I am the biological child of Eric Northman, the vampire sheriff of Area 5, Louisiana. I know what you would say, 'vampires can't have children.', but my mother wasn't just any human; she was half fae on her mother's side, and had some witch blood from her father's side, too. So, due to her magical fae blood, she was able to conceive a child with a vampire.

She was a virgin when she met my father, and he was not the type of man/vampire to be in a relationship; however, my mother, like so many other women, fell for my father, Eric. He bedded her, treat her well, but lost interest after a while, something that he can't really be blamed for. Anyway, my mother left Shreveport, and moved to LA. Two months later, she found she was pregnant, and knew that the only possible father was Eric Northman. Several months afterwards, she gave birth to me.

My first three years I cannot remember, but from what I can tell, they were a happy three years with my mother. From pictures I can see that I was a pretty child, and even now, 12 years later, I am a blue eyed and blonde girl, medium height and build, with curves in all the right places.

Anyway, my mother was killed. I was three years old and at home with a babysitter when my mother was murdered by a vampire. I do not remember it, of course, but I feel pain whenever I try to remember; as if my memory is protecting me from the loss.

It was a coincidence, they believe. My mother smells great to a vampire, something I unfortunately picked up from her, and that night a vampire was hungry.

Anyway, Eric Northman heard of her death, and of her child. So, he investigated. When he saw me, and my definite European features, long blonde waves, slender little body, and icy blue eyes, I suppose he knew I was his. But, just to be sure, he had an old friend of his, Dr Ludwig, do a paternity test. However, when she tried to stick a needle into my arm that is when they knew… they knew because my fangs came through.

Yes, I have fangs, and I can drink blood, as well as human food. I can walk in the sun, and I am as strong and fast as a werewolf. I have fae powers too, enhanced by the witch's blood I carry. I can read emotions and intentions, and when I get angry, lusty, or hungry, my eyes turn a ruby-red colour. If I feel frightened, black tattoos engrave themselves into my skin. They are quite beautiful, admittedly; intricate patterns on my arms, legs and torso, like vines entwining about my frame. I also have the same power all fae have; the strange blue light that throws attackers away. Unfortunately, I can't control it very well, due to being half-vampire. I suppose the vampire blood and the fae blood don't get along so well. Dr Ludwig predicts that I am to stop aging sometime in the next few months. Then, I will be immortal, just like my father.

Anyway, back to the story… my father took me in and raised me. He taught me to fight and how to gain advantage in any situation. My sister, Pam, says I am so much like Eric that it scares her. Like father, like daughter, I suppose. Although he fakes that he doesn't love, I know he loves me, and Pam. We, as well as his maker, are his only weaknesses.

Now, at 15, I am driving (with my fake driver's licence) to Merlotte's bar and grill. I had been there a few times previously, and had met the object of Eric's current desire; Sookie Stackhouse. She too has some fae blood, but not very much. She doesn't know that, though, I don't think. Father does.

The reason for my driving there now is that his maker, Godric, was in Louisiana. I had not yet met Godric, but father had told him about me. He, Eric, and Sookie were waiting for me at the bar.

When I pulled up, it was around eight thirty in the evening. I waltzed in and all heads turned my way. I smiled and made my way to the bar, ordered a beer (also, illegally, not that anyone questioned me) and turned to see my father sat at a booth smirking at me, Sookie sitting across from them, shaking her head at my 'irresponsibility' as she liked to call it. But, the person that caught my attention was the one sat beside my father. Godric.

He looked to be around seventeen, and was absolutely gorgeous. My father has trained me to keep my face in check, and I stayed expressionless while looking over the vampire. His short brown curls were just asking to be touched, his definite European features made his face beautiful and exotic, with green eyes to contrast against the paleness of his skin. He had pretty bow shaped lips, a masculine shade of pink, and lowering my eyes I could see the tribal tattoos he wore.

