So there's the name Jason at the bottom of chapter one and I just now realized that. Just thought I'd take this moment to clarify that I am not a crazy person whose name is Jason and am using the character from True Blood Jason for some weird Mary-sue type…whatever lol. I am a female whose name is not Jason…not that there would be anything wrong with that name, but yeah in this moment that would be weird lol. Just a slasher who believes there needs to be more True Blood slash! Hope you all are still with me, I know it's been a ridiculously long time since I updated this story :( sorry. Also if you read Watchingyou might be happy to know that I'm halfway through chapter five :D so never fear! On to the story and oh, just a warning it's getting darker. Have faith and mind the rating so I don't get any angry comments :)

And here we go….

Jason

-Dream-

Jason is running through the woods with Sookie not far behind. Lightning bugs send small pin points of light slicing through the darkness; adding that spark of magic. He always felt safe in the woods even though his parents were so protective when they were alive that he could never enter them. Now it's only been a few months since the accident and his Gram doesn't seem to have the heart to deny them anything.

He listens as Sookie seems to fall farther and farther behind, but he can't stop running. If he does the pain will catch up, the magic will end and he'll be alone again. When he finally collapses he's not sure how long he's been running, but he's in a part of the woods he doesn't recognize. Turning in a circle to find some familiar markings Jason notices that all of the trees look the same.

He stops.

A frantic feeling comes over him when he realizes now he can't tell which way he came from. The trees sway rustling the leaves, but besides that the darkness is eerie and quiet. Jason can't hear one sound of wildlife. A snap sounds in the distance, swinging in that direction Jason meets a pair of glowing eyes. A growl resonates in the small clearing he is in and is answered by a second. A wolf makes its way out of the underbrush and all Jason can think to do is drop to the ground.

"Never try to out run a wild animal Jason."

He remembers his father's words and hopes that this is the right thing to do, that he can by some grace of God go unnoticed by the wolves. Huge paws make their way towards him and then they start to circle Jason like the sharks in that movie he saw. The growls grow more excited, deeper the faster they circle. A snout touches Jason on the head and he only has a moment of heart stopping terror before it's gone. The sounds of whimpering and squeals of pain take the place of those vicious growls and Jason lifts his head in time to see a naked man lying not too far away from him and a wolf running off in the distance.

The moonlight falling on Jason is blotted out as a tall silhouette stands over him. Crouching down the figure lifts Jason gently into its arms and starts to walk. Breathing deeply Jason tries to calm himself before looking up at the man carrying him. He can't make out much of his facial features or clothes, but he can see the fang pendent hanging from his neck. Reaching out a hand Jason grabs the pendent and tries to inspect it. Its drawls the man's attention and he looks down at Jason with ice blue eyes that couldn't possibly be more disconnected.

Surprisingly a feeling of safety overcomes Jason, he feels safer right now than he ever had running through the woods. A cry of his name sounds in the distance causing Jason's head to snap in that direction; the man's gaze remains on the burden in his arms. Hesitantly Jason looks back up at the stranger before he starts to move to free himself; in a swift movement the man deposits him on the ground.

"Thank you." Jason says.

The stranger says nothing, just gently prods him in the direction of his searching family and neighbors. When his Grams has him folded into her embrace he looks back to where he left his rescuer, but he's already disappeared back into the night. After he's finished telling everyone about the wolf he notices a lot of their faces look skeptical, when they ask him how he got away he comes up with a grand story. He doesn't want to tell them about the man since he doesn't think they will believe him. No, he'll keep that part of his adventure to himself.

-End Dream-

Buzz.

Buzz.

With a deep intake of breath Jason wakes up as his phone vibrates on the bedside table; his body screams in protest when he reaches to switch off the offending noise. Slumping back into his bed with a sigh Jason thinks back to his dream, its' been years since he last had one like it. Countless dreams of unfortunate childhood events rotate nightly in his head, but this one had been absent as of late. All of his dreams that take place at night have one thing in common…a tall, strange man that always seems to be lurking around. Jason wouldn't call these memories because they're not exact accounts of what happened; at least that's what his Grams told him.

With a final groan of resignation Jason rolls himself out of bed to find his clothes and get to work.

