Title: Made

Author's Note: I am starting this fic off as rated T, but it will eventually be M. When it becomes M, I will obviously change the rating, and I will also inform in the A/N. This fic is set after episode 302 Beautifully Broken. Enjoy~!

Made - Chapter 1

Eric slammed Sookie hard against the side of her house. "Let me in. Now."

Sookie saw his fangs gleaming in the moonlight. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her eyes were wide with fear. "Won't you please come in, Mr. Northman?"

He grabbed Sookie's arm with his cold hand and dragged her into her house behind him. He could smell werewolves in her house; perhaps three or four. Eric grinned widely at the prospect of a battle, much like an excited child in a candy shop would. Sookie frantically searched in her purse for the pistol that Terry had lent her. When her fingertips touched the cool metal, she held her breath and swallowed her fear. She extended her arms in front of her and her fingertip was positioned to pull the trigger.

The first werewolf emerged from the darkness and growled.

Eric showed the wolf his long fangs and he screamed before he charged. He felt the werewolf's teeth sink into his arm, but Eric swiftly moved to break the wolf's neck. The wolf dropped lifeless to the floor with a heavy thud.

"There are more," Eric hissed at Sookie.

Sookie was surprised to see that Eric was still smiling. She didn't see the fun in getting attacked by a werewolf. "How do you know?" she asked him, still holding onto the pistol firmly.

"I can smell them. You better be ready to use that," he told her simply with raised brows. Sookie was intriguing with a gun in her hands. "You might have to."

Part of him hoped she would, simply for the thrill of a good fight.

Sookie nodded and gripped the gun a little tighter. They were silent for several moments; all Sookie could hear was her heavy breathing and her beating heart. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement. "Werewolf!" she shouted to Eric, turning on her heel and she fired the gun at it. She heard the dog yelp and stagger, but it wasn't dead. She shot her gun twice more until it breathed its last and fell to the ground.

When she turned back to Eric, he was smiling at her. He looked impressed. "I guess you do know how to handle that gun."

Sookie flashed him a small grin, but Eric didn't grin back. He saw two werewolves charging toward Sookie from behind. Eric quickly moved to push her out of the way and jumped on top of one of the wolves. He sunk his teeth deep into the wolf's neck and ripped off a large chunk of fur. Thick red blood ran freely from his mouth and he bit the wolf again, biting further down into the wound and tore off a bloody hunk of muscle that he spat out to the floor. The wolf clawed his chest sharply and sunk its teeth into Eric's cold flesh. Without missing a beat from the pain, Eric latched his teeth once more onto the wolf and his fangs pierced deep enough to kill.

He stilled. He didn't hear Sookie. He only heard what sounded like a dog gnawing playfully at a bone.

He turned his head to look over his shoulder. Sookie had bite wounds all over her body, her clothes were stained with dark red blood, she wasn't moving and the gun was on the floor about five feet from her hand. The wolf was feasting off her flesh. Eric was at the werewolf in less than a second and threw it against the wall with all his strength. The impact made the wall crack. Before the wolf could fall to the floor, Eric had it in his hands. He stabbed his fangs into the wolf numerous times. Blood flew from the struggling wolf and ran from his mouth down his neck and torso. Eric didn't stop until he no longer felt the werewolf's pulse in his blood.

He was at Sookie's side instantly. Eric's first thought was to get Sookie to drink his blood, but she was unconscious and her state was too severe that Eric worried that she would not even survive the time it took for his blood to heal her.

Eric had two options: he could let her die, or he could change her.

He couldn't let her die; he swore to himself that he'd keep her alive. Even if it came to this.

Eric gingerly turned Sookie's head to the side and pushed away her hair to expose her bare neck. He sank his fangs into her skin and sucked up her blood. She tasted so sweet, different than any other blood he ever had on his tongue. All this time he had known her, he had longed to taste her. Now, he would be her Maker. His mouth curled up into a small smile as he drained her of all her blood. Eric pulled back from her neck, sunk his own teeth into his wrist, opened her mouth and smeared his bleeding wound across her tongue. He kept his wrist in her mouth until it healed completely and bled no more.

Scooping her up in his arms, Eric took Sookie out to her backyard. He placed her down on the grass lightly and scanned her back porch for gardening tools. Spotting a large, dirty shovel, Eric ran to grab it and was back to Sookie's still body in no time. He stabbed the point of the shovel into the earth and dug up the dirt. Eric worked fast, not stopping until he was standing in a pit that sunk into the ground several feet.

Eric reached up for Sookie and placed her down in the dirt. He looked up at the pile and wondered curiously how he would bury them. When he didn't come up with any ideas, he focused and uttered, "Pam!"

He crossed his arms over his chest and waited for her to come, responding to his call. In under ten minutes, he heard the rustling of Pam moving quickly through the night. He saw Pam's bright pink stilettos right by the big pile of earth. "What took you so long?"

