A/N: I know some of my readers really like the plot, and some of my readers really like lemons. Hopefully this pleases everyone since it has a bit of both. Thanks for all of the feedback! It really means a lot to me and helps me stay motivated. =)

True Blood's season is almost over...I could just cry! Thank God for fanfiction, that's all I got to say!

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Made – Chapter 8

"Come in, Sookie," Eric called from inside the human's house.

She looked troubled. "But she only invited you in, not me."

"Just try."

This seemed like one big waste of time, but Sookie decided to humor her maker. She lifted her foot up to step over the threshold, expecting some kind of barrier to block her out. But she was able to walk into the human's house just as easily as if it were her own home. "How was I able to come in?"

Eric was standing next to a middle-aged woman with a told-you-so expression on his face. "We're bonded. If I am granted passage into a home, then you automatically are as well. It works the other way around, too." He walked around the woman's small house and motioned for Sookie to follow him down the hall. At the end of the hall, one door led to a bathroom, and the other to a washer and dryer. "Take off your clothes."

"What for?" Sookie asked.

Eric pointed toward the laundry room. "We can't wash and dry your clothes when they're on your body."

Sookie definitely was not against having clean clothes. She removed her shirt and her pants quickly, jumbling them up in her hands and thrust them into Eric's open arms. "The rest of your clothes."

"I wash these by hand," Sookie said, pointing to her bra and panties.

"We don't have time for that," Eric told her as he pulled off his own fitted t-shirt and dark jeans. He didn't wear anything beneath his pants, and Sookie tried really hard not to stare.

She was, of course, unsuccessful. Eric wasn't even aroused, but he was still impressive. Sookie had to mentally force herself to look away from him, and then reluctantly, she reached behind her back to unbuckle her bra and pulled off her underwear, tossing them into the machine.

Sookie turned to walk over to the bathroom, but Eric placed his hand on her shoulder and spun her around. She tried to cover herself, but he held her arms firmly at her sides. "I want to see you," Eric told her as his eyes ran all over Sookie's frame, taking in the swell of her breasts, the flatness of her stomach, the curves of her hips, and the small thatch of golden curls between her supple thighs. Eric's eyes were wide and protuberant, and is lips opened just enough so that his partially descended fangs were showing. "I wasn't expecting you to be so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with lust.

"I wasn't expecting you to get hard in this dingy laundry room," Sookie said, trying to keep her eyes above Eric's waist.

Eric smirked. "Surprise," he said before he followed Sookie back to the bathroom.

Sookie fiddled with the shower knobs and let the water run so it could warm up. "You first, or me?"

"I think we should get in together," Eric told Sookie, wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her close. Sookie gasped against his cool chest when she felt his length press against her lower belly, throbbing against her skin. "In order to save time, of course."

Sookie couldn't help but like Eric's idea. Her body was already responding in the most fantastic ways; there was pressure in her lower belly, warmth between her legs, and every single cell of her being screamed for more of Eric's touch. But Sookie knew if she agreed to this, then there was no turning back from here; she'd have to cut all lingering ties with Bill that she was hesitant to end because some part of her wanted to be with her first love forever. She could either experience perfect pleasure with Eric right now, or mull over her pain and misery over Bill some more.

In the end, it was an easy decision: Sookie stepped into the shower and pulled Eric in after her.

The warm water on her skin vaguely reminded her of sun rays splashing onto her in the summertime; it felt so good, and all of her tense muscles loosened. Sookie ran her hands through her damp hair, pushing it out of her eyes so she could see Eric staring at her intently. His arm was back around her hips, and his fingers gently tickled the small of her back. "I've been waiting for this."

"Waiting for what?" Sookie asked, watching as the water washed away the dirt from her body, and she noticed that the shower was not just cleansing her from the filth, but also from all her pain, all her heartache, all her hesitations, her innocence, and parts of her old life that she simply had to let go to embrace her new one. She felt a huge invisible weight lift from her shoulders.

"Just to be next to you with nothing to keep us apart, to feel your flesh against my flesh. We don't need to have sex for it to feel good," he held Sookie closer to him and brought his large hands behind her to place them on her ass, kneading the smooth globes. Sookie's fangs ran out immediately. "But I'd be lying if I said I did not want to have sex you. I want to so bad that I ache."

He pressed himself against Sookie again, rubbing his hardened flesh on her smooth body, and Sookie could feel just how much Eric did ache for her. She moved a bit in Eric's arms so that she could look him in the eye. "What's stopping you?"

Eric made a harsh noise in the back of his throat. "I'm supposed to be training you," he supplied weakly.

