This is my first time writing a fanfic, so please be kind.
For now, I do not have a beta, so all the mistakes are mine.
Also, sadly, I own nothing. Just my imagination.
"Your guess is as good as mine" the little doctor said matter-of-factly. "I've never seen anything like it. The only thing you could try is your blood"
"I've already given her my blood, and it did not work. Is there nothing else?" Bill pleaded, his eyes rimmed with blood tears threatening to fall.
"Then there's nothing that'll keep her…living" The doctor and I shared a meaningful look, but her sentiments were lost on Bill who collapsed, weeping, on Sookie's semi-conscious body.
"Would she survive the turning, given the attack?" I asked carefully.
"Whatever did her in has poisoned her blood stream. Giving her a new supply should fix that, but of course, nobody knows how the turning actually works, so I have no idea" she replied as she packed up her bag.
Only now did Bill understand what we were talking about, and he almost through himself at the doctor. "Turn her? No! She wouldn't want that! We mustn't!" There was something odd about the way he was always referencing rules. I was his superior. I should be the one talking about rules.
"I expect my payment by the end of the week, Northman. A reduced rate, of course," she said, quickly walking away from Bill and out of my bar.
"Eric," he pleaded "We cannot turn her, I will do anything, but she's not mine to turn, Eric…." Again, I wondered what he was hinting at, but I quickly dismissed it. Even if he was working with the Queen, if nobody had told me about it, I could not possibly be punished. But still, should I turn her? I need her to find Godric, though her telepathy may not survive the turning….
Just then Pam came back, looking like shit. No doubt, she had some information regarding Sookie's mysterious attacker, but I could care less. "Pam" I greeted. "How would you like a child? A daughter?" I asked as I waved a hand over Sookie's mostly naked body. While the idea of Sookie having to answer to my progeny, who, in turn, answered to me, was amusing, I had no intention of letting Pam have her. It was polite to ask, though, wasn't it? It was also driving Bill insane.
Pam picked up on the fact that I wasn't serious through our bond and cocked one hip to the side as she mocked thinking about it. "Well, she is something…. Then again, she's not really my type" she finally answered with a saccharine smile. She turned and smirked at the still-protesting Bill, and then left. I taught her well.
"Well, if Pam doesn't want her, and you obviously don't want her" I started, mirroring Pam's smirk at Bill, "Then I think I shall have her" I finished with a decisive nod. Bill practically threw himself at my feet, wailing about how I was about to murder her, and that she wouldn't want it. Pathetic. "Get out of my bar" I told him, though it was to no avail. He didn't even acknowledge it. "Pam," I called, and watched my child appear in the doorway. "Please escort Compton off of the premises"
Pam smiled. "Can I have some fun with him while I'm at it?" she asked sweetly.
"Only a little," I answered. "I'm going to need you to help me go to ground later". We shared a meaningful look before she picked Bill up and swung him over her shoulder.
I sighed. I treated her too well. But I would treat Sookie just the same. The one thing I did not want was to be told that I had murdered her, and I set about making sure it wouldn't happen. I knelt down next to her face. "Sookie," I said softly. She squirmed a little bit and opened her eyes, but did not respond. "Sookie, you are going to die" I informed her. I watched it sink in as a tear fell from her eye. "This is a fact, but there is something I can do about it." I also watched that one sink in.
"I don't want to be a vampire," she told me shakily, and I sighed.
"It's not up for debate, Sookie" I told her sternly.
She started to panic, and her heartbeat sped up. "Where's Bill?" she asked. "I want to see Bill."
"Bill's not here and you won't get to see him. I am going to make you vampire"
More tears fell from her eyes as she adamantly shook her head. "Just let me die" she pleaded.
After a moment I asked her, "Do you really want to die?" I would not turn someone just to have them hold it over me for all eternity, but as suspected, after a moment, she tentatively shook her head no. I put my hand on her shoulder and stared into her eyes. "You think that you want to die because it seems like the easy thing to do, Sookie. But you can't die. You have obligations here. You have obligations to me. I need you." What I was saying was bordering heartfelt, but I would think about that later. Sookie's time was running out.
After a moment, she nodded her head, and I leaned down to her ear, "Just relax and let me in, Sookie. We can talk when you wake up." I pulled back to see her looking at me with doe eyes and nodding her head. "Let me in," I repeated, and forced my influence on her. She visibly relaxed, and I knew I had her mind.
Ordinarily, I would have straddled her, but the open wounds on her back would have made that rather difficult. As it was, I had to settle for simply leaning over the table, and sinking my fangs into her neck.
Ecstasy. Her blood was pure ecstasy. Even with the ugly flavour of poison, which was lessoning with every pull, her blood was still sweet, spicy, and perfect, and I didn't even have to stop. I felt her heartbeat slow, and only when it finally gave out and died, did I pull back and lick the holes.
I wasted no time slicing my neck and placing it over Sookie's mouth. I could have bitten my wrist like many vampires, Compton included, but it was messy. Sloppy. Informal. There was something classy about doing by both necks…. Old fashioned. And the knife was ceremonial, which just made it all the more significant. I felt my blood filling her body, and when she was finally finished, I took some and rubbed it into the wounds on her back. I didn't think she was going to want to go through all eternity with those scars.
I stood back and looked at Sookie's unconscious body, appraising my work. I'd done good. I went and soaked a Fangtasia t-shirt and set about wiping her body free of all the blood and dirt, and removed her dirty shorts and underwear. I knew I needed to get her more clothes, but anything kicking around at the bar seemed too tacky for her to begin her new life in. Leaving her naked for the time being, I went and warmed myself up a trueblood, to get rid of all the poison I had ingested.
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Just as I was putting the empty bottle in the recycling, Pam came through the door, speckled with blood, and looking sated and happy. "Oh Pam," I said knowingly. "I hope you didn't go and have all the fun without me"
My child ignored that one, and walked over to look at Sookie. "Mmmmmm, she does look yummy. Too bad I never got a taste"
"She was superb" I said, moving toward her.
"I bet she was," she agreed, and took a good long look at my soon-to-be-child. Then she handed me a shopping bag. "I thought you might need this" she said as she went to warm up a trueblood for herself.
Peering inside, I saw a small, white, (but not see-through) nightgown that was undoubtedly for Sookie, for tonight. I looked up at Pam and gave her a nod. "Thank you," I told her, and she nodded back. Then I set about getting Sookie into the nightgown.
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I gently placed Sookie into the hole we had just dug. Dawn was nearing. I turned and placed my hands on Pam's shoulders and looked into her eyes. I let my love and pride flood our bond and I could feel how much it meant to her. No matter how things went with Sookie, I would always love Pam.
As if "love" could adequately describe my feelings toward my child.
I got down into the hole with Sookie and wrapped my arms around her. She smelled strongly of me, for her blood was now mine, but she still smelled distinctly Sookie. I pushed all of the hair off of her face, and pressed my hand into her face, covering all of it. She wasn't breathing right now, but she would try to when she woke up, as well as try to open her eyes. With a nod to Pam, I closed my own eyes and felt the dirt start to pile up on us. Sookie would be an excellent child, even if a little stubborn. I could just tell.