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FUCK!Warlow cursed as he was thrown in the dark portal. A wave crashed on him again, hard, hitting him and almost dragging him deeper. He didn't need to breath but Sookie's fairy godmother did. He needed her to tract his intended and he needed her to replenish himself. His hunger for blood was taking its toll. He kept swimming, looking for her. But it was a difficult feat.

The dark portal was made by an ancient faerie, myth says that sky faeries and water faeries had waged war against each other. The oldest and most powerful faerie had had enough and created two portals to punish both sides. The water faeries were put in a portal where the heat of the sun was beating on them endlessly with no water to nourish them or their powers. And sky faeries were brought in here, endless colossal waves of water crash down upon you, the only light that provides you is the intermittent lightning during the storm. And in that full second when a lightning appears…all you see is an endless vast of water and waves.

"WHERE ARE YOU?!" He bellowed and in sheer frustration, he had tried to fly, only to be pushed down by another gigantic wave. His vampire powers were lessened. And so were his fae powers. Fucking portal.

He was so close. So damn close to getting Sookie. It took him centuries to wait for her…and it all might go down to shit. But he was not about to give up.

No matter how long it will take for him to find Sookie, it would be worth it. He will find a way. He didn't care how, all that mattered was Sookie. And time was running out.

That fucking faerie better pray she's dead.

The new Vampire Sheriff of Area Five. Eric sighed as he took a walk around Shreveport, his new area to protect and rule over. It was all for necessity really. He needed to further his solidarity between him and several more vampires.

And being a King was never an option for Eric. It had too much responsibilities and it was the same as attaching a target on your chest. Everyone craved for authority and to have great control over the masses. Especially power hungry ones, and in the vampire world almost everyone is. Just like his sister; Nora. She was devoted to politics. It gave here a sense of purpose and a drive.

But not for him, the idea was unlikable. Eric's long existence had proven that being a person with high power and prominence has its dreadful consequences. Even when he was a human, he was destined to become the next ruler, but he bid his time. He never wanted to be a part of it; he would rather be in the war grounds and fight for their village and their honor.

It wasn't like he wasn't good enough; he was one of the oldest vampires in America. But Eric preferred to be alone, free to travel and live…well as much as a dead man can.

Eric turned around to a much quieter and unfamiliar neighborhood. He wanted a place where he could walk and think in peace. When he passed by a library, a hint of an otherworldly scent evaded him.

It was small but it was there, like honey, wheat and…sun. He was about to enter when he heard hurried footsteps coming his way. "Give me your money and you don't have to get hurt!"

Slowly Eric lifted his hands in a gesture of mock surrender and turned around. He couldn't help but smile, eventually he was fighting off his laughter. "Are you fucking kidding me?" The man in front of the Vampire Sheriff looked to be a foot shorter than Eric and he kept twitching, his hair in disarray and his eyes were red. Ah…an addict.

The robber widened his blood shot eyes, obviously offended. "This ain't no fuckin' joke!" He rose his gun higher aiming for Eric's chest. "Does this look funny to you?"

This time Eric grew serious and snapped his fangs at him focusing all his senses directly at the robber. The vampire could hear the man tightening his grip, but that was all he could do before Eric sped up and dragged him to an alley nearby. He bit down on his neck and the man grunted and moaned in pain. Eric immediately tasted drugs and a disease, it was revolting. He let the blood flow and let the man fall when he heard his heartbeat slow down to a stop.

A gasp from a woman was the next thing he heard before he straightened himself. She looked to be in her late 50's. But it was her who had the scent, it wasn't coming off of her entirely but the woman had contact with it.

Eric raised an eyebrow and openly showed his fangs and bloody mouth, interested that she wasn't afraid.

The woman stood her ground and raised her chin. "Before you go and kill me Mister, I'm gonna need you to listen up and help me, Mister Vampire."

The vampire had no plans to kill her, he wanted to glamour her into telling him where her scent came from. It wasn't like anything he had ever encountered. But curiosity got the best of him. "And what would you need help with Mrs…?"

"Stackhouse. Adele Stackhouse." She gulped and wedged a book in her bag before offering her hand to him. The book that Eric had caught sight on was about vampires.

"It is nice to meet you, my name is Eric Northman." He paused as he gazed on Mrs. Stackhouse's hand. "There is one thing that vampire myth books never told you humans about…" He grinned and brought out a handkerchief to wipe the blood of his face. "That vampires in particular don't do handshakes." When he was finished he was in front of Adele in a second. He slowly bent down and kissed the back of her hand. Still in a bowed position he asked, "What would you need in assistance again, Mrs. Stackhouse?"

