2 - Found in the Blood

"It feels like I am wearing this seat," Sookie said as she wiggled around for a minute and worked the buttons on the side until she found the exact comfy spot. "Nice car. I know you told me you had money. From the looks of things, you really could buy me the world."

Laughter came from the driver's side of the car. "Lover, that is my intent. For this occasion, I like the Bentley. It is a bit much for this part of Louisiana, but I wanted you to be comfortable. The two-door is sleek, fast and somewhat sexy looking as well as being practical. If we are bringing Miss Newlin home, we just might need space in the trunk."

Sookie could only laugh at herself as she remembered from years ago the conditions she had put forth to Eric. That while she was working for him, he would not hurt the humans that were guilty of wrongdoing. That the law would decide. Well she had removed Debbie Pelt's face with a shotgun. She did not believe in taking the law into her own hands, but she had learned the hard way that there were much bigger things in this world than what she had held to be true as a sweet innocent. She was now taking a stand for Sookie and Eric. Placing her hand on his leg, Eric grasped it in his.

"It is whatever you want, Eric," Sookie brought his hand to her lips for a kiss. "The only side I am standin' on is yours."

"Thank you lover," he brought her hand to his lips and placed a passion filled kiss there. Placing it on his thigh, he then placed his hand on top of hers.

"Did you decide about which car we will need in California?" she asked.

"Yes, we will just load this one onto the plane. This is L.A. Your auto speaks to who you are. We are going to blend in and walk out with the bitch."

"Perfect," Sookie grinned. "'Eric, you know I love you and not just for your big dick or the endless orgasms. The fact that you have money...well...I think I could really like that as well."

Laughing he looked over at her. "I know something I would like," his eyes smoldered at her. "You, here, on my lap, facing me. My zipper undone, your dress pulled up around your waist and your sweet womanly parts grasped around my big manly one. King Eric thinks this is a very fine idea as well. He just told me so. We both agree this will make the time go much faster."

"Oh I am sure King Eric is speakin' all right," she chuckled. "Looks like to me he is doin' cheers in your pants the way he is jumpin' around."

"Oh lover," Eric's voice was low and hummed through her. Gawd, she loved it when he put that rumble in his voice. It made her wet!

But this business had to be taken care of first. She would like to be able to sit face to face with him and have this discussion. But maybe not.

"Yes...your manly parts," Sookie turned to face him, her voice soft. "Eric I would really like to sit with you and have this discussion. But us having sex while you are drivin' is somethin' we have never done before, so I could maybe say yes to that. But we need to talk first."

His eyes lingered on her. What ever this was, it was serious.

"The sex can wait," his voice was even. "What is it that concerns you?"

"Eric, when you were human, did you ever want kids?" she asked.

"Oh...Sookie..." the words were quiet. Pulling over, he stopped the car and looked at her. "I cannot do this lover, I cannot have that discussion with you. The what if's and if onlys. I am vampire, not human." Searching her eyes, he did not see that she wanted the impossible. There was only love in her eyes for him.

"Yes," she smiled at him. "Vampire. I spent a lot of time thinking about things today," she let out a happy sigh and ran her fingers through his hair. "This is going to be that conversation that if you do make me pregnant, don't think that I have been unfaithful."

Eric drew back a bit and studied every part of her. He was beginning to read just a bit of her aura, as well. She shimmered with the sparkles of humanity and something more. "I must admit, I am curious, lover. What has been going on in that brain of yours?" he said as he pulled back onto the highway.

"All kinds of thoughts. Warlow in particular. "

"Warlow," rumbled through Eric in disgust.

"Eric, even as much as I despise him, right now I am grateful for his lying and woman beating ways."

"What?" Eric seethed and looked over at her.

"Yes, he wanted to marry me, I said no, hit him with some fae light, he hit me with his hand and tied me up so that he could turn me."

"What!" Eric hissed. "I knew I should have drained that fucker!"