She knew she ought to be learning about how to be a vampire, but right now she had a different, stronger need. Sookie reached down and pressed her palm against Eric's cock harsh enough to draw a deep moan out of him. "The night is still young."

He tried to think up another excuse, but his mind was busy on other things, like the fact that Sookie's fingers circled around him and stroked down just the way he liked it: hard and quick. Eric groaned again and brought down his head to rest against Sookie's wet shoulder, running his tongue and fangs across her flesh. "We shouldn't..." Eric protested, almost whining.

"You don't mean that," Sookie argued, pulling on him again, squeezing the head till he twitched in her hand and fluid leaked out from the tip.

"You're right. I don't," he said into the curve of her neck.

That was all the confirmation she needed. Sookie pushed him up against the wall of the shower, her hand working faster and harsher around his cock. When she felt Eric's body tighten up against hers, she pierced his skin with her fangs, right above his nipple. Her tongue swirling over it till it was as hard as a pebble and she tasted his blood on her tongue for the first time since she was turned.

Eric bit Sookie's neck and came violently in her hand.

"Feed off the woman. She's still glamored, so she won't feel pain," Eric told her as he pulled on his clean clothes. "I am going to go get the car."

Sookie looked at him with wide eyes. "You're leaving me alone?" Her hair was still wet from the shower and clinging to her head. "What if something happens?"

Eric cupped her cheek with his large hand. "Nothing will happen, Sookie. You're just going to be here, feeding off this woman. A vampire won't be able to come in without her consent." He grabbed his car keys from his pants pocket. "Besides, I'll only be gone for a couple of minutes tops."

"What if I kill her?" Sookie asked in a hushed voice.

"You know how to stop, so you need not worry that you'll kill her," Eric said, walking toward the door.

She wasn't convinced. Sookie stopped before on her own, but she was still so young and had strong impulses. "How about you do that 'as your maker, I command you' thing?" She really didn't want to kill this woman, but she wasn't sure if she could trust herself.

Eric turned toward Sookie and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Don't worry, Sookie, nothing will happen. You will stop. You need to have confidence in yourself, and you need to be able to do this without my help." He hoped he didn't sound too harsh, or that Sookie wasn't taking this the wrong way. Eric pulled her close for one quick hug before he opened the door to leave. "I wouldn't leave you alone if I was not absolutely certain that you will not murder that woman. I'll be back before you know it."

He closed the door behind him before Sookie could open her mouth to argue some more.

"Damn you, Eric Northman," Sookie cursed, glaring at the door for a while until the woman's blood finally reached her nose. Her rich red nectar smelled absolutely delightful. She was sitting comfortably on her over-stuffed floral couch, staring off into space. She was in her pajamas with a pale pink robe pulled around her body.

Sookie craved her blood immediately.

She walked over to the middle-aged woman and gingerly sat down next to her on the couch. Sookie brushed her fingertips lightly against the woman's cheeks to attract her attention. "What's your name?"

"Sandra," the woman said in a calm voice. Her eyes were glazed over.

What a nice name for a nice woman. "This won't hurt, Sandra," she promised, before she sunk her fangs into the woman's neck. Sandra's blood was wonderful; it reminded her of warm apple pie fresh from the oven on a crisp autumn day. Her blood flowed down Sookie's throat easily, and Sandra did not move a muscle. Sookie paid attention to the steady patter of the woman's heartbeat as she fed, and when it slowed, she thought of the most disgusting things she could think of, and her fangs retracted with a small click.

She licked at the two puncture marks on Sandra's neck till they started to clot, forming delicate scabs. Eric walked back into the house as Sookie was readjusting the collar of Sandra's pink robe.

"Still alive, I see," Eric said with a smile.

"Yes, she is," Sookie answered stubbornly.

"I told you that you'd be fine." Eric took the smallest amount of blood from the woman before he eased her out of her glamored state. He thanked Sandra and told her to lock up her house after they left and go to bed.

With a stomach full of blood, Sookie was ready for whatever training Eric had lined up for her. She had to admit that she was excited; she knew the basics about being a vampire, but now she was ready for the more complicated stuff. "What are we going to do first?" Sookie asked, walking over to Eric's car. Eric, on the other hand, stayed put on the sidewalk. "We're not taking the car yet?"

"Not yet. First, I'll teach you how to be still and how to conceal yourself in the darkness, and to do that, we need a darkened alleyway," Eric told her simply as he strolled down the strip.

