A/N: So this is a new story. Basically the synopsis is pretty explanatory. It is True Blood, but also includes another Child, an older Child of Godric's. It will begin right before he dies. Some of this will be cannon, some will be all me. Please let me know what you think :)

The freezing wind whipped the hair around the young girls head. It was late, almost five in the morning. The older man had thought how lucky he was to just happen upon her walking down the downtown streets of Stockholm.

He was a predator, one who hadn't been looking for his next victim, but he was also an opportunist and wasn't about to turn down the chance to have some fun with the young woman. He couldn't quiet tell her age, but between her height and the young looking face gracing her petite, but fit body, he thought late teens at the most. Perfect.

He had been stalking quietly behind her, although between the howling wind and the crunch of the snow under her fur trimmed black boots, he wasn't too concerned with being over heard by her.

He watched carefully as she turned down a dark, deserted street. He smiled to himself as he saw his opportunity.

He took longer strides, catching up quickly, he reached out his hand, reaching for her thin shoulder. Just as he was about to grab for her, she was gone.

The man blinked a couple times, trying to see if his eyes deceived him.

He heard a husky chuckle.

"Like scaring women, eh?" came the feminine sounding voice. He was about to turn around before he was thrown to the concrete on his back.

The woman stepped forward and placed her foot on his chest. He tried to struggle, to stand, but she was much stronger than she looked.

He continued struggling, even through her laughter. He couldn't comprehend how or why she was so much stronger than he was, there was a huge difference between their builds.

He stopped moving when it finally dawned on him; she was a vampire.

When she saw that he was lying there completely still, she leaned down, putting her mouth next to his ear.

"You picked the wrong girl tonight." She whispered before pulling back. She smiled at him as her fangs fell through her teeth, and then she struck with the precision on a cobra.

She ripped a chunk out of his throat, and blood spilled everywhere, coating the snow like a thick paint.

A shrill beeping rang through the dark.

She sighed as she straightened herself and grabbed her phone from her pocket.

"Hallå." she said absently.

There was a silence on the other end at first, before the gruff voice of a man clearing his throat.

"Aideen, it's me." Came the deep voice of the nervous man; She liked making them nervous.

She smiled. "Davis, what a surprise. What can I do for you this fine evening?"

Another pause. "We have a….situation here."

She sighed as she started to wipe the blood off the corners of her mouth. "What have you done to upset him now? I told you he wouldn't approve of those human blood orgies you were having."

Another pause. Aideen raised a skeptical eyebrow, even though her 'companion' couldn't see it.

"Unfortunately, it is much more….dire then that. He has…gone missing."

She stopped walking, and her face scowled as she saw red. "Do you know who?"

"We have some ideas, but nothing concrete."

"I will be there soon. And when I do get there, you better fucking hide, Stan." She pressed the end button on her phone without saying good bye. She searched her contacts until she found the one person who could help her now.

"I need to go to Dallas, I'll need your plane." She said without waiting for a greeting.

"Anything else, Dear?" came the deep voice that had accompanied her for centuries.

She turned to look back at the man lying in the snow, surrounded by the dark pool of blood.

"I need a cleanup in downtown." She waited for the affirmative before hanging up again. Then she was gone.

Shreveport…

If it was possible, his head was pounding. He knew that vampires didn't get headaches, but the small blonde woman and the dark haired vampire currently yelling at him, in his bar, were certainly putting that to the test.

It was the same thing over and over, from both of them. Had he taken the fruity man? Yes. Had he tortured him for weeks? Yes. He didn't understand why they were so upset, he wasn't lying.

Besides, there was only one reason he took the one called Lafayette. And it was currently screaming at him. He had gone to Bill out of the goodness in his heart, to ask for her help; and yet he was rudely turned away. So Eric had taken matters into his own hands; he had Pam and Chow take the man one night, under the ruse of a missing vampire.

Truthfully, Eric did not care what had happened to Eddie. He knew that the foolish young vampire was trading sex for blood. He knew it would catch up to him in a matter of time. But when Pamela had reported that the one Eddie was doing these….exchanges with was a great friend of Sookie Stackhouse's, well…Eric couldn't pass up the opportunity.

He may have gone a bit overboard with his fun, but he needed Sookie, and more importantly, Compton, to know how dangerously serious this was.

He turned his cold blue eye on the small blonde in front of him. "Perhaps we can come to some sort of arrangement." He turned his cold gaze on Bill Fucking Compton as Sookie led the way to a clean table.

Dallas

"Did you call the Viking?" came her heavily accented voice.

Stan Davis took off his hat and gripped his hair. "Yes, I did, Isabelle! Believe it or not, I am not an imbecile."

Isabelle scoffed and shook her head. "We'll see about that." She said as she and her human Hugo, left the room.