Summary: Eric stumbles upon a 5yr old Sookie. He know's she is far from ordinary. He takes her under his wing recognising her as a powerful asset to be protected at all costs. Will Sookie live to see her 20th birthday? How will she feel about her protector/owner? A/U – New rules, different abilities, different history, similar storyline to True Blood, but switching stuff with SVM sometimes. Spoilers etc.

Author's Note:Obviously I'm changing a lot of shit around in this story, If you feel there is an inaccuracy feel free to PM me. However! If a detail is wrong, It is most probably wrong because I intentionally screwed with it to fit either my story, or just because I wanted to. (Insert goofy, smug grin.) This is my first FF, I hope it goes well. Please read and review, if you have a problem with the story or criticism to give PM me, if you just plain don't like it then don't read it.

Most will be from EPOV. (My) Sookie's head is too screwed up for text. Obviously I don't own The characters, credit due to Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball. If you feel I've stolen an aspect of your story, please message me. I've read so damn much it's all blurred together, I would never intentionally steal someone else's work.

EPOV

I watch the world blur past outside the windows of my Corvette, paying the bare minimum attention to the road. My face pulls up in a smirk as I take this small moment of peace, speeding along a forgotten road from the ass-hole of nowhere back towards Shreveport. As much as I cared for the simplicity of the old world, there really is something to be said for technology. I squeeze the accelerator just a little harder, and grin at the animal sounds my delicious car makes.

I'll be back at Fangtasia soon enough, but I have an urge to antagonise my dear Child who was currently pinned with the duty of entertaining the vermin. I pull out my phone and call her mobile.

"Master. Please tell me you're almost back from that backwater bar, I swear if I have to sit here any longer there may be no breathers left for me to keep entertained."

I keep my amusement reigned in, "Pamela, it was very important for me to see the shifter in person. Who better to keep the bar running smoothly in my absence?".

"Important! Important! My cold hairless butt-hole, important! You owe me shoes for this Eric, a breather bled on me when I kicked him! Not even remotely attractive either! I wouldn't have drank it's blood even if it were in an Angelina Jolie shaped body and I had been starved for a year! It smells like the backside of an elephant Eric!..."

I let her rant as I silently chuckled, watching the forest slide by. "Alright, alright. I'll be back to the bar soon enough. I will transfer some money to your card when I return. I swear it."After much huffing and sighing, she was appeased. I ended the call and returned to watching the trees blurring past the windows.

She was right though, I had concocted the errand as an excuse to get away for the night. It did have some merit though, I did have to remind the shifter he was in my territory and thus owed me a small monthly percentage of his takings to ensure his continued safety in my area. Hardly a job for the Sheriff though, I thought to myself, grinning.

I was a simple being, really. I enjoyed simple things. Comfort, Food, Sex. Money ensured I had easy access to all of those, so it was important to ensure my steady cash flow would continue to grow. I had no wish for great power, just enough to keep needs met and enough to cause would-be enemies to tread lightly. No one respects the Vampires at the bottom of the metaphorical food-chain. So I keep my position well, I do my duty properly, I pay my respects to those above me and I treat those below accordingly. I have enough on my plate to keep me from being bored with my existence, but not so much that I never get to enjoy the small things, I chuckle to myself as I luxuriate the feel of the leather bucket seats firmly, but gently cupping my superior rear end.

I am brought out of my musings by a small white figure on the side of the road. There is something off about this, it feels wrong. I start to slow down as the feeling of wrongness increases rapidly, its an intense feeling that makes the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. The figure is a small girl, with blonde wavy hair and...no shoes? I feel a slight tugging sensation in my chest as my feeling of unease increases. Fully alert and extremely cautious, I have slowed the car to a walking pace as I approach. You don't get over 1000 candles in your birthday breather by ignoring odd occurrences. My brows tug down into a slight frown as I watch the small girl, standing in the dirt on the side of the road. It's damn near 1am, what in the world is a human child doing on the side of the road 10 miles past the middle of nowhere? The tugging in my chest increases, when I am only a few yards from the child her tiny arm flies up to grasp an imaginary something beside her. As her fist visibly tightens, I can see her white knuckles and the tension in her arm, a shiver runs down my already cold spine. Time is passing impossibly slow, and yet everything seems to be happening so fast. A fraction of a second after her grip is secured on the invisible thing, she turns slowly, her blonde curls brushing her shoulder as her bright blue eyes lock onto mine. Her gaze penetrates me, she is looking straight through me, I am bare before her stare as I feel the pull inside me increase again.

Time seems to have caught up and overtaken me as I pull off to the side of the road just past the strange girl. I take a second to centre myself, aware that something supernatural is clearly going on. I know walking into this situation with no information is a risk, but hell, its just a child! If the encounter starts to go pear shaped I'll fly away to regroup and come back with an Ice Cream...or an army. Get a hold of yourself! Stay alert, Its a calculated risk. She's odd, sure, but she's just a teacup human. Okay. I steal a glance at the rear-view mirror to find the tiny girl's penetrating stare. Still aware of the tension in my chest, I calmly exit the car and turn to face the little blonde.