What an odd thing to learn how to do; it sounded like he was just going to teach her how to play hide-and-seek. Sookie already knew that game after playing it countless times with Tara and Jason when they were all children. "Okey-dokey," she said, somewhat dismissively. Tonight's lesson was going to be a piece of cake.

They finally spotted an alleyway, and Eric walked down it first. Sookie had to admit that she was a little crept out by it; spiderwebs and trash littered the space, and every now and then a rat or a stray cat scampered past them. She mentally slapped herself—vampires shouldn't be afraid of night critters.

Eric stopped once they were completely concealed by darkness. He spun around on his heel to face Sookie. "When you were made vampire, you naturally still held on to some of your human instincts. For instance, you still fidget from time to time," he explained, eying her intently.

Sookie did not even realize that she was shifting her weight on the balls of her feet restlessly until Eric mentioned it, and immediately, she stopped moving. "Sometimes you appear to be breathing," he continued, taking in the gentle rise and fall of her chest. "When you move, you're noisy. You need to be silent, precise, and quick."

"Well geeze, Louise," Sookie said. How was she supposed to automatically stop breathing after she had been doing it for over twenty-five years?

"I am not meaning to offend you," Eric told her softly, placing a gentle hand on the side of her face. "You're a baby vampire; it is only natural that you still hold onto your human tendencies." His fingers lightly traced her cool lips, and after much effort, Sookie held back a shiver. Eric smiled proudly. He stepped behind her, not touching a single inch of her body, but Sookie could feel his presence coursing through veins. "Let your whole body relax," he said softly into her ear. "If you have an impulse to move, ignore it. Don't breathe; force yourself not to inhale or exhale."

Listening to his instructions, Sookie attempted to still her entire body. As soon as she tried, she realized that it was not an easy task; she wanted to scratch her nose, tuck her hair behind her ear, crack her fingers and her neck, and adjust her clothes out of mere habit. She closed her eyes and tried to be stiff, lifeless.

"You moved," Eric said simply.

Sookie's eyes flew open. "What?" she asked, frustrated.

Eric tapped her hand. "You moved your fingers."

Clenching her jaw, Sookie tried to still her entire body again. She cleared her mind as best she could, and when Sookie finally thought that she might be doing it right, Eric said, "You're breathing."

"I can't do this," Sookie said exasperatedly.

"Yes you can," Eric whispered, placing his hands on her hips. "Try again."

Sookie grumbled and closed her eyes again. She used all her energy to not succumb to her human tendencies until finally, after a moment or so, her body noticeably relaxed. Not a single muscle in her face moved, nor did any part of her body. Sookie looked as lifeless as a porcelain doll. It was as it she ran out of battery power; she was on down time.

She came out of her relaxation just as slowly as she went into it. Sookie's eyes fluttered open and her face broke into a smile. "I did it!" she exclaimed excitedly, so glad that she did it right this time. It felt so weird to not move at all, but was also very tranquil.

"Very good," he said, kissing Sookie softly behind her ear. "When you're hiding, especially from other supernaturals, that is the state you need to retire to, otherwise you'll be caught." He moved to face Sookie, whose eyes were wide with surprise that he moved so fast. "Jealous?" he asked through a smirk.

"I'll never be as fast as you," Sookie said sadly.

Eric laughed. "Well, I am much older than you, so that's to be expected. You'll get faster, though, and if I hold back some, perhaps you'll be able to keep up with me."

Sookie imagined them running through a lively forest in the dead of night as the moonlight illuminated their alabaster skin. "I'd really like that."

They walked a bit until Eric led Sookie back into the woods. "Hiding from humans is easy," he started, "which you'll have to do sometimes. For instance, if you're wanting to feed, you can hide until a human comes by for you to grab, and then drink from." Sookie was certain she'd never do that. "You should also hide if you find yourself around humans who do not approve of our kind and are armed until Pam or I arrive to help you."

"How will Pam know if I need help?"

"You're sisters now. You guys might not have shared blood, but you're bonded together through me. She'll be able to tell your emotions; not as clearly as I can, but if your life is in danger, she'll know," Eric told her. "If you just stand still and hide behind something, a human won't notice you're there." Sookie nodded and Eric continued, "Hiding from supernaturals is far more complicated, though, since they will be able to smell you."

Sookie instinctively sniffed herself. Nope, she didn't stink. She still smelled like the coconut body wash from Sandra's house.

"I just mean your scent. You're a vampire, so you smell like one," Eric said, smiling. "Other vampires will be able to track your scent, as well as Weres and shifters. There are a couple of things you can do to try and mask your scent, but none are very successful. If an undead or two-natured enemy is near, you can bury yourself, hide underwater, hide in a tree, or if a two-natured is after you, you can always run since you'll be faster."

