Chapter 1:

Besides for a oneshot on Sophie-Anne, this is my first Southern Vampire Mysteries fic, and I hope you enjoy!

I recommend reading misswhiteblack's story, Dead in Flames, because it is the only SVM story I have read and it is AWESOME!

I don't own anything; that is all Charlaine Harris'!

Ummm… I guess it is set after the 9th book, with the crazy fairies… I just finished reading the series! However, in my version, Pam is at the hospital with them…


Summary: when one of the many near death experiences Sookie has comes around, Eric has had enough; he loves her and wants her forever, damn her wishes. Will he live to regret this decision to not save her humanity or not? And just what will she be… after all, she ispart-fae and telepathic!


Eric's POV:

She is dying. I know that; I can feel it within me from the blood bond we share. I can tell without a doubt that her time on this earth is limited, without immediate reaction from me. I know that I have two choices, one which will make her happy and keep her alive as a human, the other (the one I know I prefer) which ends this life and turns her into a vampire. I just hope that, if this is the choice I take, she will remain with me as my wife rather than disappearing – the lack of vampire-vampire relationships makes this rather unsure. Being unsure is something I always detest, as the entire situation with Victor and Felipe has shown to me, but it is relevant in this case.

I hold my lover, my wife, close to me and lick one of the oozing wounds on her face to help the limited blood in her body continue to circulate… it is so delicious, it is perfect, and I wish that I could be taking her blood in much more pleasant circumstances. She cannot have long left, the same as the Were and then Bill (who would uncomplicate the situation so much if he could just die and leave me with Sookie) who was most unfortunately poisoned by the fairy before he killed her.

"Eric, you understand that Sookie is dying and requires your blood in order to survive?" Pam says to me in her usual flippant tone. I know, somewhere, she does care for Sookie – she calls her "her favourite breather" – but nowhere near as much as I do. I have contemplated turning her into a vampire many a time – since the first time I had to save her, in fact – but the knowledge that she didn't want it made me stop. Yet, here, I could claim ignorance and pretend that she was near dead and that was the only way to ensure she would survive. Yes… I cannot give up an extraordinary amount of blood, since I am still weak with the after effects of the silver chains, but she is capable of being turned by me… I want her so much; I want her to be a vampire.

"I'm going to turn her," I say slowly, not looking up from Sookie's immobile face, so badly injured from her torment, to analyse Pam's reaction. However, I feel that the sharp intake of breath (a shock, since Pam usually deigns to not breathe… well, as little as possible) is more than adequate enough to display her reaction.

"But… but she didn't want that," her angelic voice responds adamantly, vehemently attempting to support Sookie from her comatose state. "More than that, Eric, you are still weak from the silver. It is in neither of your interests to attempt such a futile thing!" she finishes, moving over to stand on the other side of the injured girl. I look up to meet her strong gaze, her utter belief that this is what she should do shining through her sapphire blue eyes as she looks at me.

"I am strong enough for this," I contradict her as I know this to be the truth. I am not Pam; I am so much older than her and she does not know the feeling of power that runs through my veins every single second of every single day – even when I have been weakened.

She doesn't know what it is like to be in love, as I am. She has never felt the pain I am feeling now, as I feel my Sookie suffer with the pain of dying.

"Just think of what your wife would want," she urges me, trying to make me reconsider something. If it was someone other than Pam, they would have already been dead for trying to make me change my mind – when I make a decision, I stick to it.

"Would she rather run the risk of dying or being a vampire?" I rhetorically ask. "Would you rather the spark that is in her would disappear entirely, so that she dies? Or would you even rather that she was taken from me, taken from her home, as she most certainly will be by Victor, tied to me or not? The only way that that is preventable is if she is a vampire. Pam, you have to understand," I try to explain the inner anguish within me, the knowledge that Victor is not a good person and that he will do anything to discredit me and ensure I lose my Sookie.

She relents; I can see it in her eyes, her facial expression… I see she does want this for Sookie; she wants her to be her friend without the effort of having to stop herself from killing her.

"What do you want me to do?" she asks reluctantly, breaking the silence which spread around the room for the past few minutes as she gathered her thoughts. Clancy looks up from Bill's bedside and the Were attempts to make a noise of protest, but he gives up with the fact he is too weak.

"You need to help me get her from here before the fairies come – Breandan will know she is here sooner or later, and when she is turning she will be a weak spot for him to attack Niall," I respond instantly, standing up beside my Sookie.

