A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks for all the feedback. Woo, hit 100 reviews last chapter! Keep the feedback coming! It really helps keep me motivated.

Anyway, there's not a lot of Eric and Sookie in this chapter…well, at least compared to other chapters. I figured it was about time to work on some other side storylines. Hope no one minds too much! There will be more of them next chapter though! Enjoy!~

Made – Chapter 9

"Have you heard from Sookie?" Tara called over to Sam from behind the bar as she made a couple of Rum and Cokes for the patrons.

Sam shrugged. "She called me about a week ago." It wasn't a very long or effective conversation, and he still was not sure how he was going to get the time off to go to Shreveport. With Sookie gone, he was down a waitress, and Merlotte's was packed almost every night it seemed. Arlene was already starting to crack from being over-worked.

Tara handed off the glasses to the customers seated at the bar. She turned to face Sam, put a hand on her hip, and whispered, "Do you know what's up with her?" He was so mad at Sookie; something had to have gone wrong.

He nodded.

"What happened to her?" Tara asked him immediately, taking a step closer to Sam. "Tell me." Their friendship might have had its moments, but she still was concerned about Sookie and wanted to know if she was okay.

"After work," Sam said, nodding, and Tara let it go for now. Sam was usually good at keeping his promises.

The rest of the night Tara worked hard, trying not to think about the mess that Sookie likely got herself in. She hated that Sookie messed with vampires; they were no good, and definitely not worth her time. Sure, Tara understood their appeal to Sookie—silence after years and years of mindless chatter—but her life was always threatened when she was with the vampires. Tara really didn't think it was worth it.

But it wasn't her problem, or any her business. She only had room to say that Sookie was a dumb bitch for always going back to Bill, and nothing more. Besides, Tara didn't want to get caught up in Sookie's huge vampire mess, anyway, no matter how much she loved her.

Tara clocked out before she walked into Sam's office without knocking. "Spill," she demanded as she retired into a wooden chair near his desk.

"Well, for starters, Sookie's in Shreveport," Sam told Tara nonchalantly as he finished writing out the bills for the week. He stacked the bills near his car keys so he'd remember to take them with him when he left for the night. "Were you here when that tall, blond vampire came by to collect Bill only a couple of weeks after they started dating?"

She thought about if she was in that night, and then she nodded. He was pretty sexy, Tara decided, but that didn't change the fact that he was dead. "Yeah, I remember him. What does he have to do with anything?"

"Sookie's with him," Sam said simply.

Tara's jaw dropped. "No shit?"

"No shit."

"Why's she with him?"

Sam hesitated. He didn't want to say it out loud; that made it seem final, and he didn't want it to be. He wanted things normal again: when Sookie was human and working for him as a barmaid. If he could go back in time, he'd have kicked Bill Compton out of his bar as soon as he set foot in the place. Sookie's life has just been one big fucked up mess since he came around.

"Sam?" Tara said, pulling him back to his senses.

He sighed. "Apparently Sookie was attacked when Eric was at her house." He folded a sticky-note that he found on his desk absentmindedly. "Well, Sookie's a vampire now." Gosh, that sounded absurd to say.

Tara stared at him as she processed what he had told her. "What the fuck?" she said weakly as tears stung the edges of her eyes. "She can't be. That girl would roll over and die if she couldn't sunbathe."

"Not anymore," Sam said cynically. "Now she'll die if she tries."

She shook her head. "Are you sure?"

A memory flashed in his mind: a little more than a week ago when Sookie came into Merlotte's, he tried to punch Eric but instead nicked his knuckles on something sharp and started to bleed, and then Sookie pounced on him, her fangs down, ready to bite. "Yeah, I'm sure," he said simply, hoping it'd suffice.

"Fucking hell," Tara swore, hiding her face in her hands. There went their close friendship, she thought. "What are you going to do?"

Sam shrugged, feeling next to helpless. "I want to save her, but I don't think I can without…"

"Without what?" Tara asked, lifting her head up in interest.

He leaned in closer to Tara so he could whisper, "Without killing Eric."

Tara shot up from her seat. "What the fuck, Sam? You can't kill a vampire. He'll kill you first before you can even point a stake in his direction."

"You got a better idea?" Sam snapped back. He didn't know much about the bond between maker and child, but he did know that the bond was broken if the maker met the true death. "Besides, I was thinking about going during the day when he's sleeping."

