A/N: Bonjour! A new Eric story, da-da! I randomly came up with this. And I know they're doing a memory thing in Season 4 but I still want to do this :) Enjoy ;D Also, this is named after the song by King Britt that was actually in True Blood, and I love that song :D And so the song will be mentioned ;D

New World In My View – Prologue

"As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport."
- William Shakespeare

...that same Kingdom, that Jesus was talking to his disciples about…

My eyes fluttered open as a man crouched in front of me, using his hand to lift my head and turn it from side to side. He shook me by my shoulders. I grimaced from the pain from the silver chains and I hated his scent. This human smelled revolting, like sweat and alcohol mixed together. Slowly I tried to focus on the rainbow of colors around me, trying to decipher shapes and understand where I was. Instead, a better question came to mind.

Who was I?

This man had slicked back black hair that was pretty greasy, rolling my head forward so I'd meet his bright green eyes. I realized quite suddenly that he was talking to me in a slow voice, dragging out each word as if he thought I was stupid.

"Thanks for the blood, kid," he snickered.

He pulled on my silver chains wrapped around my stomach, making me scream in pain. Ouch, that was a painful experience. You're welcome random stranger, for stealing my blood. My fangs came out naturally without my control. The man stepped back a little, looking warily at my fangs. He knew I couldn't do anything, not with silver around me. Doesn't mean his nerves were any better.

"Where am I?...Who am I?" I whispered, my throat sore. How long had I been here?

In the corner of the dimly lit room, I could see two small plastic bags filled with my own blood. I knew it was mine. I could smell it from here. The man in front of me let out such a loud whoop that it scared me. I jumped, wincing when the chains around my wrist cut into me even more. He jumped up suddenly, grinning and putting his hands on his face as he laughed.

A man came in, with bright ginger red hair. He eyed this crazy man in front of me with a small smile. "Lou, what the Hell is wrong with you dude?"

'Lou' seemed a little too old to be called dude. He was middle-aged, I knew that. He had some vulgar tattoos of woman in rude poses all along his arm. How classy of you, Lou. I groaned as the silver cut into me. The concrete wall behind me was the only thing keeping me up. I tried not to fall asleep, though it was very difficult.

I was noticing the room as Lou jumped for joy – not literally, of course. It was a plain rectangle apartment I think. The walls were a bland white, with dirty furniture and marking covering the wooden floors. There was one door, and one window covered with closed blinds.

"She can't remember a thing Rick! Not one f**king thing!" Lou yelled, laughing. "She won't remember any of it, not the rituals or anything! Meg was right, man. If we drain her, she dies and that's it right? The werewolves won't be after us anymore. Our debt is paid!"

As soon as I die. Great. Freaking great, I have no idea who I am, and I have limited time to find out.

Rick walked up to me with wide brown eyes. He looked shocked, but slightly curious too. "Ruby? Do you know who you are?"

Ruby. Was this my name? I didn't feel like a Ruby. I didn't feel like anything, only confused and hurt. My throat was burning. I knew when I woke up that I was a vampire, but everything else after that is a mystery. I was scared, too. I didn't like that feeling. When I didn't answer, Rick was grinning too. These men were apparently delighted with my memory lapse.

"Amnesia, ain't that what it's called?" Lou asked. Rick nodded.

"Shit man, Meg wasn't kidding. They really did wipe her clean."

"She's probably got another hour or two before it's over," Lou murmured, glancing at me. He spoke of my ominous death like it was as simple as the weather. "Keeping her awake has been a bitch."

"You know vampires get the Bleeds. They need to sleep during the day, and keeping them awake is near impossible."

"But I did it," Lou smirked, puffing out his chest proudly.

That he had. He had slapped me once or twice, even adding more silver to my wrists just to add pain. The pain would keep me wide awake. His torture plan had worked. My brain felt fuzzy, my throat felt as if it were stuffed with cotton, and my body ached from the chains. I closed my eyes for what felt like just mere seconds, but when I opened them again, it was obvious I'd been asleep for much longer.

"The sun set around an hour ago," a voice said. It was Lou.

I couldn't even move I felt so weak. I had exhausted myself as I tried to remember what had happened before I got here. But everything was blank, all up to the point where I opened my eyes and found Lou staring. It was frustrating. Was my name really Ruby, or was that a lie?