Pam pursed her glossy lips together. "I was in Shreveport," she explained to him dully. "Besides, I wasn't longer than a few minutes. You try running across part of the state in pumps." Pam peered into the pit that Eric was standing in and saw a beat up female body. She didn't have to ask him what he was doing; in fact, she was kind of excited. Pam marveled at the idea of a new vampire. "Who's that?"

Eric peered back over his shoulder and grinned. "Can't you tell? That's Sookie."

"What?" she said incredulously. Pam got up on her tip toes, trying to catch a glimpse at Sookie's face to see if it was really her. "How did you talk her into it?"

"She would have died had I not," Eric told her quickly. He wouldn't have minded telling her the story about how he finally got to taste Sookie Stackhouse, but they didn't have all night to chitchat. "I called you here to bury us."

Pam raised one of her perfectly manicured brows at him. Eric gave her a pointed look as if to say that his word was final. Eric laid down in the pit neck to Sookie's motionless body. "Ready," he called out of the ground to Pam.

Obeying orders, Pam grabbed the shovel, scooped up some dirt and tossed it on her Maker and his new vampire.

. . .

Eric woke when the sun had set. He quickly dug himself up from the earth and dusted the dirt off his clothing and out of his hair. Eric crossed his arms over his chest and waited for Sookie to rise up from the ground to her new life.

He heard a strange sound from below his feet and saw the dirt start to bubble up as Sookie clawed her way up and out of the pit. Mud was plastered to her now pale skin; so much had accumulated in her hair that she no longer looked blond. When she shook herself off, dirt fell freely from her body onto the grass. Eric assumed that Sookie would wake up hungry, like every new vampire does, but he was wrong.

Sookie was livid.

"Why was I in the ground, Eric?" she shouted at him as she ran her hands through her hair to remove more dirt.

"I put you there," Eric told her simply with a grin. He was fairly certain she didn't even know yet.

"Why did you try and kill me?" Sookie demanded.

"You're already dead, Sookie," he explained, trying not to laugh. Ever since he first laid eyes on Sookie, he concluded that she would make a great vampire. He desired to change her himself, to be her Maker. It delighted him to see Sookie in front of him with no beating heart nor no need to breathe, and knowing that he made her.

He did. Not Bill. Him.

"What are you saying, Eric?" Sookie asked him with a pained expression on her face. "What happened?"

Eric stuffed his hands in his pockets. "You were attacked last night," he started, wondering how much Sookie remembered, if anything. "By a werewolf. There were four of them. A wolf nearly killed you, and by the time I got to you, I either had to change you or let you die."

Sookie looked like she was about to cry. Eric really hoped she'd hold back her tears. "Why didn't you just let me die, then?"

He didn't think that she would be asking him this. "Because I couldn't just let you die."

"Well, I wish you had."

Eric rolled his eyes. He didn't understand Sookie; if faced with death or life as a vampire, why would anyone chose to die? "Well, there isn't much we can do now. What's done is done," he told her flatly. He pulled a small stainless steel knife from his pocket and slit his wrist. He held his bleeding arm out to Sookie. "You have to drink from me."

"Why?" Sookie asked, not moving an inch.

"You just have to," Eric said, stepping closer to her.

"Well, I'm not going to."

Eric wanted to shove his wrist into her mouth again, but he knew this time, she had to be willing or the transformation would not be complete. "If you don't drink from me then you will die and you will never be able to see your precious Bill again."

He could tell that Sookie was thinking over her options.

Finally, she grabbed Eric's arm and latched on to suck his blood. When he felt Sookie's cool lips against his skin, the suction of her mouth, and the blood leave his body and into hers, he sighed contently and twirled her dirty hair around one of his long fingers.

After a couple of minutes, he pulled his wrist from Sookie's mouth. He enjoyed seeing his blood dripping down Sookie's chin. "The transformation is complete," he informed her in a soft whisper. "We should probably go feed now."

Sookie wiped Eric's blood from her chin and licked it off her fingertips. "Feed?"

"Yes, I am sure you're hungry and you drank a lot of my blood, so I should feed as well."

Sookie flushed bright red. "So, we're going to go buy some Tru Bloods? The Grabbit Kwik sells some, or we can always go to Merlotte's." Sookie had to admit: she was hungry. She wanted to feel sad about being a vampire. She wanted to kill Eric for turning her. But the ache all over her body for blood distracted her from any other emotion right now.

"Um, no. I refuse to drink that, nor will you. At least, for now." Eric told her in a deadpan tone. "Let's go inside your house. You need to clean up before we feed. You're a mess."

"But I'm hungry," Sookie protested, following after Eric as if she was his loyal pup. "And you're dirty, too."

"Are you suggesting that I should join you in the shower?" Eric asked her with a wide grin. "Because that can be arranged."

"I am absolutely not suggesting that!" Sookie nearly shrieked at him before she quickly ran into the house and into the nearest bathroom. Before she shut the door, she heard Eric call out to her, "Make it quick, or I might have to come in after you."

. . .

"I am not going to feed on anyone from Bon Temps," Sookie informed him as they left her house. Her hair was clean and done up in a loose bun, makeup on to accentuate her lovely features, and she wore a tight white dress and heels.

