I have bad news, good news, then some more bad news. So I'll just tell it to you straight. (in a sandwich fashion of course)

Bad news; Hell froze over and all the demon's are un-happy

Good new; Hell froze over and I wrote a sequel

Bad news; It's only short (well it was intended to be when I started writing. Not so much now) and doesn't include a lot of Sookie/Eric smut.

Now don't pout at me…I'm upset too. Everyone inside my head is upset. There are actually imaginary tears going on here. But on the bright side… ummm, the bright side…I'm sure there's one around here somewhere…

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…ummm

Ah, yes, bright side: I'm back Baby! And Eric will always look THAT hot forever. If that doesn't cheer you up, I recommend therapy, and a good big healthy dose of it too.

Anywaysss, on with the plot. (oh, and I still own nothing. Rights go to respective owner.)

Happy reading :D

Review if it tickles your fancy, otherwise just yell at the computer screen about how terrible this is. Ta!

Property of the Northman's

Previously: Through magic Eric and Sookie were able to concieve a darling baby boy. I was mean and left alot of loose ends, including not naming the child. So here I tie off my trilogy of a mini series which I loved writing so much. Please enjoy.

Chapter One

"Time?" she whispered between heavy panting.

"Half six" he replied, tightening his arms around her and further plunging into her warmth.

"Eric" she whimpered, her nails curling in pleasure into his back. Begging for more.

"I know. I know." he spoke resigned, but without loosing the fiery roughness from his voice.

"Eric, I need you. Please." Sookie took command no longer able to survive the torment of being interrupted or not able to finish. Waking up was always hardest. They both came back to the world begging for contact. They practically leapt at each other before they could open their eyes. It was almost natural to wake mid-orgasm, but something always got in the way of the first night-time fuck. Someone more precisely.

"Sookie." he growled, feeling her muscles tighten around him, every inch of him, buried to the hilt, smothered in her heat. She gasped, all train of thought lost replaced by the god between her thighs pounding again and again against her delicate core. Her head fell forward, the blonde curls tumbling down, spilling across his chiselled chest. No longer did he feel cold, in fact it was the complete opposite. Like playing with fire. Seductive, dangerous, smothering flames that licked at her every inch, teased her every thoughts, and compelled her every action. The tender slow pace was long gone replaced by the dark savage thunder he held only for her. She cried out in pleasure his name a chanted prayer. His strong hands twined with hers, his lips pressed to hers, tongues battling for dominance she still held. Her body pressed closer, for more of a taste, more of a hold, more of him. She could feel everything rise inside her, the pleasure building and building, ready to burst and rip out from inside her.

"Lover." he purred and another gasp escaped her. The things he could do with his tongue still made her blush, but that single word still held the trophy for her reaction. They could be in a completely non-sexual situation and that word past his utterly kissable lips could buckle her knees, soak her panties, and leave her seconds from orgasm. A deadly weapon, a power he often abused around her. She didn't care.

"Lover. Come for me." Almost as soon as the words left him, she ripped apart, her muscles pulling him over the edge with her. Cries of passion filled the room, teeth devoured the essence inside the other, the flow of blood shooting everything higher and rolling into another golden orgasm. She collapsed across his chest, panting though she did not need the air and clinging to him though he was just as lost as she was.

"When you two are finished necking, I'll be in my room." A voice carried through the halls and Sookie immediately returned and slapped a hand across her mouth. Eric chuckled and wrapped his fingers around hers freeing her mouth for his own to claim. Despite being a member of the un-dead Sookie somehow still managed to blush violently. Her son had returned home and most probably heard everything. She looked down, hiding her face in her husband's chest.

It had been 15 years since she had first held that baby in her arms. In those 15 years they had fussed over each cry, worried about each cough and experienced from his first words to first steps to first day at school. Of course, Claudine had taken the actually school duty, with the whole sun being in the sky thing, but every night her child returned home to his blood parents. And that angel of a child had developed into a demon, then finally settled somewhere in between, with an attitude that rivalled his fathers. Naturally he had blonde hair, normally shaped in spikes. He'd grown into Eric's frame, and was desired by many. The sheer number of girlfriends he'd had in the past year was more than she could count on both hands and feet. He was sweet though, with pale blue eyes you could fall prisoner too, but he grew bored easily. Just like his father had done, before Sookie. He had taken some of Sookie's qualities though. Telepathy was a worry but they had found he had a variation on her power. Where Sookie had to work to block it out, he had to work to hear things. And only human things. Sookie liked it that way; it would be a lot easier on him. Thankfully, he hadn't taken Claudine's allergy to lemon or iron, nor Eric's to silver or the sun. He was a lot stronger than other boys though, faster too. Nothing supernatural, but way above average.