"Yes," Sookie nodded in agreement. "What a loser. But I think he is going to be our happily ever after. Just a little bit of the family history, here," she smiled at him. "He was half fae. The half of him that was vamp was from Lilith. I am his descendent."

Eric shook his head in disgust. "I was never big on incest," was all he had in the way of a reply.

"Well yes, I felt a little dirty myself. But a hundred or so years ago a document was signed giving him the rights of marriage to the first born Stackhouse female. That would be me.

After lying to me, eventually he told me that he had waited thousands of years for me to be born so that he could have a mate that would give him a family. By desiring a family, I believe that means he at least thought that he was fertile as well. He could day walk, eat, and had the powers and abilities of the vampire."

"The perfect mix," Eric said thoughtfully.

"Yes," Sookie nodded in agreement. "Which raises a lot of questions. If he turned me, how did he know that I would still be part fae? I mean, even the tiny bit that I am. Why would vampire not override everythin' and just leave me vampire?

Fae comes with different gifts. I guess one of the questions would be what was Warlow's gift? He was so sure of himself Eric, so confident. What the hell could he do to make sure I staid fae after being turned?

This is what I do know:

You almost drained Warlow.

Bill partook as well and shared his blood with the vamps and claims he was drained and that is why he has been reborn.

When Warlow died, so did the day walking ability.

Now, you carried the virus for thirty days. That is unheard of. That has got to be Warlow's blood. And clearly the fae in me works in conjunction with the fae in you. I mean obviously, that tells me there had to be a family connection for whatever he was going to do to me to work.

Which brings me to this moment. I know you told me that due to your age, that when you would cum, you would have a light pink discharge. When I washed up after sex before we walked out the door, there was your discharge on the wash cloth." She brought his hand to her lips for a kiss. "It was not pink. It felt and looked like semen."

Eric's eyes held hers. There was no mistaking the grin on his face.

"You need eyes on the road, Northman," she laughed at him as she leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"You believe," he was thinking faster than a computer could process the input information, "that when you hit my entire scrotum area with the blue fire, you woke something up?" Eric looked back over at her.

"I think maybe we woke up a whole lot of somethings," Sookie smiled shyly at him.

He was thoughtful but there was a faint smile about his lips. A genuine smile. Bringing her hand to his lips once more, he kissed it softly before he returned it to his thigh.

"What do you think would happen if you not as aggressively warmed me up in that area, again?" he asked her.

"I don't know," she smiled at him. "But I take that as meaning you are not adverse to the idea of a baby."

"Oh lover," she could see the tears trickling down his face, "not at all."

"Good, because that thought led me to another thought. And by the way, I have got to tell Pam how much I love the Mac. I went out looking at the cause and effect of sunburn, UV rays in general and does sunscreen really work?

Here is what I found out:

Folks with dark skin are not so likely to burn. That is because they have more melanin than other folks. The lighter the skin tone, the more likely they are to burn."

"From my human days, I know this to be true," Eric nodded in agreement.

"Now, as humans, all vamps had melanin. Now that you are undead, you still carry your original color but the melanin is dead and can no longer act as a sunscreen. Therefore, UV and vamps do not get along.

Which brings me to the big question? With my magical, fae, low burn hands, can I toast you to a golden brown? Would that wake up the melanin in you? Then, could I slather you in sunscreen and with a cool pair of shades, can we go for a walk during the day. Maybe not in lower California, the UV index there is the highest anywhere. But say maybe, cheat sunrise by a couple of hours and sunset?"

"Lover," her grinned, "that might be doable. But what about the bleeds during the day?" Eric asked.

"Been thinkin' about those as well. Now, if vamps don't sleep during the day, the bleeds come on. I think this is because when humans sleep, that is when we heal. While we are sleeping that is when the pituitary gland shuts down and the body goes into a state of rest. There are also chemicals that are released when children sleep that causes them to grow. Sleep is a magical thing. I think if we wake up the melanin, that your sleep pattern is going to change as well. That it will put you back on awake days cycle and the bleeds just might become a thing of the past.

