Chapter Four

Eric lifted Sookie bridal style and set her down in his office on the sofa. Two True Blood ready to be put in the microwave. He hated the shit, but Sookie wouldn't drink it if he wouldn't and he didn't want her dying before they could have fun. She woke almost as soon as he pressed to start the microwave, fangs were out and hands up to defend.

Eric turned and perched on the edge of his desk.

"Magnificent," he muttered, but she caught the word and clicked back to Sookie mode, relaxing to the sound of his voice. Her fangs slipping back and she looked around with her new eyes. Everything looked so much clearer and alive. Sookie turned her hands staring at the intricate patterns across her nails. Slowly her head turned to Eric, his beauty seemed to have been magnified. In his left shoulder she saw something she had never noticed. A small white scar thinly sat on the muscle dancing as he moved toward her and handed her a True Blood. She took it but after a sniff she set it back down raising her eyebrows.

"Ewww, no"

They both froze at the sound of her voice; it was so delicate and soft. The distaste for the blood substitute put a darker tone but it was still heavenly to her own ears, his too.

"Wow, I sound different."

He smiled and captured a kiss from her before she could do anything. She responded equally as jumped up, and then stopped at the sudden rush of energy. That wasn't hers. With the vampire strength she could physically break off the kiss and push Eric away. He let her, even with her new strength, he was still a million times stronger, and her maker too.

"I can feel you" she mused. "I can feel everything you have" she closed her eyes and reached out her shields to try hearing him. There was nothing but silence. She focussed harder, pushing herself. She felt his arms on hers trying to soothed the pained look she held while she concentrated. After a few moments she finally tapped in, but only for a second. He was remembering when he had gone to ground with Pam and made her. Then it snapped back, too much pressure on the mentality. She breathed an unnecessary breath then that took her attention. She didn't need to breath. Sookie put a hand to her chest feeling her heart beat, only it wasn't there. She was dead. Eric felt her panic and pulled her onto his lap on the floor.

"I'm dead" she whispered against his slight rocking movement.

"Only for today, I assure you, you will breathe again, and your heart shall beat."

Then she froze in his arms.

"Eric, what am I going to do about the daytime?"

He laughed.

"You." He put a kiss to her lips "Are coming home with me"

She smiled and attacked him with a wave of lust pushing him to the floor for another kiss. His hands gripped the fur around her hips, her fingers spread up his chest. Her fangs clicked down and she giggled.

"I suppose you know when I'm turned on now then" she laughed.

"Lover, I knew before that." he whispered and moved his own fangs to her ear carefully scraping them down her neck line drawing a moan from her. Everything was so much more sensitive to vampires. Her eyes were turned and landed on his white scar. She broke out of the cloud of sex and traced her finger down it.

"I thought vampire blood healed everything"

He turned to look at his own scar. It was only small.

"It does, but that scar was already healed when I was turned. There was nothing left to heal. Only a mark on my skin"

She smiled and kissed his scar.

"I like it." she purred. Then she sniffed, smelling a human walk past the door. "Hmm, I'm so hungry" she complained then slapped a hand over her mouth, realising what she had just desired. He chuckled.

"I'd ask you if you wanted me to glamour her back, but I know you wouldn't want me too"

She bit her lip in thought. He almost choked on his own tongue.

"You want me to?" he asked shocked, and sat up with her.

"Well, if you did turn me, I wouldn't want to live on that shit" she jerked her eyes to the offending bottle wishing it to fall down and die. "And besides, it smells so good" she nodded at his gaze and 1 minute later he brought back the woman to his office.

Sookie was sitting in his chair breathing in the air with a huge smile on her face. The woman was dressed as Dracula's bride. A black tight dress showing her underwear and heels up to her knees, complete with black net veil and black choker. Sookie easily heard her thoughts 'I'm coming to help his beautiful wife, she needs to feed. She is so amazing and pretty. I wish I looked like her.' Sookie laughed and turned to Eric, mouthing a thank you. Then Sookie got her own ideas. She had seen enough attempts at Glamour and she desperately wanted to try for herself.