"Hide in a tree?" Sookie said, raising her brows.

Eric nodded. "Just climb up the trunk and hold onto the branches. Want to try it?"

"Come up with me?" Sookie asked.

"Ladies first," Eric said, smiling.

Sookie wrapped her arms around the trunk and pulled herself up enough so that she could get her legs around it, too. She used her legs to push herself up, pressing her body close to the trunk to support her weight. It was a really good feeling, to climb without getting tired, and have enough strength to hoist herself up several feet off the ground. After locating a thick branch that appeared solid enough to hold both their weights, Sookie shimmied over to the branch and lowered herself to sit down on it.

"Fun, isn't it?" Eric asked as he sat down next to her on the branch, his long legs dangling beneath him. "I remember climbing trees when I was a child during the springtime."

"This is my first time," Sookie admitted. "I used to be afraid of falling out and having no one there to catch me."

Eric placed his hand on Sookie's thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. "You've really adapted well, you know? Far better than I thought you would."

Sookie grinned and laced her fingers with Eric's. "How did you think I'd be?"

He stroked Sookie's hand with the pad of his thumb. "Well, I thought you'd be depressed that you can't sunbathe anymore since you seemed to love it so much. I also thought that you might be mad that I'm your maker, and not Bill."

She thought that hearing Bill's name again would be like another stab in the heart, but thinking about her ex-boyfriend didn't hurt so bad anymore. "I can't imagine anyone being my maker other than you," Sookie said thoughtfully. "Bill's hurt me a lot, I don't know if I could stand an eternity with him, to be honest."

"But you can with me?" he asked with a sly smirk.

Sookie felt her stomach twist up a bit. She didn't know. Sure, he had been a very good maker to her, and now treated her so differently than he did when she was a human. It was such a drastic change that Sookie was hesitant to trust her own feelings. An eternity was a huge commitment. "So far so good," Sookie finally said.

Eric leaned over and lightly kissed the curve of her neck. "You know, you won't be with me every single year," he told her when he felt her anxiety. "After a couple of years, a maker's progeny goes out on her own to explore and live their own life for a while."

That prospect almost frightened Sookie more; she definitely did not want to be undead on her own. "Is that some kind of vampire rule?"

"Yes and no," Eric said. "A maker is supposed to encourage his child to strike out on their own. Eventually, you'll likely want to do some things on your own." Eric wrapped his arm around Sookie's waist and pulled her close. "Hopefully that won't be for a while, though."

Sookie rested her head on Eric's shoulder. "I don't see it happening any time soon." She leaned up and planted a quick kiss on Eric's lips. When she pulled away, Eric brought his hand around to the nape of Sookie's neck, grabbing a fistful of her blond hair and kissed her again. His smooth lips moved against hers easily, licking and nibbling her lower lip before he slid his tongue into her warm mouth. She loved when Eric kissed her like this; he kept her on edge and begging for more. She lost herself in his arms, and suddenly, an eternity with him didn't seem to inconceivable.

She hated it when they broke apart. "It'll be dawn soon. Let's go find a place to crash." He lifted Sookie up in his arms, jumped from the tee, and lowered both of them to the cool ground.

They walked back to Eric's Corvette and drove until they arrived at what appeared to be an abandoned house. All of the lights were out and vines grew up the sides of the house, partially covering some of the windows. It had an eerie look about it, and Sookie was hesitant as hell to get out of the car.

Once they were inside the house, Sookie was actually surprised to see furniture. There wasn't a lot; just enough so that the rooms did not look empty, and all of the furniture seriously needed to be cleaned. The house had a vague scent of mothballs. "Whose house is this?"

Eric shrugged as he looked around for basement door. "No idea. I saw this earlier tonight when I got the car, and thought you'd appreciate not having to sleep in the ground tonight." Finally, after checking five other doors, Eric found the right one. "Bingo," he exclaimed, motioning for Sookie to follow him down the staircase. Sookie grabbed a towel from the nearest bathroom, closed the basement door behind her, and stuffed the towel under the door to keep out the light.

Luck was on their side tonight, for there was a bedroom in the basement with a bed large enough for the two of them to sleep comfortably on. The bedroom was obviously made by the homeowners since the layout was a little wonky and had no windows whatsoever, which was ideal for them.

"Thank you, God," Sookie said as she laid down on the bed.

"You ought to be thanking me," Eric huffed as he crawled in after her.