A/N: So, yes, this is another new one. I am a glutton for punishment. My WTH muse has flown the coop and I'm stuck on "Last Name" also. However, far be it for me to not write. Normally, this would go in as a chapter for the Ipod, but when I got to 10K words and still wasn't close to finished, Storiesforevy convinced me to split it up. She is my biggest Vamp!Eric lover and helps me make sure I'm keeping faithful. This is based on "My Immortal" by Evanescence. Amy Lee has an amazing voice and this song possessed me. I had the first paragraph written for months until I decided what I wanted to do with it. This takes place after "Dead Reckoning", which I flat out refuse to read again, because it pissed me off. There are spoilers for most of the books, but, like True Blood, I'm going way off book. If I get anything wrong from DR, it's probably because I don't remember little details or I wanted to change something. I am posting the lyrics below. The characters are Charlaine Harris'... I just hope she knows what she's doing with them.

My Immortal"

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

[Chorus:]
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

[Chorus]

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

[Chorus]

I was beginning to dread the sunset. Every night I rose to the same empty room and got ready to go about my nightly business. I would check in with Pam, seeing what matters needed my attention when I got to Fangtasia. I pulled my time, enthralling the vermin from my throne. Fortunately, it was nothing to look brooding and dangerous. I was both. Either Pam or myself would select a fangbanger from the crowd to satisfy my urges for blood and sex. There were rules for the selections. No blonds. No sensuous woman with curves that made my mouth water. No one with clear blue eyes that reminded me of the sea that I grew up next to as a child. No. Nothing that would remind me of her. In a way, I was fortunate in that respect. No one here could compare to her in any way, so my fears of dredging up her memory were unfounded in the sea of pathetic, writhing bodies simpering for my attention.

For months after it happened, I tortured myself. I would stand on the porch to her house and breathe in her unique scent that lingered there. The sweet, not-entirely-human scent would flood my senses when I closed my eyes and I would have to check again that she wasn't right beside me. She never was. She never would be again.

I remembered clearly how she would cling to me, screaming and sobbing with nightmares of her torture at the hands of the fairy assassins. Her body had been healed with many doses of my blood over a safe amount of time, but there was no healing the terror that lingered in her mind. I recalled the bloody tears I wept as I held her, telling her why I wasn't able to save her. She had seen me healing from being held in silver by Victor, but it did nothing to relieve the terror she had to fight on her own every time she closed her eyes or during the day.

Her witchy roommate was useless in her own grief over the Were and her brother was dealing with panther issues after the death of his faithless wife. She had no one to turn to between dawn and dusk, and it was taking its toll on her.

I remember coming to look for her at work, only to be informed by the shifter that she had quit, and looked at me as though I was to blame. While I felt thrilled that she had given up a job that was beneath both her skills and status as my bonded, I was confused as to why she would take such a drastic step that she had always refused to take before and not inform me.

My maker and his opinion that a human was not good enough for a child of his. How fucking presumptuous of him. I was glad he was finally dead. I was free, or so I had thought. He had not informed me of my betrothal to the Goddamn Queen of Oklahoma. My pledging had no bearing in the matter. Sookie was my wife and the only one I was interested in taking. But her status as a human made her standing in the eyes of vampire-kind as "less". While she did not have our supernatural senses and strengths, she was not less. She was kind and generous. She was courageous and stubborn. She was foolishly self-sacrificing for those she loved. And she loved me.

I had wanted to meet the sun when I felt our bond break. To feel that hole ripped in my unbeating heart crushed me. I was sure she was dead and I planned how I would exact painful revenge on whoever murdered her before I joined her. To find out that she allowed the witch and her formerly-feline boyfriend to break the bond made me, just momentarily, want to slaughter them all. Once she explained it to me, I could grudgingly see her point and the reasons for her decision. She needed to know if the love she felt for me was really hers, or simply infatuation blown out of proportion by the shared blood.

When I regained my memories from the time I was cursed, I was stunned. I had loved her, even then, but hadn't been able to express it in a way that either of us would have recognized. And due to my fucking maker's interference, I was being torn from her. I remember perfectly the night she asked me the question I never expected to hear from her pink, luscious lips.

