"We need her." Warlow spat, as he paced the floor of the basement.
"I assure you Sookie is not needed." Bill replied shortly.
"I intend to turn Sookie. Tonight." Warlow stood mere inches from Bill's face. Bill turned on his heel, now pacing back and forth as he frowned in consternation.
"She does not need to be a part of this." He said flatly.
"We need her light, and as a vampire she would have immense power." Warlow countered.
Bill closed his eyes as if in prayer, "Lillith, if you are listening, please show me the way."
"She will end your life Bill Compton, you know not who you are dealing with! Lillith is nothing more than a monster!" Warlow hissed.
"Enough!" Bill bellowed. "You shall turn the girl tonight. You have three days; on the third day we end the Governor's tyranny over our race. Train her, teach her restraint, teach her to hunt, and teach her to feed."
"And as your maker I command you to sit."
Warlow immediately felt himself forced into the medical chair affixed to the floor in the middle of the room. Before he could protest, Bill plunged a syringe deep into Warlow's neck, extracting several viles of blood.
"That should do." Bill said thoughtfully as he held a vile directly before his eyes. "You may go."
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Warlow spent the early morning hours hunting his next meal. He would slowly stalk his prey, taking careful measure to glamour each and every one, while only taking a small amount of blood; never wanting to weaken an individual tremendously.
After he had fed, Warlow made his way back to Sookie's house. When he arrived at the edge of the woods and into the clearing of her yard, his anger soared to dangerous heights. Sookie was sitting on her front porch laughing with the man who had attempted to drown her only days before. Warlow fled to the scene instantly, his nostrils flaring with fangs out, poised to attack.
"Warlow, no!" Sookie scrambled to her feet, pressing her hands to his chest.
"Lafayette didn't know what he was doing before, he was possessed by the spirit of my father, he's gone now!" She urged breathlessly.
Warlow's fangs retracted as he studied Lafayette.
"Boyfriend I is sorry but Sookie done come to me looking to talk to them crazy ass parents of hers." Lafayette dramatically ran his fingers over his eyebrows, smoothing any stray hairs. He turned to face Sookie, his lips turned down into a serious pout. "Sook, you like a sister to me, you know I'd never hurt ya."
Sookie placed her hand on his shoulder, "I know, Lafayette. It was my fault for convening a seance anyway." She shrugged her small shoulders. Silence fell over them like a heavy wool blanket.
Her eyes suddenly lit, "Now where are my manners. Y'all want something to eat, drink maybe?" She sweetly smiled.
Sookie made her way into the kitchen, pulling various items from her refrigerator. A few short moments passed before she heard lively conversation coming from the front porch. She listened in quickly, worry creeping through her body. After a peek into Lafayette's thoughts, her fears were calmed as they seemed to be conversing pleasantly. Sookie reveled in the easiness of it all. Warlow didn't seem like the type to let things go lightly.
An hour or so passed before Lafayette began to leave. He gave Sookie a hug before making his way to the driveway. He stopped at the bottom porch step, surveying all that was around, "This a weird motha-fuckin' town and you sure gotta thang for dangerous men, Sook. But mhmmm! Do I hope it work out wit this one." He raked his eyes up and down Warlow before tossing his head back, "Ciao, bitches."
Warlow and Sookie exchanged suppressed smiles as they watched Lafayette walk away.
They sat on the porch together for several more hours, talking about their lives and discussing the future. When silence finally fell, Warlow took Sookie's hands in his. "Tonight my sweet Sookie, I wish to make you immortal. And to make you mine for eternity"
Excitement and fear both danced across her features. He held her hands firmly as they rose to their feet.
Before Sookie had time for the reality of the situation to sink in, she was already standing in the cemetery near her house, looking down into the pit that Warlow had dug.
"This shall do." He said, as he layed his shirt on the ground.
He lifted his hand to Sookie, "Come, my love, this is not the end, this is merely the beginning." His muscular arms flexed as he slowly lifted Sookie down into the grave. Warlow took her face in his hands searching her eyes for what felt like an eternity before he finally whispered, "Are you sure this is what you want? I will love you forever, Sookie, no matter what you decide."
A single tear slid down her cheek as she mentally said goodbye to the life she had known. "I've never wanted anything more."
Before another word could be spoken, Warlow lowered his head and locked his lips onto hers. The sheer immeasurable lust was almost too much for Sookie to handle. His strong arms held her close as thousands of years of love poured from his being, casting a warm glow upon them. His lips slowly traveled the length of her neck, sensually caressing her. He gently began to lower her to the ground; their kiss becoming more feverish with each passing moment. For a fleeting moment Warlow stopped, he put his lips to her ear and ever so quietly whispered, "I love you, Sookie Stackhouse."
He plunged his fangs deep into her throat as her eyes flew open.