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Which is to say, I picked up my rewatch with s5 ep, "Boot and Rally".
The fascinating thing that keeps happening in season 5, and it was prominent in the three eps I watched tonight, is people who ought to know better keep denying the reality of the supernatural. Arlene refuses to believe that her husband has been cursed by a fire demon, even though she knows that vampires exist. Roman, the Guardian of the Authority, denies the supernatural reality of Lilith, the vampires' ancestral mother, and of Jesus, even though he himself is a vampire, a supernatural being. Jason and Sookie are forced to grapple with the nature of their own fairy heritage.
Eric goes through an interesting arc in these three episodes. He is clearly skeptical about the existence of Lilith, although he doesn't outright deny it. He is not going to swear absolutely fealty to Salome or anyone else just on the basis of their having a religious/magical artifact. And he is utterly, sincerely furious with his sister Nora for succumbing to religious fanaticism. Eric, I think, acknowledges no higher authority than himself, except insofar as is necessary to cover his ass and stave off the true death.
When they are offered the chance to partake of the blood of Lilith, Bill asks him, "Are we really gonna do this?" Eric shrugs. "It's vampire blood. We're vampires. It's not gonna do anything." The next shot is of him and Nora walking together, arms around each other, clearly as stoned as any vamp has ever been. All of the vamps who tasted Lilith's blood are intoxicated, blood-hungry, and as uninhibited as a very drunk human would be. In a scene of wonderful camp, they take over a wedding-related karaoke party and feast on the partygoers with brutal glee.
Eric is growling into a blond woman's throat (hmm) when he is interrupted by an apparition of Godric, his maker, telling him that he knows what he is doing is wrong, and urging him to stop Nora. But then all nine of the vampires witness the appearance of Lilith herself, naked, smiling, blessing their brutality. Most of the group resume feeding, but not him. The final shot of the episode is Eric, wide-eyed, open-mouthed, his lips and teeth dripping blood, reacting to Lilith with obvious shock and horror. Eric Northman is *afraid*--because maybe for the first time, he's looking at something that is, unquestionably, bigger and stronger than he is.
This is also the episode where the actors mingled with real-life crowds on a New Orleans street, and Bill and Eric terrify a cab driver who had the temerity to honk at them. Bill is pressed up against the windshield, knees on the hood of the cab, and as the camera pulls back, you see Eric pluck Bill off the cab, sling him up piggyback, and carry him off into the crowd.
Alexander Skarsgard is six inches taller than Stephen Moyer, but that was a grown-ass man he just hoisted onto his back like a toddler! Jesus, Skarsgard, are you really some kind of supernatural being??
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The office door clicked shut behind her. Eric sat behind his desk, looking up as she entered.
God, he is handsome.Â
Stop.
Lucine killed the thought, locking her mental shields down tight. Across the desk, his blue eyes tracked her movement.
"Sit."
Eden sat in the chair opposite his desk. Her outward composure was placid. Inside, her instincts were screaming. She knew why she was up here, but she couldn't guess his next move.
Eric leaned back, spinning a pen lazily between his fingers. "You caused quite a scene in my bar tonight," he noted. He stopped spinning the pen and leaned forward. "I could fire you. Or, I could drain you right here for disrupting the peace." His expression was unreadable. "But it's hard to justify that when you brought in more tips in one shift than Roxie and Rio combined.
"He grabbed my ankle and tried to pull me off the platform," Eden said, her voice tight but calm. She offered no apology. "I protected myself."
"The humans we cater to are pathetic creatures," Eric remarked. "They come here begging to feel proximity to danger. Tonight, you gave them exactly what they paid for. Beginning tomorrow night, you take my private stage. I like my performers to have an edge. Do not disappoint me."
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Lucine arrived home, changed, and collapsed onto her bed. She let her eyes close as the quiet stillness of her apartment washed over her.
It didn't stay quiet for long. Suddenly, she was in her old bedroom in Avignon. She turned her head on the pillow, and Gautier was lying right beside her, asleep.
He looked entirely serene. The moonlight caught the sharp slope of his jawline and soft, dark brown curls against the pillow. Even with his broad shoulders relaxed, he carried a quiet strength. She watched the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest, taking comfort in his presence.
The peace was shattered. Heavy footsteps thundered down the hallway. The outer wards collapsed, causing the illusory shield to flicker.
Gautier’s eyes opened, his steady gaze sharpening with panic. He sat up, his large hand gripping her shoulder. "They're in the hallway," he whispered, his voice tight. "Corbant and the Royal Guards. You have to use your light. You could kill them all and we can escape."
She stared at him, paralyzed. "I can't," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I don't know if I can control it."
"Lucine, please," he begged, his brown eyes desperate. "There is no time."
She hesitated, and that single second cost them everything.
The bedroom door splintered to pieces. Her brother, Corbant, stepped through the ruins, his gaze cold and unyielding. Before they could react, a guard lunged, clamping a heavy iron shackle around her left ankle. The raw iron burned into her skin, stifling her magic and binding her in place.
Powerless, she could only watch the horror unfold. Two guards seized Gautier, dragging him to his knees on the floor. He fought hard against their grip, but he was outmatched.
Her brother stepped closer, looking down at her with a merciless gaze. "Mother demands your return," he stated. "Your little rebellion is over. This commoner has no place in our lineage."