She was going to regret wearing white, Eric thought. The first feed is always messy. "Don't worry. I wasn't planning on feeding on someone from this town."

"Then where are we going?" Sookie asked, no longer having to struggle as much to keep up with Eric.

"We're not going anywhere. I have someone waiting for us."

"Who?" Sookie asked with wide eyes, either from curiosity or hunger. Perhaps both.

"I have no idea. Some guy. Certainly not one you know. He's from Arkansas," Eric explained to Sookie as he led her to the graveyard that was in between her house and Bill's.

Sookie noticed where they were headed. She felt a tight pain in her stomach that wasn't only from being hungry. "Where are you keeping him?"

"In Bill's house, of course. I had no where else to put him," Eric explained in his deep, soft voice. "I texted Pam while I was waiting for you to wake up to put him there for us. Pam glamored him, but he's also tied up just in case."

The two of them arrived at Bill's house and walked in. The house looked just as Sookie remembered it. She couldn't remember when she was last here with Bill; it seemed like ages ago. The last time Sookie was here – when she was still a human – Jessica was here.

Jessica.

"Is Jessica here?" Sookie asked hopefully. It would be nice to see a familiar face other than Eric's. She also wondered idly if Jessica would be excited to see that she was a vampire now.

Eric led her to the living room where a teenaged boy was. He looked nineteen, maybe twenty. "No, Jessica is not here. I asked Pam to take Jessica with her for a while. I wanted there to actually be a human with plenty of blood to feed off of by the time we got back."

Sookie nodded, but the smell of the human's blood blocked her mind from anything else. The blood smelled thick, sweet, and made her mouth water. She imagined the red blood on her tongue, filling her mouth and running down her throat to nourish her entire body. Sookie prepared to charge for the human's neck, but just as she was about to take off running, Eric held her back.

"You have to listen to me. You can't kill him."

"I don't want to kill him! I just want to taste him!" Sookie whined, trying to wiggle out of Eric's grip, but he was far too strong.

Eric held her in place firmly. "We have to do this the right way. You have to follow my lead," he explained to her. Sookie appeared to not like that idea. He could sense her intense greed. It excited him, but he had to focus. They both did. "Don't worry. I'll still give you first bite."

At Eric's promise, Sookie stopped struggling. Eric let go of her body, but kept close to her in case she lunged for the boy's neck.

He led her to the boy who was tied down to a chair in the middle of the living room. He was young, but not a child. He had light brown hair, and looked muscular. Eric noticed that he didn't look afraid or scared; he just looked bored. Eric was glad that Pam's glamor was sufficient enough. Eric turned back to Sookie and said, "He's still glamored. See the dazed sort of look in his eyes? You don't know how to glamor yet, and you're too young to learn, so just watch me."

Sookie nodded. Her short fangs were shining brightly.

Eric knelt down next to the boy and placed his hand on the boy's shoulder. "What's your name?" he asked in a soft, calm voice.

"Tommy."

"Tommy. That's a nice name. I'm Eric, and the pretty lady behind me is named Sookie. Isn't she pretty, Tommy?" Eric asked him slowly in the same melodic voice.

"Yes, she is."

"She likes you very much," Eric told Tommy, smiling. "Do you like her?"

"I do," Tommy said ardently with a nod.

"She very much wants to kiss your neck. She likes to kiss roughly, but it won't hurt. Won't you let her kiss your neck?"

Tommy's eyes looked at Sookie. His pupils were dilated. "Please kiss my neck," he asked her weakly.

Eric kept his influence over Tommy when he turned to look back at Sookie. "You may not kill him. I will tell you when you've fed enough and you must stop. Think of something you find repulsive to stop," he explained calmly. "If you can't, then I will make you stop. You must obey me when I tell you. Do you understand?" Sookie nodded. "Feed slowly, that way it will be easier for you to stop when you must." She nodded again. "You may feed now."

As Sookie approached Tommy slowly, Eric made sure to keep him glamored so he would not scream, and also to make Sookie's first feeding a positive experience. When he heard Sookie's new fangs sink into Tommy's neck, Eric's own fangs came out. He watched her closely to make sure that she was not swallowing the blood too quickly. She fed off Tommy for a couple of minutes, slowly sucking down the blood, until Eric finally announced, "Enough, Sookie. Stop now."

Think of Andy Bellefleur naked. Think of Andy Bellefleur naked, Sookie told herself.

She did not detach immediately. Instead, Sookie sucked once more on Tommy's neck, withdrew her fangs, and lapped at the blood on his neck.

When she pulled away from Tommy to face Eric, she flashed him a proud, red smile. The blood was running down her chin onto her chest and stained her white dress. "You got some blood on your dress."

"Aw, shoot!" Sookie swore.

"It's not a good idea to wear white just yet. Not for a couple more weeks," Eric told her before sinking his teeth into the opposite side of Tommy's bare neck.

A/N: In this fic, Sookie doesn't know of Tommy yet – Sam's brother.