We lay in my bed, her with a sheen of sweat from several rounds of enthusiastic lovemaking and numerous orgasms. Her head rested on my shoulder and she tried to catch her breath. "Eric, is the only reason you're being forced into this marriage with Oklahoma the fact that I'm a human and she outranks me?" she asked softly.

"Sookie, I'm still having Cataliades searching for loopholes to get me out of it. Unfortunately, Ocella was very good at being able to foresee my intentions and would have made sure the marriage contract had little to no 'wiggle room'," I said forlornly.

She twisted and turned onto her side, looking up at me. "That doesn't answer the question. Is my mortal status the only thing that makes your pledging to me so damn disposable?"

"Lover, please understand. While I have given our bond and pledge more meaning in my life than you have in yours, the fact that you are a human matters in the eyes of the supernatural authority."

"If I were a Were or had more fairy blood or even a vampire, would I be able to be tossed aside so easily?"

I huffed out a bitter laugh. "If you were a Were or a shifter, we wouldn't be having this conversation. Neither of us would be able to stand the other on principle. If you possessed more fairy blood, we wouldn't be having this conversation either, because I would have drained you the moment you set foot in my bar years ago, if one of the other vampires hadn't gotten to you first. Your human blood tempers the fairy sweetness so that I do not lose control. And you have told me many times, much to my dismay, that you do not wish to be turned," I remind her.

The crests of her cheeks flushed pink, a sign she was getting angry. "Damn it, Eric, answer the question. If I were a vampire, would you have to marry the fucking Queen?" She didn't swear often, and it surprised me.

I took time to think about it. If she were vampire, while she wouldn't have the regal standing of a queen, she would still be considered equal enough to be pledged to a sheriff, especially if that sheriff were her maker. "Well, Sookie, if you were to be a vampire and we were pledged than no, I wouldn't have to marry the 'fucking Queen'. But, like I said, that is something that you have no interest in."

She nodded, deep in thought. I was beginning to feel dawn's pull on me and my thoughts and actions were becoming sluggish. That was the only reason I didn't respond immediately to her hoarse whisper. "Turn me, Eric."

Although it had never happened before, I had to be hearing things. She would never say those three words to me. "Sookie, say it again," I groaned. I couldn't handle her teasing.

She took a deep breath and looked in my eyes. "I want you to turn me, Eric. Since the bond was broken and I realized that I loved you for you and not just the fact that I had your blood in me, I don't want to be without you. After everything the happened with the fairies and then with Madden, the enhanced speed and strength wouldn't suck, either. I've thought a lot about this. More than I've ever let on to you. You already know I am some sort of magnet for dangerous situations. If being by your side, not only as your wife, but as your child, will help keep me with you and both of us safe, well, safer, I would be damn foolish not to do it."

Dawn was pulling me down. "Lover, while nothing would please me more, now is not the time to discuss it. I want you to think very long and hard about this. It is not something that you can change your mind about. Take the day to think about the consequences. How this would effect your relationships. With your brother, your friends, the Fairies, Weres and shifters in your life. Talk to them. I don't want this to be a decision you would come to regret and then resent me."

I heard her soft agreement before I died for the day. If I could dream, it would have been only of her and how glorious she would be as a vampire. Her temperament would be what was needed to make a successful transition.

She wasn't at my house when I woke for the evening. I knew it had been too good to be true. She hadn't been teasing me, merely going over a hypothetical situation. I tried hard not to feel hurt. I had just put one of the vile True Bloods into the microwave when I heard the garage door open. Moments later, the door opened and she skidded to a stop when she saw me in the kitchen.

"Shit, I tried to beat sundown, but I lost track of time. I meant to be here before you woke up," she gasped breathlessly. "I did what you asked. I went to Jason, to Tara and JB, to Sam and Claude and Dermot. I told them what I wanted to do. Not a single one of them tried more than once to talk me out of it. Once I went over my reasons, while I could tell," she gestured to her head, "that they weren't thrilled with the decision., they could understand why I wanted to do it. They know I love you. I know that I will most likely have to stay away from Claude and Dermot until I gain some self-control, but they get it."

I couldn't believe it was really happening. I found my voice to ask, "And what did you do with the rest of your day, my love?"

She giggled. It was a sound that I hadn't heard enough of since the fucking Fairy War. "Well, that's why I was late. I know that the body I get turned with is what I'm stuck with permanently, so I used some of what Claudine left me and got some pampering. I got massaged, waxed, buffed, and moisturized. I had my hair trimmed and a manicure and a pedicure. If we're going to do this, I want to look my best when I join you."