I looked to my father and he wore a questioning face; but it was directed at his maker. It was then that I noticed the intense stare I was receiving from Godric, who looked, honestly, like he had just seen sunlight, and found it did not burn. I giggled at the thought, making eyes snap to me.

By now, the locals had gotten over my presence and most had gone back to whatever they were previously doing; though some peered at me from the corner of their eyes, most of them male. I would admit that I am fairly beautiful, as both of my parents had been, and being a teen, my fashion sense was quite provocative, but not so much that I dressed like a whore. Tonight, I was wearing a blood red, cotton tank top, black short-shorts, and black, laced up army boots. Around my neck, I wore a circular pendent and a hawk-claw necklace that my father had given me, resting just below my ample breasts. I never wore much makeup, but tonight I was wearing some eyeliner, and a little mascara, thickening out my lashes, which were already, surprisingly, dark. My blonde hair fell down my back, brushed into silky waves.

I shrugged and downed my beer, grabbing another one, before heading over to the table and sitting beside Sookie, who still happened to be shaking her head at me.

I looked into my father's amused, but confused eyes, ''Eric.'' I said simply. I never called him father in public, knowing it would attract too much attention. He simply smirked and raised his true blood at me, ''Freyja.'' He said before downing his drink, making me laugh.

He smiled back, before getting down to the formalities, ''Dear Freyja, meet my maker, Godric.'' He said, and then turned to his maker, smiling, ''Godric, meet my Freyja.'' He had wanted to introduce me as his daughter, I could tell, but he could not in the bar. Not that it mattered, Godric knew of the relation.

I smiled at him brightly, letting my pearly white teeth show, ''A pleasure, Godric.'' He smiled and nodded his head, ''I am sorry we could not have met sooner, Freyja.'' His voice was lovely; beautiful, and yet manly. He still did not turn his stare from me and it made me slightly uncomfortable, not that I showed it, so I read his emotions. He was feeling awe and wonder, some lust too, as well as something else I couldn't decipher. His intentions were all good.

I was surprised that he was attracted to me, but put it down to my scent and looks. I couldn't deny that I was attracted to him too, there was just a pull I felt towards him, and I wondered if he felt it too.

I turned to Eric, ''why are we here?'' Sookie was the one to answer, ''we are waiting for Bill, and I just finished my shift.'' Ugh. My nose wrinkled at the mention of Bill and father laughed. Even Godric's lips curved slightly. Sookie was slightly pissed, ''why do you hate him so much?'' she asked. I sighed.

''I will tell you when he is not eavesdropping from outside.'' I said. Bill walked in then, looking guilty, but feeling caught. Ass. Godric smirked, as did my father, ''Eavesdropping, are we, Billy?'' Eric taunted him. I giggled, and stood to go to the kitchens and speak to Lafayette. When I got there he smiled sexily, ''Woah, sugar momma, you lookin' hot tonight. Just like every night, baby. Want me to fix you up your usual?'' he asked and I smiled and nodded in return, ''thank you Lafayette.'' I said and walked back to the table to see Bill sat in my place. I shrugged and grabbed a chair, narrowly avoiding a drunken hillbilly trying to grab my ass. I hissed at him and placed the chair at the table, next to father. Sitting down, I saw my drink was gone. My eyes narrowed at Sookie, whose emotions betrayed the fact that she had taken my drink from the table. ''Sookie, darling.'' I drawled slowly. She looked uncomfortable and finally passed me the drink. ''I don't like you drinking, you aren't even legal yet.'' I rolled my eyes, ''look about the bar. Does anyone here look like they give a fuck to you? No.'' I said and snatched my drink back. Father chuckled at my attitude.

''Alcohol helps the bloodlust and it isn't as though it harms her body anyway. Would you rather she drank that, or you?'' Eric explained. Godric was still watching me, with even more interest. Bill growled lowly at the talk off drinking Sookie and I giggled at him. ''Shut up, Bill.'' I said simply, causing him to glare at me.

