AN: And here we have the last chapter of this fic. Enjoy!

I awoke and drank trueblood. I picked up a few mementos from the house. A photo album, a few pieces of gran's jewellery and some clothes. I wrapped up the silver bullet that had lived in my dresser drawer for so long in a hanky and put it in the little box of keepsakes I was taking.

I put my things in Eric's car and went for a walk around the woods, visiting all my favourite places as I made my way towards the graveyard. I stopped at gran's grave. I didn't throw myself in the dirt like I'd done once before, I just stood staring.

'Gran. I miss you. I hope... I hope you ain't disappointed with me, wherever you are.' I'd changed when I'd become a vampire, but my love for my gran hadn't. That same old deep aching sadness filled me as I thought of her. She would have understood, not like Jason. And she'd have been able to fix things between us, I was sure. Gran had always known just how to deal with us Stackhouses, from when we were kids fighting in the yard to teenagers sulking.

'I wish you were here gran, so bad.' I said. Blood welled in my eyes and I let myself cry a little until I felt calmer. I pressed my fingers to the rough stone of her tombstone and silently bid her farewell. I'd come back at visit, I knew, but maybe not for a long time.

I didn't walk back to the house, I flew. The old Sookie Stackhouse would have walked even if she could fly, she'd always been trying to fit in. But that Sookie Stackhouse was dead. In a way my brother was right, I was a different person. So I flew, because I could. I changed into clean clothes since I'd cried blood all over mine.

I locked up and left my keys on the kitchen table. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders as I walked down the front steps for maybe the last time. It was with a weird mix of excitement and sadness that I pulled outta the drive in Eric's ridiculous corvette. I looked out the window once, long and hard, memorising the house I'd lived in so long, then I put my foot down and didn't look back.

I drove to Shreveport at break neck vampire speed just because I could. Well, I drove sedately enough when there were cars around - I didn't wanna cause an accident - but I floored it on the deserted stretches and let myself enjoy the giddy rush of it.

Fangtasia was open for business. I parked Eric's corvette right in front. I didn't go round back and try to be inconspicuous. I hopped out and strolled over to the door like I owned the place. I wasn't dressed particularly 'vampy', just one of my nicer summer dresses and a pretty pair of sandals, but the little crowd of people waiting by the door stared at me like I was real exotic, so obviously I looked the part.

Tara was on the door. She raised a brow when I stopped before her. 'Darling sister.' she deadpanned.

I rolled my eyes. She was sounding more and more like our maker.

'Hey T.' I replied.

My eyes slid over her, taking her in. She was also dressed a lot like Pam. An over the top outfit that was super tight and screamed 'vamp!'. It was less girly then the stuff Pam wore but breathing Tara wouldn't have touched the ensemble with a ten foot pole. It actually kinda suited her.

'Her highness will be thrilled to have you back so soon.' she continued. The humans waiting to be let in were real intrigued by our conversation now, I could feel their thoughts buzzing curiously. The whole vampire royalty thing had only really come out with Bill's demise and they found it fascinating.

I smirked. 'She's actually making you call her that?'

Tara snorted. 'Well, it's better than Princess Pamela.' She waved me in.

The first thing I looked at when I entered the reopened bar was my maker. Pam had made sure of that. She looked every inch a Vampire Princess sitting on Eric's throne in a spectacular red dress. It clung to her curves in all the right places and combined with her waves of golden hair and the diamonds she was wearing, well, the vermin were well and truly 'enthralled'. The fact that she was more or less sitting under a spotlight while the rest of the bar was dim probably helped a little though.

I was surprised. The bar was busy. I'd thought business would have been really slow what with all the anti-vampire stuff going on at the moment, but apparently not. I recognised a few of the vamps in the place, but no one I knew personally.

Pam had felt my presence of course, and let me know through our bond that I should approach her. I did so, bowing my head respectfully.

'Your highness, you look devastating this evening.' I said, managing to keep my voice serious and my face straight. I felt her delight at both my compliment and use of the title, even though she knew I was only really using it for the benefit of the humans hanging around.