"Casey, you look very pretty, come and sit with me" she lulled and patted her knee, like you would with a dog. The girl immediately changed her thoughts to Sookie's and came over. Eric composed his face to rid the shock at her ease into vampirism and grinned proud of his angel. "You don't mind if I have a drink do you? I'm really hungry"

Casey's face turned sad and she answered with a wavering voice of sympathy.

"That's so terrible Miss. Please, take all you need" her own fingers unclasped the choker and she straddled Sookie in the chair. With her hungry in her eyes the fangs clicked down again and he focussed on the girl's neck. Everything became about her. The heartbeat filled her ears, the smell crowded the room, her skin tingled under her fingertips, and she could taste the sweetness before she even touched her. Sookie edged closer, one hand on the girls head tilting her neck into full view, the other on her hips. Then she bit, two puncture wounds. Oh god it was heavenly. She tasted like sugar and cream. It was so sinful, but she wouldn't swap it. She drank deep, savouring the elixir as it slid across her tongue and down her throat. So much better that that bottled crap. Casey started rubbing for stimulation. Sookie found herself wishing the same.

Sookie was cautious for a newborn and pulled out licking the wound before Eric even needed to tell her.

"Thank you Casey, you taste delicious" she licked her lips. "What's your blood type?" she asked committing to memory what her favourite flavour was.

"AB negative. I'm rare, my doctor says" Sookie groaned, looks like she wouldn't be allowed such sweetness that often.

"You did good Casey. If anyone asks, you can't remember what happened tonight, you partied too hard."

"I am feeling a little drunk" she admitted.

"Yes, it's a shame. You should give a big tip to the bartender and then have your last drink before taking a taxi home"

"I am tired" Casey qualified and Sookie nodded then stood to walk the bride to the door.

As the door closed, she turned and squealed in excitement to Eric who just answered with a kiss.

"Lover, you make it looks so easy" he replied when she couldn't stop smiling enough to kiss him properly.

"It's so good, and it's easier with reading their minds to start with. I can just lift it into my own. It's like nothing I've ever felt. And it was so easy to block out her thoughts afterwards. And the taste…" she actually spun in excitement across the floor and Eric caught her again.

"I'm happy you're happy. Now kiss me woman."

She giggled and threw her arms around him, legs flying around his waist. The fur leggings rubbed against the back of his legs. The tail swung under her brushing against him as they kissed. As they fell back onto the couch her hood swung back up and she plainly just attacked him with her lips. Everywhere and anywhere.

She groaned as a knock hammered on his office door. He laughed and told them to piss off. They resumed where they left off. The knocking came again.

"Fuck off."

"Master, Mr. Compton is here demanding to see you"

Sookie pushed off his chest.

"Tell him I'll be out, Felicia"

Sookie dead eyed him.

"How did he even get in here? Did you invite him?" he didn't answer and with her vampire speed she slapped his face.

"Ow, that hurt" he answered in mock for her pathetic slap. Then she formed a fist and punched across his jaw. His head actually snapped to one side from the force.

"I'm glad that hurt" she answered before he could say anything. "Now, I see this as two things. Either you invited him to rub me in his face. Which is just evil. Or you invited him for another selfish reason which you know would piss me off."

He grabbed her hand before she could assault him again.

"Listen." He commanded and she found herself forced to hear him. "I invited him so he could see you belonged to me, and then he would stop bothering you. Apologise" he snapped. She bowed her head in submission to his authority as her Maker and apologised. He chuckled.

"I think I like this power over you" his tone had suddenly lightened and she scowled at him. "Now, it's time for Billy boy to meet my creation" he tugged her up and she hugged one of his arms. She really didn't want to meet 'Billy Boy' like this. Turns out they didn't even need to search through the crowd. He stood across the hall opposite the office door.