There was some knocking on the door. I didn't react to it like the two men did. They jumped, instantly throwing a blanket over my blood bags. Lou went to the window, pulling the blinds up a little to see who was out there. My eyes drifted wearily to watch him, seeing his face pale in the orange street lights I could barely see from here. He instantly let go of the blinds, cursing. The light from outside vanished, but the knocking only got louder. There was some yelling outside too.

"Shit Rick. Shit! It's him, that f**king Fangtasia vampire!"

Fangtasia? Rick had the same pale, sickened look on his face as he looked at me and then back at the door. "What do we do?"

Lou didn't even have time to give him an answer. The door burst from its hinges, crashing to the ground with a loud thud. A blond man stood at the doorway, his fangs out. The image blurred a little. Lou was tied up, kicked aside and knocked unconscious.

Another blonde woman stepped over his body with distaste, her eyes roaming the room. When they landed on me, she looked relieved. In an instant, she was kneeling at my side, trying to pull out the needles connecting me to the blood bags that were already half-full. I looked at her with dazed eyes.

"Pam," the blond man said. He spoke in another language, so I didn't understand him. Pam frowned and nodded at him.

This lady Pam started to talk me, distracting me from the pain I think. I think that's what the man asked her to do. She looked at me and smiled a strained smile. "Godric will be pleased to hear you are alive Ruby. He's been calling every night for the last three days!"

I looked at her, bewildered now. Who was she? How did she know me? Ruby must really be my name. Rick and Lou weren't lying when they said that. They couldn't all be in on this, they weren't on the same team. I doubt the tall blond man would have grabbed Rick and held him against the wall with such aggression if they were.

"Who is Godric?" I asked curiously. Perhaps he knew more about me, and he could tell me.

Pam's jaw dropped as Lou's had done. "W-What?" she asked, her tone sharp. Pam clearly didn't like to mess around, and she probably thought I was kidding with her. She raised an eyebrow, suddenly forgetting that I still had three needles stuck in my arm.

She must have heard me incorrectly. Just a misunderstanding. "I asked who is Godric?"

Pam's hand flew to cover her open mouth as she stared at me in horror. "Oh…God… Eric!"

Eric, who was apparently the tall blond guy, looked over, still holding Rick who was squirming beneath him. He raised an eyebrow just as Pam had done. I was thoroughly confused, and I was frankly sick of it. I didn't like not knowing who I was, or what was going on. It was irritating and frustrating.

"She doesn't remember anything!"

Eric's furious eyes darted to mine. I somehow felt guilty, as if I were to blame for having amnesia. Lou had called it that. I watched Eric look hurt for a moment, before anger flooded his eyes again as he turned to look at Rick, squeezing him a little tightly. Rick's round face was turning red.

"Why doesn't she remember anything?" he growled.

"I-I don't know man I-…"

Eric shook him, slamming Rick's head against the concrete wall. He was obviously going to do very bad things to Rick unless he talked, until Pam butted in.

"Eric. Can you control yourself until we get back to Fangtasia, please?" she snapped angrily. "We have more important matters to deal with!"

She motioned towards me, finally pulling out the last needle and taking the silver off of me. The room was already filled with the horrible smell of my burning flesh, but the immense relief I felt from the freedom of having no chains around me let me ignore it. I wasn't bound to die just yet.

"Take them to the car. We need to leave as soon as we can, before the humans alert the authorities for any noise we've made. They might become suspicious. We can't take that chance, not with Ruby like this," Eric said after a moment.

They spoke of me as if I wasn't here. Eric appeared in front of me. I felt nervous of him. I wanted to pull away and run, but I wouldn't get very far. I couldn't even stand by myself. Eric seemed to sense my nervousness. His eyes softened as I flinched. My stomach still had the pattern of the silver chains on it, as did my wrists.

"We'll get you some TruBlood Ruby, it will help to heal you."

I had no idea who this man was, yet I was trusting him with my life. I stared at him with blank eyes, feeling a little less frightened. Had he wanted to kill me, he would have done it by now.

"We're going to go back to Fangtasia, in Shreveport, and find out what happened to you. Do you trust me?"

I looked out his outstretched hand. He was a vampire. Why would he want my blood? He was the only person I could trust right now. So I took his hand. He smiled at me.

"What is your name?" I asked. "Since you know my name."

"My name is Eric Northman. I am your Maker."