She blushed but cleared her throat. "My granddaughter. Sookie, she's only 6 years old but a year ago, a man named Warlow claimed he was her intended. He'll come for her when she is of age." When Adele spoke the last word it sounded like a question as her voice broke. "He's a vampire...a uh…a faerie. A…hybrid? You might know him."

Her granddaughter was in danger of becoming an intended. And that man is a faerie and vampire hybrid. It started to sound ridiculous. But that scent he detected a while ago, was part fae's scent, he realized. "In all my years of existence I have never heard of a vampire named Warlow."

"That's not why I'm here…I…I need you to protect my granddaughter." When Adele saw that he kept his face stony and blank, she knew he wouldn't agree. "I'll be willing to pay you any amount. I'll give you anything. Anything. Just so I can have your word to protect Sookie from him."

"Money does not mean anything to us immortals. They fade away just like everything else." Eric tilted his head to the side. "What makes you think you can trust me with your granddaughter, when just minutes ago you witnessed me kill a man."

Adele was speechless. He shook his head in disappointment. "Wait! You're the only other vampire I have ever met. And I probably won't get another chance. I can trust you to protect Sookie if I have your word. Whether you're a human or not, a man's word means something."

She was right. Only a coward backs out of his pledge. And as Vampire Sheriff of Area 5, he had to oblige since there seemed to a vampire problem. Great. He wasn't interested in babysitting. "Don't worry, Mrs. Stackhouse. You can trust me, I am a vampire who has authority over this area and I am duty bound to see what I could help you." He'd have to glamour her after this. He couldn't trust her to keep mum about their secret. "I'll be keeping a close eye on you. You have my word."

"Thank you Mr. Northman!" Adele cried in relief and hugged him.

Eric immediately tensed. "Yes…well I haven't done anything yet." He patted her back gently before Adele laughed and let go.

Adele blushed. "I'm sorry. You have no idea how much I have been trying to look for someone who believes me and help my granddaughter." She cried and laughed at the same time. Living in over a thousand years he had forgotten what happiness looked like. It set something in his heart, but as fast as he had felt them, they had gone.

"Do not thank me yet. Show me where your granddaughter lives."

Meanwhile…

"Do you really think I'm a brat?"

Jason flinched as he set Sookie's plate on the dining table. Their mom went out to buy something and said she'll be back, but that was an hour ago. So Jason made the only thing he knew how to make a PB & J for dinner. "What did I say about doing your thing on me?" He chided gently.

Sookie looked down at her lap in guilt. "I'm sorry. I can't help it sometimes." She didn't speak for a long time and so did Jason as he started eating.

When he noticed his sister wasn't eating he sighed. "Ya know I don't mean to call you that, Sook." His sister looked up immediately to face Jason. Seeing the hopeful gaze she had for him, Jason continued. "I'm jealous, okay? Momma and Dad have been taking good care of you, and they don't pay attention me."

Sookie instinctively ran to hug Jason. "My head hurts sometimes when it gets too noisy. I'm sorry." He felt her tears soak through his shirt when he hugged her back. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I'm sorry for calling you a brat." Jason let go and gently pushed her back to look at Sookie. "But don't be going in my head again. It ain't right. You got that?"

Sookie gave him a gap tooth smile. "Uh-huh."

"Good. Now go eat before I eat your PB & J. And if you ever mention this to anyone, I'd deny it."

Sookie giggled and ran to her seat. Excitedly eating, she was happy to have her brother back. After a few bites she asked her brother. "Can you teach me how to skip rocks tomorrow?"

Jason snorted. "Why? Shouldn't you be playin' with dolls or somethin'?"

"All the kids in my class know how to." Sookie pouted.

Jason rolled his eyes, Sookie knew he couldn't say no when she always begged. He knew he couldn't say no to her even if she never even begged. Maybe it was a big brother thing…he didn't know. "Fine."

It took a half hour before Michelle finally got home. She smelled of alcohol and cigarettes when Jason passed by her.

"Mom?" Jason asked when he followed her to the kitchen.

Michelle flinched. "Jeez Jason! Don't scare me like that."

Her son mumbled an apology. "What took you so long?" He noted that Michelle looked to be a bit tipsy. "Momma? Have you been drinkin'?"

Michelle exhaled. "None of your business. Now go to your room. Where's Sookie?"

"Sookie's in her room, reading."

"Good boy." She patted her son's head before staggering to the living room. "Just one night. One night Jase." Michelle slurred. "Not to deal with her crazy head."

Jason stared in disbelief. "Sook ain't crazy Momma. You know that."

His mom snorted. "Ha! And I'm a monkey's uncle. Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"It's only 8'o clock."

"Go do your homework then." Waving him off, clearly irritated. Turning on the television, laughing out loud when her favorite show was on, she ignored her son completely. Jason went to Sookie's room to see her reading her favorite book before heading to his own room. He was glad Sookie didn't hear their momma talking. He knew it would make his little sister cry again.