I start to approach as non-threateningly as possible, slowly keeping focused on the girl and listening for an ambush of any kind. Looking her over she doesn't seem to be hurt in any way, just dirty. Her white dress is more brown than white, her blonde curls are slightly ratty with little leaves and twigs lodged in it. It doesn't appear to be ground in though, the dirt is quite fresh, It looks like she's been rolling around on the ground, maybe someone tossed her out of a car? My examination continues as my eyes reach her feet, which are exceptionally dirty and seem to have a few scratches and scars. Odd. Her demeanour is completely aloof and serene. There is a stillness to the world right now, in this little corner of Louisiana. One hand still raised in a tiny little fist is now slightly in front of her angled towards me, while her other hand seems to be stroking imaginary things. Her gesture reminds me of someone lightly dipping their fingers into a stream, swirling slightly but not meeting much resistance. I come to a stop a short distance in front of the girl, and slowly crouch down to her level with a charming smile plastered on my face to appear as friendly and open as possible, Don't spook her! As soon as I am eye level with her the feeling in my chest disappears and she smiles widely. Her eyes seem to light up as her posture changes, she seems to have relaxed completely. A misplaced trust little one, I think to myself.

We stare at each other in silence for a seemingly long time. I can't seem to settle on what to ask this tiny human first. So many questions trying to get out at the same time, who are you? What's your name? What are you doing out here? "Where are your shoes?"

A light giggle fills the air as she ducks her head and looks at me through her long lashes, she twirls her skirt back and forth in a picture of childish innocence. She smiles coyly before she whispers, "I threw them away."

"Why would you throw away your shoes?" Seemed like a fairly natural response.

"I don't like them. You can't feel the ground through the soles." she emphasised by stretching her toes and digging them into the loose dirt.

I smirk and let out a small chuckle, "What are you doing out here?"

She stops her twirling as her eyes flick directly to mine, pinning me under her gaze, "Looking for you." she states calmly with a small smile.

Unable to detect any threat in her voice or from the surroundings, I relax slightly, but her comment has obviously put me on edge. "And why are you looking for me, little one?"

"I know you. I've seen you. You'll keep me safe. You'll help me and I'll help you." she whispers shyly, tilting her head down to watch me out of the corner of her eyes, blonde curls falling across her face and her fringe almost in her eyes.

I quirk my eyebrow at her, "What makes you think I'll keep you safe, little one? A strange man on the side of the road at night? Didn't your mother tell you of monsters lurking in the night? What makes you so sure I'm not one of them?"

She smiles knowingly, "I know you're a monster, I know you're a Vampire. But you don't scare me Mr! I know what's inside you. I see through you...and I know you'll keep me safe. I am useful." She keeps her eyes locked with mine as she walks the rest of the distance towards me, I am frozen as she reaches her hands towards me and lays them gently on my chest. Her eyes slide closed as I watch, completely rapt as I feel the warmth of her hands through my shirt.

"I can feel you." She says in a sing-song voice. At the same instant I feel a pressure deep in my chest, where I felt the tugging and pulling, only this time it feels like two tiny hands gently holding my metaphorical heart. That spot deep in your chest, where all the strong emotions seem to build, anger, lust, love, hurt. Right there, she was holding me in her hands. I blink down at her in confusion, her tiny brow drawn down in concentration. How is this possible? What the hell is she? I feel the pressure withdraw, a second later she sighs and removes her hands, they fall to her side and she sways a little. I reach out to steady her. She looks up at me and smiles gently. Her eyes are glazed over and she yawns quietly. Whatever she did has obviously taken a lot out of her. "Will you please take me home with you now, Norseman?"

I stare at her in shock and let out a small laugh, "Of course my little treasure."

I reach out and take the strange little girl into my arms, lifting her with ease before turning to walk to the car. I carefully deposit her into the passenger seat and make sure her belt is on, until I know exactly what my new little pet is and the extent of her abilities, I will treat her as if she were made of blown glass.

"Thank you, Norseman." She whispers gently once I am settled in my seat. Hiding a yawn behind her small hand, she snuggles back into the seat and promptly drifts off to sleep.

Shaking my head slightly, I smile at her sleeping form. She was right. I will keep her safe, for now at least. My phone buzzes and I pull it out, realising that I am obviously much later now than I told Pam. I laugh quietly to myself, Wait until I show her my little treasure I found. I put my foot down and speed off down the road, buzzing with excitement and still not entirely sure what just transpired. I don't even know her name.

AN:Welp, there it is, my first ever chapter. Thoughts? Are you excited? Want to see where I'm going with this? Read + Review! More details obviously coming in the next chapter. Probably a fairly short chapter compared to what I have laid out for the next one, but I'm an attention whore so I wanna get this up to see if I get any feedback before I keep going. Thanks, Me.