'Sookie darling.' she drawled. 'Sit with your maker.' I took one of the smaller seats beside her throne. 'You were troubled last night, and again this evening.' she said and even though her voice was cool, I felt her mild concern through our bond.

For my maker, even saying that much counted as a pretty heartfelt declaration. 'My brother.' I sighed. 'I was hoping I'd be able to find some sort of balance between my old life and my new one, but it's plain now that's not gonna happen.'

Pam's eyes snapped to mine, her attention focusing laser-like upon me. 'Your human friends and family did not accept you?'

'I think Sam was… okay with it. But otherwise, no, they didn't really.' I admitted.

Pam narrowed her eyes. 'Then they are fools. You were amusing enough as a human - although painfully annoying at times - but you're far more entertaining as my child.' She smiled, fangs out. 'Both of my progeny are impressive. Tara's strength and your microwave fingers, not to mention your flying,' she glared at me at that, '… are the talk of the vampires of Louisiana.' Clearly she was enjoying being known to have sired powerful vampires. Which was all nice enough for her, and yeah, I was lucky I guessed to have awoken with such rare powers, but vamp or fairy magic wasn't something that was gonna impress my friends back home. Only scare them.

Pam was silent for a moment as she perused her domain. I sat beside her glumly. 'You are vampire Sookie,' she said after a few minutes, her voice careful, as if she'd actually put a bit of thought into what she was saying. '- of an ancient and powerful line, loved by Eric to nauseating degree and full of potential. Leave your human sorrows with your human life. In Bon Temps. Make your new life whatever you want it to be.'

I stared at my maker in amazement. 'Pamela Swynford de Beauford,' I said. It was the first time I'd ever used her full name. It suited her. It sounded bitchy. 'That was one of the most thoughtful things anyone's ever said to me.' She shot me an acidic glare, all trace of that motherly concern of her's evaporating instantly. I smiled back at her widely. 'I'm glad you're my maker.' I told her, letting her feel the honesty of my words through our bond. She pretended to be repulsed by my softness, but I could tell she really liked it. My maker was a lot softer than she let on.

She sniffed and waved a hand dismissively. 'Enough of this emotional shit Sookie. We're vampires.' She straightened in her chair. 'Act it.'

I spent the rest of the night splitting my time between Tara and Pam. Pam liked having me sit with so she could show me off to the other vamps, and Tara was in a better mood than she'd been in months. It was like having the Tara of a year or two back. Before any vampire or maenad shit. She was in her element managing the bar and working the door. The human employees were enthralled by her. She terrified them, but sorta transfixed them as well. She really was taking all Pam was teaching her and rolling with it. For someone who'd wanted to meet the sun when she first awoke, she seemed to be making a pretty impressive vamp. I followed her around chatting and helping her out by scanning the humans for underage drinkers and trouble makers. I found three teenagers with fake IDs. Nothing more sinister though.

We were having a trueblood at the bar about an hour before closing when the only big incident of the night occurred. Tara was talking about having her hair relaxed - Pam's glamour really was rubbing off onto my formerly extremely casually styled friend, I couldn't imagine vamp Tara in cut offs and sneakers – when I felt it. I could sense six vamps apart from me and Tara in the room, and two of them were Pam's employees. I got a flash of something like anger from one of them so I zoomed in. I realised straight away that is was bloodlust.

He was feeding.

I turned and stared at the booth were I felt him. He was feeding off a pretty girl probably my age or a bit younger. I didn't particularly care, but the fact that he was doing it in public, in my maker's bar, in the midst of an anti-vampire crisis, I did care about. I managed to restrain the urge to zap over there and slap him around, but only since I didn't want people to realise what was happening since that would be bad for Pam's business. I zeroed in on the girl. Her thoughts were glassy, she was heavily glamoured. And there was something else, a sorta weird echo in her head, a giddiness? It was almost familiar. Suddenly I recognised it. It was the feeling I'd felt when Bill had drained me. The girl was dying. I shot across the room at vamp speed. Tara was at my side a split second later.

I grabbed the vamp's shoulder but he was a few decades old at least, I was more or less a newborn. I couldn't budge him.