"You cannot turn her… that was against her wishes," Bill, in a cracked voice, whispers.

"She is dying and this is the only real way of saving her from Victor and Felipe," I tell him harshly, looking him in the face. "I know you love her… it is unfortunate, since you are the third part. Yet we are married and with a blood bond, so I am the one who knows the situation, not you," I just about manage to continue as a wave of pain hits me from Sookie. I realise that it is an after effect of Pam lifting her up into her arms effortlessly.

"Then go and do it… we shall hold off the fairies, with Niall when he gets here," Bill grudgingly agrees and I give him a nod of thanks. We shall never be friends – Sookie has meant that, bless her – but I know that I respect him and value him as an asset. If he were to die… it would simplify my life but it would also mean I lose someone who could help me fight against Victor and regain control of Louisiana – if only for the memory of Sophie-Anne.

I assist Pam with my wife, rushing with her out of the hospital in the middle of nowhere, and bundle her into the back seat of the car. Pam climbs into the driver's seat whilst I sit in the back, cradling the head of my Sookie, my lover, in my lap. I stroke back her soft blonde hair softly and smile as I realise that this perfect hair shall be preserved forever – the turn will heal all these abrasions on her body from her suffering and, unless she is a master at masking it, she is not on any drugs so shall not be crazy like Bubba.

Within what seems like seconds, we are at my home in Shrevport. Sookie is lifted out of the car like a ragdoll, her head flopping backwards as the evidence that she doesn't have long left at all.

Once inside, Pam lays her on my sofa and smiles at the sight of the soon to be vampire. Why she is smiling so widely I do not know… I presume that she didn't really believe in what she was arguing earlier, that she only wanted to present Sookie's views on the matter without showing her own. I can only, however, presume this. I cannot say anything definitive because it is not my place, not at all.

My fangs sink down as I lift her head – oh, her beauty! – and sink my fangs in. there isn't a need to take much blood because she has lost so much, but she will need mine. So once I have taken just enough, I retract myself from her and sink the bloody fangs into my own wrist.

Manipulating her throat slightly so that the blood slides down it rather than lingering, I force ounce after ounce of the sludgy substance down into her body, reopening the wound several times in order to accomplish this. Once I begin to feel weak, I remove this wrist and simply stare at her before Pam offers me her wrist. I take it with thanks and begin to take some of her blood to replenish myself, to both replace the blood lost here and from the silver chains. Once finished, I release her arm and simply stare at Sookie, wondering what vampirism will bring her.

"Dawn is coming… she needs to be put in one of the guest coffins, and quickly," she informs me softly after what seems like an age and a second at the same time. I start, realising that I have been sat here for much longer than I thought, the world blocked out entirely.

"Has there been any news on the fairies?" I ask anxiously, wondering just how I could have been so unobservant.

She rolls her eyes but smiles and nods. "Yes, the 'baddie' is dead, according to Bill, and we should be having a party," her sarcastic tone indicates that she doesn't follow the words that she has relayed, something I am thankful for. After all, if she felt that, then it would be rather against what I have just done.

I reach out to touch the cheek of my lover softly, noting that the skin has already began to harden – infinitesimally, but it has begun. She shall be complete in only two days.

"She can sleep in my bed with me," I say firmly, knowing that this is what I want – I want to be close to her, when I have done this to her. I never want her to leave me again, and she can live here, with me. We can sell her old house, or she can keep it for sentimental purposes, and live happily as the couple she is just accepting we are.

"Whatever," Pam sounds bored – then again, that is her nature. "I suppose you can carry her up yourself? I'm going home… I'll come over tomorrow, at sunset," she calls over her shoulder as she walks towards the door and through it.

"We shall, shan't we, Sookie?" I murmur softly, cradling her to my chest. Carefully, as to not hurt her (she has already healed remarkably!), I lift her up and zoom up the stairs to my room to place her gently on the black satin sheets – the real deal. There is nothing second best or fake in this house – my love for her is real, as is everything else.

"Goodnight, my lover," I reach over and press my lips softly to hers before wrapping her into my arms as I fall to sleep.

I have turned her… just what will she be? Will she love me still? Will she want me?

Oh, these are questions for after a nice sleep. A sleep which, for the first time, I can enjoy with my lover. Oh, this is a nice night, after all!


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Vicky xx