I was amazed that she had made such preparations. I took her hands in mine. "Sookie, are you really sure about this? I will not do this if you have even one iota of doubt." I mentally pleaded that she had no doubts. I could not, in good conscious, bring her to my side if she did. The days were gone where I would have done it anyway.

She smiled her sweet smile at me and blushed. I would miss that. "Eric, I want this. I want you. I never want our time to come to an end. I don't want you to have to marry the fucking Queen of Oklahoma because my silly, stupid pride is standing in the way. I know that you will take care of me and won't let me do things that I wouldn't be able to forgive myself for. You won't, right?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

I held her to me tightly. "I wouldn't. But your tastes of what is acceptable and what isn't may change once I turn you. Look at Pam. Does she seem like the well-bred, gentile Victorian woman? She has changed and adapted to the lifestyle. It may be different for you, not having to live and survive by secrecy and subterfuge."

She shrugged her shoulders. "We'll see." She stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around me for a kiss. After she broke away to breathe, she spoke again. "There are a few things I want to experience as a human before I'm no longer one. I want a steak dinner, then I want you to make love to me for the rest of the night. Do you think you're up for that, Cowboy?"

I was already pulling on jeans and a t-shirt. She would need the food to fuel herself for what I had planned for her last night as a human.

I took her to a vampire-friendly restaurant on the western side of Shreveport. She ordered a steak and baked potato with a salad and a glass of red wine. The wine was unusual for her, but I didn't question it. I sipped my glass of Royalty. I would need the sustenance also. It would be a very draining night (pun completely intended) for both of us.

After the meal, we made our way back to my home. "Eric, while I know the basics, can you tell me a little bit more about the whole process?" she asked softly.

I thought about what I had done when I had made the decision to turn Pam, although she had had no preparation. I decided I would not "edit" the process for her. She had a right to know exactly what would be happening. "I drain you of blood until you are on the very brink of death. I then feed you my blood to replace what you have lost. You sleep for three days in a death-like slumber while your body uses my blood to heal the damages of the initial blood loss. My blood also enhances your senses and causes you to grow fangs."

She nodded, not at all put off by what would be done. "That's pretty much what I figured. What happens when I wake up?"

I slid my hand off of the gear shift and clasped her knee. "You will most likely be completely overwhelmed. With the enhanced senses, you will see more clearly, smell and hear more sharply, and be able to taste and feel even small changes in the air. Your thought processes will also be heightened, so you will be able to think and comprehend many things at the same time. I do not know if it will affect your telepathy; that will be something we have to determine later." I turned to look at her with a smirk. "You will also be very hungry. And very horny."

She matched my smirk with one of her own. "Well, the last part I pretty much figured after having to deal with Jake when he woke up in Hadley's apartment in New Orleans." I remembered that night well, and it was not a pleasant memory. It was the night I forced Compton to confess his deception to her in the hospital. While I never wanted to be the cause of that kind of anguish, I was glad that he was no longer in her life romantically. It didn't stop him from trying, though.

That brought another question to mind. "Have you talked to Bill about this? Or Pam, for that matter?" I didn't think she would talk to Bill, but she had a way of surprising me, which was hard to do. Pam, though, was the closest friend she had that was a vampire, and if things went as planned, they would be sisters. That thought put a smile on my face and I was glad that they already liked each other so much.

She shook her head. "Besides the friends and family I talked to earlier today, you're the only other person I've told. I didn't want to talk to Bill. He'd just get his hopes up that I would let him turn me and, sorry, but that will not happen. He was domineering enough when we were dating; can you imagine the power trip he'd get as my maker? No thank you. As for Pam... I thought about talking to her. But she's still dealing with the loss of Miriam. Speaking of which, don't you need to run the whole 'turning me' thing past Felipe for approval?"

Damn it. I hadn't thought about that. "In this case, I will adhere to the saying that it is better to seek forgiveness than approval. You are already under his protection and he considers you his 'royal telepath'. Even when Madden was around, I was the best sheriff in all of his combined territories. You are valuable to him, and so is my area. If anything, I will get a slap on the wrist." I made myself believe that.