'The fuck you think you doing?!' Tara growled as she dragged the vamp off the girl and held him up by his throat. He was a handsome guy, a few empty compliments and he would've had his pick of willing donors without needing to glamour anyone. I left him for Tara to handle and pulled the girl into my arms, pressing a palm to her neck to stop the bleeding. The smell of her blood was overwhelming, but she was so weak that my pity for her helped me restrain my hunger. She was floppy like a drunk and more or less unconscious. I could feel her heart stuttering. She needed vampire blood or a transfusion in a hospital. Pam and the other vamps had congregated on the booth. I sought out my maker's eyes looking for guidance.

'Sookie.' she said. 'Take the girl to my office and see to her injury.' I nodded and carefully lifted the girl into my arms, heading upstairs human speed so not as to jostle her. Pam's voice hardened as she continued. 'Tara. Silver that fool in the basement. I will deal with him later.'

I didn't hear what happened after that, cause I was focussed on the dying girl. The office was totally different, very feminine, but there was still a couch, (a fancy french looking thing that didn't look all that comfortable), so I carefully put the girl down on it. I spent maybe thirty seconds weighing my options. I didn't particularly want to give her my blood, make a blood tie with her, but I knew there was a good chance she'd be dead before an ambulance could get to her, and that was the last thing anyone needed. Bad for us vamps, and obviously, real bad for the poor girl. She'd been glamoured, for all I knew she wasn't even a willing donor.

I tilted her head back and bit my wrist. I positioned it so a steady flow of my blood dripped into her mouth. After maybe a minute she sorta rallied and her eyes opened. She sucked at my wrist a few times, seeming to be enjoying my blood, and I must admit it wasn't completely unpleasant. I could sorta feel it working its way into her bloodstream, changing her slightly, making her stronger. Mostly feeling someone fed off my blood just made me miss Eric though.

I tried to get her attention. 'Sweetie?' The girl's grip was quite strong on my arm, her heart beat steady once more. She'd had enough. 'Okay that's enough.' I told her and pulled by arm away. She followed it with her eyes like a starving man staring at a roast dinner. 'How are you feeling?' I asked.

I was sitting a fair distance from her along the couch, I knew how it was to wake up after a near death experience surrounded by vamps. Her eyes widened as she took me in, her fingers coming away from her lips bloody.

I answered the question in her mind. 'A vampire glamoured you and took way too much of your blood. I'm sorry but I had to give you some of mine or you would have died.'

She frowned. I delved into her head, her memories were foggy. She'd been glamoured on and off all night it seemed. 'Where am I?' she asked, looking around in fear.

'This is Sheriff Beauford's office.' I said, dropping Pam's title in an attempt to reassure her. 'You're at Fangtasia.'

'Fangtasia? The vamp bar?' she asked in confusion, her fear growing. I nodded. 'But I was at the Ultra Lounge with my friends…' I assumed she was talking about a 'normal' bar in town. I sighed. She hadn't even wanted to come here, let alone be donor.

'Do you have your phone on you? Is there someone I can call to come get you?' I asked, doing my best not to scare her anymore than she already was. Pam ruined the effect however when she burst in a vamp speed. In her red dress and her diamonds she looked like the world's angriest lounge singer. Her fangs were out. The girl gave a little scream and half crawled up the back of the couch. Pam stared at her for a long moment, nostrils flaring, before turning to me. 'You gave her your blood?'

'I was worried she'd die before an ambulance got here.' I explained. 'He almost drained her.'

Pam pursed her lips but nodded. 'You, girl.' she said with all her usual warmth. 'Did that vampire have your permission to feed from you?'

The girl looked like she might wet her pants. 'Um, no ma'am.' she mumbled. 'That is, I don't remember.' She looked to me as if for guidance. 'Last thing I remember I was at bar with my friends.'

'He kept her glamoured all night.' I agreed. 'I think he more or less kidnapped her.'

Pam looked pissed. 'How dare he bring this kind of bullshit to my place of business!' Pam paced for a moment.

I gave the girl an encouraging smile. 'Don't worry, no one's gonna hurt you.' She didn't look convinced.

'Bring the human downstairs. I will deal with her attacker now.' Pam was gone in an instant.

'What's gonna happen?' the cringing girl asked. She was crying a little, tears smudging her makeup.

