Author's note: This is my stab at a True Blood story, but please be warned that I've read most of the novels for this series, but I have only watched the TV show up to season three so far. So, I apologize in advance if I accidentally mix some things up in between them, and I can't be sure how closely I'm going to stick to the original storyline of the show. Either way, I hope you'll enjoy this story. I'll try not to make anyone too OOC, but I make no promises... (^_^;)
Anyway, this story begins when Eric is at the airport after returning from Dallas, at the end of season two, before he hears about the maenad.

I own nothing but my OC.

"Speech"
[In text translation of foreign speech]
'Thoughts'
[ | ] Scene transition and/or time lapse
Setting/scene
Flashbacks and changes in POVs will be labeled as needed (unless stated otherwise, it will be third person omniscient)
SOUND EFFECTS WILL BE IN ALL CAPS

Chapter 1: Homecoming

New Orleans, Louisiana
Lakefront Airport—The private hangar for Anubis Air

"Eric!"

The Viking vampire stopped when he heard a familiar voice call out to him as the airplane that had just pulled in next to the one he had exited began to unload its passengers. He would know that voice anywhere. It was his Vallmofrö, his Eve.

Eric's icy, blue eyes softened slightly as he watched his youngest progeny, Eve Regan, drop her bags and rush towards him. The petite vampire wrapped her slender arms around him in a firm but gentle embrace. It had been far too long since their last meeting, and their strong bond had been stretched thin over the distance between Shreveport and New York. But, now that she was here, so close, he could feel her again. He could feel all of her anxiety, her pain, and her sorrow.

And he knew it was because of him.

"I'm sorry, Eric…" Eve whispered softly. Her voice was shaking with grief as she held in her tears. She didn't want to make a scene in public. She was here to help Eric, not to add to his troubles. "I'm so sorry… I felt you… is it really true that Godric…?"

Eric closed his eyes as he placed a comforting hand on her head and stroked her honey-blonde hair. Sixty-five years had passed since his little Vallmofrö became a vampire, and, somehow, she had still managed to remain just as human as she had been the night he turned her.

Well, even with that, he had been proud of how her remarkably strong self-control had been as a baby vampire, and she rarely let her emotions get the better of her. And, yet, here she was. She had flown all this way to meet with him, just because she was worried about her Maker after sensing a mere fraction of his pain over losing Godric through their weakened bond. Eve really was such a loyal child... Even if she did have a bit of a rebellious streak...

"It is true." Eric stated calmly as he cupped her lovely face in his hands and gently titled her head so he could look into her hazel eyes. Her eyes were rimmed with red with unshed tears, but she was strong. She was staying strong for him. "Don't fret, min Vallmofrö. Dem är Sookie Stackhouse, tankeläsare jag tillkännagav innan, försäkrade mig om att han inte lider. Han var nästan jublande.[I was assured by Sookie Stackhouse, the telepath I told you about before, that he did not suffer. He was almost joyful.]" Eric said as he stroked her cheek with his thumb, wiping away the solitary crimson tear that had escaped her eye at the confirmation of her Grand-Maker's self-destruction.

"What about you…? How could Godric hurt you like this?" Eve asked sadly. "I felt your pain…! You wanted to go with him…"

He was going to leave them behind, her and Pam. He was going to hurt them like he was hurting now.

She raised her hands, placing them over his as he continued to hold her face. They were so much larger than her own. Despite the damage and violence she knew he do with them, had seen him do, Eric's hands had always made her feel safe when he held her… but, now… She gave them a gentle squeeze. But, now… she was suddenly afraid, afraid that those hands would let go… that she would never be able to feel their touch or hold them like this again. She looked up, staring him right in the eye, filled with determination.

"You can't. I won't let you." She stated firmly, her eyes burning with defiance. She wasn't going to let him go—not now, not ever. If he ever pulled away from her someday, then she would be the one reaching out to him. She would grab onto him and refuse to let go, no matter what the consequences.

"…" Eric said as he stared down at her, admiring the fire in her eyes. A small smile formed on his lips as he let out a chuckle. He was grateful that Godric had stopped him, now. How could he have ever thought of leaving his little Vallmofrö behind. Eve and Pam still needed him. Godric had given Eric one thousand years of guidance. He should at least do the same for them.

"?" Eve said, tilting her head and furrowing her brow slightly in confusion. 'He's… laughing!?' She thought a little stunned, wondering if she had missed something. Did she say something funny? He'd better not be laughing at her for caring about him, or she'd kick his ass...! Well, she'd try to, anyway…

"No, I can see that. Don't worry, Vallmofrö. I'm not going anywhere." Eric reassured Eve as he patted her on the head.

Eve frowned slightly. She couldn't help but feel a little miffed that he had laughed when she was trying to be serious, but since she could feel Eric's pain over his loss of Godric lessen slightly, so she decided to let it go for now. She could feel that he really meant what he said about not leaving her and Pam behind.

That was enough for Eve.

Time would take care of the rest. Time, and a little silent support...

Author's note: Vallmofrö is supposed to mean 'Poppy seed' in Swedish, at least according to my online translator...
Anyway, I added a link to my profile for a pic of her outfit and face.