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Chapter 3
Sookie's POV:
We leave the woods and get back on the road, on to Bontemps. I can't help but feel a little awkard about this. Will I see my friends, and will I want to attack and eat them? Gosh that would be embarrassing!
"Eric, would you mind going to my house? After sleeping underground and then our lovely intermezzo in the woods just now, I could really do with a shower and a change of clothes". He doesn't speak, but smiles at me and nods. The whole way there, we sit in comfortable silence, listening to some violin concerto Eric's playing on his radio.
As we approach the house, some thoughts sink in. "I guess we'll have some things to discuss, right? I mean, I owned that house, but now I'm technically dead, so has that changed? And would it even be smart to keep living there? And my job.. I can't work dayshifts no more, and I'm not so sure Sam would love if I suddenly felt like feeding on a customer."
"Let's have that shower first, child, we can discuss details later. Remember, you've only been a vampire for 5 hours, and you have the rest of eternity to figure those things out."
Eric POV:
"Go on, dear, and take your time with that shower. I have some phone calls to make."
For the first time tonight I switch my phone on and am bombarded with voicemails and text messages. For the most part, they are from my first progeny, so she's the first one I call.
"This better be good, Eric, because I'm super pissed at you for turning off your phone. Where the fuck are you?" "Pam, I'll tell you everything later, but for now, let me congratulate you." "Congratulate me on what, you asshole?" "You're a big sister now."
Pam remains silent for a good minute, but in the background I hear glass breaking and a door getting slammed shut. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO, ERIC NORTHMAN? DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU HAVE TIME TO RAISE A BABYVAMP IN ALL THIS MADNESS? "As she rambles on about me being an irresponsible piece of shit, I let her rage. A normal relationship between maker and progeny would not typically mean the progeny gets to talk to their maker this way but Pam has a strong will and I've always enjoyed her lack of respect for etiquette. She's proven to be very well aware of when to behave, and at the right times, I don't even have to coach her into behaving properly. I decide to not tell her that Sookie is the newborn, but do fill her in on last night's events. "Pam, you will meet your new sister soon, probably tomorrow. Tonight I am going to spend with her, and help her get familiar with the basics. I take it you'll be ok dealing with Fangtasia by yourself for one night?" After discussing some minor business details with her, I end the call. I listen in on what's going on upstairs, it seems Sookie is still in that shower, and our bond tells me she's relaxing and enjoying it.
"Hi, you've reached the voicemail of Jason Stackhouse. Leave a message at the beep."
"Jason, it's Eric Northman. I'm just calling to let you know that, after our conversation last night, I managed to get Sookie ready to make her transition just in time. She woke up with me this evening and is in good shape. I'm showing her around her new vampire life tonight, but seen as she seems to be in control of her temper pretty well, I don't see any reason the two of you to not be in touch with each other. I promise to keep you updated. And Jason, thank you for allowing me to do that, last night. I truly believe Sookie understands, and is capable of dealing with her new life."
Next up, and I hope that Sookie will understand once she finds out I made this call, I dial Sam Merlotte's number. To my surprise he's not too busy to answer. "Sam, this is Eric Northman. I'm going to tell you something that will probably upset you, but I'm going to need your help". When he agrees to let me finish talking, I continue. "Last night, someone informed the Bontemps police that a car was found by the side of the road, and that whoever the owner was, had left the engine running but was nowhere to be found. When sheriff Bellefleur got there, he immediately identified the car as being Sookie's. He called her brother and together they came to the conclusion that Sookie had to have been overwhelmed by someone, and taken away."