'Well, Pam's the vampire Sheriff of this area.' I said gently. 'It's her job to make sure the vamps round her follow vampire law, and that means no hurting humans, no taking their blood without permission.' She looked slightly reassured by my words so I continued. 'That guy that bit you broke a bunch of vamp rules. The Sheriff's gonna punish him, and then I'll make sure you get home safe okay?' The girl nodded and let me pull her to her feet.

The bar was empty save for vampires. They'd all stayed for the show so to speak. Pam was in her throne looking almost bored. It was an act, I could feel how epically pissed she was. Tara stood behind her shoulder like a good lieutenant. The vampire who'd bitten the girl was silvered and smoking on the floor in front of her feet. The other vamps were lounging around watching.

The girl was horrified, not only of her attacker, but of the vamps all staring at her. I gave her hand a squeeze in reassurance and let her cower beside me.

Pam broke the silence. 'Tobias Milford. You are charged with breaking vampire law. You fed upon an unwilling human. You fed in public. You would have drained the human dry if not for the interference of my progeny. These crimes were witnessed by our own kind. Do you have anything you wish to say before I pass judgement?'

'I wasn't going to drain her!' the vampire – Tobias - insisted. 'She was fine. I glamoured her and she would have remembered nothing.'

Tara shot over to the vampire and backhanded him. He flew several feet at the strength of her blow. 'You will address my maker as Sheriff Beauford.' she hissed.

The vampire rolled back up to his knees. He was glaring at Tara. 'You dare strike me? A mere fledgling?' Pam raised an eyebrow at that. The vamp was in no position to be arguing.

'My child Tara has already subdued you once this evening Mr Milford.' Pam said. 'Shut up or I will give you to her to play with.' She turned to face Tara. 'What of his maker?'

'Unknown.' Tara replied. 'He's only been in state for about a year, and Area 5 a few months.'

'Who is your maker Mr Milford?' Pam asked. The vamp was stubbornly silent, just glaring at Pam. 'I suggest you speak. You're maker is your only hope of avoiding the true death.'

The vampire struggled against his chains. 'The true death!? For biting a human? That is not the law! You say you are Sheriff and yet you would see me dead for a mere trifle! You are not worthy to sit in judgement of me, you are barely older than I and you need newborns to do your bidding!'

'SILENCE.' Pam roared. And I don't mean figuratively. I mean she used her special party trick and everyone standing in front of her was suddenly on their knees as if a small gale had passed through the bar. A bunch of tables and chairs were knocked over and the bottles behind the bar rattled ominously. Beside me the girl jumped and cringed into my side, her hands locked tight around my arm. I was glad we were standing to the side and had avoided the brunt of Pam's rage.

Tara was grinning proudly. Pam looked radiantly pissed. Like a queen. 'I'm fucking royaltyMr Milford. Newborn or not, the vampires of my bloodline have power you wouldn't even comprehend.' She shot me a look. 'Sookie. Teach Mr Milford some respect for his betters.' I guessed she wanted me to zap him. I let go of the girl's hand and stepped forward a little bit. I let fly.

Milford writhed on the ground and my light burnt him like lightening. I felt a bit like the emperor in star wars or something. I must admit that vampire sookie found zapping people way more enjoyable than human sookie ever had. At Pam's signal I stopped and returned to my spot beside the human girl, who was staring at me in horrified awe. The assembled vamps were also regarding me with great interest. My faerie light tended to impress even vamps.

Pam spoke almost sweetly. 'Tara could snap you like a twig. Sookie could light you up like a fucking Christmas tree. And I don't even have to lift a finger to bring you to your knees.' She paused her voice dropping. 'So answer the fucking question. Who is your maker?'

Milford was sorta, smoking and he didn't get back up onto his knees. He mumbled something.

'Mitchell De Blanc.' One of the spectator vamps repeated for Pam's benefit.

Pam nodded, apparently recognising the name or something. 'Tobias Milford, in the name of King Eric of Louisiana and in accordance to Vampire Law I sentence you to the true death.' She paused. 'Since you have expressed such fondness for my child Tara, I will allow her to do the honours.'

