted like Sookie. Or, more accurately, Sookie tasted like Gustav.”
    Now I need a hot coffee… Wow! Srsly, this was an AWESOME chapter – pure damn gold – well worth the stalking and bribery. Oh, wait, I forgot to bribe…sorry.


    • I’m SO glad you enjoyed it! I always worry when I create a whole new backstory…but I had to come up with something to include him in the Fae line. 🙂 Thanks for stalking and bribery, it always inspires me…

      Oh, and thanks for reviewing. Very first! 🙂


      • Meridian says:

        Heh…I was the first… Does this mean I have to give you flowers? I feel as though I should. I could give you some of my neighbors roses out of his rose garden, but they’re all somewhat/really dead right now. Will you take a rain-check?
        Well, a drought-check, all things potentially considered…?

        Creating a new backstory for a fic character is awesome fun, though, and all you have to do to justify it is call the story AU. Ensure it makes sense – which you absolutely have, and you’re golden like honey.
        See? Back to those flowers again. *sigh* I’ll start staring creepily at his roses here in a minute…maybe they’ll bloom early?


      • Your creepy stare is magical, I know. Keep working on those roses. 🙂 Mine are starting to bud. It’s been in the 50s for 2 weeks. Freaky!

        I’m so glad you support my crazy new backstory. Seems like most people are enjoying it, and that’s all that matters! Thanks for the love. 🙂

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  2. Woah! I did not expect that at all! I’m so anxious for the next part!


  3. cari1973 says:

    crazyness or not, awersome turn of events.


  4. ljhjelm says:

    What a giant twist. I love the history you have put in the story.


  5. E. B. Rhome says:

    Sweet merciful crap, woman! Did not see that coming. Damn.
    Great chapter. Thanks for the update.


  6. ericluver says:

    OMG! Eric is part Fae? Can’t wait to find out more 😄


  7. tj6james6 says:

    Wow! Most certainly a change from canon! Love it!

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  8. jbnorthman says:

    Holy shit!!! This is so fantastic!!! I cannot a it for more.


  9. sluggysmom says:

    Oooohhhh!!!! Loving the twist!!!


  10. murgatroid98 says:

    Wow, what interesting revelations. It’s nice to see Appius as a revered maker and mentor rather than a cruel rapist for a change. Still a terrible ending for Eric’s family. I don’t suppose Breandan knows about Eric.


  11. mom2goalies says:

    WTF! Never saw this coming! Need update soon, please.


  12. Kittyinaz says:

    Reblogged this on Kittyinaz's Reblog Page and commented:
    Wow such a wonderful backstory for Eric!!!!


  13. saldred75 says:

    of course he is, what a twist!!!


  14. ozzo says:



  15. switbo says:

    Oh my! I was expecting fairy-scent induced smut, and instead we get THIS! Wow! Eric is Breadan’s grandson. Totally did not see that coming. Holy rusted metal Batman!

    Write quickly please. Because I will be on pins and needles until I see where this is going. 🙂


  16. VictoryInTrouble says:

    Wow! This is completely completely awesome!! The story of his sister was so beautiful and sad and just the way you set up the scene was magic! Drugs are your friend, mmkay? 😉 lol, whatever you took did not harm your writing!


    • I’m laughing so hard!!! I was kind of out of my mind, but I also had everything and everyone taken care of while I was recovering, so I was dying to write! I wrote this chapter when I was kind of lucid, and then edited heavily the next week. I cut out some really weird stuff, believe me. LOL. Thank you so much for the love. I am so glad you enjoyed the chapter and the beauty, sadness, and magic. You made me all warm and tingly. Thank you for that. 🙂

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  17. bbrock525 says:

    I love it. Can’t wait to see how it plays out


  18. theladykt says:

    Holy Crap. You are killing me with the cliffies!!!! LOVE IT


  19. campyrs says:

    What a a turn of events. I never saw that one coming. Eric is also fae. Interesting….. Thanks for the update.


  20. patsy1965 says:

    Wow, get the flu from your brat kid, get hospitalized for a month or so and Eric and Sookie find out they’ve more in common with each other than just love. Awesome twists and turns. Now that I’m home, I want more, more, more 😉 I’m really excited to see where you take this. patsy


    • Oh Patsy! I’m so sorry you’ve been so sick! I’m sending you all kinds of love to help you heal faster. 🙂 I’m so glad you’re enjoying the story, and I’m writing more, more, more… so you know there will be more. 🙂 Thank you so much for reviewing and get well soon, okay?


  21. gyllene says:

    DAMN! I was not expecting that. When Eric realized Sookie tasted like Gustav and then the end. I don’t think I am wait a week to find out what happens. Great chapter even with the cliffie.


