A/N: So...this one shot is now three mini-linked shots *innocent look*

Eric blurred down into the bowels of the house, his sensitive ears searching for the out for the slightest sound in the dark. Pam had felt it necessary to knock her blood-sister unconscious because , "the bloody little bitch tried to feed on me." He appreciated her restraint and promptly rewarded her with ready cash for her favorite boutique and nail shop, plus two weeks unrestricted use of his new Audi S5. It was the least he could do for her trials and tribulations of the past seven days.

It was Pam's panicked call, moments after his difficult conversation with his bonded, that changed the direction of his evening. Contrary to what he'd told Sookie, he hadn't planned on fucking his new girl, but go to a blood bar in the shadiest sector of Shreveport and get tanked on exotic play.

"Master, I don't wish to criticize and hesitate to relay this information, but..." She drew a deep breath, an unusually human action for her and most likely the influence of Sookie. "Your new child is maddened. She will not take any food, synthetic or otherwise, and I fear she will remain feral."

He'd groaned audibly, his forehead creasing as a rare moment of guilt and shame enveloped him. His turning of the delectable human had been hasty and unplanned. He'd been so intoxicated by the feeling of surrender, warmth, and acquiescence to his every desire, he'd neglected to take the normal precautions and went too far.

Since they were in the city far from grave earth, he'd hastily loaded her into a coffin and flew her home with him, then relegated her into Pam's care. He hadn't returned to her side because there'd been several minor crises demanding his attention, and then his audience with Sookie. It wasn't that his new child was far from his thoughts - for she was the burning in his loins and sweetness upon his fangs - it was the lack of control she represented that enabled excuses to flood his mind and lips.

A scratching noise in the corner opposite him dragged him from his morass of guilty thoughts and back to the present problem at hand. He must school his wayward progeny in the correct ways of her new nature, or she would have to be destroyed.

Eric opened his mouth to call her when he realized he had no fucking clue what her name was. They'd exchanged little conversation and no information when they first met, and he hadn't seen her since that night. Refraining from slapping his own forehead in frustrated amusement, Eric held still so he could locate her in the black using all of his senses.

The honeysuckle and blood wine scent was deeper, spicier, a viscous liquid he could almost taste in his mouth. His fangs instantly burst from his gums and his body hardened impossibly, until he felt like he swung a marble cock between his thighs. He flew across the distance between them, arms catching up her smaller body as she swung with lightning fast reflexes, crushing her down into the soft bedding at their feet.

Normally newly made vampires lay within their Maker's embrace for three days beneath the blanket of earth, rising with thirst quenched by a hunt (or in some cases by the bottle of Trublood waiting at the side of the grave). He had condemned his beloved to a ravening state of blood-lust because he couldn't face the enormity of the mistake he'd made.

Her mindless cries and snapping of fangs raked across his heart with the same harshness of nails on chalkboard, and he clutched her tighter to his breast, feeling the shreds of cloth hanging off of her. She struggled beneath him, her body flexing and bunching beneath him until he thought he would go mad himself with another sort of lust she roused.

"Be still now," he hissed between completely elongated fangs. His command had little effect on her, and Eric knew there was only one thing he could do since she was too far gone to understand words.

Clutching her throat in one hand so she wouldn't try to escape, he quickly ripped off his own clothes and pressed his equally naked skin against her. Her whimpering and struggling slowly tapered off until a low crooning vibrated between them.

"Yes, feed. Trust your instincts."

He tipped his head to the side, baring his neck to her, and two dainty points pricked his suddenly overly sensitized skin, finding no resistance and sliding in with ease. The blood sluggishly responded to her suckling, and Eric felt pride and wonder at how powerful he felt feeding his beloved. This was how it was supposed to be, the giving and receiving of his gifts, the visceral need of him in every way.

Gently he turned them over so he lay on his back and she stretched out along his cool length. Even though she wasn't tiny, she was so much smaller than he, and he marveled at the differences between them as male and female. She was pliant and boneless beneath his questing fingers, parting her legs and canting her hips to open herself as much as he needed.

Eric slightly mourned the absence of blood-heated warmth nestled between strong thighs, but he no longer regretted making her; instead he felt a bone-deep excitement at having another who belonged so completely and totally to him, her will was his, and he would forever own her in a way no human could ever comprehend.

Two fingers...three...her slippery wetness accepted his hand as easily as his flesh her fangs. She stirred with another hunger as he pumped her delicate flesh before gently, so as not to disturb her feeding, slipping his cock into her, and began rocking her back and forth, allowing her to adjust to being filled with him in all ways.

Time ceased to exist for him as he slowly fed her twinning lusts, the basis of her madness; normally when a vampire was turned, the bite proceeded the sex, and both were ready for the moment of death. In her case, he had allowed his anger and grief to overcome his usual reason and taken her beyond that point, forcing her body to respond to his again and again even as he brought her over. Then he compounded the mistake by not giving her the surcease her changing body needed.

Now, he unselfishly gave of himself, groaning when she ground against him in furious need. Grasping her hips in his hands, he thrust upward, over and over, until he felt her muscles tremoring and clenching around him in delicious waves. Her fangs ripped from his neck as she climaxed, the Maker-Child bond snapping into place with stunning clarity, pushing Eric into orgasm as well.

Her body warily tensed above his as she too sensed the bond, but also the other threads entwined in their connection. Curiously and somewhat cautiously, she tested the strand leading to Pam, and they both felt her delight, annoyance, and lusty pleasure. Gaining confidence, his honeysuckle girl reached out to the other shining strand, but Eric was too languid with pleasure to realize too late it lead back to Sookie.

The blood bond was similar to the Maker's bond because of the deep ties it forged between vampire and his companion. Sookie's otherness had enriched it to an extraordinary depth, so as long as Eric wasn't consciously blocking it, her perceptions of his emotions were as clear as if she were in the same room as he regardless of where she was physically. Tearing pain slashed at both of them in an overwhelming torrent before Eric broke off the connection.

He was shocked by Sookie's emotional reaction to his child, until he realized this was the first time he hadn't shielded her from his extracurricular activities. When she'd denied him her body, he'd gone elsewhere for the blood, if not for sex. This was the first time he had betrayed his bonded in that manner, and she'd experienced it in its entirety.

Eric waited to feel some sort of shame, repentance, or regret, but merely found himself reaching for his beloved, and pulling her into his embrace once more. They still had hours left before dawn, and then two more days to follow, before they could leave this faux-grave. He wanted his honeysuckle girl to emerge unscathed and strong, able to handle the rigors of her new world, seated at his side.