Eric

He can hear Pam walk down the stairs as he plunges into the moaning woman beneath him. The sound of slapping skin on skin is the only other sound in the room as Eric moves almost mechanically; driving harder and faster to find release. Pam sighs slightly before leaning against the wall to wait for the show to be over. A scream issues from the woman's lips and Eric stills as they both cum, before the panting woman can come down from her high Eric removes her arms from around her neck and walks over to his clothes.

"Wait, where are you going?" the woman asks, reaching out a hand to touch Eric's arm.

"Get out." Eric says as he walks towards Pam, "What is it?"

The woman doesn't take the abrupt response as a dismissal and shamelessly rises from the table and runs to stand in front of Eric; her hands on his hard chest.

"What do you mean 'get out'? We can go again can't we, baby?" She moves her hands up to his face and stands on her tippy toes. "Give me a little of your blood and I'll be ready-"

The woman's lips almost brush Eric's before she is cut off by a hand around her throat. A threatening, but not lethal pressure is exerted as Eric calmly meets her gaze to covey his seriousness,

"Get. Out."

His voice holds no emotion as he releases the terrified woman. She rushes to the corner and slides into her jeans before grabbing her shirt as she rushes up the stairs and out of sight.

"I take it you saw Jason, he still as gorgeous as ever?" Pam's sarcastic drawl questions.

Eric growls as his fangs descend. Pam gives him an unimpressed look, "hmm, must look even better." Every time her maker goes to check on the Stackhouse's he comes back in a storm like mood that's lasts for weeks. Men and women get fucked; employees get yelled at; the storm calms and then he goes back to start the cycle all over again. Though he'll never admit it Pam can tell being so far away from them causes Eric stress. Try as he might he is ordered to get no closer than Shreveport except for when he checks in.

And she can always tell what's on his mind; she'll never forget when he brought Jason here a few nights after his parents were killed. After an hour of searching Eric found him surrounded by a gang and covered from head to foot in bruises and blood. "They didn't last long" she thinks with a smirk. Eric was not a kind man, especially not to humans, but Jason was different. Pam watches as Eric takes the fang pendent he always wears and runs his thumb over the smooth surface before sliding it over his head. She can still see Jason and Eric's first interaction clearly; she knew even then that Eric was a goner.

-Flashback-

Pam was herding the last of Fangtasia's customers out when the door swings open with a bang that fills the entire room. Eric walks carefully inside, mindful of the bundle in his arms. With a look that clearly says, "Get rid of them" Eric walks to his office door which is also opened with the same violence before it swings close with momentum. Returning her attention to the frozen stragglers Pam simple points to the door,

"Out."

Arriving at Eric's office she enters to see him talking softly to a small boy sitting on his desk. The boy, Jason she makes out, has a cut running from temple to chin and enough bruising that it's difficult for her to make out his face structure. Eric examines the boy's face before reaching for a glass and walking around the desk,

"Stay here." He says, passing Pam on his way out into the bar.

"What are you doing?"

Her question is answered when Eric bites into his wrist before letting the blood slide into the glass. Once a good amount has been given Eric waits for the wound to close before taking the blood filled glass back to Jason. "He didn't want to scare the kid" Pam thinks with a hint of surprise.

"Drink this."

After a moment of hesitation Jason takes the glass from Eric, careful not to touch his skin, before drinking. Slowly his wounds seep back into nonexistence and a surprised look flashes across his face.

"Thanks." Jason's mumbles, he looks around the office with apprehension, "What are going to do with me?"

"First tell me why you were walking around back allies in the middle of the night."

Jason's breathe hitches and his eyes start to fill as he thinks of what lead to him running away. It's been almost a week since his parents have died in the flashflood and he had been taken to live with his grandmother. Considering he and Sookie could have been separated he's glad she took them in, but now his Uncle has almost unlimited access to them. He shudders as he thinks of the man; Jason knows that if he loses interest in Jason he'll go after Sookie and its Jason's job to protect his sister. "But I don't want him to touch me anymore." Jason thinks as tears slid down his face.

"Please, don't send me back. I don't…I need to protect Sook, but I don't wanna do that…" He says in a choked voice.

Pam can drawl her own conclusions, looking at Eric she doesn't see the calm collected maker she is used to. No, this man, this thing that harms children will die. Eric's blue eyes have frozen to a point that reminds her of why he is feared in the vampire community. He reaches out a hand to touch Jason's hair before he pulls back at the last moment,

"Unga en, where is your sister?"