At 7 he'd tried to float and that had ended with a trip to the ER and a broken leg.

At 8 he'd tried to flash like the fairies did, appearing out of no-where. No bones were broken but his spirit was a little bruised. That was before Eric had given him a sword and asked him to kill him for fun. Now that was a bonding experience family counsellors would never think of. Lord knows why he needed to learn to fight, Sookie had protested again it, but testosterone crowded her and won effortlessly.

Now he was a pure teen, with the latest phone and mp3 filled with multiple genres of music. Though after school, they had learned he favoured death metal.

After a shower and a very quick, very mouse-like quiet, round two, they emerged from the bedroom into the kitchen. Lukas sat at the island with a packet of smarties tossing them in the air and catching them in his mouth. Hand eye co-ordination was also something he had inherited. He looked up as his parents entered fully dressed and looking glowingly happy.

"Figured I'd come down since I hadn't heard screams for the last 3 minutes." he spoke and tossed a blue chocolate shell up. Enhanced hearing was another skill, one they really wished he had skipped out on. Eric plucked the smartie from the air receiving a questioning glare and replied with a pointed stare. "Sorry mother." he answered, not sounding sorry at all. Eric had recently discussed with his son that he should not be crude about sex. He was still learning. "But you are pretty loud." he continued and laughed. Sookie blushed again, but not before she saw the cheeky grin catch on to Eric and a minute laugh escape him. She clipped both of them softly and slipped two True Blood's into the microwave.

"Going out with Fox and Mike tonight." Lukas simply told them. No questions and no permission needed.

Sookie slipped into a chair opposite as Eric flashed around the room gathering his laptop from upstairs then his jacket from the sofa. Random stuff he needed for Fangtasia. Tonight was Fangtasia night. Sookie held back a sigh and an un-dying need to stare at his perfect ass as he bent to retrieve the laptop cable. The room was usually this messy, what with a teenage boy and two love-struck adults completely exploiting the word sex for all it was worth. Things often got forgot mid-way through use as other needs replaced them. Other pressing needs. Pressing needs that required immediate attention. Pressing needs like the type Eric often had in the morning or as he returned from Fangtasia. Yep, huge, bulging, thick and pressing needs.

"Mom, you listening? It's sickening enough telling Fox he can't fuck you, but when you stare like that I actually feel vomit rising in my mouth." Sookie returned and a second after he spoke an 'Owch' left him and he was rubbing the back of his head. Eric had sped past and clipped him for bad language and vulgarity. Of course he didn't use full force on the boy, but it forced the lesson inside him one way or the other.

"Didn't you go out with Fox and Mike last night?" she enquired and took the heated True Blood from Eric. She still hated them, but couldn't be bothered to leave the house when she would be spending the afternoon with Claudine for girl time. Besides she would join Eric at Fangtasia tomorrow for a good feed. Lukas stopped rubbing his head; obviously it didn't hurt as much as he played it up.

"Yeah, but we're going out again." he spoke dismissively and Sookie caught on. There was something she didn't know about this. She had made a deal with her son though, to not go into his head and invade his privacy. She narrowed her eyes instead and he rolled his catching the hint. "Fine. We're going out to watch a movie. It's got naked girls in, we'll be our getting girls pregnant all night after we've finished it. I swear." he joked and tossed up another smartie, catching it with expert precision. Sookie smiled.

"Such a wicked tongue on such a sweet boy." she replied. Eric hovered beside her. Speaking of wicked tongues…

"I will return before sun up." he told her and took her hand pulling her from her chair and into his body. "You will not join me?" he asked that every Tuesday. And her answer was always the same.