When we arrived at my house, her eyes lost the curiosity they had held during the drive and filled with lust. I loved to see her eyes darken like that. After the fairies tortured her, it was hard for her to let her control slip so that she could enjoy sex, but eventually she was able to let go when she was with me. In that way, she trusted me more than anyone else in her life, and I was honored with that gift. I treasured it.

We entered the kitchen and she walked backward, facing me. So very slowly, she unbuttoned the sleeveless blouse she wore out for our dinner. I followed in a daze. I realized that what I had wanted for so long was actually going to happen, and happen soon. She slid the shirt off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She kept walking. She unfastened the button and unzipped her skirt and let that slide to the floor also. Seeing my love, my wife, my soon-to-be progeny walking in nothing but black lace lingerie made my fangs drop. My following became more of a predator stalking it's prey and she saw the moment it changed. She had nothing to fear from me, but the chase was something I could not resist. She winked at me, spun on the ball of her foot and took off running.

The silly girl knew there was no way to outrun me. The smell of her arousal trailed behind her like a wake and I still pursued her slowly. I followed her scent to my bedroom, where I had known she would go. She knew that I would know that also. I found her laying in wait for me on my bed. She was still in her bra and panties and her eyes were smoldering as she watched me. I slowly advanced on her, unbuttoning my shirt at the same slow pace that she had. I knew she wanted me to take her, to make love to her, to fuck her until she was too exhausted to take anymore. I had other plans for how I wanted this to go.

I had fallen in love with her while I was cursed. I had fallen for a frail, warm blooded, breathing, mortal woman. After tonight, she would be none of those things. I joined her on the bed and ghosted my fingers over her soft skin, marveling at the heat her body generated. Her eyes closed for just a moment at my touch and she sighed so softly, only a vampire could have heard it. I rested my head on her chest, listening to the thud of her heart beating and the irregular breaths being drawn into her lungs. She was giving up so much to be with me, and I only hoped that she would never regret it. I wanted her to know how truly thankful I was that she was willing to give up her life to join me in the night.

I ran my fingers through her silky hair, smiling softly at the fact that it was, as she had pointed out so long ago, the exact same shade as my own. I wanted to memorize every warm inch of her skin. I traced the lines of her face with my fingertips, drawing them down her neck and over her breasts. Her nipples hardened under my touch, but I let them be for the moment. This was not about foreplay; this was me, showing her adoration. I continued running my hands further down, over her stomach and hips, feeling the scars left over from her torture. I saw a small circular scar in the inside of her knee that she told me long ago was from when she had chicken pox as a child. I leaned in and kissed the small imperfection before continuing my exploration.

When I reached her feet. I asked her quietly to turn over. When she was laying on her stomach, I let my fingers slide up her legs and I was only barely able to stop myself from grabbing the beautiful globes of her ass. I unclasped her bra when I reached her back and traced over the scars left by the maenad and the Fellowship of the Sun fanatic that staked her in Mississippi. At her shoulder there was another scar, this one left by a bullet that I had not been able to take for her. I leaned down and pressed my lips to this one also. A normal human would be amazed that her small, delicate body had taken so much punishment and she stayed alive. Even a vampire would be impressed at her survival abilities.

I knew I was.

She was becoming impatient and started squirming underneath me. I appreciated the patience she had shown so far and was determined to repay her for her restraint. I had her turn again onto her back as I slid her bra straps down her arms. Her full breasts filled my hands, her nipples pebbling even more against my palms. I leaned down and captured her lips is a kiss that hoped conveyed to her everything that I felt: love, devotion, thankfulness, lust, desire, and amazement. Her tongue tangled with mine, caressing my fangs with the deft muscle, making me shiver. She would learn soon enough how sensitive they were to warmth and pressure.

One hand tangled into the long strands of my hair while the other ran its nails up and down my spine. I moaned into her mouth with the sensations she made me feel. Over one thousand years and this little girl made me feel things that I had never felt before. I was grateful beyond words. And after tonight, she would be by my side for eternity.

I broke away from her mouth and kissed my way slowly down her body, following the path my fingers had taken earlier. Her skin erupted in goosebumps as I nuzzled into her neck and nipped at her earlobe. I spent a good deal more time with her breasts than I had with my previous exploration. I kissed the valley between them and moved my lips to latch onto one perfectly pink, hard bud and teased it gently with only the tip of my tongue. She groaned and sighed under me, pressing down on my head urging me for more contact. I smiled against her skin and moved to the other side, determined to worship her perfect tits equally.