Sookie got uncomfortable again, ''don't, Bill. Remember last time?'' this made Bill look away, fear in his eyes. I wanted so badly to laugh but I didn't bother, knowing it would only cause trouble. ''Okay, so Billy Boy is here. Now why am I sat in a crappy bar, in a crappy town, drinking crappy beer?'' I asked, boredom in my tone, ''and why doesn't pam have to do this too?'' I complained. Yes, I may be immortal, but I am still a teenager. Eric chuckled, ''because, o' adolescent child, she is looking after the bar while we do business. And I promise after this we can go home and do whatever.'' I sighed but nodded.

Then Godric spoke, ''I have left my position as Sheriff in Dallas and I will be staying with you both here. If, of course, you are okay with that?'' he said looking at me. I smiled and nodded. Eric said, ''you are always welcome with us, master.'' Godric smiled at his child and then looked at me as I spoke. #''so… why does the boy have to be here?'' I asked glancing at Bill and tipping my head towards him. Eric's booming laugh startled Sookie and made me laugh along with him. When I calmed, Lafayette brought out my food; chicken strips and fries. I smiled at him and said my thanks. He nodded, ''anything for you, honey child.''

As I ate, father answered my question, ''because as Sookie's master, he needs to know in order to accept to let us still borrow Sookie's gift even with the change.'' I nodded and continued eating. Sookie was pissed, ''No one is my master!'' she yelled, practically turning red. I answered, ''but that is the way most supernaturals would see it, seeing as you are mostly human, and he is a vampire. Even if we know that Billy Boy is completely whipped by you, others do not. And so, publically, he is your master.'' Eric chuckled my words, knowing that my insight was due to his teachings. Godric was both amused and interested. There was still that feeling that I couldn't work out, and I knew it was going to bug me. Sookie calmed down at the logic but both her and Bill were pissed that I had said he was 'whipped' by her. But it was so true. I finished my food and downed my drink.

''so, can we go now? And if you guys didn't drive, then my car is in the lot. I'm driving.'' I said. Sookie opened her mouth to protest to my driving, but was silenced by Eric. ''Yes we can, and we both flew.'' I nodded and got up, shouting a goodbye to Lafayette. I turned back, ''Bye, Billy Boy. Later, Sookie, hope you find a better lover before the next time we meet.'' I said and winked at Sookie. Bill was going to growl, but a warning glare from, surprisingly, Godric shut him up.

We left out of the door and I led them to my car. Getting in the front seat, both vampires climbed in the back and I set off to Shreveport. Every now and then I noticed father glancing from Godric to me. From this I could tell that he had noticed Godric's strong emotions towards me too. Godric seemed oblivious to the looks and stared out of the window for the entire drive, occasionally glancing in my direction.

When we got home, the night was spent talking, catching up on the past few decades, and telling stories from the past. When the vampires went to ground I bid each of them good morning and went to my room to sleep.

I slept all day and woke around an hour after sunset. I decided to bathe before I started the night. I undressed in my beautifully decorated room, thanks to Pam, and then made my way, naked, into the bathroom. I turned on the taps and added vanilla oil to the water to create scented bubbles. As I turned to put the bottle back, I saw myself in the full length mirror and for the first time, I realised I was no longer a girl. Now, I was a woman. I had perfect curves and perky, round breasts that were a little more than a handful. Lowering my gaze, I saw the neatly kept blonde curls that resided between my thighs. My legs were perfectly smooth, as were my underarms and I had never needed to shave them, unlike human teens.

I grabbed my hairbrush and lowered myself into the bath, stopping the water just before it reached my breasts. I leaned back against the tub and lifted my legs out of the water, to rest on the cold side of the tub. Singing a soft melody quietly to myself, I closed my eyes and began brushing out my soft wavy hair. I felt a presence in the room with me as I did so, but knowing it was Godric, I made no move to stop what I was doing. I didn't know why I was so comfortable around him naked, as I was a virgin, but it felt natural and right. The pull I felt for him increased and, knowing his eyes were roaming my body, I felt arousal burn slightly between my thighs.

