Disclaimer: I do not own True Blood or it's characters. But Erika is mine.

Chapter 1

Rome. It was beautiful, just as I had pictured. I always dreamed about coming here but not like this. I sat in the back of a cab, pulling into the driveway of very elegant house surrounded by country side. Away from the humans, it peaceful. When my maker saved my life seven years ago, she had promised that we would see the world. We had, well parts of it before she was call back to that shithole to clean house. We shared love in Paris, found art in Venice and found magic in Ireland but we never made it this far. Her maker and his family lived here, that is part of the reason I am here. For you see the shithole she lived in was some back swamp town called Bon Temp in Louisiana. Her cleaning house, involved killing some sups that had pissed off the Queen of Louisiana. Unfortunetly, some of those Sups were a lot stronger then my maker. She knew it, the Queen knew it but she had hoped that when my Maker died that I would stay with her. Thankfully, My maker took care of that already, one last command. So here I was, in Rome.

The cac pulled to a stop infront of the house, he openned the door for me, I stepped out and paid him. He nodded, thanked me and hurried off. I sighed as I walked up the door and knocked on the beautiful carved out of oak. I looked out over the sceenary around the house as I waited, pulling my hair over my shoulder to keep it out of my eyes. I heard the door open as a women sighed, "What do you want? We don't need trash."

I turned and saw a beautiful african women, this must be Tara. My maker mentioned her. I sighed. "I need to speak to Mr. Morthman. I wont be long and will leave as soon as I have said my peace."

Tara looked me up and down then called behind her, "Girl here wants to talk to Eric. Says she will be fast."

There was a laugh before a man called out, "Let her in, Tara."

Tara moved to the side, I walked in and followed her into a large room where four other vampires sat. I knew who they were from My maker's stories. The blonde who stood off to the side was Pam, she still looked mean and in need of a lay. The brunette women was Nora, she looked annoyed. Then there were the two men sitting on the couch, the tall blonde was Eric Northman, the man I was here to see. The one beside him was Godric, his Maker, My maker didn't have much on him except that he was nice, he was also beautiful. Tara had joined Pam and they all stared at me. I rolled my eye, stupid command. I pulled out a envolope and placed it on the table before Northman. I looked him in the eye. "Willa is dead."

I turned around and headed toward the door but a hand on my arm stopped me. I turned to see Tara staring confused at me to the letter. "Who are you? How do you know Willa and why would you tell us?"

I pulled my arm away form her and growled. "I didn't tell you Tara Thorton!" Tara stepped back at my words. "I told Northman because she told me to. I don't know why, all of you left her there in the shithole to suffer." I snapped. "She commanded me to tell Northman and give him that letter. She did it so that the Queen would never own me like she did her. Willa was my maker, my family!" I looked to the letter, "She loved you still, talked about you all the time. Promised that one day we would visit you but..." I shook my head and walked to the door. "The Queen killed her first." I walked out side, gasped for air that I didn't need and sat down on the steps. I closed my eyes as memory after memory flashed into my mind. I was alone, after seven years, I was alone again. My Maker, my mistress, my savior, my Willa. She was gone because the Queen was a bitch. I had nowhere to go, no home. It was a fresh start and I didn't know what to do. I stood up and began to walk down the drive way.

Suddenly I was surrounded by guards. I laughed the Queen was pushing her luck. They had guns pointed at me as one stepped forward. "You will come with us. The Queen wants you, Northman."

"Over my dead body, John." I smirked. He nodded to the men, they lunged at me. I smirked as I fought my way to John, I was the best fighter in Louisiana. No one could stop me and I proved it now as I killed every guard between me and John. Standing in front of him, I smiled. "What now John?"

"Why are you fighting, Northman?" John asked. "The Queens get everything that she wants. Just give in."

"I wouldn't let that stupid two cent whore touch me, John." I spat, he growled. "You might not care about who touches you but I like being clean."

He roared and lunged at me, I twisted, grabbing his arm, placing my foot on his side and twisted it off. He screamed and fell to the ground. "You will kneel before her, Northman."

I laughed, "Haven't you heard, John?" I smirked down at him. "Northmans don't kneel." I reached into his chest and pulled out his dead heart, he exploded on my shoes. "Great, these were my favorite." I dropped the goo in my hand, stood and dusted of my hands on my pants. Sighing I lifted my face to the sky and laughed.

"So Northman is it?" His voice rang out in the silence, I tensed as I felt them watching me. How long had they been there? What did they see and why did they follow me? "Is that the last name you chose?"

Without looking at them, I sighed, "No. It is the name she gave me because we don't know my real one. Erica Northman." I lowered my head and looked at him, "What do you want?"

"You." He stated. "To stay."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I wrote to her every week, tried to call her but could never get her number and missed her with everything in me." He stated. "You are her childe, I can't know her like I want but I can know you."

"You wrote her?" I asked, he nodded. "Where?"

"Fangtasia." Eric answered, "It was where they told me that she worked."

I closed my eyes and laughed, "She never worked there, they wouldn't let her. She worked and lived in Bon Temp Northman."

Pam laughed, "Why, the fairy needed to be saved again and her sparkly twot couldn't help."

I growled, vamped to her and gripped her throut. "If you every mention that bitch in presence again, I will kill you." I threw her away form me. "You have no idea what Louisiana has suffered because of Her. I suggest you watch your words."

Pamela sat up and rubbed her neck, "You think you can take me? You are a baby."

"Yes," I smirked. "A half vampire baby Northman. Try it Pam, I dare you."

Tara held up her hand, "Half vampire?"

I smirked, kicked off the ground and flipped pushing my wings out behind me. They flapped behind me as I looked down at them, "Half Vampire. Half angel."

Eric smiled at me, "Well Erica, will you stay here?"

I landed in front of him, "I guess I could stay." I tensed as I heard a motor, "Where you expecting company?"

"No." Eric stepped to me and the other stepped in front of us as we waited. We saw a car heading up the road followed closely by a speeding SUV. I heard a gun shot, the car's tire blew and the car swurved before it stopped and the door openned. The driver jumped out and ran toward us. Eric focused on the driver, "Jason Stackhouse?"