Tara grinned. 'With pleasure.' She didn't use a stake, it seemed Tara had inherited Eric's fondness for ripping vamps apart with her bare hands. She flashed forward and ripped Tobias Milford's head off. For a few seconds she held his shocked face in her hands, and then he disintegrated into goo. Tara grinned, unconcerned at the vamp slime all over her.

The girl fainted.

We all looked at her.

Pam sighed. 'Humans. Glamour her and get her out of here Sookie.'

'Yes ma'am.' I replied.

I fished through the girl's handbag and found her address on her ID. I called her a cab. While I waited I used a drop of my blood to heal the messy bite marks Tobias had left on her. I then roused her and glamoured her. I hadn't had much practice, so I keep it simple. She'd drunk a lot of cocktails at the bar then got separated from her friends before deciding to head home. The taxi driver looked at me suspiciously when I helped her into the cab, but I handed him a few hundred dollar bills from the till and told him to make sure she got home safe. His greed won out over curiosity.

I walked back inside, eager for a shower, some blood and rest. The vampires who'd hung around to watch Pam's judgement all regarded me silently and with great interest. I hesitated a little. One of them zapped over to my side. Even though I was vamp myself, it still startled me a little though I managed to hide it.

'Miss Sookie.' he said. 'It is truly a pleasure to meet you. I am Michael.' The vamp gave a little bow over my hand.

'Nice to meet you Michael.' I replied in bemusement. I dipped into his mind. He was curious about my light. He'd hadn't been in New Orleans when I'd zapped Bill. I didn't much feel like explaining my powers to him. So I just looked at him blankly. Hoping he'd get the message that I wasn't interested in conversation. He didn't.

'The Sheriff is truly blessed to have sired such exceptional progeny.' He gave me a smouldering look, his eyes skipping with exaggerated care down over my breasts and hips before back up to my face. Jerk. 'You will be staying with your maker for the time being I take it Sookie?' he asked.

I didn't really like him calling me by my first name. He was still holding my hand. I felt a blast of lust from him. He thought I was attractive. The feeling was not mutual. I tugged my hand but he kept a firm grip on it, as if he hadn't even noticed my discomfort. 'Perhaps your maker would permit you to seek your rest for the day at my side? My home is nearby.' He leaned in real close to me, sniffing me. Ew. 'You smell divine.' Double Ew.

I couldn't believe it, I'd just met the guy and he was already asking me back to his place?

'Oh consider my permission granted Michael.' I stared at Pam in disbelief as she continued. 'Seeing Eric's reaction to you trying to take his bonded consort, his precious Sookie, from him would be well worth the punishment.' She gave him a broad smile. 'The last two that tried were Bill Compton and Russell Edgington and we all know how that ended.'

Michael dropped my hand like I was contagious. 'Northman?' He stared at me wide-eyed and took a step back. 'You are the king's?'

'Yes I'm Eric's.' I replied, pleased that the vamp was backing off.

'Forgive me, I did not know.' he said and took another step back.

Pam raised an eyebrow. 'How could you not? She smells so strongly of Eric, dare I say, divinely,' her voice was scathing, 'she might as well have his name tattooed on her head.'

Michael frowned. 'Ah, forgive me Miss Sookie.' He bowed in my direction again. 'Sheriff Beauford, I thought it your scent upon her since she is so recently turned. I would… ah… appreciate if you refrained from informing the King of my blunder.'

He was telling the truth. I was glad. I'd had enough vampire justice for the evening and I was certain there was some law saying 'thou shalt not attempt to seduce the king's girl on pain of getting your bits ripped off' that Pam would be only too happy to enforce.

'It's fine Michael.' I said. 'Just keep your hands to yourself in future.' I looked over at Pam. 'I'd like to rest for the day now if that's okay?' I usually wouldn't bother asking, but I didn't want Pam to look weak in front of the other vampires.

'You may.' Pam replied evenly, pleased with my deference, even though it was more or less fake.

I showered in record time, chugged two truebloods with a grimace and threw myself into one of the spare coffins in the dungeon downstairs. It was hardly a nice place to spend the night, but I was exhausted.