I licked and kissed over her stomach, sliding my hands down to shed her of her tiny black lace panties. She squirmed and lifted her hips to aid me. I ran my fingers through her wet folds, savoring her warmth yet again. I leaned back to watch her as I pleasured her only with my hand. Her eyes were locked on mine and her breathing was heavy. I slid a single finger into her dripping pussy and lost eye contact for a brief moment when her eyes rolled back just slightly. When they returned to me, I added a second digit and was rewarded with a moan and a plea for more.

Thrusting my hand slowly, I made myself comfortable between her legs and swiped my tongue leisurely through her lower lips. Her hips bucked upward and I smiled again at how responsive she was to me. Slowly and gently, I added a third finger. Almost immediately I could feel the soft pulses of her walls and I knew she was close. I closed my lips around her clit and nipped at it gently with my blunt teeth. She screamed my name and clenched down on my fingers. I didn't stop thrusting them while she came. She wanted to experience things one last time as a human, and I was going to do everything I could to make sure they were the very best experiences of her mortal life. As I knew it would, I could feel another blossoming orgasm begin before the first one ended. I sucked slightly harder on her bundle of nerves and stroked her g-spot with each pass of my fingers. By the time I allowed her to come down, she was a sweaty, debauched mess and I couldn't remember a time she had looked more beautiful.

I was still wearing the dress pants I had worn to dinner and they were decidedly uncomfortable as I slid myself up her body. "Lover, I hope you are prepared for what I want to do to you tonight. That jar you wished for once upon a time should be positively overflowing in the hours we have remaining."

She gave me a breathless giggle and wrapped her arms around my neck, resting her forehead against my chest. "I love you, Eric. So much. I couldn't do this otherwise."

I kissed her and let her taste herself on my lips. Her hands found their way to my waist band and began working to get my pants off. I was more than anxious to shed them myself and did what I could to assist her. Deciding I had more than enough clothes thanks to Pam's shopping sprees, I ripped the damn things off my body and tossed the scraps away. While I wanted to take my time and savor her, it didn't mean that I wanted to waste time on pointless undressing either. She slid her small hand down my torso and murmured her appreciation of my body. "You're so beautiful. Everything about you is magnificent."

I whispered in her ear the explicit compliments of her own form that brought her blood to the surface as she blushed. I hovered over her, watching her eyes, and lined up my cock with her entrance. I felt her muscles stretch as I entered her slowly and savored her moans of pleasure. When I filled her to the hilt, I stilled and enjoyed the feeling of her wet, silken warmth encasing me. I dipped my head and kissed her heatedly before drawing back to only my tip rested inside of her.

I kept my thrusts slow but hard, drawing out her pleasure. Her legs were wrapped around my waist and she was bucking her hips with each thrust in an attempt to take me deeper. It still astounded me how her tiny, frail body was able to take all of me and remain so tight. She was my perfect mate, and soon she would be mine forever.

I sped up my thrusts, feeling my own orgasm growing. "Come with me, Lover. Come for me now," I growled in her ear and was immediately rewarded with her voice, raspy from heavy breathing, crying out my name intermixed with that of her God. Her orgasm drew my own, and I called out to my own gods in my native tongue.

We spent the rest of the night bringing each other to levels of pleasure previously unknown between us. Two hours before sunrise, I looked up at her as she rode me. "Sookie, we need to start. I don't remember how long it will take, but I would rather be on the safe side and not collapse in the middle of feeding you." I was proud of myself for being so coherent as she writhed above me.

I turned so I was over her again and sucked and nipped at her neck, preparing her carotid artery for my bite. Knowing my fangs were not as painful in the throws of passion, I continued thrusting into her, timing my bite with her orgasm. When I felt her starting to come, I sped up my hips and she threw her head back in ecstasy. I leaned in and with a final kiss, I sank my fangs into her neck and drank deeply.

A/N: Like I said, this was SUPPOSED to be a one-shot, but Storiesforevy convinced me otherwise. I have ¾ of this already written and will probably finish tomorrow night, God Willing. I really look forward to hearing for y'all, your thoughts on how this seems to be going.