Okay, this was originally going to be slower paced, as I wanted to fill in Warlow parts where he was just tied to a fucking tree the whole time. I'm doing some Christmas trimming and taking things in a new direction, due the massive phuckuppery of "Radioactive." I did like that we saw a darker side of Warlow in the finale, but not the abrupt way it was brought on. Why take the time developing his character and showing flashbacks when you couldn't even send him off properly? They emphasized how important Sookie was to him, how he hates the killing of innocents, only to have him terrorize her. Also, I don't like the idea that Warlow's blood makes vamps permanent daywalkers, like they alluded to in the show. If Lillith, all powerful and potent, can burn up in sunlight after Warlow's blood, then so do these Noobs. Warlow, imo, should be difficult to kill, complex, and always at war with himself. I'm going to attempt to fill in and change things up to how I think it would have gone down. It will get very dark and disturbing. I seriously can't justify why the writers did such a 180 on this episode, it was sloppy and careless, but I am going to attempt to navigate through the muck. Alas, read on my loves, and thanks to everyone who took the time to review. You don't know how much it brightens my day!

*Jumping ahead to the end of episode 10…just because.

He could not believe his own fury. The vampire inside raged inside, but more than anger, panic buzzed through his head. He'd only had enough sense to refrain from killing all of those meddling insects outside. It was sweet, this community she'd tried to invite him to. They all wanted to protect her. He squashed down that feeling he recognized as jealousy, as it would only make his actions and guilt worse in the long run.

How could everything have gone so wrong so quickly? Everything he'd ever wanted was right in his hands; he'd played all the right cards, and now this. Sookie was changeable, a trait usually associated with the fae. He really couldn't blame her, but how could he not act out when she'd promised him forever only to change her fucking mind at the last second.

He could feel energy in the bathroom. The faint, short buzzing of her trying to gather enough light for the "sunburst," zapped through his ears, and he chuckled as she failed. She was too nervous to gather the concentration required for such advanced magic. He took a moment to stalk up to her, as he admired her too pink bedroom. It was frilly and girly and made him want to know more about his little soulmate. He walked into the restroom, following her frustrated gasps as her panic took over.

"Oh, Sookie, Sookie, Sookie," he drawled. If she was a danger whore, and that was what she wanted, then he would give it to her. Afterall, who was more dangerous than he, the oldest, and strongest of all creatures on Earth? With Billith out of the picture, it wasn't even a contest. He lifted her up out of the bath tub, her eyes wide and frightened as she struggled to find words.

"In a thousand, two thousand years, you'll learn to love me," he assured, trying to will the words into her mind as he stroked her hair.

"I don't think so," she said. Rage and panic pulsed through him again and he clenched his hand, fisting her blonde tresses.

"I know you've been hurt, but DON'T push me away," he growled. How could she not see? She was too young to realize that time healed everything. She would forgive him eventually. He could see that it was her nature to be kind.

"I am not your damaged pet," she winced. She is so very young, he thought. And she was damaged, that was certain. Though, a pet she certainly was not.

"We'll heal each other," he said, as his fangs snapped into place. He would fix her. He must fix her so that she could fix him. She moaned out her pleas and he felt the air shift around him. That familiar, delicious scent flooded his nostrils, hidden underneath a thick, pungent sewage that he recognized from the dark realm. Niall! He felt the fairy King wrap his arms around his body in a poor attempt to save his granddaughter. But how could he hope to overpower him? Warlow had years to develop strength, battle tactics, and the only weapon they could hope to use against him was useless as Niall was too weak to attack him with his light.

He yanked as hard as he could, pulling Niall from that hellish dimension. He could see Jason running up the stairs, ever the bumbling idiot. He had to applaud the boy's loyalty, though. He grabbed Niall and threw him into Jason, knocking them both into the wall with a sick thud. Grabbing Sookie, he used his speed to rush them out of the house and into the night. They passed Bill's unconscious body on the front lawn, and Warlow smirked in victory as Sookie's screams pierced through the night.

Okay a shorty for you. I will update later tonight or tomorrow, and here's where the real fun begins. How will our lovely Warlow redeem himself from his little tantrum?