"I'm staying with Claudine for girl time." Oestrogen was in short supply in her home. Claudine, her brother and his boyfriend seemed to level it out. Plus there was a lovely smell of fairy about the place which didn't exactly repulse her. Lukas stuck his tongue out like he'd tasted something bad and took his food of choice to the couch where he wouldn't have to watch the soppy love display of his parents. Most kids had the pleasure of their parents hating each other or divorcing. He was stuck with cupid's target dummies. It didn't mean they didn't fight. No, they had wrecked the place over a few thousand times during their fights, but they always made up, and in some ways, that caused more damage that fighting did. He couldn't count the number of times he'd come home to broken tables and lamps and just walked straight back out again. Luckily he had two homes. Day home and night home. Claudine had a bedroom for him at her house for nights when mommy and daddy needed alone time, but mainly he slept here. The bed was comfier and his clothes were all here. Explaining that to his friends was good fun. The official story was that his real father had been killed and his mother had married a vampire then been turned herself. It was the only plausible reasoning. Saying he was the product of a telepath, a vampire, a witches magic and a fairy would attract far too much attention that he was comfortable with. And saying Eric was his biological father would be near impossible seeing as almost everyone knew he had been a vampire for over 2000 years. So they had a fake story and Claudine was Sookie's sister who he lived with during the day. He got weird looks when he gave his family history and constructing a family tree for history was never fun, but nobody thought to question anything and he was quickly accepted. Fox was his friend since kindergarten. His real name was Alex Foxenstaffen, A.K.A Fox. His father had remarried a vampire a few years back after vampire human marriages became legal. Fox was cool with the whole vampire thing, especially cool when he could come over and Sookie would bake cookies or something. There were times he regretted jumping into his friend's minds, but when Fox first started that weird look, curiosity was too much. Fox and Mike both knew about his gift too, but that was the extent. He may have downplayed a lot of what he read as well, he may have told them he could only hear things on occasion. A rare occasion, such as random intervals which he could not control. It helped with the crazy and soothed them. In fact they thought he was just really perceptive and the rest was a load of bull. But they really honestly weren't bothered by it. Fox and he had met Mike at an afterschool basketball game and bonded more when he was transferred into their school. They had been best buds since.

Over his shoulder he heard the smooching and 'I love you' s his parents vowed each night and rolled his eyes flipping on the Tv. Music channel. Flip. Re-runs of soaps. He groaned. Flip. Old black and white movie. Immediate flip. Stand-up comedy. Already seen it. Flip. Shopping channel. OMG. Flip. Finally he returned back to the music channel and tuned out the rappers who couldn't rhyme to save their own pitiful lives to watch the babes in golden bikini's shaking it on the beach.

The couch indented next to him a few minutes later and he resumed back contact with the world of the present. Eric must have left if his Ma was here. He blinked and listened to the precious car his father adored purr and fly down the street. When he turned back, it was obvious from the dreamy look that his mother had been doing the same. He rolled his eyes yet again.

" Relax Ma. He'll be back for hot monkey sex later." he winked at her and she just smiled.

"Foul mouth." she teased and rubbed her hand over his spiked hair messing up his blonde halo. "Now, where are you going tonight with Fox and Mike?"

"No-where." he shrugged and tried to pour all his attention into the Tv set. Sookie shuffled closer.

"I'll tell Fox why you broke it up with Jane." she threatened. Her son froze and turned off the Tv turning to face his blackmailing mother. She simply smiled innocently.

"We agreed you wouldn't be doing that anymore." he pointed out, his eyes darkening a little.

"I didn't. I swear. I knew after it happened. I haven't been inside your mind for a long while." she promised and he relaxed. "But if there is something I should be going inside for…" she left the statement open to suggest that at any time she would indeed search him. Lukas sighed. Jane was a little bit more minx-y than he could handle and pawed him every night. Of course if he told his friends he broke it off because he wasn't ready for sex at that time he'd be an idiot. So he told Jane she was boring and told Fox it was because Jane was only dating him for popularity. Sookie knew instantly though and her smile had almost broken her face, knowing her son was still a virgin. He'd almost sharpened a stake in order for her silence that night.

"Look, we're not doing anything we shouldn't be." Woops, he could see the face fall on his mother as soon as the words were out and then came the mental nudge. "Hey we had an agreement. I'll tell dad who really broke his last laptop." Lukas had taken the blame for yet another of Eric's laptops being smashed, when in fact Sookie had accidentally done it. But Eric was in a grouch with Sookie and she didn't want to admit to it, so he had taken the blame… for a price.

"Pam is taking you to a bar!" she exclaimed. Then the mental barrier opened wide. "She took you yesterday! But you're not old enou- She gave you fake Id's?" she screamed, clutching the platinum necklace Eric had bought her as another make-up present.

"Nothing happened." he defended himself. "And you broke your promise." he accused.

"Why is she taking you back again?" she enquired and the response came without sensor fresh for her brain to read. "You met a girl" then it came again, louder this time. "You met a vampire girl. Jesus Christ Lukas, are you insane?"

"Little bit hypocritical don't you think…coming from you…" he raised his eyebrows remaining that cool façade Eric always seemed to have when shit hit the fan.

