Hello everyone! I feel like I should mention this; I do not own True Blood. I wish I did, because the series finale would have been very E/S. I don't really want to talk about the finale, except for that every time I think about it, I get really upset and angry. Sigh. I do however own the character Claire. She is entirely of my own creation. We will find out more about her, if she has more powers and such.

I promise lemons are on the way. Reminder! There will only be E/S lemons, don't get any ideas about Eric/Claire lemons. Not happening.

I doubt anyone will want to, but if you want to use my character; Claire, please PM me, and I would really like to hear your POV on what a story you would write for her would be like.

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She tried to turn away and continue up the stairs, but I caught her hand and tugged lightly. "You're the Faery King's daughter?" She looked me in the eyes and nodded slowly. "So you're a princess? I have a princess in my house?"

"Technically no, positions in the Faery court are not determined by heritage, only by power. The Prince and Princesses are in no way related to me. We try to keep the bloodline pure." This was an awful lot of information to give a person in less than 24 hours.

"Uh... ok. Are you married to anyone?" She continued up the stairs, turning away from me. Not wanting to continue sounding like an idiot, I followed and waited patiently for her response. She reached the top of the staircase, and I was a few steps lower. Claire looked down at me.

"No." Well, I guess that was the end of that conversation. "Where will I be sleeping?"

I decided to show her to my room, I still felt weird about letting people into Gran's room. Gran's room was somewhat sacred to me, I hadn't been in there for a while. "Here. Why don't you stay in my room?" I led her to my room, and opened the door slowly. Looking at the disheveled mess that was my room, I decided otherwise. A slow blush rose to my face as I remembered what Eric and I had done on that very bed. It felt wrong to have her sleep there. "Actually, why don't you stay in my Gran's old room?" I laughed nervously when I noticed that my voice was a few octaves higher.

She gave me a curious look, but followed me silently. "Do you need any clothing? I don't think you're my size, but I'm sure I have a few nightshirts or maybe some nightgowns that will work. If not, I have plenty of t-shirts and a few of Jason's basketball shorts." I pushed open my Gran's door, and Claire looked inside.

"The t-shirts with the athletic shorts will be fine. Thank you for letting me stay in your Grandmother's room." She walked in slowly, looking around a bit. I couldn't see her face too well in the lighting, which was now becoming that beautiful light blue color that accompanies the dawn. Claire sat down at the edge of the bed, her hands in her lap.

"Ok, I'll be back in a minute. There's a bathroom over there," I pointed, "feel free to use it and take a shower and what not." I walked out of the room, grabbing a "Bon Temps Football" shirt from Jason's room, and a pair of basketball shorts too. I took them back to Gran's room. Claire was in the shower, so I left them out on the bed.

As I headed back downstairs, I was trying to think about Claire's voice. Looking at her, you would expect that her voice would be annoying and breathy, but it was surprisingly normal, with a bit more resonance than normal teenager's, and only with the slightest accent on her "W's", which I assumed was German.

I opened up the wardrobe, and climbed down the ladder. As I reached the final step, I heard a disgusting sizzling sound. Eric and Pam were both laying on the bed next to each other, fangs down, gritting their teeth. Pam had a few blood tears around her eyes.

Pam was still staring at the ceiling as she said, "I'm going to find this fucking witch and I'm going to rip out her spleen."

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After a few hours of listening to Pam complain and Eric's skin sizzle, then accept the silver into his flesh, I finally had enough.

"Eric, I need some rest, and I don't think that I can with you in so much pain right now." I bent down and kissed him lightly on the lips. I felt so much guilt for going upstairs to sleep, but Claire said she would know if Eric and Pam got up, so she could handle it.

He grunted his disapproval, but he didn't say anything to me to tell me to stay. As I climbed up the stairs, I could still hear Pam muttering things she was going to do to the witch.

I stopped by the kitchen and got a glass of water from the sink. I downed all of it. I padded over to the cabinet again, and grabbed another glass, and filled that one up with water too, but this time I got it from the refrigerator. I filled my glass again, and walked up the stairs.

I stopped by my room first and pulled the covers back and placed the water on my nightstand. I walked out of my room into the connecting bathroom. Claire had left it spotless, and she began to grow on me. A fellow clean-freak. Eric seemed to need a maid everywhere he went, and it really bothered the fudge out of me. It was nice to know that his progeny wasn't the same way.

As I crept into Gran's bedroom, I looked at the bed; Claire was sleeping on her side, not at all looking like a vampire as she slept. Her chest slowly rose and fell. I wondered why she would still be breathing, but it was probably just something that went along with being a fairy-vampire.

I deposited the glass on the nightstand, and began to leave the room. My shields down from stress and sleep deprivation, I came to a violent stop when I caught a glimpse of what was passing through Claire's brain as she was sleeping.

I could always tell from people's thoughts that they were dreaming. I had never seen anything in their dreams, mostly just a hazy mist that signified sleep. Claire dreamed mostly in the normal mist, but she had some pictures that popped up violently.

When I saw what was in her dreams, I had to actively clamp my hand over my mouth to keep from gasping or making any kind of noise. I hadn't seen much, but what I did see scared me down to my core.

Walking didn't really describe how I left the room, I ran. I closed the door and ran over to my bed, burrowing deep under the covers.

I wasn't scared of Claire, I was scared for her. Did what I see actually happen? The vision was so violent and possessive, laced with so much fear and consternation.

Eyes shut tight, I prayed. I hadn't prayed in a while, so I felt a little guilty. "Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee, blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death, Amen." I instantly felt better. Praying always helped me. Even though I didn't go through my usual spiel of prayers, this one always made me feel better.

Claire probably wasn't religious, most vampires I had met weren't. I didn't really care. Godric was religious, and he was her grand-maker. I wonder if he knew about what happened to her- er- what I saw in her dream. I tried to put it out of my mind, and started thinking about Jason.

He just made me upset in so many ways, but then my mind drifted to what was happening to him and Jessica. Were they dating? I didn't know what their current relationship status was, because I was gone for more than a year.

After a while, I just drifted off to sleep.

I think the series really strayed away from Sookie and her conviction to God. I'm not religious myself, but in the books it seemed to really help her. I feel like religion is a very big part of Sookie and her morals.

I promise that updating will get more frequent! I was on vacation and it took me a few days to get back to normal.

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