  22. redjane12 says:

    Mega twist! Looks like the light tone of this story is changing towards something more epic…and deadly presumably… Very sad family history for Eric here…


    • I’m taking liberties like crazy over here!! I do hope you enjoyed it! Yeah, Eric’s past is definitely sad, but then there’s his future with Sookie and that’s not sad at all. 🙂 Thanks so much for reviewing!


  23. duckbutt60 says:

    Wow –that was a twist coming out of left field! Wonder if that means that Breandon is after Eric as well as he is also part fae…..


  24. Lynn says:

    Holy Batman! Now that’s a great reveal! Wowser! Don’t know how you can top that but let’s give it a swirl! Well played mon ami!


  25. YvonnAd says:

    HI. hi.
    Love that imaginative brain of yours. You rock. This is so exciting. I had a very very good feeling. I kept visiting your site last weekend and then here you are…BAM 2 WONDERFUL CHARTERS. You have no ideal how long I missed reading a good story. And yours really is turning into one of my faves. LOVE IT. I don’t want to guess what happens next. I’m just hear to enjoy the ride. Thank you.
    Hope your ok if I don’t comment on the 13th chapter (which was HOT!!!) NOT the Naill part. But the after dinner party. Well its still technically dinner. Since there was eating and drinking evolved…hehehe. sorry. But seriously what a treat.
    Love both chapters.
    Hope your feeling much better. I too suffer from a bad back muscle spasms and would like to be more medicated than normal. But not going to happen.
    Anyway happy weekend and looking forward to the continued story.


    • I wondered if you missed last week’s chapter! 🙂 Two is better than one though, and I’m so glad you enjoyed the little twist of canon I did there. My imaginative brain is being contributed by Padore at the moment, so you can thank her too! 🙂 She’s full of ideas for the whole Fae crossover bit. 🙂

      Yeah, my surgery was in November, and I’m 98% healed. There’s still a little tenderness, but I hear that lasts a while after sinus surgery. I can breathe now, which is totally worth it! 🙂

      Thank you for reviewing, and I’m going to write more now, so I hope you have a great weekend! 🙂


  26. askarsgirl says:

    Wow! I didn’t see that one coming!! So what will this mean for Eric and Sookie? I can’t imagine that it will change anything. Eric’s loyalty lies with Sookie not Breandan!
    Loved reading about Eric’s history and I especially liked how original you made it. I’ve never read one anywhere close to yours! Can’t wait until next Friday!


    • Thank you so much for that lovely review! I’m so thrilled I could surprise and delight you! Padore gave me some really good ideas, so I ran with it (with the help of pain meds…). I’m glad it wasn’t a train wreck! LOL. You’ll see where it goes, just wait! 🙂 Thanks again!!


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  28. ashmo2000 says:

    Hm, Breandan anger and hate of humansstems from a woman. Does Breandan even know of Eric? This is going to be epic…


  29. nedbella says:

    OMG! That history of Eric and his family was amazing. Sad, but it gave us so much information without dragging it out. What a great twist with his Fae connection being from Breandan. I wonder if Niall knew this already. If so, he should have told Eric. Being his Grandson and related to his beloved Alta, I wonder if Breandan will end his hate towards the hybrids. Here’s hoping. Great chapter, can’t wait for more.


    • I’m so glad you enjoyed it! I am always so worried when I mess with canon…but it seems like everyone is taking it pretty well. 🙂 As far as Niall or Breandan knowing anything, you’ll have to wait and see! Thank you so much for reviewing!!


  30. valady1 says:

    Not just part fae, but water fae, clever..and his memories about his sister were so beautiful and sad..


    • Oh, thank you! The sister memories were definitely drug induced. I was feeling kind of sad during my recovery and it shows… Yes water fae seemed like the perfect fit for Eric, doesn’t it? 🙂 Thanks so much for reviewing!


  31. jilllapet says:

    Whoa. Whatever the drugs were, take more. This is just amazing! Not to mention… your lemons are the most realustic and descriptive I’ve read in a long time. So very hot!


  32. It’s a genius idea to make Eric part fae. For this alone the continuation is worth it.
    Sorry I haven’t been reviewing as I make my way through all of your fics. I just want to read and read and read. BUT, I’ll try to be better though I’m usually at a loss of what to say.


    • Aww, thanks! I appreciate the reviews and binge reading too! I’m glad you enjoyed Eric’s new backstory. I thought it would be interesting and I’m glad you agree. 🙂 Don’t feel weird about leaving reviews. Any little feedback you have is much appreciated, I’m just happy to hear from you! 🙂


  33. vampchick73 says:

    Damn! I wasn’t expecting all that now! Nice little twist! Loving this story!


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