I stopped brushing my hair and put the brush on the side of the bath. I opened my eyes to find Godric, his green eyes wide, as he stared at me. ''where is my father?'' I asked, only curiosity in my tone. His eyes snapped up to mine and he was ashamed, but seemed unable to move, ''h-he went to the club, to see Pamela.'' I raised a brow at this. I knew how old Godric was and I was beyond shocked to know that I could make him stutter. This only made me more confident, ''so why are you in here, while I bathe?'' I asked, my voice slightly husky, but flowing thickly with seductive charm. I heard his fangs click, ''I am sorry. I came to speak with you but… when I saw you, I could not leave.'' This made me want to smile, so he did feel the same pull I did. I stood from the bath, letting the moisture run down my creamy skin, drawing a growl from Godric. I stepped from the bath and closer to his rigid form. The bulge in his pants was large and hard. ''do you feel the same pull I do? What is it?'' I asked him, my voice a seductive whisper. His eyes bore into mine, ''I do. I believe… you are my mate. I need…'' his mate? Wow. I took a step closer, ''you need?'' then I took another step. My eyes turned red, and he snapped.

I gasped in delight when he grabbed me and shoved me roughly against the wall, pressing his clothed from against my wet, naked one. I moaned and this drew a soft, prolonged growl from him. My fangs clicked revealing the small sharp pairs I had; one pair on either row. Seeing these, he groaned and before I could comprehend what was happening, his lips crushed against mine in a searingly passionate kiss. I moaned delightedly, as his tongue demanded entrance to my mouth and I allowed it in. when his tongue scraped against my fangs and the rich taste of his blood assaulted me, I got an idea. I knew my blood was delicious, as I had let Pam feed from me once, under fathers watch, of course. I pricked my tongue on his fang and let my blood gush into his mouth. He growled in pleasure at the taste and I moaned. I broke the kiss and, seeing his darkened eyes, burning with lust, I let out an unsteady breath. He looked down at my wet from pushed roughly against the wall and I felt his anger, directed at himself. I felt guilty for seducing him and due to the tiny drop of his blood I had ingested; he felt my guilt and thought it was due to the kiss. He let me go and took a step back. Reaching behind himself, he grabbed a bathrobe, and wrapped it around my shaking form. He pulled me into his arms and carried me into his room, sitting us both on the bed.

''It is so hard to resist you. My body calls for yours. My heart calls for yours. My soul calls for yours. We met 2 hours ago, and you have become the centre of my existence. I believe you are my mate. But I feel bad for needing you to be mine. You are my child's daughter. You are only a girl, and you are a virgin.'' He said, pouring his heart out to me and making me feel about to cry.

I looked into his eyes and said, ''I need you too. It is as though my body was made to be yours and my heart and soul beg me to give myself to you. I feel at home in your arms, like everything is right. If my father would want anyone to have his daughter, I believe it would be you. You mean so much to him and I think he would understand; after all, who are we to interfere with fate? If we are mates, then it was supposed to be this way and there is nothing that can be done to avoid this. I am a virgin, mostly because my father would rip any human boy that came near me to shreds, but also because I have never wanted anyone like that, until now.'' I pushed him back on the bed and straddled him, ''and do I look like just a girl to you?'' I asked opening the robe and dropping it to pool around my waist. His fangs clicked out and mine joined his when he flipped us over and pushed against me, grinding his manhood into my virgin entrance. He was fully clothed and I felt at a disadvantage. ''Please.'' I moaned, reaching to rip off his shirt.

He grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head. ''no. no, we can't. Not tonight, my love.'' I pouted, knowing that he needed this as much as I did. ''we must wait until you are ready. This is not the right time to do this, dear one.'' He said and got off of me, averting his eyes from my naked body. ''please do not test my control, my dear. Put on your bed clothes and we will go downstairs and find something to do.'' He said, and left the room. I could feel his reluctance to leave, his body, heart, and soul telling him to go back and claim his mate.