A huge wave of gratitude to Guest, MistMountainDreamer, Guest, Guest, Guest, guiltypleasure211, and blumoone for your lovely feedback messages for last chapter! Feedback is greatly loved and appreciated and I am so thankful for it folks. Really, I am. Anyway, here is the next chapter! Also, a few things. Sorry the chapters have been so short. Again, I'm really busy with school but I want to get something up for you guys at least once a day or every other day. Number two, after finding out who this mysterious person was, should I or should I not let her live? I'm seriously debating the poor girl's life. And three, next chapter will be much longer as I have some Paric angst I want to write!

Chapter Five (Part two):

"Found you."

The feeling had been nothing more than a light pressure in the back of her mind for the first six months. Willa Burrell had pushed it aside as nothing more than something that all vampires had to deal with. She didn't even bother to ask Tara, who mostly was too concerned in wondering when Pam's return would occur. However, not long after being evicted from the pastor's house, she felt it grow stronger.

It ached now, tugging at every neuron in her mind. She could sense him now. Her maker. Eric. Wherever he was, he was much closer than he had been in a long time. With no where else to go and no one left to turn to, she began to follow the tug on a whim. Allowing it to guide her for however many miles she traveled until that fateful moment that brought her to the woods. She stared, dumbfounded as Eric and Pam both watched her in the same complete surprise. Her throat burned, body aching from lack of sleep, but she had found them.

"Willa," Eric said, his voice holding no joy. "What are you doing here? Why are you so far from home?"

"I-I could feel you," she whispered, walking closer. "I can't explain it, but I suddenly knew how to find you. I had no where else to go. Tara's," she stopped when she watched Pam visibly stiffen. "I was alone. I didn't know what else to do but when I felt you...I knew-I knew that I didn't have to be alone anymore." She met Eric's unmoving gaze. "Please," she begged. "Please don't send me away."

"Willa, it is not safe out here," Eric continued, holding out his hand as Pam stepped towards her sister. "You should return back to Bon Temps. Find Sookie. She and I might not be on the best of terms, but she'll take care of you."

The girl shook her head, a humorless laugh escaping from her parted lips. "They're all gone," she whispered. "I don't know where to, but the whole town has gone crazy. There was this barbecue and we were all attacked. These vampires, they were sick-like, real sick. It was like something had gotten into their brains and they lost whatever humanity was left."

Eric looked to his first progeny, eyeing her quietly before turning back to Willa. "What about the other towns," he inquired. "Did you see Fangtasia's condition before you came?" Willa shook her head, moving closer. It was at that moment that she caught site of the dark veins climbing up like ivy on her maker's neck. She cringed back, unintentionally, and let out a soft gasp. "Your..." She breathed, swallowing hard as she finally noted her maker's condition. "Your..."

"Sick," Pam finished for her, a hand resting on her hip. "Yeah, he's got the virus. And I'm pregnant, no thanks to your father and his damn-"

"Pamela," Eric warned, eyeing his eldest progeny with a slight look of disdain. "Don't start."

"I'm not a fucking child, Eric," she hissed. "And neither is Willa. You don't have to speak to us like we're fucking siblings bickering over a barbie doll. I'm fucking allowed to get mad at her because it was her own flesh and blood that did this to me. That," he voice grew softer. "That did this to you..."

"The last thing any of us needs is to become enemies with one another," Eric said, stepping towards the distraught Willa. "This world is fucked as it is. All we have left in it is each other."

Pam wanted to say something about how fucking ridiculous Eric was being with his sentimental spat, but she couldn't help but feel slightly guilty when she noted how upset Willa looked. Exhaling, she met her sister's gaze, ignoring the tears that welded up in the younger vampire's eyes. If it wasn't for this fucking baby, her hormones wouldn't have permitted her to feel this guilt. Yet, as she felt the child squirm within her, she sighed again softly and began to speak.

"Pam," Willa said softly. "I am so sorry. I-I didn't know-"

"It's fine," Pam said bluntly, holding up her hand. "It's not...your fault. I just needed someone to blame and I took it out on you. I'm sorry."

The corners of the younger vampire's lips upturned into a small smile. "I'm glad both of you are here," she admitted. "I was beginning to worry something had happened to you. Like, you'd gone after Sarah Newlin and she staked you or something. I mean, I would have felt it I-" But she was immediately silenced when Eric shot forward and gripped her shoulders.

"What did you say?" He asked, his tone frighteningly cold. "Willa," he shook her. "What did you say?"

"I thought something had happened to you?" Spluttered the young vampire.

"After that!"

"Sarah Newlin?"

"Jason killed her," Eric muttered, meeting his progeny's eyes. "We all saw him drag her fucking little cunt of an ass off and-"

Willa shook her head violently. "No," she admitted. "No, he didn't. He didn't kill Sarah Newlin. I-I thought that was why you and Pam disappeared in the first place. To take her out."

Eric released Willa as he took a step back, his face void of any emotions. "Well," he said quietly. "Let's go find her, shall we?"