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Summary: Formerly I Died in Dallas. While in Dallas, Sookie dies and rises as a vampire with Godric as her Maker. Little did they know it would only be the beginning. Adopted from Demon Flame. Based on the first two seasons ONLY.
She Died in Dallas by RN2017
Beta'ed by HartofBooks
Disclaimer: I don't own True blood, sadly.
Chapter Twelve: Queen Sophie-Anne's Procurer
I'm flesh and blood, but not human. I haven't been human for 200 years. Please, how shall I put you at ease? Shall we begin like David Copperfield? 'I am born...I grew up.' Or shall we begin when I was born to darkness, as I call it? That's really where we should start, don't you think...1791 was the year it happened. I was 24. Younger than you are now. But times were different then. I was a man at that age. The master of a large plantation, just south of New Orleans. I had lost my wife in childbirth. She and the infant had been buried less than half a year. I would've been happy to join them. I couldn't bear the pain of their loss. I longed to be released from it. I wanted to lose it all: my wealth, my estate, my sanity... Most of all, I longed for death. I know that now. I invited it. A release from the pain of living. My invitation was open to anyone. To the whore at my side. To the pimp that followed. But it was a vampire that accepted.
- Interview with a Vampire Opening Monologue
He never wanted to come back to this town, but he had no choice. If the Queen was anything she was persistent in her quest to attain more power. However, holding a seat of power in the modern world was trickier than just holding onto a crown. The Queen had learned that quickly, so she employed other tactics in order to meet her goals.
For now, she collected things, and humans with unique abilities to build her power. It wasn't unusual for Kings and Queens of territories to collect unusual things, for power. However, the Queen was collecting more than just a few items or humans. He had been sent to acquire a girl by the name of Sookie Stackhouse.
Compton stood in front of Shreveport's premier vampire bar, Fangtasia. As a vampire of the system of law Compton had to check in with the local sheriff whenever he travelled to a different area. He only wished that he wasn't now in Eric's area.
He had meet the older vampire before when he was younger and didn't know better. Bill was sorry to say he hadn't left a good impression on the older vampire. And it seemed that the majority of his interactions with the ancient, had left a bitter taste in said vampire's mouth.
He got in line for the bar and within 30 minutes or so has reached the head of the line. Bill felt agitated and simply wanted this part of his mission to be over.
"Well, if it isn't our own southern gentleman. Come to play?" the vampire in front of him leered/drawled. As Bill approached the vampire speaking, now at the head of the line, he saw a familiar face. Her name was Pamela Swynford De Beaufort. The first and only child of Eric Northman, Sheriff of Area 5.
"No, I'm here to see Eric. I plan on staying a while."
One of Pam's neat eyebrows rose at the statement, although she remained silent.
Bill began to pull out his ID when a cold hand stopped him. He looked up to Pam shaking her head.
"Eric is minding the morals. I will be sure to inform him of your arrival."
Bill walked passed Pam and into the writhing mass of people occupying the bar. He dodged the dance floor, heading first to the bartender, ordered a round of True Blood then sat at one of the tables that sat facing towards the center of the room.
Bill looked over to the stage across the room after he sat down. He couldn't understand why in the world humans found him appealing, slouching in the self-made throne. He saw as Pam whispered into Eric's ear. Shortly after, Eric stood and walked towards the back.
Pam locked eyes with him and motioned her head for him to follow the pair into one of the offices in the back rooms. He took in a deep breath of air he doesn't need and follows Pam's full length black leather steel stunned skirt.
They move in silence, as only vampires can. Pam opened the door for her master and quickly followed him into his office as Bill entered.
"Bill Compton, do what do I own the pleasure" Eric remarked as he approached his desk.
The smug bastard sat behind his desk at the far side of the wall, his presence dominating the room despite being seated. The office itself wasn't much to look at, it was minimalistic at best. Compton assumed that this was where Eric conducted all of his administrative duties. It seemed that he didn't want to bring his work home with him, although it didn't really give a hint as to where he hid his dungeon. Eric was always a fan of the classics when it came to torture and imprisonment.
"I've come don't inform you that I'm going to be staying in Bon Temps. As required by the vampiric law," he informed him.
"I see," Eric replied, "And how long will you be staying, as they say around these parts, in our neck of the woods?"
"Not long. Hopefully just a few weeks." Bill understood very quickly that short truth laced answers were always the best way to move on from questions he didn't necessarily want to answer wholly truthfully.
"Do you have the paperwork?" Eric asked.
"Here you are." He opened the jacket he was wearing and pulled out the paperwork the Queen completed for him.
A hand with long blood red nails snatched the paperwork from his hands. He looked up to see who the hand belonged to and found Pam sporting a smirk on her face.
"I'll take those," she said with a smile. Pam looked over the papers quickly then handed them to Eric.
He briefly looked at the papers she handed him and sighed.
"It seems everything is in order. Enjoy your stay," he said with an intense smile. Bill left the room quickly, careful to keep his eyes on Eric. He walked through the back rooms and moved passed the bar. It wasn't until he was in his car driving away from the bar that he pulled out his phone to dial a New Orleans area code to report back to his Queen.
Shortly after becoming a vampire Godric promptly set up a room for her, a phone and a line of credit to help her adjust to her new life. She was introduced to many of Godric's allies and many of the vampires who resided in his territory as well as her blood brother Eric and his child Pam. Sookie was both overwhelmed and a bit overexcited at her new life.
It had only been when she saw her brother that she had begun to miss her old life. Sookie had been texting with Jason for the last few weeks. It had been close to a month since she was last in Bon Temps, and surprisingly found her brother in a vampire bar looking for V. Sookie had quickly formed a plan to meet her brother but those plans swiftly fell through. Instead they were now texting.
