Thank you for all the wonderful reviews for the first chapter! They made me do a mini happy dance and get some strange looks, but I love them all.
While I am interested in getting a beta for this story, I haven't been motivated enough to go through the many members that are willing to beta True Blood fics yet, so I apologize for any mistakes in here. They're all mine.
Sookie Stackhouse. I really didn't know what to make of her. There really hadn't been a dull moment since she had walked into Fangtasia in her virginal Sunday dress on the arm of Compton, but she was also the most headstrong, ignorant, breather I had ever come across. She constantly threw herself into the middle of situations she knew absolutely nothing about, and tonight was no exception. No doubt she was screaming and bleeding all over our bar, while Eric was forced to pay the bill, and I to search the seemingly endless woods where it had occurred. In my favourite pumps, at that.
What I had found was absurdly… unexpected. The tracks we had found were obviously human, and made by a barefoot one at that, but they didn't smell human in the slightest. The closest thing they smelled like was animal, but not shifter, and not your average farm animal either. They smelled crazy. You could almost smell the crazed bloodlust and insanity. I would have to discuss this with Eric in private. A vampire is never at the mercy of their emotions, and certainly not because of smelling a footprint. Never in my long life had I encountered something even remotely like it, and yet it had just been compelled to attack Sookie. Eric really needed to separate himself from this girl. Her tendency to get mixed up in all things supernatural far outweighed any bonus we could milk from her telepathy.
I finished up the last of my run, enjoying the release of it, and arrived at Fangtasia just in time to see an angry Dr. Ludwig leaving it. "Ah, Ludwig, always a pleasure" I said, standing my tallest. She gave me a look akin to flipping me off before continuing on. I turned to head into the bar, but called over my shoulder, "We keep you in business!" That one got a grunt. Oh such fun. Too bad she was so pricey.
I walked into the main room, unhappy with the dull sound my heels now made after wearing them down and covering them in mud, and saw quite the sight. Sookie had mostly stopped bleeding, and was as good as unconscious, though her eyes were still open. Eric was looking at her in a whole new light, and I could feel his calculating and pragmatic emotions as he completely ignored Compton, who was rambling hysterically about not turning her. What the fuck had I missed?
"Pam," he said, acknowledging my presence. "How would you like a child? A daughter?" What? Was he serious? Not only would she be a disobedient wreck of a child and vampire, but Eric had been trying to get her to yield to him since the moment they met! And didn't we need her, alive, to find Godric?
But then I felt the amusement through our bond. Either he was actually enjoying Compton crying his pathetic blood all over our bar, or he wasn't being serious. Yep, definitely the latter. Regaining my composure, I pretended to think about it. "Well, she is something…" I started, enjoying the half growl, half sob that came from Compton as I continued. "Then again, she's not really my type" I stated bitchily, with a sweet smile at the embarrassment of a vampire before me. I changed my fake smile to a very real smirk, before I left and went to find an outfit that wasn't caked in mud. I knew that most vampires still slept in the ground, but it just seemed so uncivilized to walk around smeared in dirt.
"Well, if Pam doesn't want her, and you obviously don't want her, then I think I shall have her" I heard Eric say from the other room. I almost choked. Surely, if I were still human, I would have actually chocked, but I quickly reeled in my shock and doubt. I was not going to question my master; he gave me everything I have. If anyone was going to make Sookie Stackhouse a successful vampire, after all, it would be Eric.
I was just about to touch up my makeup, when Eric called me. I silently appeared at the entrance to the room. "Please escort Compton off the premises." Oh, with pleasure.
I smiled in spite of myself, and couldn't resist asking, "Can I have some fun with him while I'm at it?" I knew I shouldn't. If Eric was truly going to turn Sookie, I would be needed here. But Compton had been asking for a beating for just too long.
Eric gave me a look that told me he knew exactly how much I didn't need to indulge, but allowed it anyway. "Only a little, I'm going to need you help me go to ground later." So that was it. He was really going to turn Sookie. I felt an unfamiliar emotion as I thought about him doing to Sookie exactly what he had done to me, and I didn't like it. Eric felt it, of course, but thankfully did not bring it up. After a moment, I picked Compton up, and swung him over my shoulder. This would be fun.
I zipped out the front exit, and went around to the back. I threw him down onto the ground, and it was as if he didn't even notice. Pathetic. I gave him a good hard kick, and sent him flying into the brick wall. He tumbled down to the ground, leaving a dent in the wall, and continued to sob. It was literally too pathetic to make fun of. But not to punish. Just a little. He was giving Area 5 a bad image. It was all just business. In the name of Eric and the Queen. I crept toward him, stalking my prey, and shoved my foot into his chest, digging my stiletto right into his un-beating heart. "You are a pathetic excuse for a vampire, Bill Compton, and an embarrassment to your sheriff." Oh yes, this would be fun.