I dreamt of Eric that night, a feverish dream like those I had when I first took his blood as a human, except when he took me he called me sweet things in that ancient language of his. I awoke with a smile on my face.

I made the drive south to New Orleans in record time. I turned up the stereo in Eric's car, there was an ipod attached to it with an extremely eclectic mix of music on it. I guess Eric had been around so long he liked a bit of everything. A lot of it I didn't recognise, but there was plenty of stuff I did like. I drove as fast as I wanted along the highway, laughing madly as I slipped in between cars and overtook others. I had the window down so I could feel the cool night air on my face and in my hair. I sang along to the stereo and generally enjoyed the fact that I was a vampire driving a corvette.

I had to stop for fuel more than once. Eric's car wasn't designed for practicality. It guzzled gas like nobody's business. I nearly ran out again on the outskirts of New Orleans. I was eager to get home to Eric, and tempted to see if I'd make it on vapours, but reason won out. I felt eyes on me as I pulled up to a bowser at a decent looking Exxon. As per Eric's detailed directions I filled up with the expensive premium mix. There were a few people around. One guy was filling his truck up and there was a woman smoking and eating a bag of crisps at a little picnic bench off to the side away from the pumps. They stared at me something fierce. I dipped into their thoughts curiously. They didn't know I was a vampire.

My tan hadn't totally faded yet, I'd only been out of the sun a month so I didn't have that translucent vamp glow quite yet. I was still super pale of course, but from a distance it wasn't that obvious I was dead. They were staring 'cause of Eric's car and me. I looked pretty and I knew it. I'd worn a favourite yellow sundress of mine that showed a lot of skin and I'd done my hair carefully using all Pam's fancy lotions and curlers and stuff. It fell in soft waves that felt nice against the bare skin of my shoulders and back.

The guy at the truck was thinking how pretty and sexy I was. Amusingly he wanted the corvette almost as much as he wanted me. I ignored his lustful fantasies, they were pretty harmless. The woman smoking was jealous, plain and simple - I was young and pretty and driving an expensive sports car. I kinda liked being the object of such thoughts, of being admired and envied. It sure beat being 'crazy sookie'.

I headed into the shop with a saunter to my walk. The cashier flirted with me, he thought I was gorgeous as well. I favoured him with a smile and he blushed bright red. Impulsively I bought a stick of my favourite gum. I wasn't sure if vamps could chew gum, but I figured why not. I practically skipped back out to the corvette. I revved the engine a little more than necessary and peeled out of the station like a teenage boy in his daddy's truck.

The traffic through town was pretty terrible. I didn't mind though. I sat in the corvette singing along to the stereo and chewing gum. I was like some blonde ditz stereotype bought to life and I sure got a lot of honked horns and wolf whistles from bored guys stuck in the traffic around me. But I was enjoying myself and the closer I got to Eric, the more excited I got. I could feel our blood bond strengthening as I got closer to him. I was only a few blocks from him, stopped at a red light on St Charles Avenue when I felt a rush of playfulness and anticipation from him. Next thing I knew he was landing beside my door, a massive grin on his face.

'Eric!' I was scandalised that he'd just flown in front of lord knew how many people.

He looked unrepentant as he bent over and leant in the window. 'Hello my lover. You look ravishing this evening.' He leered at me, his eyes flicking down over my body. 'Any chance I could hitch a ride?'

I rolled my eyes and he zipped around and let himself in the passenger side. I glanced at the light, still red. I couldn't hold my smile in. 'Eric couldn't you wait five minutes?'

In answer he pulled me half across the centre console and kissed me silly. My mind went blank and I forgot where I was and what I was meant to be doing. Eric was a really good kisser. I was tempted to climb out of my seat and sit on his lap. Eventually I registered the honking of cars behind us. I pulled away from him breathlessly. He smirked at me, pleased with himself. I huffed and put the car into gear before speeding off. I shot Eric an irritated glare across the car. 'You are always getting me to make a spectacle of myself.' Eric laughed. Then reached up and pulled something from his mouth.

'Gum?' he asked incredulously as if he just found a fly in his soup or something.

I shrugged. 'I felt like bubblegum.'

He looked at me like I'd just said something completely insane. 'Vampires don't chew gum Sookie.'