We are all geared for survival. Everything on this planet has it built into its DNA. And since vamps cannot do UV, your sleep rhythm had to change to protect you and ensure that you had a chance at survival as well."

"A chance at survival?" he was thoughtful. "Sookie, Godric said he did not know why there was vampire. Only that we were. And maybe it was wrong that we existed."

"Eric," she sighed. "I do not know why there are Supes. Or Fae. Or why God decided that the sun should come up in the East instead of the West. I just don't know. But here is what I do know. I love you. And if vampire had to exist to get us, as in you and me, to this time and place, woo fucking hoo! I am aboard that train. And I am Warlow's descendent and running through your veins is a lot of his blood and this is going to happen."

Sookie heard Eric's fangs snick down. "He is still a fucking piece of Were shit," he hissed.

"Well yes," she replied matter of fact. "But he is the key. He saw something in me that made him think all of this was doable. And I think there is enough of him in you to make these things happen. Maybe not twenty-four, seven, but for special days and special events when you would like to be present. Fuck that shit," she sputtered. "Why not twenty-four, seven. We both will be monitoring your skin for the HepV veins. Maybe after a month of you being clean we could start with me having your blood..."

"I have to be clean six months, Sookie, minimum," Eric's voice was stern.

"Okay, six months, then we need to start doing a regular blood exchange. I am just back to if that sick fucker could day walk, eat food and make babies, then my sweet Eric should be able to do so as well. And we'll find in you whatever gift Warlow had. I just know it. Personally, I think you are one-hundred percent and you should start to manifest whatever it is. I know it sounds like I am getting my hopes up, but I am being rational about all of this. The magic is there."

"That is a lot to think about lover," Eric raised her hand for another kiss.

"You got room for me there in that seat with you?" she asked sweetly.

"No thought there required," he grinned as he heard the click of her seat belt.

Unzipping his pants, King Eric was there to greet her. "Did he just shout Happy New Year?" Sookie asked, her face perplexed.

"I don't know lover," Eric grinned, "why don't you just bend your head down there and ask him yourself."

"Eric," she arched her eyebrow at him, "I may be blonde, but I am not that blonde. Cute come on for a blow job though."

Her eyes went down to his crotch again. "Did he just say I was a natural blonde and beautiful in my nakedness? His English accent is a little thick. I like it though. Is that a Swedish or Old Norse accent?"

"That is," Eric's wicked laughter filled the car as he pulled her over and helped her straddle him. Once she was impaled on him, he sighed out, "The language of love."

The loving had been most excellent. In a car...her sitting on the driver! That was a first for her. Eric, she smiled to herself, she was sure that had not been a first for Eric.

"Eric," she looked up at him as she ran her hands up and down the back of his neck. "You know that a baby would just be the icing on the cake, but you are the cake. I was so tired and weary of being without you. I am blessed to be with you. And if it is only you and I, I am good with that."

"I love you Sookie Stackhouse," he said as he ran his hand through her hair. "And you are correct. If for no other reason there is vampire is because that is the only way we could be together, then so be it.

And you are right about Warlow's gift manifesting. There are subtle changes in me. And yes, I believe the HepV is gone. Not a whisper of it left. But still, we will be cautious. Besides, Pam would stake both of us if she thought we were not being mindful of you," he kissed her on the nose.

"We are coming up on the airport," Sookie rubbed her face into his chest.

"The plane will be waiting for us. As much as I hate for you to move, I don't think the lady in you would approve of the crew seeing you sitting on me like this."

"Damn straight," she kissed him on the neck. "Some things just should be private. They have no business knowing that King Eric speaks with an accent."

Laughing, Eric helped her off of him and with a sigh, righting her dress, back into her seat. Soon they would be airborne and he could make love to Sookie on the plane, but when they landed the ugly business was going to start. Sarah was going to be his child and in the trunk of the car was a vile of HepV. Welcome to the world of the infected vampire.