She was currently lying in bed, awake in the middle of the day. She couldn't understand why she was up, only that she was. Most times she would lie in bed searching things on her laptop or reading some of the books on Godric's shelves.
Today she was talking to her brother, who had told Gran that she was alive. Well, more like undead. From her brother she knew her Gran wanted to see her. But Sookie thought it would be a bad idea. If the council knew she was keeping contact with her family, they would hunt her and kill her.
Sookie had been talking to him on and off for the past two hours. Her phone sounded informing her she had a text message.
Talk to you soon. Heading to work.
Have a good day. :)
;)
She smiled. If only she could sleep for the day, then she wouldn't be spending her time in boredom. She looked over the books in the library. Sookie had finished about a half a wall of books in Godric's library. But today she was looking for something else.
Sookie sometimes dreamed of sunlight. She missed that more than most things about being human. Sookie could only imagine what two thousand years in the dark could do to someone.
She could feel that the end of the day was coming, just like she could feel the coming sunrise. Sookie stretched her senses out to detect the only other vampire in the house, Godric. His room sat across the hall from hers.
She lay still slowly sinking into the mattress under her. Slowly over the course of last month she had begun awakening long before sunset. At first it was a few minutes before sunset then a few hours. Now if she rested an hour before sunrise she would be awake within four hours. At first she thought maybe it would cause problems, leading to health or eating concerns. But so far when she woke up she was perfect refreshed.
She heard a gasp and movement from the other room. Godric was up. Sookie sat up in bed and walked to her bathroom to take a shower. She kept it short, drying off quickly then heading to her newly bought closet filled with clothes and dressed for the night.
Sookie met him in his office. After coming back to Dallas she had started each of her nights by meeting him in his office. He wanted her to know as much of the vampire world as fast as possible in order to prepare her for her future. The vampire would seemed overwhelming at times, but her maker reassured her that as long as she obeyed the few laws vampires had she could always ask for his help.
"Hi," she said as she entered.
Godric nodded to her as she sat in front of his desk.
"Goodnight, how was your day sleep?" he asked.
"Dreamless."
Sookie sat there for a few moments in silence as he finished typing something into his laptop. Whenever she met him he seemed to be always working on something. She guessed that being sheriff of an area meant lots of paperwork.
"I'm sorry about cleaning the other day. I didn't know that you have the service," she spat out quickly. "I guess I'll just need more time adjusting."
Sookie had noticed that Godric liked to keep a clean working space, as well as a clean home. At first Sookie at taken to cleaning her room, the living room, as well as the kitchen, as she did every weekend in her human life. She had been in the middle of doing her laundry, and making fast work of the kitchen, when Godric found her bent over the oven scrubbing away. She had discovered that he hired a cleaning service that came during the day once a week, as well as a maid service to take care of the sheets and their dirty clothing. Sookie quickly apologized embarrassed she never thought about asking before cleaning herself.
Godric smiled at her.
"It's alright. I honestly thought that you would ask me to order food at some point. Or at least try to eat something."
"Eat something? Like a person? Or like human food?"
"Human food," he replied. "I remember when I was first turned, after a few days I started eating grapes without realizing it. A few hours later I was vomiting up blood and what looked like half done raisins."
"So eating human food in the beginning is normal?" she asked.
"Not normal, just not unexpected." Sookie saw a ghost of a smile on his face.
"I was born some time before the first century on the coast of France but back then it was known as Gaul," he began,
It was the first time she had ever heard him talk about the past, except for in the presence of her vampire brother. She had only heard bits and pieces from the vampires who passed through Godric's home. She knew that he was old when she met him, dying in his arms. But there were two thousand years missing from his life that she knew little about. Sookie knew Eric, her blood brother, was made over a thousand years ago and that his child Pam was at least a century old. But Godric had lived for a long time and she suspected that most of that time he spent it alone.
"We druids worshiped the elements. We believed in spirits not gods like the Romans did," he whispered as he remembered.
She noticed the tattoo on Godric's left arm from her seat across from him. "Is this tattoo from when you were younger?" She asked.
Sookie got up from her chair and move closer to see his tattoos up close. Without paying much attention to what she was doing her fingers brushed over the bottom of the design.
"It is the tribal symbol for water." He remarked to the tattoo she was touching.
"I was captured as a small boy by the Roman army during one of Julius Caesar's invasions of Gaul, just before the first century. We were dragged thousands of miles from our home. I can still remember the screams from my neighbors and feel the fear from my family. We were brought back to Rome and sold as slaves to a roman master."
"I was my sister was the one who discovered it first. That our master wasn't human." Godric sighed. "I guess looking back now it was the reason why she was killed first. He used her to break me physical and emotionally. Only to revealed himself later to be a vampire."
"They branded me as a slave. They used me as a slave for both their labor and sexual needs as I grew into a teenager. And then just after I became sixteen I was made by my master."
"My new master was cruel and sadistic," Godric paused.
"I don't really know how long I stayed with him. But I do remember training and learning new things about my new life. I learned all I could from him about being a vampire, and had mastered my new abilities."
"I killed my Maker seeking revenge for the abuse I had suffered at his hands during my Human life. The act got me into serious trouble with the ancient vampire community, so I fled into the wilderness to escape their justice, living feral and alone for centuries until I saw Eric."
Godric looked into her eyes. Sookie took a seat on the edge of his desk making sure not disturb the balance of the tabletop.
"When I made Eric I promised myself, that I would never abuse my power over anyone that I would make, like my Maker had done to me. And now I promise to you that I will never be what my master was."
Godric paused.
"Do you trust me to keep my promise?" he asked with a hint of hopefulness running through his voice.
"I do," she answered unquestionably.
To Be Continued…