'Why not?' I asked.

'Because…' Eric was looking at the piece of gum in a mix of fascination and disgust. I bit my lip to smother a laugh. '… it's gum.' His explanation was hardly enlightening.

'Oh of course.That makes sense.' I replied sarcastically. A thought occurred to me, 'Have you ever blown bubbles Eric?'

'No Sookie. I have not. I can't say I've ever been curious either.' He was still looking at the green (apple flavoured) lump in his hand like it was an extra-terrestrial artefact.

'Hmm… Ever eaten poprocks?'

'Of course not.' he replied in disgust.

'My poor little Viking. You missed out on so much good stuff. Can you eat?' I was actually honestly curious about that.

'Anything save blood will make a vampire ill.' He flicked the gum out the window. 'As Pamshould have informed you.'

'So no poprocks?'

'Unless they are as pleasing to you coming up as they are going down, I would not recommend it.'

I imagined fizzy vomit up my nose. Not a nice thought.

Eric had bought a little tag thing that triggered the gate of the house and then the big garage doors. He had thoughtfully moved the Mercedes so the nearest spot was free for me park in. I did so carefully, painfully aware of how attached to his car he was. I'd barely gotten out of it however before he had me pinned against it.

My body responded to his instantly, turning into a warm boneless mess against him. I shoved my hands in his hair and kissed him desperately. It had only been 3 nights, but it felt like weeks. I wanted to kiss him and bite him and fuck him all at once. I wrapped myself around him and he hoisted me up so my thighs could wrap around his hips. I was suddenly super glad I'd worn a dress. Eric seemed to approve as well, pressing eagerly into me. I moaned into his mouth at the feel of him through my rapidly dampening panties.

I didn't have a pulse but my body seemed to be throbbing with desire. Eric's fangs popped with a click. I ran my tongue along them, aware now of exactly how good that felt, and let the tip scrape against me and draw a little blood. Eric groaned, his hand on my hip tightening, rocking me against him and his kiss grew more frantic. I crossed my ankles behind him and gripped his shoulder for leverage so I could grind my hips against him. He pulled out of our kiss and buried his face against my neck and shoulder, his cool breath tickling my skin.

His voice was soft and muffled. 'Sookie. Missed you.' He was kissing a line down my neck and I could feel his fangs.

'Eric…' I felt like waves of heat were lapping through my body, entering my skin wherever he touched me - his lips on my neck, his hand on my hip, the press of him through his jeans between my thighs… I moaned and my head tilted to the side to give him greater access. He scraped his fangs across my skin and I shivered. The heat was building up inside me until I was sure I'd burst into flame. I didn't understand how he could affect me so strongly, so quickly, but I loved it.

He groaned against my skin. 'Fuck you smell so good.' He sucked at the pulse point in my neck but didn't bite. The pressure of his mouth seemed to send all that heat directly down to throb between my thighs. I shifted my hips against him restlessly in want.

'Eric…' I whined. I wanted him. Needed him. Human modesty would have kept me from telling his as much a month earlier, but I wasn't human anymore. 'Need you. Want you. Now.' I reached a hand down between us as I spoke, using my vamp speed and strength to make quick work of the fastenings on his jeans. Eric hissed as I wrapped a hand around him, his hips snapping forward into my grip. I could feel how much my words and actions pleased him. He exalted in my desire for him. He just loved how much I wanted him.

His hand shifted from where it had been twisted in my hair, shoving my dress up and tearing my panties off. I wiggled against him, vaguely aware that I was moaning, and tried to impale myself upon him, but he was taking his time, grinding against me. I could feel him impossibly hard and perfect sliding against my body, spreading the evidence of my desire wet and slick between us. Every now and then he would press tantalisingly against my opening but he somehow managed to hold back, delighting in my ever increasing frantic lust.

In desperation I sought release another way. I tore at his t shirt, ripping it from the collar to the sleeve, and sunk my teeth into him. He roared in pleasure as I pulled at his shoulder, his addictive blood, his very essence, flooding my senses and almost overwhelming me. Suddenly I found myself deliciously full of extremely amorous Viking. Unable to focus on more than the feel of him inside me my head fell back, mouth bloody with the taste of him. Eric was apparently better at sexual multitasking however because he yanked my head to the side and sunk his fangs deeply into me even as he withdrew and fucked back into me roughly. I matched his movements, bracing myself against his shoulder and the car behind me.