Corbette came home after fifteen minutes and complained to Michelle about having no dinner on the table. And why Jason had to make one for him and Sookie. They were fighting again. This time, mom was drunk as a skunk to even care. Jason hopped off his bed and tip toed to Sookie's room. She was asleep and again, Jason was thankful for that. Quietly he closed Sookie's bedroom door, snuck to his bedroom and fell asleep.

Eric flew down near the Stackhouse residence. Already sensing that sweet aroma from inside the house. Besides the constant bitch and moan of Sookie's parents everything seemed normal.

If Adele was saying the truth, Eric might have just crossed a powerful ancient being. Probably the most powerful of all.

Well shit.

It wasn't like him to run from a challenge or a fight, but he wasn't an idiot either. He knows when he is outmatched. Perhaps Sookie might even grow up and love him. Who knows? Humans fall in and out love easily.

He checked the perimeters of the house, noting that there was a smell something akin to Sookie but different altogether. While Sookie's was sweet and delectable, the other scent was more masculine and earthy but still delicious. He tracked the scent and ended up in a tree nearby. He flew up and detected the where the smell was the strongest. When Eric sat on the branch, the person viewing from that location was probably a bit shorter than him, but if Eric crouched a little more, he had a nice little view of Sookie's house. He could hear every word said, every move made and even see the view of the kitchen window.

"You sick motherfucker." Eric knew Warlow hadn't come back for a few days. Warlow could have possibly left and would come back for her 'when she is of age'.

But what age did he mean? When Sookie was eighteen? His human age before he was turned a vampire? Or when Sookie gets her first fucking period? He was an archaic sick fuck, believed in buying women, why the fuck not?

He sighed. Again, he felt pity for the girl. He flew down and landed in front of Sookie's bedroom. There, he saw her through the tiny bedroom window she staring right at him. He was caught off guard. The tiny blonde girl stared at him with wide brown eyes that captivated him. Curiosity was obvious in her features. She opened her window and leaned closer to him.

Hesitantly he walked closer to Sookie until he was a foot away. "Why are you not asleep by now, Little one?"

She shrugged. "I can't sleep."

"Why not?"

"My mom and dad fight all the time."

"I can hear that."

"Are you my prince charming?" She asked all of a sudden. "Cause you look like them."

Eric had to chuckle. He scanned the room and saw books strewn about. It didn't surprise him that she believes in fairy tales. But she was adorable. "No, I'm not."

She pouted for a moment before smiling. "I can't hear you."

He shook his head. "I'm not your prince." He said a bit louder.

Sookie giggled. "No. Not like that. I can hear nothing from you."

He cocked an eyebrow and inquired. "What do you mean?"

Sookie looked behind her before waving for Eric to come closer to her. He followed. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Sure."

Sookie stomped her foot. "Promise!"

"I promise."

"Swear on it."

"I swear."

The little girl did not appear convinced and brought her hand out. She was showing her fist while sticking out her little finger. "Pinky swear."

"What are you supposed to do with that?"

"Copy my hand with your left." He did and Sookie looped her tiny finger with his. "That's a pinky swear. You swear on your life you won't tell anybody."

"I pinky swear." She nodded seriously and let go of his hand. Eric fought the urge to laugh. He didn't want to upset her.

"Okay," She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "I can read minds." When Eric didn't say anything she cautiously opened one eye. Eric kept his face blank. "You're not saying anything."

"Should I say something?" He wasn't entirely sure if he should believe her, but she was a part fae. He wasn't knowledgeable in Fae powers but not everything could be ruled out. And if what she claimed was true...she could be very valuable. Every being in this world, the supernatural included would want her.

"Well…not really."

"Okay. But know that your powers should be kept a secret."

"Yeah. Momma doesn't want anyone to know so she won't get laughed at." Eric didn't know what to think of that at first. Sookie yawned and stretched her arms wide. "I have to sleep now. Hey, what's your name again?"

He smiled and leaned down closer. "Eric."

"That's a beautiful name, mister."

"Thank you. And what about you, Dear one?"

"It's Sookie. Just Sookie. Rhymes with cookie. Spells like it too, but with an S." She mumbled walking to her bed.

"That too is a beautiful name." She mumbled her thanks as she slid under her blankets.

"Good night my Prince." She whispered as Eric closed her window. Eric didn't bother to correct her this time. He flew into the night sky, contemplating on changing his mind about giving up on Sookie Stackhouse.

A/N: By the way, Michelle and Corbette were glamoured to forget ever seeing anything by Warlow. He didn't have time to glamour on how they should really raise Sookie because he sensed Claudine.

I'll explain everything else on the next chapter.

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