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Continuation of 'Property of E. Northman'

Previously in my fantasy world, where Eric Northman really does exist-

Eric gave Sookie a taste at vampirism, she liked and we ended with a question where Sookie asked Eric to turn her.

In addition I realise the scene may need setting (thank you reviewer and sorry for not originally addressing this issue) Unfortunately, there is no real way I can tie this in with the books, hence it being purely fiction adapted from the characters, but for relevance sake, lets say this takes place book 9 (-ish) but Bill has a little more trouble letting go of the past and accepting the current situation…plus I hate Bill so I can do whatever I like with him. Deal with it.

(Ummmm also Claudine is so solid and hardcore she didn't die…otherwise my plot would have a few issues…)

Property of S. Stackhouse

Chapter One

Sookie was spending her ninth night at Amelia's since Eric had told her. They had eaten ice-cream, watched terrible chic flicks and painted each other's toenails so many times they were both going crazy. But it's what you do after rejection. And that was certainly what it felt like to Sookie. She had been so sure it was what he wanted, then to drop a huge bomb on her like that. Talk about a rock and a hard place. But in all honesty, she knew he was right. She knew deep down, it was what she wanted, and she should be happy he refused because of it.

If anything, it showed he cared so much that he was willing to let her go because of her needs. But then Sookie had other thoughts, that maybe he had gotten bored of her, or maybe while she was his child for that short 24 hours…maybe he didn't like it, maybe she wasn't a good child. Maybe he didn't want her and invented some ridiculous excuse as to not turn her. Argh! For the umpteenth she dropped her head into her awaiting hands and sunk down to the plush carpet of Amelia's guest room. She was so confused, and all she could do was relive his words that night.

Sookie had made up her mind, it was what she wanted, and what he wanted. All she had to do was utter the magic words and ask. She walked in, proud and slightly dripping with water from the pissing rain outside. Not that she cared.

"Eric, Turn me" she instructed, waiting for that leek of joy to pass to his lips, that overbearing lust that just meant 'I have to have you now, fuck the fact Pam is watching' She held her breath, but no such expression came.

"No" was his anti-climax reply, shooting Sookie down from the sky high she was riding.

"What? Why the hell not?" she spat, palms slamming onto his desk, drips flung from her hair with the force. He didn't even jolt, nor look up. Pam sided next to Sookie, equally as shocked by his answer.

"Eric, answer me! Why the hell won't you?"

He rose to his full height in a quick snap of her tongue. His eyes were rimmed with red lines. Pam sat, realising her sarcasm and wit would only get her sent out and she would miss the movie worthy scene about to play.

"Because…" he started. She interrupted, her anger rimming her own eyes, flowing into a different outlet, one with less violence.

"No. Don't give me some half cooked reason. You purposefully brought that vampire here to encourage me into vampirism. You have always said I'd make an excellent vampire. And I did, I proved myself last night. I know what I'm loosing. And I can accept that. Sam won't want to talk to me. I won't be able to set foot inside my own home again. I won't be able to sunbathe and I'd be swapping all my favourite food for some crappy blood substitute. But I can accept that. I have accepted that. But now! Why? Give me one good reason you won't turn me!" she half cried, the anger still lacing her vocal chords with a pitch that would have deafened dogs.

"You want children" he snapped and slammed his fist into the concrete wall. It peeled under the force, leaving a dent and chips on the carpet. His voice became softer as he repeated, it was slow and he was reigning in his well developed control. "You want children. And I can't steal that from you. I can't live with myself for taking that from you"

She was shocked to silence as the first tear fell, a glistening trail over her cheeks. Nothing compared to the drenched look she was sporting thanks to the sudden change in weather, but it meant so much to Eric. This was why he didn't want to change her. He had seen her with the other waitress's kids before, but only after rampaging vampire sex he realised it would make her so much more upset knowing she would never be a mother. No matter how long they were together, he could never father. And if he gave her what she wanted, she would never mother. And he couldn't bear being the one to take that away from her.

