Alright, four chapters in one week! I'm really on a role!

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I awoke long before dusk and was jittery with anticipation. I nervously shifted around and tightened my hold on Sookie. Cautiously, I leaned forward and sniffed her neck, regretting the dirt that I inevitably inhaled. Her smell was incredible. Her regular smell had mostly mixed with the scent of my blood, and it was spectacular. I couldn't resist rubbing myself against her and letting my hands wander. She was mine, for fuck's sake.

I killed the time by making lists of what I had to do. Obviously, Sookie would need a talk, a feed, and a shower when she woke up. Those were all simple enough…. Well, they were all hopefully simple enough, but trueblood tasted disgusting, Sookie was ridiculously modest, and she probably wouldn't remember our conversation from earlier. Why did I turn her, again?

There was also all the legal shit to deal with. I had to register her, get her a new driver's licence and credit card… what would I do about a last name? I didn't even remember what name Pam had registered under; it was inconsequential. But it would be a big deal for Sookie and me. It would be the difference between her clinging to her human life and values and accepting her new life as my child. I'd have to see what Pam (and her beloved "Dear Abby") thinks about it.

Then there was the matter of her things. I could just tell that she would want to keep everything and be a major pack rat, but that really wouldn't do. How she looked was reflecting on me now, and I couldn't have her prancing around in Sunday dresses or Wal-Mart jeans. I didn't need her in the ridiculous outfits Pam wore to attract fangbangers, but she definitely needed an upgrade. Pam should be only too happy to take care of that one… provided she actually liked Sookie…

Clothes were a no brainer, but she had many other worthless possessions that I'm sure she would insist on keeping. I would just have to be reasonable and civilized about it. These were modern times where a baby vampire didn't have to leave everything behind when they were turned. I would examine her belongings with her, and she could keep some of her truly sentimental things. Any necessities, though, I would provide. I was not a cheap skate, and my children were extensions of myself.

I burrowed my head into Sookie's neck as I thought about my last order of business; I had to tell the Queen. But how would I do it? I've suspected for a while that Sookie was intended for Sophie Anne, but would she be more likely to do something irrational if I pretended not to know, or accused her of it upfront? She didn't tell me, so she couldn't possibly blame me for not knowing, but she may be angrier if she thought it was all her fault. Then again, calling her on it, whether it was a true accusation or not, would make it seem as if I chose Sookie purely to piss her off. Not telling her at all would appear `as though we were hiding. This was one inevitable train wreck that I did not want to deal with.

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When the sun finally set, it was a huge relief. I had barely rested all day. I had either been checking Sookie's progress, thinking about all that I needed to do when I rose, giving myself pep talks, or just plain freaking out. But now the day was over, and Sookie would be rising for the first time.

I knew it could take some time yet, but I was really worried that Sookie was still dead. Pam and I had both risen, but I wasn't getting any emotions or anything from Sookie. I couldn't even feel a buzz where I should feel her. Maybe I hadn't gotten all the poison out of her system, and she wouldn't make it!

I anxiously tried to think back to Pam's turning. How long did she take to wake up? I knew it wasn't right away, but I seem to recall feeling something from her! I nuzzled up against Sookie, trying to wake her- trying to get her to do anything, and then I had a moment of weakness. I don't know what compelled me to do it, and it shouldn't have done anything to help her at this stage, but I bit past the dirt and into my own wrist, before shoving it into Sookie's mouth.

It didn't do anything. She didn't latch on, or try to drink it, and none of it was going down her throat. I flipped her onto her back, so gravity would do the work, and when enough of it was in her mouth, she swallowed. She swallowed! She wasn't yet conscious, but her oesophagus was working, and that was enough assure me that she wasn't gone for good.

With that, I rolled her back over, and placed my large hand over her tiny face once again. No sooner had I done that then I felt Pam arrive. This was actually going to happen. My second child- and a fucking telepath at that.

We stayed there for a while- me underground, Pam above, and Sookie dead to the world, but at long last, she started to stir. And panic. Unaware of her new strength, she started to thrash about as she tried to breath, and it was a bit of a problem to keep her contained with just the one hand. I poked my head out of the hole, and flew us both up and out.

I placed her on her feet and let go. Immediately, she fell to the ground and curled up in a ball as she rubbed her eyes and coughed up dirt. And blood. Fortunately, she didn't seem to notice that one, but Pam did, and she gave me a very suspicious look. When I turned to acknowledge her, the look became very questioning, and I quickly realized that there was still blood coming from my ears and nose as a result of being awake for most of the day. I quickly wiped it away, and reviewed my game plan for the evening. Not too harsh, very forthcoming, but stern. That's what I'd decided on.

Sookie's emotions were flipping all over the place and she was muttering about something or another. I paid it no attention, but Pam, however, was actually listening to what she was saying. I was willing to give her a couple moments to herself, but Pam had to be Pam and said, "Oh please, this is too pathetic for words." She clearly didn't remember her first few moments as a vampire very well.

