"I'm sorry," Abigail said as she gently laid the sliver chains over Eric's wrists, stomach, ankles, and then his neck. Eric hissed in pain and she looked down at him with a worried expression.

"Don't be…this isn't your fault," Eric said. "If I could I would caress your cheek right now and kiss you, but I-I can't move."

Abigail sat on the back of her legs on the bed. "I would have liked that."

"I must be pretty strong," Eric said as he strained his neck to look down at the chains.

"You're the strongest vampire I know." Abigail responded.

"Will you stay with me?" he asked weakly.

Abigail nodded quickly. "Of course."

She lay down beside him, her body molding around his. She softly kissed his lips and looked deep into his blue eyes.

"Distract me…" he said, his voice strained with pain. "Tell me about your life."

Abigail gulped nervously and put a curl behind her ear. "Well, I found out that my parents are a vampire and a fairy."

"Seriously?" Eric inquired with a raised eyebrow in interest. "You're a Faerie-Vampire."

Abigail nodded. "Sadly, but I am sometimes stronger than people because I drank vampire blood which my fairy godmother told me not to."

"Why's that?"

"Because then I'll copy their powers. It's weird."

"Do you know them?"

"My father is Draven DeSangue also known as the famous vampire, Dracula. Apparently, he's the older than three thousand years. My mother is Mariana Stackhouse, Sookie's father's sister. They said that she was very nice."

"If she's like you than she must be beautiful."

Abigail chuckled softly and played with the button on his shirt as her brows knitted in confusion. "I keep on having dreams about her."

"Your mother?" Abigail nodded. "You can tell me about them if you want."

"It's the same dream over and over again. I walk inside of a beautiful empty house and there's this golden light filling throughout the entire house as I walk into it. Then I see her…my mother, but it's only the back of her. She almost looks like me actually and she's singing to a bundle in her arms which I assumed to be me in her arms. She's singing a song to me as she rocks her chair back and forth. My mother looks like she loves me and I can almost feel her emotions as she holds me in her arms. She calls me, 'her little dove' and tells me that my father and her love me very much then she kisses the top of my head and says, 'Always and Forever, my little dove'" Abigail gulped nervously and sniffled. "Then there's this dark figure who I assume to be my father because I can't see him either. I can only see his ring which is on my finger as well and he's holding me in his arms. He then walks out of the front doors which opened to this dark pit and the next thing I know, I see her…oh God, I see her blood spill onto the floor and then I wake up when I'm about to help her."

Abigail sobbed into his chest, letting it all out-all of her kept feelings. She lifted her head when she heard a sniffle and saw Eric crying blood tears. Her hand came up and wiped away the tears, smearing blood on his cheeks.

"Why are you crying?" she asked softly.

"Because it hurts to see you cry. I cannot bear the thought of it…I don't want you to be sad and I not be able to comfort you. I hate the chains restraining me."

"Don't worry, it's already sunrise right now and after the sun sets then you can hold me in your arms because I need you too." She told him. "I can't lose you too."

"How do you know that she is dead and your father is not?"

Abigail shrugged. "At first it wasn't like that…there wasn't any blood, but then one day it changed and she was suddenly dying and there was nothing I could do about it. I could feel the overwhelming emotion of sadness coming from my father."

"How…"

"I think it's because I have his blood inside of me and that's why I can feel him. But it's weak right now which could only mean that he's not close to me."

"Have you ever tried looking for him?"

"I don't if I want him to."

"Do you think he's trying to find you?"

She nodded. "Yes, but he's afraid to."

"Why?"

"Because he knows what he and my mother did to me…he's probably knows how abandoned I felt because of it. And that kind of emotion doesn't go away I guess," she told him.

"He seems nice."

"I think he's changed into a better person because of my mother or at least that's what everybody keeps on saying about them."

"What do they say?" Eric asked curiously.

"They say horrible things about him and good things about my mother. She was good and full of light…and she changed my father into a better person which made the vampire community hate her."

"That's too sad. Your mother was a good person and they were envious of her so they killed a good soul probably."

"Gran liked him."

"She must've seen something good in him too then."

"I want to find him, but then I don't."

"You're conflicted." Eric explained to her. "After all of this is over and when the witches are dealt with then you and I will go and find him."

She gaped at him. "Eric-"

"I love you and I am not letting you go through something like this alone. I love you, Abby and I don't want to ever be away from you." He confessed which made her smile at him.

"Oh, Eric…" she cupped his cheek and kissed his soft lips then whispered, "I love you too."

He chuckled breathlessly. "You do?"

"How could I not, you mad man? You've changed."

"What will happen to us when I get my memories back?" Eric asked, talking about the large elephant in the room now.

