True Blood Eric And Jason Novels & Stories

Jason at this point was paradoxically two things, a saviour and a thing to worry about. Miraculously, Jason popped up. He was one of the boys she had come to trust with a pinch of salt at school. His brother, Jesse, was simply a ruthless bully, a chauvinist of being Alpha and fancier of class. He ruled the low-class with a heavy hand and they were not strong enough, so they suffered. There was something in Jason after all, something vaguely akin to method in his brother’s overwhelming madness.

Clarissa: My heart skipped a beat. My plans began to feel sweaty. My heart was racing and my breath was heavy. They…they knew each other?! He never mentioned that! This is bad. This is really bad. Lorenzo was just as shocked as I was and he cast me a look of accusation but I shrugged lightly. I didn't know this. I was just as confused as he was. Erica and Javier were still looking at each other. She was flabbergasted but Javier kept a smile on his face. What was up with this guy? What did he want with Erica?

He also didn't look over and put it aside, Jonathan even called to ask him to be at the party to congratulate his brother. “I don't have time, and I don't have a brother. Kieran hasn't told you yet, next time don't look me into anything." After Eric finished speaking, he hung up the phone, and even if Jonathan was angry, there was nothing Eric could do. Because he thinks, Eric will not live long because Otis will draw his blood to cure his wife's illness, but he does not know that Elena's health has recovered and improved, and his project has also changed hands.

Damien's POV Eric's head remained the same place, not moving, his face white like he had seen a ghost. My eyes meet with the tall Brody man at my door who has a cigarette wrapped around his lips. Nathan. My best friend and capo. His eyes were dark with anger and maybe disgust. “Fuck!!” Eric whispered, his eyelids dilated, tears standing in his eyes. “Fuck!!” He whispered again. I immediately stand up and drag the blanket up to cover Eric. I can see him visibly shaking, his hands trembling.

Shane said, his voice low and threatening, “if he finds out you cornered his pregnant mate in a bathroom, there’s a very high chance he will kill you. And I will help him burn the body.” Eric’s face went pale. “I wasn’t cornering her. I just needed to talk—” “Does it look like we care?” Jasmine snapped. “Get out. Now.” Eric looked at me one more time, his eyes filled with a pitiful look. “Please, Iris. Just think about what I told you.” “Goodbye, Eric,” I said, my voice final. Eric’s shoulders sagged in defeat. He gave me one last long look, then turned and walked toward the door. The moment the door closed behind him, I released a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

Erica's POV. It wasn't like I didn’t understand what Jason said… if you ask me, I knew he was telling the truth. Every word, every warning, every glance he gave Ronald’s body spoke louder than anything else in that room. But then again, I wanted to see the pack’s doctor—not because I doubted Jason, but because something about her didn’t sit right with me. Something off. And now I knew why. She wasn’t just the pack’s doctor.

But my father broke him free from my mother's grip. Eric was about to follow Jason when I stopped him. "Eric, return without any injury. I hope we will win the war." Eric stared at me without replying to me, which caught me off guard. What was the reason behind his stare? Then I heard his remarks. “It's a war between Jason and Adrian. Any of their deaths is inevitable.”

“Amber, you’re here already.” “I’m sorry.” I said out of courtesy, turning with hope that they were done with their business, “I know I shouldn’t have seen that.” She waved me off, “Don’t mind us. Jason and I, we just can’t can’t keep our hands off each other sometimes.” The Jason on the other hand looked redder than a ripe tomato and at Erica’s words he seemed to glare at her. Hmm, must be my eyes or maybe he just wasn’t comfortable with her sharing their personal business.

His body gave out, and he crashed hard onto the floor. “Mr. Fender!” “Somebody, help!” Chaos erupted. Just then, the door opened, and Eric burst in. He rushed to Jason’s side and helped him up with his shaking hands. “Mr. Fender, please, calm down!” Jason’s vision swam with pain, but when he heard the familiar voice, he grabbed the man immediately. “Yvonne...” Eric saw his bloodshot eyes and could not stop the tightness rising in his throat. “Mr. Fender... Please do not move. Your leg...”

Then, with uncharacteristic frankness, he added, "You know Eric and I don’t exactly see eye to eye." I did know. Eric and Jason’s rivalry was an open secret. Eric often felt I valued Jason’s input more than his, which wasn’t entirely wrong. Jason had been with me long before Eric joined the company, and his approach was always grounded and results-oriented. I didn’t favour him—I trusted him. "All right," I said finally. "I guess we have to proceed without him." "Yes, Mr. Blackwind, I believe that’s the only option," Jason said, his tone crisp.