Sookie finally found her voice, a tiny mouse of a voice, but when conversing with vampires, they would still hear it.

"I'd give it up. Along with everything else. I don't need children."

He crouched before taking her hands in his.

"Yes Sookie, you do."

"So this is it then. It's over for us because you think I can't live without children. Eric, until I met vampires I thought sex would be impossible for me. But you changed that." He cocked a grin but it faded too fast "Besides, Pam is perfectly fine without children. You turned her."

"Pamela has never liked children" he justified as Pam sat back in her position hoping they wouldn't bring her in too far and make her miss her daily dose of operatic.

"Eric. I don't want to lose you" she whimpered, silent across the room. Her eyes flickered up to his, the red rims threatening to overflow with bloody tears. "I can't."

He kissed her lips one last time, taking the whimper of denial from her throat as she fell to the floor.

Pam took this moment to relieve Eric and lifted Sookie to the ladies room. As much as crying females scared Pam, she knew somehow Sookie was different. Not that she didn't scare her. Hell no, Pam was terrified it would turn into full blown water works. But because Sookie had a reason to be upset.

"Sookie, stop crying"

Sookie tried to reign back the tears, unsure of the best way.

"Sookie, please, just stop. Then we can talk"

Sookie sniffled and rubbed her palm into her eyes taking the tears.

"This is it isn't it?" she mumbled. "He won't turn me ever, will he?" Pam was again stuck for words, she hadn't been in the position to console sad women, and she had made sure of that for years. But she couldn't just leave her. Not Sookie.

"Oh don't you look at me like that. I'm not turning you" she snapped when Sookie's eyes turned pleading to her own. Sookie giggled a short lived laugh and managed to compose herself and stand up, pushing off the counter.

"Sorry I cried on you Pam" she muttered, still not finished with the water works. But having more control over her emotions. Pam just patted her shoulder trying to show affection. It just made Sookie laugh. "Thanks Pam" before Pam could say anything else Sookie clicked the door open and walked past the Fang bangers dancing heavily and through the door.

Sookie had held herself together on the drive home, through her shower, and even in bed not a single tear fell. The rain was still hammering against the windows but she felt nothing. Just empty, without anything. Eric was meant to be her vampire husband, joined by the knife, but what does that make them now. Divorced? Rejected? On trial separation? She had no idea. All she knew was that she felt empty. She needed someone, someone real she could talk to. Someone who would understand the supe laws and tell her what this meant. Someone for girl talk. Okay, so she had just ruled out the majority of Bon Tempts. She didn't want to stay here anyway. Not right now. Without no other thoughts than getting out on her mind, she jumped from the bed lightening fast, packed a suitcase and rushed to the door. She got into the car in nothing but a coat and her silk slip underneath.

Pam marched straight into Eric's office as soon as Sookie drove off. Hand slapped down on the desk and he looked up, extremely slowly.

"Pamela?"

"You almost had me, right up to the crocodile tears." she complimented then flickered into anger. "Why won't you turn her?" she spat, her palm slamming against the table again. It creaked under her touch but did not fall through thankfully. Eric breathed deep and wrapped his fingers around his child's lifting them off the wood. She snatched them away and put them on her hips. "Eric!" she urged when his deep breathing returned without explanation.

"She still feels for Bill!" he snapped and stood to his full height to stare down Pam. Pam was unaffected by his move she had seen it so many times she had got used to the size difference, even when she wears ridiculously high heels. "Do you think I like feeling those things she feels? She cannot control her own emotions. I will not be ruled by those either. Not when they are not for me!" he spat and took a step forward, eyes piercing Pam's. She knew better than to look away and show fear. Instead she shuffled back elegantly.

"She attacked him. She had her own anger toward him, clearly she feels nothing. Less than nothing for that snivelling piece of ash!"

"That was my anger! She felt nothing but calm and peace. She had no intention of doing anything more than fucking him right in front of me Pamela. Do NOT ask me to leave that behaviour alone!" he roared. She scoffed and walked around him to the door.