"Uh…I don't know."

"I won't be the same."

"I know."

"I won't be like this, Abby."

She looked deep into his eyes and said, "I will love you no matter who you are or what you become because then I will remember that there is this side of you and that you are good, but you only need a little guidance."

A blood tear slowly came down his face as he smiled and questioned, "Really? You will?"

She nodded. "I need you…all of you, Eric Northman."

Suddenly before she could kiss him, the wind violently blew around them and Abigail immediately sat up and put her hands on his chest when he started to yell and shout for the sun, his fangs out. She saw him struggle against the sliver put on him.

"Eric, stop!"

"THE SUN! I NEED THE SUN!" Eric roared over the wind around them. "LET ME GO!"

"No!"

"TAKE THEM OFF! TAKE THEM OFF!" He roared again as his head thrashed from side to side, snarling at her.

"You'll die if you take them," she shouted over the wind which blew her hair in all directions and then she forced him more down on the bed with her hands since he was struggling against the silver even more violently.

"I DON'T CARE!" Eric roared then looked her in the eyes as he roared in her face, "I! DON'T! CARE!"

Abigail growled angrily and straddled him and screamed, "WELL I DO!"

She didn't know what she was doing next, but a beam of purple light shot out of her hands and lit the entire room up. Eric's eyes rolled in the back of his head and made him pass out. The wind immediately stopped and Abigail was breathing heavily from all of the magic that had just passed through her entire body. It felt good…very good.

Across the town, the witches were flown back onto the ground by a strange purple light and as they sat up, they looked at each other in confusion as they sat in a circle around Marnie who immediately fell onto the ground. The witches flustered around her and helped her up on her feet, worried expressions on their faces.

"What the hell was that?" Holly asked.

Marnie/Antonia glared into the distance of a window. "Someone who wants to play…the vampires have someone stronger on their side."

"What do we do?"

"We have to kill her."

"Her?"

"Yes, it's a girl. I see her-felt her power and when I say power, I mean power. She was strong enough to break the spell of the sun on the vampires and who knows what else she can do."

"Do you know what she looks like?"

Marnie/Antonia chuckled and her eyes danced with amusement as she purred, "Of course I know what she looks like…she has her father's eyes." A dark look passed over Marnie/Antonia's face. "And I will never forget those eyes."

"Just yank it off," Eric commanded softly.

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."

"Trust me, I'll heal faster," he reassured her.

Abigail sighed and then yanked the sliver chain off of his neck. She couldn't help, but laugh at his cursing in Swedish.

"Holy Gods of Pig fuckers," she questioned. "Nice to know your use of different kinds of vocabulary here."

Eric chuckled then winced in pain. "Thank you and yeah."

"Why aren't you healing already?"

"Well, I haven't really fed since-"

"Since you killed our fairy godmother."

Eric nodded. "Right."

Eric groaned in pain as he sat up on his elbows, still wincing at the pain. He had blood all over him and deeply burned skin on his wrists, stomach, ankles, and neck. It looked like someone had murdered him by skinning him alive or something.

She looked over his wounds and inquired, "A TruBlood isn't going to help with this, I'm guessing."

Eric nodded. "Nope. It's too…the wounds are too deep and there is much blood loss because of the silver."

"You need to feed."

"No, I-I just need to rest."

Abigail sighed in frustration. "You can…I'm trusting you, Eric…I'm trusting you to not lose control when you feed on me."

"Abby-" Eric protested.

"Don't bother arguing with me," she told him. "It's no use arguing with a stubborn person like me, trust me."

"Wrap silver around your hand and use it if I lose control." Eric said.

Abigail wrapped a silver chain around her hand and then spoke, "I trust you."

"I won't betray you," Eric whispered sincerely which actually made her smile. "Ever."

Abigail helped Eric up so that he could get a good angle towards her neck which she bared for her. She shivered when she felt his nose graze her jaw and then her neck, inhaling her scent into his nose. Eric's eyes closed in bliss then his lips softly kissed her pretty white neck before slowly sinking his fangs into her.

She gasped in pleasure and held onto Eric. She heard him growl lowly in his chest as his hand gripped her hair then the back of her neck. She herself suddenly getting wet because it felt too good when he was biting into her neck and there was no pain from his fangs which she found odd. She guessed that her body was so used the fangs that it really didn't hurt her.

Eric ripped himself away from her neck because her blood was causing him to lose himself once again since it was so sweet and delicious. Abigail's eyes gazed at his bloody mouth in wonderment as her chest heaved up and down. Eric's eyes locked with hers as he bit into his wrist. She licked her lips unconsciously and felt herself moving closer to Eric. The silver chain dropped to the ground, completely forgotten.