I hear Sam gasp for air. "Do they know where she is? Do you think she's alright? And how did you get involved?" "Fortunately, Jason is a bit more aware of the bond Sookie and I have, and he knew that Sookie probably had my blood in her, which would allow me to find her. She wasn't very far away so I got there quite quickly, but what I saw when I finally got to her, shocked me deeply. Some bastard had tied her arms together to a pole, and he had been having his way with her. She was unconscious, and badly hurt. There was no sign of the asshole anywhere close, but I didn't want to risk him walking back in while I was healing Sookie, so I quickly untied her, and picked her up to walk to my car." "So she's with you? Did you give her your blood and is she healing ok?" "Sam, here's where I get to the hard part. Unfortunately, while walking to my car, Sookie's heart stopped, and she stopped breathing. I did manage to get it going again, but only for long enough to feed her just a little bit of my blood. Her heart just kept crashing, so I decided to call Jason and discuss the options with him. Together we came to the conclusion that for now, we should at least try and make it so that Sookie could decide on her own fate." "You mean… are you telling me that.. that Sookie got turned, Northman?" Suppressing my own elation about this little fact, I reply "Yes, I'm afraid that that is what I'm telling you. It was a risk, she really hadn't had enough of my blood to safely transition, but I think my old blood is powerful enough to make up for the difference in quantity. And Sam, she's probably one of the most natural newborns I've seen in my lifetime. She was of course upset, but I think she is secretly a bit happy to still be around, and she also wants to avenge her own death. And that is why I'm really calling you, Sam. I need your help. Or rather… Sookie does. We have to find whoever did this to her, and get rid of the son of a bitch."
"Of course! Of course I'm going to I help. What can I do, Eric?"
I talk him through the locations of her car, and where I found her, and ask him to go there by day and pick up any trace he could find. The risk of the asshole being there would be a lot smaller than in the night time. A shifter's nose would be as good, if not better than my own scent to pick up on the scent, so that was a big plus too.
We agree to be in touch the following day so he can report back to me. "Oh and Eric? Would you agree that it's probably smarter for me to cancel Sook's shifts for the coming weeks?
I can't suppress a smile.
"Yes Sam, that would be correct. She's my family now, so she doesn't even have to work anymore, but let's give her a while to come into her new form, and in a few weeks, we'll let her decide for herself what she wants to do about her job."
Sookie POV:
As the hot water rinses every last bit of mud, moss and other dirt off my body, I lean back against the wall of my shower and close my eyes. In my mind, I go over the last 6 hours. It feels like so much longer. I'm amazed at myself for being so accepting of my new situation. But really, if it stays like this, there's not all that much that has changed, is there? I just don't sleep at night anymore, but will be forced to sleep during the day. It's not really sleeping, I'll just be dead, but who cares about the technicalities? The bigger question is, do I even want this life for myself? For now, being a vampire is not as bad as I had imagined it to be. I know I'm dead, but ever since I fed, I feel SO alive. I feel powerful and in control. I'm sort of curious about my telepathy and hope that Eric will allow me to go close to people again soon so I can test it out. One thing I'm not so sure I'm crazy about is Eric being my master. I've always been great at fending for myself, and I don't know whether I'm going to enjoy the fact that he can order me around if he decides to. But so far, he's only been kind, and supportive and helpful to me, so for now, I'm going to give him the benefit of the doubt.
I'm lost so deep in my own thoughts that I don't notice Eric getting into the shower, until he lays his hands on my hips and kisses my neck. I take the shower gel and help him wash himself. While making sure his entire torso gets thoroughly soaped and rinsed, I feel his erection growing against me. He quickly washes his hair, and then helps me out of the shower where we dry each other off. Just as I wrap my hair in my towel he picks me up and carries me to my bed, where we end up having hot messy sex for at least 2 hours. I'm rediscovering my body as it reacts so differently now, and he's clearly more than willing to help me with that.
Once we're done, he kisses me lightly on my nose and says: "I could stay here till sunrise, but unfortunately, this house isn't light tight, and the small dayroom you have here, is really too small for the both of us. So I have to head back to Shreveport. I also think it would be good if you fed once more before the sun calls you. So how about you come with me and stay over at my house in Shreveport with me?"
"My sweet Eric, I couldn't imagine waking up without you after a day like this, and now that you mentioned it, yes I really would like to feed again. Let me grab some clothes, and then let's go."