A devastated look crosses Jason's face, "She's still with my Gram," he slides off the desk. "I didn't wanna leave her there alone, what if he…I have to go back."

He slides off the desk and walks past Pam to leave the office; a moment later Eric is in front of him blocking his escape. They stare at each other for a long moment before Eric crouches down and they are face to face, Jason's eyes go to the pendent hanging around Eric's neck. With a hesitant hand he reaches out and touches the large fang, "what could it be from?"

"Jason, I would never send you back to someone that is harming you, tell me who's doing this to you and I promise I'll take care of it." Eric says softly.

"Why? I don't even know you so why are you…"

Eric brings his hand up to cover Jason's where it rests on the pendent,

"It's my duty to keep you safe."

Pam can barely believe what she's seeing. So this is one of the humans Eric has been following in Bon Temps. Her maker has disappeared several times a month leaving her instructions to watch over the happenings of Fangtasia, only after he arrived back a few years earlier covered in blood did she finally pry the reasoning from him. He had been assigned the task of keeping two Fae children from harm; she can still remember the demand in his voice as he told her the consequences of ever telling another about them. She would've been insulted, but it was obvious the stress Eric was under and that was all she needed to hear, Pam is nothing if not loyal.

Jason lifts his gaze to meet Eric's and Pam is momentarily stunned by how ancient his eyes seem. His grip on the pendent tightens,

"You swear you'll protect me? Always?"

Eric tilts his head down a fraction and his eyes are more open and sincere than they've been in hundreds of years,

"I swear."

Jason is taken home within the hour and his grandmother meets Eric for the first time; she hopes it is the last.

Uncle Bartlett is found the next morning, spread throughout his home in pieces.

-End Flashback-

Eric finishes dressing and walks up the stairs snapping Pam out of her memory. The club is noisy and bustling, something that would normally put Eric in a good mood. His temperament must've showed on his face because humans and vampires alike scurry out of his way as he heads to his chair. The more he stares at the customers with a menacing look the more tense the atmosphere becomes, leaning down to talk into his ear she says,

"You need to calm down before you chase everyone out of here." After he forces his shoulders to unstiffen she asks, "Did something happen to Jason?"

His hands clench on the arms of the chair and when she convinced herself that he wasn't going to answer he replies,

"Wolves have been seen around his home."

"Then why are you here?"

The chair cracks and anger flairs up in his eyes, "I can't go to him unless ordered or in extreme circumstances, you know that."

"…What about Sookie?"

A sigh escapes Eric and he would've slumped over had others not been watching,

"She is top priority and I can see her anytime I wish. But I'm strictly forbidden to see Jason outside of check in's."

Pam can hear the bone deep weariness in her maker's voice as he says this. She knows that Eric would meet the true death to keep Sookie safe, but she also knows that there is no limit to what he would do to keep Jason protected and, though he'll never admit it, happy. This fact has been noticed by The Authority and is used at any given moment to keep Eric in line. The constant worry and stress that builds up each month until each check in almost causes him to snap.

Pam it loyal, there is no way she can let her maker go through so much pain. What she suggests next might be the death of them both, but if that's what it takes,

"I don't know what The Authority would do to you if you went to Jason, but I do know that you will never forgive yourself if something hurts him and you could've stopped it."

Eric looks at her and seems to calm, standing he and Pam walk to his office where he grabs his leather jacket and keys. Outside he gets into his Ferrari and before he can say anything Pam says,

"I know, take care of the club. And if you need me…" She trails off and goes back inside.

Eric sits silently for a few moments thinking about the consequences to the actions he's about to take. If he is noticed Pam could be put in harm's way, Sookie could be assigned to another and Jason, what would they do to him? What could happen if Eric is not there to protect him? He looks down at the pendent and clasps his hand around it, "I swore I would protect him."

With a sense of resolution Eric starts the car and speeds out the parking lot, tail lights disappearing into the darkness.

Unga en- Swedish for "young one" as told to me by Google translator lol. So you don't think it was a mistake.

A/N: Yeah, it's a little darker than before and oh my, sex! Lol I hope you all liked it I kinda had trouble deciding how I wanted to do this. I'd love to hear your thoughts and opinions so feed the muse monster and comment please! : D