"We will be one," he said without hesitation.

Abigail brought his wrist to her mouth and she kept her eyes locked onto Eric's as she latched her mouth onto the wound. Eric groaned in pleasure and he slid her body until she was sitting on his lap. His hand went into her hair and seized it tightly. She could feel his fingers digging into her scalp, but it only excited her as she closed her eyes in pleasure and kept on drinking. His blood was sweet and sour.

Much like his personality.

Abigail couldn't seem to get enough of it. It was so addicting and she now knew why there were V-addicts in the world. She could feel Eric and his emotions. Their bond was growing even stronger and stronger each day now. She didn't care for Claudine's or Godric's warning about drinking vampire blood. No, all she seemed to care about was Eric.

Abigail roughly pushed Eric onto his back and straddled his waist, moving her hips around unconsciously. Eric threw his head back and moaned loudly at the mixture of pleasure and pain between them.

Abigail pushed away from him and held her hand up to mouth, her teeth hurting. She ran her tongue over her teeth and winced as she felt a sharp pain when her tongue touched something sharp.

Abigail kept her mouth shut to silence her screams of pain as she fell onto Eric's chest. Her hand shook over mouth, cursing violently at the pain.

"Oh God, it hurts," she muffled through her hand.

Eric sat up, his body healed because of her blood. He had a worried expression on his face as he held her in his arms. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"It hurts," she cried, tears springing through the corners of her eyes as she rolled off of him and buried her face into the fur on the bed.

His hand rubbed her back as he said, "Show me."

"No," she sniffled stubbornly. "I-It hurts too much."

Eric sighed and he asked softly, "Please, Abby. I want to see you."

She sniffled and turned over. She closed her eyes as she opened her mouth. She heard Eric gasp softly.

"You have fangs…"

Her eyes shot open and she scrambled off of the bed. "WHAT?!"

Abigail climbed up the ladder and went upstairs. She found a mirror and wanted to scream as she saw her reflection. Her fingers hesitantly touched the fangs in her mouth.

"Oh my fucking God," Sookie gasped from behind her.

Abigail whirled around. "I…I don't know what happened."

"What…how…"

"Claudine and Godric warned me not to drink vampire blood," Abigail confessed and then pointed to her fangs. "I think this is why."

Sookie came closer to her and touched one of her fangs then smiled. "So you're a vampire now?"

She scoffed then shouted, "I am not a fucking vampire!"

Sookie knitted her brows in confusion. "You think if I put silver to you that you'll burn?"

"Don't you dare."

"This is serious, Abby. We need to figure out what the hell is happening to you. I mean you put every vampire to sleep and broke the sun spell casted on the vampires."

"I did?"

Sookie nodded. "I was with Jessica and Bill and then they just immediately passed out when a purple light came in which I assumed to be from you. I mean no one has that kind of power and now this. Do you think that maybe you're copying their forms now. Like you can look like them."

"Like a shifter?"

Sookie shrugged. "Kind of. I mean you are Faerie-Vampire."

Abigail sighed and sat on the couch, Eric had sped out of the cubby and next to her. "I like them on you."

She buried her face into her hands. "No, you don't so stop being so nice about it. I'm ugly."

"No, you're not," Eric argued, almost angrily. "You are the most beautiful person I have ever met-no offense, Sookie."

Sookie chuckled and sat on the other side of her. "Thank you for that and none taken."

"I will love you no matter who you are or what you become," Eric told her, she smiled at her own words being used. "I love you and isn't loving someone about loving who they are…maybe this is who you are. You are both a faerie and a vampire…you can't be one or the other."

She lifted her head up and said, "I just wish I can get rid of these fangs already."

Eric and Sookie chuckled beside her. Eric kissed her on the lips quickly and said, "You're aroused that's why they're out."

"Eric!" Sookie scolded, but Abigail only smirked at him and gave him a look.

He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close to his chest. "Just breathe and they'll go away."

Abigail nodded and did as he told her to do.

She closed her eyes and counted.

Inhale. Exhale.

Inhale. Exhale.

Inhale. Exhale.

Inhale. Exhale.

Abigail heard a click and she ran her tongue over her teeth hesitantly, afraid to find more fangs. But there weren't any fangs and her teeth were back to normal.

"Thank you," she whispered and wrapped her arms around his torso.

He kissed the top of her head and whispered back, "You're welcome, Abigail."

If I had fangs because I drank too much vampire blood…then what will happen once I drink fairy blood?

Why do I have to be such a freak sometimes?

I guess I can now add this to the list of the crazy things that have happened to me.

TBC…

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