The bond between us flared and enveloped us. I couldn't keep my mental shields up and Eric's thoughts, slipped across my consciousness - impassioned broken rambling in his native Norse interspaced with only two words I understood: 'Sookie' and 'fuck'. In that sense our thoughts more or less mirrored each other. In fact I was chanting something in Eric's ear which was a lot like 'Ohgodfuckerickfuckfuckfuck…' I came, my body tensing and twisting against him. My pleasure dragged Eric along and he stilled against me, his teeth still buried in my flesh. I felt him groan into my skin. After a moment he released me, licking the wound clean. I could feel his satisfaction through our bond. 'So perfect my sookie. Minn sváss.'

I felt a swell of love despite my dead heart at his words. He had a much more romantic way with words than me. 'Oh god Eric fuck!' and variations there upon were pretty paltry in comparison to Eric's declarations of love in an ancient language. I felt a bit silly, like I was saying lines in a play or something, but I summoned my courage and spoke them anyway. 'Eric. Min… ástir.'

His reaction to my words was pretty powerful. He stared at me, blue eyes wide and blown for a moment, and then he was kissing me deeply and I could hear his thoughts going crazy in a mix of Norse and what I thought was Swedish and his love for me just flooded our bond. I felt it down to my toes. He mumbled against my lips, words interspersed with kisses. 'Sookie… Sookie… Ástir… minn Sookie…'

I decided to learn more Norse. I'd get Pam to teach me a few key phrases to start with. 'Fuck me' would probably provoke a pretty good reaction in him considering what 'my love' had achieved.

Sometime later I lay curled up in bed with Eric. We'd spent the evening making love with an abandon that would have been appropriate after a separation of months instead of days. I could feel his blood buzzing in my veins, his strength and love of me washing through our bond. He had his head in my lap and I was playing with his hair. I was reminded of the last time we'd been in the position. It had been when he had amnesia. I smiled at the thought.

'You will stay?' he asked without looking up at me.

I could sense a mix of apprehension and hope from Eric. I didn't understand his meaning. 'Stay where Eric?'

He sat up so our heads were level. His eyes were boring into mine as if he was trying to see inside my head, which was silly since he could see inside my heart through our bond. 'You will stay here. With me?'

I blinked. We'd never really discussed it explicitly. I almost expected to feel doubts. I didn't. I was absolutely certain of my place in the world. 'Yeah. Of course Eric.' I said, smiling. 'I'll stay with you.'

He pulled me into his lap. 'You will be mine?' he asked like he didn't quite believe me. I was reminded of his strangely innocent request when he'd been cursed. Was I his? Would I like to be?

I paused and said what his covetous vampire's heart really needed to hear. 'I am yours...' I replied. He stared at me silently for a moment and I felt his soaring joy and relief at my words. He pressed his face against mine. I ran my fingers across his cheek and buried them in his hair. Some new feeling, some vampire instinct prompted me to continue. '… and you… aremine Eric Northman.'

He pulled back slightly to look at me. His expression had changed at my words, his eyes were dark and there was a hint of a smirk around his mouth when he spoke. 'Yes Sookie. I am yours.'

I felt deep satisfaction at his words, like all was right in the world. If I'd been a cat I would have purred.

How many times had he said I was his? How many times had he tried to get me to admit as much? I now understood why. I felt that same vampiric possessiveness of him. He was mine. No one else would touch his perfect skin or taste his ancient blood. His body, his love, they were mine. I felt lustful excitement at the prospect. I kissed him roughly.

Mine mine mine.

AN: And so we reach the end. I wrote the original version of this fic almost a year ago exactly, so it ended up wildly different to the real season 6 (which was kinda lame tbh, warlow. sigh.), but hopefully you still enjoyed the silliness as much as I did when I was writing it.

I may write more Eric/Sookie at some stage, since I do love them.

Feedback is always appreciated so drop me a review if you stuck around till the end. xx Val