A/N: Hello everyone.

First of all, thank you for all your reviews and I hope you don't mind it if I answer them here. :) A big thank you to those who liked my story so far, hope it wouldn't disappoint you.

Now, when I began to write this, I knew there would be controversial opinions on it, because the opinions about Willa are controversial. If you don't like her, I don't expect you to like the story, cause I myself have characters I don't like, and I don't even read stories about them. But, there are those who like Willa. I can't say I love her, like I love Pam or Eric or even Jessica, but I don't hate her, and the idea of Eric having a new progeny is interesting.

I am also a Paric shipper, generally, but this idea just kinda popped up into my mind, and it seemed interesting to write this.

Secondly, I can promise you this will not be a threeway. With Pam and Nora it seemed right, which it doesn't in this case. And if you don't like the Eric/Willa pairing, I can also say that's not where I'm taking it. If there would be some lemons with this pairing, it will be only Willa's dreams, cause – really – we can't deny her attraction towards Eric. Really, can we blame her for that? :)

So… excuse me for such a long message, and enjoy reading the first chapter.

Chapter One

Changes

"The past can't be changed, can it? It can just be forgiven."

Elizabeth George

It always seemed to her that changes in life never happened all of a sudden, and when someone told her his or her life turned upside down in a night or two, she thought – 'It started much longer ago. They just did not see the changes coming.'

She knew of people who could change someone's life by simply stepping into it. And from the moment she knew him, she understood Eric Northman was one of them. When she chose to save her life by cooperating with him, she knew her life was going to change. What she didn't know was just how much it would.

But he proved her wrong. He changed her world-view, changed her beliefs, by changing her life in a terrifically short time. One night she let him into her life, and the next one she woke up into another one, a life that was foreign to her. She woke up being something else. Someone else. A person she had yet to learn to cope with.

How much time had passed since she had been just a simple human girl, sleeping peacefully in her bedroom in a virgin white nightgown? Four weeks? Five? It seemed to her like years had passed, decades, even. That life when she was just daddy's little girl was long since forgotten. She had exchanged it for a life in the dark, a life full of sin and mystery. Looking into two deep pools of blue, so full of wisdom, she had sold her soul to the devil.

A lot of things happened in a short period of time. When she thought about it, the events were blurring in front of her eyes, as if in fast forward motion. Her death. Her rebirth. Eric's command. Her father's fear. Her pain. Her physical pain at being shot, and the other pain – the pain of her father's betrayal. The camp. Nora. The blood. The sun…

She remembered her feelings of pure joy at bathing in the warm rays of the sun again. Her all-engulfing euphoria at seeing the daylight again. And this – after only a week or so of being a vampire. She tried, but couldn't fully comprehend the meaning of the sun for vampires that were centuries old. She forgot her problems, the war still going on. Everything she knew, was that she was feeling good.

And then the buzz wore off. She looked for Eric, but could not find him. That's when she noticed that Pam wasn't there, either. She asked Tara, and her answer left her speechless. She said Pam had left, to search for Eric. A logical question popped up into her mind: "Why had Eric left?" Tara's answer came fast: "I don't give a shit why he did!" 'But still… And what happened to Nora?...'

But her questions were left unanswered for the moment, as the days passed, and then the weeks. She and Tara had almost lost their hope that their makers will ever return. And then, all of a sudden, the day came when they did. There were no ceremonies. They just landed in front of them, surprising them both, before Eric muttered a charming "Good evening, ladies", accompanied by Pam's sarcastic smirk. They were acting as if nothing happened, as if nothing has changed. But it did. They did. And the first change both Tara and Willa could notice, was the way Eric and Pam behaved around each other. They were both a little tense and talked seldom. It seemed to Willa that they both had a lot of things to say to each other, but they either didn't know how to begin, or were afraid that it will only drive them further away from each other.

Eric said they will open Fangtasia again, and somehow Willa intuited the reason. Fangtasia was nearly the only thing that remained from Eric's previous life – the life before the war.

In the week ahead, all of them waited as the bar was being restored. The four of them lived in a house, and she spent a lot of time with Tara. She knew both Pam and Eric preferred to be left alone. She wanted to go to her maker, or to Pam, to ask what had happened, but she had a feeling she should not. If her maker wasn't speaking with Pam, than her presence had to be even less desirable.

A week later they opened the bar. Eric and Pam had little conversation from time to time, though it was almost always strictly business. But on the brief occasions when the two of them spoke to each other, Willa caught herself watching, silently observing them, though trying not to make it too obvious. It was driven equally parts by her jealousy towards her elder sister, as by her curiosity on how the two of them interacted. She felt the emotions they were expressing, emotions directed towards each other. She felt the tension between them, ready to explode at any moment.

Yes. She was jealous of Pam. Even if Pam and Eric were distant now, she knew there were deep feelings between them. A deep, a very deep bond. A especially close one. And she was jealous, not because Pam had it, but because she herself did not.

She knew they had been lovers. She had studied psychology at the college, and she could feel such things, from the way they spoke to each other, from the way they could intrude each other's personal space without being uncomfortable about it. She knew, and she was jealous, even if it ended a long time ago.

Everyone who had known them earlier knew something was wrong between them, but Willa was able to see deeper, to notice more than that. She knew there was a conflict between them, and, though she didn't know what the conflict was about, she knew that it was getting hotter and hotter by the day. The fact that they weren't talking wasn't helping the situation. Their resentment grew inside them day after day, and the tension between them grew also.

One day, their patience would break like a thin slice of ice, and they would say to each other everything they want to, yelling and shouting. But, for now, they chose to keep silent, building up the tension until it would explode.

Willa remembered her earlier conversation with Pam, and wondered. How did she know? How? Her sister had described what she felt so closely to the truth she wondered briefly if she was able to feel her emotions too, like Eric did.

Her sister… Pam was Eric's progeny, too, just like she was. Was it possible that the feelings Pam had described were the ones she herself had experienced, all those years ago, when she was made? Did she feel the same way Willa did?

Confused? Scared?

Hungry…

Did she feel the same way about Eric? Did she want him just as much? Was she just as unable to control herself around him? Was it his blood inside her that was making him so desirable? Or was it him?

The questions were swirling in her mind over and over again, making her dizzy. Everything was so fucking complicated!

If only she had let him kill her then, when he came to her window. Everything would be so much simpler now!

But the past can't be changed, can it?