Sookie emotions surged in no particular direction, and I decided to end her hysteria for the moment. "Sookie," I said, crouching down next to her face. I could feel her recognition through the bond but, if anything, she closed her eyes even more tightly. I sighed. Newborns were exhausting. "Sookie, look at me. Open your eyes." Her eyes flew open immediately, and locked with mine. To my defense, I only used a little bit of influence; the rest was just her naturally wanting to please her master, and that was definitely a good sign.

"Your eyes are so pretty." She mumbled. I decided not to waste time explaining that nothing about me was pretty. That could be done later, without Pam watching. Instead, I stood up and offered her my hand. She took it instantly and stood, but started to stumble. I thought back to my first few moments with Godric, and knew that I had to let her figure out her new balance herself. "What's going on?" she asked softly, after she was able to stand still. I opted not to say anything. I wasn't going to apologize for what I did, and it was best to let her figure it out herself.

She finally took notice of Pam, and her trueblood, and she did just that. She shook her head adamantly and I could feel her panic and denial. She looked straight into my eyes and her anger flared as she repeated herself. "Eric, what is going on?"

Was she really this angry and resentful? Did she hate what I had done to her that much? I couldn't help but feel a little bit bad for her. I had left my life, and Pam hers, but neither of us had found it this difficult. There was nothing to be done now, other than to be a fair maker. Lay it all out on the table, and see what she makes of it. "I think you know very well what is going on, Sookie." I took a deep breath, and then addressed the elephant in the room. "You are vampire."

Her reaction was almost instantaneous. She was screaming and thrashing about, shouting 'no' over and over again, and crying. I decided to give her a chance to let it all out. I certainly wasn't going to give her another chance to do this, so she should make the best of it.

After a couple of moments, she seemed to have an epiphany, and looked me right in the eye. "I didn't consent! It's illegal! You broke the law!" she spat at me. I didn't give a crap about human laws, but I'm not going to pretend that it didn't hurt. "I'll sue you! I'll sue you for everything you've got!" She didn't even have time for another thought before I slammed her against a tree far enough away from Pam to give us some privacy.

"I do not respond well to threats." I told her, and the hand around her throat tightened ever so slightly. She needed to learn now that kind of thinking would get her nowhere. Also, she needed to realize that she really was unable to do anything I didn't want her to. "And you will do no. Such. Thing." Her emotions were a little conflicting, but mostly she was scared shitless. Exactly what she needed.

With that, I let her go and stepped back. Hopefully I wouldn't have to be doing that for a while, but I doubted it very much. She would learn that I would be her best friend, as long a she was mine. To get that trust started, I needed to address the issue that started it all. "Now, as it happens, I did get your consent, and while you may not remember it at the moment, believe me when I say you will." She gave me a tentative nod, and I took that to mean that the discussion was over. "Now, I'm going to take a random guess here, and say that you're hungry." I said, already having felt her hunger through our bond.

I was expecting her to bitterly admit that she needed blood, but not even my blood in her could help to show me what came next. She wrapped her arms around me and apologized. "Eric, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have doubted you, and I'm not going to sue you, I promise. Oh Eric, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me… Please" She was crying all over me (something I usually can't stand), but I didn't even care. She was so vulnerable… and she was mine. I couldn't even help but give her hug.

"Shhhhh, little one, it's alright. It'll be alright." I whispered into her ear. "The first night is always the hardest. It'll only get better from here," Oh how I wish someone had been there to tell me that the night I woke up to find Godric waiting for me.

With that, I straightened up, and snaked my arm around her waist. "Come now, I know you're hungry, and Pam was king enough to bring you some trueblood." I didn't need any kind of confirmation; I could feel that she was happy. We started walking back toward Pam, when Sookie started to panic. I could almost feel that she was thinking about Bill, and that wouldn't do. I stopped short, and waited for her to look at me. "We will talk later; after we get you fed." I was making sure to use a lot of 'we's, so that she would be used to thinking of us as one. Bill wasn't a part of our relationship, and he never would be.

Pam was feeling very judgemental and I didn't like it one bit. "Sookie, meet your new sister," I gave Pam a very stern look before continuing, "Pam. Pam, Sookie." I knew Pam had gotten what I was implying, but she continued on judging Sookie, and she did not approve.

Pam handed Sookie a trueblood nonetheless, and both of us backed up significantly as she opened it and brought it to her lips. Surely, she knew that we all hated it, but there really wasn't a way to describe just how disgusting it was. Sure enough, she gagged, and some of it left her mouth, but to my surprise, she kept on going. Within moments, she had consumed the entire bottle, and was wiping her mouth. "Well done," Pam said, not bothering to hide the fact that she was clearly upset Sookie's first synthetic blood had gone better than ours. Nevertheless, I gave her a nod, and moved next to Sookie.