"So that's it then. You're not even going to fight for her. Just hand her over to the dick. You're pathetic." A growl rounded the room and she froze, maybe she had gone a little too far. Eric had her by the throat slammed through his shitty solid wood door and into a dint in the concrete wall. He snarled without words, letting his anger flow across the bond he had with her. He had closed off the one with Sookie after she left, making his with Pam that much stronger.

Wordlessly he dragged her down the halls and into the basement slamming the door shut. He would come back for her later. Pam should know better, she had been around him long enough. Then again the reason why he was so mad would be because she was right. He had given up fighting; if she wanted him then she would return without Bill being a part of her heart. But he did not share! Especially not with fucking Compton! He's no more than a disgrace to vampires, if he had no place with the Queen he would have been staked long ago.

Even while Sookie was temporarily turned he had managed to fuck up his life. Pam had let him into Fangtasia thought he had been asked to leave, thinking Eric would like the honour of ripping his head off. Apparently the Queen had put her foot in Eric's metaphorical door and stopped it hitting Bill on his way out. So now Bill was stationed in Louisiana to finish his database follow up work. He had escorted Bill back to his house on the Queen's orders only to smell Sookie's scent everywhere and hear Bill's statement that she had kept coming to visit him, that she was not over him and still loved him. Needless to say Eric snapped, ordering Bill off Sookie and breaking a few bones in the process of conveying his message. But when he thought back to her fighting Bill, he knew it was true, she made no moves to injure him, only keep him down. An angry vampire, a new born even more so, would have at least broken bones. And then he knew; Sookie still kept a place in her heart for the vermin named Compton.

At 3am that morning she was pulled into a gas station, embarrassed by her clothing, but thankful that the coat covered her decently. She turned on her phone, ignoring the texts from Pam, flashing like a beacon of shame. Instead she trolled through her contact list and made a phone call.

"Hello?"

Sookie blinked, Amelia seemed rather awake and happy considering it was a 3am phone call. "Hello, if this is a prank call I'll turn you all into filthy toads you little brats!" Woops.

"Hey, Sorry Amelia, not a prank call. I swear. It's Sookie" She bit her lip waiting for the greeting to be either floods of tears or anger at not having called sooner.

"Oh Sookie. I missed you, why didn't you call girl? We've been having so much fun up here." Sookie doubted it was the fun kind of fun Amelia was referring to by the clenched teeth she was speaking through. "Octavia's got a gang round for games. You know the kind I mean. Anyway, she's got bunnies jumping everywhere and there's blue ribbons shooting from the sky. Why blue? I have no idea. Didn't dare ask. But apparently it's some sort of special day for her friend and they needed a place to hang. I regret agreeing." Amelia sighed over the phone. It explained why she was up at this time. "Anyway, so…have you got a reason for ringing, or did you just miss me?" Sookie bit her lip, yet again. Why was she ringing? Really it was just an impulse. Somewhere to get out where she could talk to someone about vampire stuff without having to dumb everything down and repeat 5 times. Amelia heard the awkward silence. "Sook, you're in trouble aren't you? Okay, alright, take a deep breath and start from the beginning." Sookie did take a deep breathe, but the story was saved for when she wasn't feeling so empty.

"Amelia, do you still have the spare rooms?" On the other end of the line Amelia smiled.

"Of course, it's practically an empty hotel over here. We'd love for you to come and stay. For however long you need." She added when Sookie started up again. "And without cost. You did the same Sookie. It's only fair. Now… I'm guessing you're out of Bon tempts right now and probably stopped at a gas station to call me before you turn up at my house unannounced. So, here's what I'll do. I'll make up the bed and put the kettle on, and expect you in 25 minutes. Okay?"

Sookie was stumped for what to say other than an okay. Amelia was over the moon at the other end of the line. First she had a reason to kick the party over to another house. Second, Octavia would be less inclined to do magic around the house. Third, she would have someone to girl talk with who would have the solution of 'turn him into a cat' as payback for dumping her.