**Half-Sister to Sunlight and Darkness**
Prompt: I want to write a fanfiction, which is a crossover between Percy Jackson and True Blood. My love interests are: Eric Northman, his progeny Pamela Swynford De Beaufort (who prefers to go by just Pam), and his maker Godric. I am the half-sister of Sookie and Jason Stackhouse, born of a one night affair that Corbett Stackhouse had with the primordial goddess, Hemera. Which means that I’m a demigod with faerie blood. After defeating Gaea, I move back to Bon Temps for a change of scenery and end up getting pulled into the supernatural world due to Sookie dating Bill Compton. When Sookie goes to Fangtasia at Eric’s behest to find out who is stealing money from the club, I go with her and that is how I end up meeting Eric and Pamela (or Pam as he prefers to go by).
The sultry air of Bon Temps clung to my skin, a refreshing change after battling ancient forces and defeating Gaea. Still a demigod with faerie blood, I’d endured more than my fair share of strife, but returning to this sleepy town was supposed to be a new start, a chance at normalcy. Yet, thanks to Sookie dating Bill Compton, the line between normal and supernatural had blurred the moment I stepped on Bon Temps soil.
As I settled back into the rhythm of life, I learned ordinary meant anything but. Sookie's connection to those who walked the night pulled me in, and soon I found myself at Fangtasia, the infamous vampire bar owned by the enigmatic Eric Northman. Despite the charming façade of Southern hospitality, I felt an undeniable tension in the air, as thick as the humid summer night.
With Sookie beside me, radiating her ever-present curiosity, I entered Fangtasia. The interior was a blend of eerie glamour and predatory elegance, luxurious leather and low lighting creating an atmosphere that was both alluring and frightening. Every potential threat lurked in the shadows, each pair of eyes trained on us.
As we walked further into the establishment, glancing at the patrons, Sookie spotted Pam first, her platinum hair and sharp features a stark contrast to the darkness around her. She looked like a queen among the mortals, and from what I’d heard, she practically was. Pam caught my gaze and smirked, a look that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
“Ah, Sookie and the fae half-sister, gracing my humble abode,” came a voice that held power with every syllable.
There he was—Eric Northman. Tall, with a presence that was magnetic and daunting. Every inch of him radiated confidence, the kind that made it impossible to look away. But there was danger thrumming beneath his charm, and I could feel it tugging at my instincts.
Sookie stepped forward, opening their conversation as I hung back, both intrigued and intimidated. I was more than aware of my lineage, of the power coursing through my veins, but standing in front of Eric and Pam, I felt the spark of something far beyond my mortal existence.
“Eric,” Sookie started, her voice steady, though I noticed the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. “We came to talk about the missing funds.”
Eric's gaze shifted toward me, icy blue and piercing. “And you are...?”
“Cally,” I replied, stiffening under his scrutiny. “Sookie's half-sister.”
“Half-sister,” he murmured, as if tasting the word. “So you share Sookie’s connection to the supernatural realm. Interesting.”
“Delightfully riveting,” Pam chimed in, her voice dripping with sarcasm yet tinged with intrigue as she approached me. “Are you here to dazzle us with your fae blood or simply stare wide-eyed at the excitement of our dark little world?”
I raised an eyebrow, undeterred by her sharp tongue. “Maybe a fair mix of both, but let’s focus on the money problem that brings us here.”
Eric nodded, the shift in his expression indicating he appreciated my directness. “Very well,” he declared, gesturing for us to sit. “The finances have been troubling me, but unless we catch the instigator, I’ll have to blame it on those incompetent thieves who think they can survive in my domain.”
Pam scoffed, crossing her arms. “As if coming into your territory without consequence is a wise choice. You have a lot more to fear than just human thieves, darling.”
The conversation progressed, Sookie and Eric discussing leads and suspects, while Pam and I exchanged curious glances, gradually bonding over the absurdity of vampires and the way they navigated mortal problems.
Before long, however, I began to sense something lurking within me that felt primal and urgent. The connection I felt to this world—the pull I had kept denying—was like a whisper urging me to embrace the untouched parts of my heritage. Part of me wanted to extend my power as a demigod; I had faced titanic monsters before. So why did I feel so out of my depth here?
As the night wore on, beneath the flickering lights and lingering scent of blood and lust, I noticed Eric observing me with an intensity that was unnerving. And yet, there was warmth buried within that cool exterior, something compelling that drew me to him like moth to flame. I could feel the energy buzzing in the air between us, and just when I thought I had him figured out, he would remind me of the depth he possessed.
With our investigation in full swing, we realized we needed a more personal approach to lure the thief out. Eric suggested an undercover plan: Sookie and I would use our allure—mysitic blood or not—to coax information from potential suspects who frequented Fangtasia. It was dangerous, but exhilarating.
As the night wore on, moments passed when our proximity felt electric; I would occasionally catch Eric's eyes, and each time my heart would race as though it were a dance we’d already practiced in our past lives.
During a quiet moment near the bar, I turned to Pam, seeking insight into her world. “What’s it like to be intertwined with someone as powerful as Eric?”
Her expression softened, almost imperceptibly. “Power comes with its burdens. Loyalty is the currency we trade in, and sometimes loyalty means grappling with emotion in a world that demands detachment. It’s not for the faint-hearted.”
Her words resonated with me. Could I handle the chaos that came with them? Would I be strong enough to hold my own in the shadows they danced in?
In that instance, I understood why I was drawn to them—not merely because of their supernatural allure, but because they embodied everything that was captivating and terrifying about life itself.
The night shifted once again as we prepared to step into the dance of deception. Little did I know that by diving headfirst into this world, I wouldn’t just be uncovering secrets; I would be unearthing parts of myself, weaving my faerie essence into the very tapestry of darkness I had fought so hard to resist. And for the first time, I felt a strange sense of belonging amidst the chaos—the kind of feeling that promised adventure intertwined with the fierce, intoxicating embrace of the night.