"I didn't go out looking for a vampire. I had no plans at all for that to happen. I was investigating... looking for my friends who had been there."

"Yeah well we were doing the same thing."

"Investigating how long it was before some vampire girl thought to take a bite out of you? Oh my god, she didn't did she?" Lukas had the entirety of his neck searched for bite marks while trying to fight off his over protective mother. She sighed when she found nothing then went back on alert. "She didn't bite you…anywhere else did she?" she sounded like she really did not want to hear the reply to that.

"Huh? Oh, OH! No. Eww, no." he watched her breathe out a huge breath and hug him back to her chest. She was cold and hard but still as cuddly as any other mother to a teenage boy.

"What were you doing then?" she enquired as she finally let him breathe again. He rose an eyebrow.

"Got bored of reading my thoughts did you?"

"Sorry Lukas. I won't now. Just tell me, what were you doing? And then promise me you won't be seeing her again."

"Pam wanted to check out the bar. Didn't say what for, I didn't ask. She gave use fake id's and told us to have fun. We didn't question that. And I'm seeing her tonight."

"No you're not." she replied conversationally "What was Pam looking at when you were in the bar?"

"The dancers, the bar staff. Some chic with long brown hair. She got a lot of attention. Pam has good taste. She likes Jessica as well."

"You're new girl I presume?"

"Yeah. You'd like her too if you weren't so worried about be being made into a meal."

They both stopped short of their next argument as three knocks came to the door and low voices were complaining about the cold outside. Fox and Mike.

"I'm coming with you tonight." Sookie insisted.

"Mom" Lukas whined. "You can't come along. No-body likes to bring Mom on a date."

Fox had let himself in as he usually did.

"Mrs. Northman, are you coming with us?"

Lukas rolled his eyes. Mike did the same. Sookie smiled and found her opening. Lukas may not want mom cramping his style, but Fox would like nothing more.

"Of course. Me and Pam need some alone time." she winked and knew exactly what image that created in two horny teenage boys minds and turned her head from company to stick her tongue out at her son. He groaned and stood from the couch shrugging on his jacket. Mike followed after Lukas down the path. Fox hung back a bit. Ever the optimist. Somehow he thought he could lure the beautiful Mrs. Northman from her vampire Sherriff of a husband and convince her to sleep in his bed. It took teenage dreams to an entirely new level. It may be wrong to use Fox this way, but she needed information.

"Alex, what's Jessica like? I assume you've met her." she asked, slipping in a seductive purr to his real name.

'That's low mom. So very low.' Lukas thought directly at her and turned to scowl.

"Oh, you can call me Fox Ma'am. Everyone else I like does." Sookie smiled, starting to feel guilty already. "Jess is cool. Pretty too. But then again most vamps are." He actually winked at her.

"Pretty how?" she probed.

"Red hair, freckles. You're usual innocent girl look. Wears little make-up. Looks sad a lot of the time. Her fangs are sexy as hell as well. She accidentally popped them out while talking to Lukas. Scared Mike half to death, he thought she was gunna bite him. But we're more used to seeing them I suppose. Lukas didn't even flinch."

"Hmmm, what else do you know about her?"

"Only what Lukas told me." he shrugged. Lukas turned around and gave his friend a death stare as if to say 'talk and I'll gut you'. Fox gulped. He was shutting down, and Sookie really didn't want to have to invade another teenage boys mind today.

"Fox" she rolled the name off her tongue. It wasn't as perfect as Eric could do, but it had his heart rate pounding up. "What's she like?"

He swallowed again and glanced at Lukas, biting his lip. Lukas rolled his eyes.

"Fine, tell her if you want." he snapped and came to a stop beside the curb waiting for his ride from Pam. Mike grinned knowingly. Fox smiled wider.

"Lukas said something like her maker was dead, and she spent the last 15 years with a sort of temporary maker. They had a witch create a fake tie so she wouldn't go maniac." Oh yeah, the boys knew about witches too. But only that they existed, they had never seen one doing spells. "But they severed it a few months back when she moved back to Shreveport where she grew up. Now she's working as a waitress for some bar named Bite Night. Lame name I know, but she says it friendly and she's got a nice vamp friendly room in that new building they constructed last year."

"Did she say who her maker was?" if she could find her maker's history she might be able to find her on the database and find out everything about her.

"Some guy named Compton, Lukas says. But he was dead before she rose." Sookie froze on the pavement, her skin rushed white hot, her eyes shot wide. 15 years since they killed Bill. Her maker had been dead before she rose. Had Bill made more graves and turned others before she staked him? Oh god!