Author's Note: Hi! Sorry this first chapter is short, I just wanted to set the stage with a brief epilogue before I got into the first chapter. This story takes place directly after season 6, so all continuity is only influenced by the television series. This is my version of Season 7, which I consider to be the final season. So I'm going to wrap up a lot of things in my own way. Hope you enjoy :).

True Blood: The Final Season

Epilogue

The warmth. The rays. He had almost forgot what it felt like to just relax and bake in the sun. As a matter of fact, this was the first time Eric Northman had a chance to just relax in a long time. The sun that shone brightly in the sky was making it even better. Being a vampire, he had not been able to enjoy the sun for over 1,000 years. That is, until all this nonsense happened between the vampires and the humans. Just days prior, he wasn't even sure if he'd live to see another day, and now he was sun bathing on one of the highest, snow packed mountains in Sweden.

Eric shifted slightly in his lawn chair, his naked body illuminated with sunlight. His mind was deep in a book he had clutched in his hands. A smirk slid across his face, a smirk that would soon be lifted, for a sudden, strange sensation fell upon Eric. The warmth, it was getting more intense. Too intense.

The realization slipped over Eric, but it was all too late. He trembled as he tried to lift himself from the chair, sparks igniting from his skin. A deathly scream escaped his throat as his skin started to blacken like the darkest night. He fell too his knees, totally engulfed in a fiery inferno. This was it. He head fell forward, the weight of his body pushing through the snow. He went down. And down. And down…

6 Months Later...

Reverend Daniels smiled as he looked upon the citizens of Bon Temps, humans and vampires alike, conversing as equals in a meet-and-greet barbecue he helped organize. It was just last month that he, with the help of some other officials, had come up with a plan to help stop the Hep-V infected vampire attacks that have been plaguing the nation. Since healthy vampires needed a healthy blood supply, and humans needed protection against the infected vampires, they proposed a plan that would benefit both. The humans would offer up some of their blood to the vampires in order for protection. Since humans could be carriers of the Hep-V virus, everyone had to be tested. One drop of blood from a carrier would infect an unsuspecting vampire. At first the plan was met with some hesitation, but the turn out at the barbecue was better than Daniels had ever expected.

The air around him was filled with laughter. On one side of the party, a vampire was letting a human gently feel a sharp fang, and on the other side, a group of humans were sharing their test results with a group of vampires. It was all working better than he had anticipated. His face slowly went straight as his eyes hovered across the crowd. He could see many of the familiar faces from his congregation; however, there was one face he could not find.

"Sam…" Daniels said sliding next to Sam Merlotte, the newly elected mayor of Bon Temps. "You haven't by chance seen Lettie May 'round, have you?"

Sam turned around, his hand clenched firmly around a full drink. "I haven't, no. Maybe she's finding a vamp partner?"

"Not possible," Daniels retorted. "We had a small run in with some of the infected when we were out west last month, nothing serious, but she got a pretty good nick on her arm. Her results came back positive this afternoon."

Sam's eyes widened as he also looked across the crowd.

"Where's Tara?"

Lettie May slowly took off her scarf. Her neck was now fully exposed to her daughter, her vampire daughter.

"Let me feed you baby… let me nourish you… to make up for all the times I left you hungry…"

Hesitation filled Tara's eyes as she slowly revealed her fangs.

"I can't…" Was all she could muster.

"Please baby… I need to do this!" Her mother cried, closing in on her.

Tara could hear her mother's heart beat. She could hear the very blood that once ran through her veins. Leaning down into an embrace, Tara sank her teeth into her mothers neck.

"There you go baby, I'll make you all betta'," Lettie said stroking her daughter's hair.

Jeremiah looked upon the unsuspecting party outside the small bar in Bon Temps. He was so lost in the sight of the crowd that he had almost forgotten about the 20 other vampires surrounding him. Hunger was etched in each and every one of their eyes. They had been infected. Dark, spider-like veins spread across their bodies like tattoos.

After being infected, vampires would become even more monstrous. They would move from town to town, mostly in groups, eating everything and everyone in sight. This animal like instinct was displayed in all the vampires in Jeremiah's group, except for one…Jeremiah himself. His blues eyes wandered down to his forearm, as he traced his own dark markings. He then shifted his eyes around towards his group, knowing what was about too come. They gave each other swift nods and set out towards the party…