"Por amor, laissiez le vivre!" Lucine begged, but the words dissolved as he raised the heavy blade.
In a swift strike, he brought the metal down, executing Gautier right in front of her. Dark blood gushed outward, pooling into the grooves between the floorboards.
She woke breathless. Her heart hammered. She reached down, clutching her ankle. There was no iron shackle. There were no Fae guards. There was no Gautier. Her fingers found only the scorched filigree of her scar, still buzzing with a phantom heat. She drew a shaky breath and wiped her cheek. In the dark, her wet skin sparkled with a faint, silver glow before fading into nothing.
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Nothing remained of the quiet dark by the time her shift began. Heavy bass thundered through the club, swallowing her thoughts whole.
Pam wrapped up the pre-shift lineup, and Eden headed out into the main lounge. Stepping out in a tiny burgundy slip, she left her feet bare against the concrete. Rio sat at the main counter with a basket of fries. Behind the bar, Booker quietly prepped the taps.
Rio looked down from his stool, his eyes tracing to her bare toes before a grin broke across his face. He slid his fries over. "Honey, I love the wild goddess vibe. But this floor hasn't been mopped since the Clinton administration. You’re gonna catch something even vampire blood can’t cure."
Eden cracked a smile, the genuine warmth of his voice lifting her dark mood. She stole a fry from his basket, popping it into her mouth with a casual shrug. "C'est la vie," she replied, her voice smooth and unbothered.
Pam interrupted them, dropping a clipboard on the bar counter. "Sign this, rookie," Pam stated. "It's your updated rider. Go get Eric's signature before the doors open."
Eden picked up the board, her eyes drifting toward Eric's office. "Is he in there?"
Pam smirked, checking her nails. "He's in there. Might be havin' a little snack," she added. "Enter at your own risk."
Pam turned and sashayed away. Eden picked up the clipboard, glancing at Rio as his eyebrows raised. She leaned against the bar. "Roxie's in there, isn't she? This could be entertaining."
Rio let out a quiet laugh. "What are you gonna do?"
"Get my signature," Eden said simply.
Rio lowered his voice. "Girl, go get it. But I want a full breakdown the second you get back."
Eden walked across the empty floor, her bare steps light against the concrete. Reaching Eric's office, she knocked rhythmically on the closed door.
When no one answered, she turned the handle and pushed.
As the door opened, Roxie was bent forward across the desk, her fingers gripping the edges. Eric was a blur of movement behind her, pinning her hips. The moment he sensed Eden, he froze mid-stride. His fangs were extended, a trace of dried blood at the corner of his mouth as his gaze flicked to her at the threshold. Roxie panted beneath him, exhausted.
He was completely naked, his tall frame broad-shouldered and lean.
Eden didn't look away. She didn't even flinch. Stepping into the office, she walked straight to the desk and plucked a pen from the holder.
Eric smirked, thoroughly amused by her nerve. "I don't recall requesting a third," he stated. "But I'm flexible."
"Just sign my rider if you want me on your stage tonight," Eden said.
He watched her for a silent beat, tracking her steady pulse. Then he reached across the desk and took the clipboard, quickly scrawling his name on the line.
Before the ink could dry, Eden grabbed the clipboard and tucked the pen back into its place.
"Thanks," she added.
She turned and sauntered out. Eric’s eyes traveled down her legs to her bare feet as she crossed the threshold.
"Eric!?" Roxie snapped from the desk.
The door clicked shut behind her, cutting off the sound. Pam was standing just outside, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.
Eden handed her the clipboard as she walked past.
"Good girl," she drawled, before turning and walking away.
Eden returned to the bar. Rio watched her approach, a slow grin spreading across his face.
"Bitch, you've got balls of steel," Rio chuckled. "You were only in there for a minute. Did he actually sign it?"
Eden slid onto the stool next to him, stealing a fry. "I didn't plan on staying for the show. He signed it mid stroke."
Rio snorted. "Roxie is definitely gonna try to ruin your night."
"Let her try." Eden shrugged, eating the fry.
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Thirty minutes later, heavy bass pulsed through the club as it filled to capacity.
Eden moved toward the private stage. Eric was already seated on his throne, observing.
As she reached the bottom step, a hand tapped her arm. She turned to find Roxie leaning close to cut through the music.
"Look, I'd love nothing more than to ruin your shift, but Eric would have my throat," Roxie said.
Eden met her stare. "Good to know."
Roxie let out a reluctant laugh, her tense expression softening slightly. "You're a little crazy, you know that? But I respect it."
Eden nodded. "Thanks."
The bass thudded in her chest, and flashing lights washed over her silk slip as she continued up the steps.
She reached out, wrapping her hand around the brass pole. Pulling herself up, she swung into a slow, mesmerizing spin.
Eric watched her command the space, his face unreadable. His eyes traced the curves of her body as she moved.
There was something about her that was...
"Different, huh?" Pam asked, stepping up beside his chair.
"It's almost disturbing," Eric said above the noise. "Certainly distracting and undeniably profitable."
He turned his head, "I want you to find out everything you can about her."
French Translation: "Por amor, laissiez le vivre!" translates to "For love's sake, let him live!"
"C'est la vie," translates to "That's life."
Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading chapter three of Eden Untamed! Stay tuned to see what Eric learns about our girl "Eden".
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