"Another?" I asked her, and I felt her pride surge. Only then did I notice that I was rubbing small circles in her back, and sending her a lot of my pride. I'd never been this out of control before.

"Another" she said, answering my question, so I went and got her another. And another. After that, she decided she was full, and made some reference to something called 'flip cup.' I didn't know what it was, but it sounded sufficiently stupid, so I opted not to ask.

We had a bit of an argument about how to get back to Fangtasia; Pam and I wanted to run, but Sookie didn't on the grounds that she was barefoot. I offered to carry her on my back, but even the idea of it terrified her. Eventually, I just conceded and we all walked back. I could have used the opportunity to discuss some of the things I needed to with the two of them, but I decided to give Sookie some time to think.

When we were back in the room where it all began, Sookie just stopped moving, and stared at the blood before her. I could feel her acceptance of what had happened, and concluded that she had probably remembered her last few moments as a human. Without knowing what else to do, I decided it was time for her to take that shower; she was caked in blood and dirt. I told Pam to find her some clothes to change in to, and then went and lead Sookie out of the room. "Where are we going?" she asked softly.

"We are going to have a shower." I answered with a grin. She stared at me incredulously for a minute, and only when we were actually in the employee bathroom did she find her voice.

"Eric, no. Just… no. I may have agreed to let you turn me, and I know I owe you my life, but I'm not going to sleep with you, and we're not going to shower together!"

"Are you sure about that?" I asked with my best sexy smile. "I can be quite the… shower partner." There was no doubt that she caught the sexual reference in that, but it was all a joke. When we finally did fuck, and yes, it would be fucking, not making love, it would be more than a quickie in the Fangtasia shower. Pam and I didn't even have sex on the first night. But Sookie didn't know that.

Sookie started to respond, but as my hand wondered down to my member, and I waggled my eyebrows, her fangs popped out with and audible pop. Embarrassed, she clamped her hands over mouth and shook her head. I started toward her, but she backed up until her back hit the door to the bathroom. I reached her, put my hand under her chin, and tilted her head up until I was looking into her eyes. "Let me see." I told her softly. Slowly, she removed her hands and opened her mouth. Her fangs were shorter than most, but they looked very sharp. I ran my finger over them, staring in admiration at the drop of blood that gathered there. "Beautiful," I told her, and I meant it wholeheartedly. I had made her, and she was perfect. I brought my lips to hers and marvelled at the sweet flesh I tasted. She allowed my tongue to enter her mouth, and I completely dominated the kiss. Her emotions were all over the place, but just as she started to really respond, she pulled back. I placed my hands on the door on either side of her face, and rested my weight on them. I couldn't help but pant, but I wasn't going to force myself on her.

"Eric, I'm sorry." She started shakily. "I- I just can't. I'm... I'm…"

I could just tell that she wanted to say 'I'm Bill's,' but thankfully she didn't. "You're mine." I told her softly. She had to get used to it sooner or later. She would never be anyone else's.

She nodded. "I know, just….. not now." She pleaded. Well, alright then. You get what you ask for.

"Alright, if you insist on not showering together, then I suppose we will have to shower separately." I said deviously. Sookie could tell that there was a catch and she was clearly waiting for the other shoe to drop. I gave her a bit of a smirk and started undressing.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, and turned around. "Um, alright, I guess you're going first." She stated awkwardly, as she made to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"Well, you're about to shower." She stated uselessly with a sad gesture between me and the shower in question. I could tell she was trying to keep her eyes on my face, and she was also starting to bleed a little from biting down with her fangs out.

"Oh, Sookie," I told her. "I can't let a baby vampire out and about by themself. Especially not on their first night. Who knows what would happen?" I asked her condescendingly. She was absolutely seething at my suggesting that she could go on a killing spree, but there was some truth in what I said. She just didn't know what she was capable of yet. "Now," I said sternly. "Sit." She angrily sat herself down on the toilet, crossed her arms, and looked away from me, fuming. I chuckled and finished undressing.

I made quick work of my shower, and when I was sure that all the blood and dirt were gone, I turned off the water and stepped out. Sookie looked up, but then quickly averted her eyes. She'd like to think I didn't know that she'd been sneaking glances at me all through my shower. I laughed and stretched my muscled, just for her. I decided I was going to air dry, and stayed in my birthday suit. As I left the bathroom, I told Sookie, "The shower's all yours." No doubt, it would be one hell of a shower.

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I had procrastinated long enough, and Sookie would be finishing her shower soon. I sighed. Now was the time to do it. I dialled the number I unfortunately knew by heart, and waited as it rang. "Ah, Northman," came her shrill voice. "Is something wrong with my monthly statement?"

"No, your majesty, everything is fine. I was actually calling to invite you to party I'm holding. In honour of my new child."