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As I walked round to the front exit again, with a silent Bill Compton in toe, I noticed that Eric had stripped Sookie of her few remaining articles of clothing, but had nothing to put her in. Of course, I didn't see the point of going to ground in clothes, just to have them ruined, but Sookie was unbearably modest, and I supposed it would be a gradual process. Well, damned if I wouldn't kill two birds with one stone. Slinging the basically lifeless vampire next to me over my shoulder yet again, I set out on my second run of the day. Two runs, a bit of fun on the side, and no vermin to enthral. Throw a mysterious, probably mythological, creature in there as well, and this had been quite the night. Pretty good for my last night as an only child, I thought to myself, laughing at my own joke.
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I arrived back pretty proud of myself. I had given Bill exactly what he had asked for, then dumped him far away from Fangtasia to make sure he didn't interfere, and had even gotten Sookie a turning outfit, all in the time Eric had spent changing her blood. I had opted for a simple, white, nightgown. I figured understated was the way to go with her, and anything fancier was just going to get ruined by the dirt, anyway.
"Oh Pam, I hope you didn't go and have all the fun without me." I almost snorted. Fun is exactly what it was. I knew Eric wanted to give Bill a good hard kick every bit as much as I had wanted to, though I may have chosen drinking Sookie's blood over it. After all, I would never get another chance to do that, and Compton would, unfortunately, be around forever. Some people really should just not be turned, and that was a prime example right there.
I walked over to Sookie's naked form, and couldn't help but admire it. I almost regretted getting something to cover it up, for I doubt either of them would let me see it again. "Mmmmmm, she does look yummy," I said, expressing my earlier thought. "Too bad I never got a taste."
"She was superb"
"I bet she was" She certainly smelled like she was earlier. Now she just smelled like Eric. And me. I tried to think about the significance of that, but it was lost on me. Instead, I turned and handed him the nightgown. "I thought you might need this," I told him, with only a slight smirk. It was, after all, a lady's job to think about clothing. I would have actually been shocked to death (ha ha) if he had remembered that detail.
"Thank you," he told me, and I gave him a nod. I doubted that he would ever have this kind of relationship with Sookie, and that gave me comfort. I wasn't entirely replaceable after all.
I placed a trueblood in the microwave, mostly so I could have something to do, and watched Eric struggling to get Sookie into the nightgown. I also admired the front side of my soon-to-be-sister that I hadn't gotten to see earlier.
"There's no need to doubt me," Eric said, addressing the elephant in the room. We both knew how I felt about what was transpiring. "She may be stubborn, but she's also spirited. There'll be no meeting the sun with this one." Well, that was certainly true. "I also got her consent before I started. She may be unhappy about it, but she'll keep her word." That was also a good point. I felt a little bad about doubting him, but there was also the more sensitive part of my doubt.
Finally having gotten Sookie into the nightgown, he laid her down, and met my eyes. "And as for you, you won't be forgotten. I will always value your opinion, and care for you. You are my finest work, Pam." I felt some blood gather behind my eyes, and had to fight hard to keep it there. How embarrassing. I do not cry. Especially not for something this petty. "That, and I think you and I will both enjoy taking her innocence bit by bit." He said with a smirk.
"Very true" I told him with a glance at Sookie's body. There was so much of our world that she did not know. Well, she will soon, and she won't like it one bit, I'm sure.
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"If you could be here at dusk with some truebloods, I think that would be best. I can't imagine she's going to want to bite a human on her first night." I couldn't help but sigh. I really didn't want a mainstreaming vampire for a sister. I'm sure Eric would make her take real blood sooner or later, though. "Then again, we could be wrong." He told me. "Sometimes their personality just doesn't stay with them." Oh, we could only hope.
When the hole was deep enough, Eric picked up the dead Sookie bridal style. I really wondered if there was this much affection involved when Eric turned me, but, of course, I had no idea. If it wouldn't be so sappy, I would ask him myself, but it would be very sappy.
"It wasn't the same with you," Eric told me knowingly. "I was excited. And proud. I knew I had picked well, even then… I was also scared." He added with a lopsided smile, and I looked at him incredulously. He chuckled. "It hadn't been that long since Godric had released me, and I was trying to get out of a submissive mind frame, and into a dominant one. I wasn't sure I'd actually be able to be authoritative and order you around. I was…. Lost"
Looking at his eyes, I could see a little bit of that in him right now, and I knew he was apprehensive, since it was Sookie, and she was, well, Sookie. "You'll be excellent," I told him. "Just as you were with me."
Eric gave me a nod, and then bent down to place Sookie in the ground. He turned and placed his hands on my shoulders. I looked into his eyes, and felt his love and pride through the bond. The feelings were absolutely reciprocated, although, my pride was for pleasing him.
With that, he got into the hole with Sookie and wrapped his arms around her. I could feel his affection toward her, and I supposed I could live with that. I could share him, as long as she was worthy of his love. Only time would tell.
I made quick work of burying them and sat and stared at the ground for a moment. In all the time I had known Eric, for all of my un-dead life, we had never had such a meaningful, sentimental, conversation. I wasn't entirely sure what it meant, but I did know that I wouldn't see this Eric again for quite a while. As soon as Sookie woke up, he would take on the position of her master, and that would be that. I just wasn't sure about how I felt about it.
I looked up at the sky, and saw that that it was quickly growing light. My time to ponder was over, and I quickly ran inside, and decided to rest in my coffin for the day. If they were going to be old-fashioned, then so was I.