Suddenly, Tara's eyes lit up. "That could work," she said thoughtfully, falling back into the chair. "What about Sookie, though? She'll be a totally different person now that she's a vampire."

"I don't believe that," Sam said at once, staring at his hands.

"Well, she won't thank you for killing Eric. What if she gets violent?" Tara asked.

"I'll deal with her if she does."

Tara snorted and was about to tell Sam that he was being stupid before that idiot Tommy pushed his way into Sam's office. "Hey Sam, I just wanted to tell you that I clocked out."

Sam looked up and glared at his brother. "Don't you know how to knock? We're having a private conversation."

"Ooh, what about?" Tommy asked curiously, taking a couple of steps closer to the pair.

"It's none of your business," Sam chided, already feeling a headache coming on due to his brother's annoying presence.

"Hey, who's this?" Tommy asked, pointing to a picture on Sam's wall. "Is she the waitress that is missing in action?"

Sam glanced over to his bulletin board with all his photographs. "Yeah, that's Sookie."

Tommy's brows furrowed. "She looks familiar," he said as he scrutinized the picture. "I think I've met her before."

"No you haven't," Tara said, sounding frustrated. "She hasn't been back since you started busing the tables." She glanced over at Sam and rolled her eyes. They both shared a mild dislike for Tommy, mainly because he was just a punk.

He had that stupid smirk on his face that Sam always wanted to smack away. "She's a vampire, isn't she?" Tommy asked, running his finger along Sookie's blond hair in the picture.

"How do you know that?" Sam asked immediately, his eyes wide.

"Ha, she is a fanger," Tommy said excitedly before he turned back to Sam. "She's fucking hot, dude. When is she coming back? You think she likes to fuck humans?"

Sam was pissed now. He hauled himself out of his chair and crossed his office to stand right in front of Tommy. "I asked you how you know she's a vampire." Sam narrowed his eyes. "Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?"

"What? No. Why would I do that?" Tommy asked frantically. He didn't want to piss Sam off; Sam provided him with a rental for free, and even Tommy knew that it could be taken away if he acted out of line too much.

"How do you know?" Sam repeated again.

Tommy shrugged. "I am not sure. She just looks familiar." He glanced back at Sookie's picture and tried really hard to remember where he knew her from, but his memory was fuzzy. "I think we've met before," Tommy told Sam simply, shrugging his shoulders before he grabbed his keys and walked out of Sam's office.

Tara and Sam stared at each other long and hard for several moments. "What the fuck was that about?"

Sam shook his head, but he wasn't stupid, he could put one and two together. Tommy knew Sookie was a vampire, said that they've met before, but couldn't quite remember. He was certain that Tommy had been glamored, but whoever did the glamoring likely did not know that Tommy was a shapeshifter, which explained his murky memory. God, what if Sookie fed off him? Finally, he lied, "I have no idea."

"So, are you really going to go to Shreveport?" Tara asked, grabbing her purse from beneath Sam's desk.

"As long as I can take the time off," Sam said, smiling.

Eric wasn't sure what woke him up so early that night, but he was awake before it was full-night. He brought his hands up to his face and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes lazily. As soon as his vision sharpened, he took in the appearance of the room they crashed in for the daytime.

The room smelled of vampires; not of him and Sookie, but of other vampires he had never met before. There was also a faint stench of decay as if there were dead bodies in the room only a couple days prior and was not properly cleaned since. The wooden floor was stained with layers of dried human blood; some of the blood marks were old, some were fresh. Several empty Tru Blood bottles littered the floor and overflowed the trash can near a mini-refrigerator and small microwave. Back in the corner, there was a long glass cabinet, and inside were numerous different wooden stakes, silver chains of all different lengths, a couple silver flails and maces, and leather floggers with jagged silver teeth at the end of each strip of material.

"Fuck," Eric swore softly. He hadn't realized last night that he brought them right into a vampire nest to rest for the day. How did he not notice?

He had to wake Sookie up. They had to get out of here.

Eric turned over, placed his hand on her shoulders, and shook her frantically. "Wake up, Sookie," he pleaded. He knew it would be nearly impossible to pry his young child from her deep sleep, but he had to. They had to move; they weren't safe here.

Sookie pulled a pillow up from under her body and whacked him on the head with it. She rolled over, mumbling thickly about how it was too early to get up and that she was tired.

"I know you're tired," Eric told her, almost growling at her from frustration. He grabbed her arms and yanked her out of the king-size bed. "Come on, Sookie. We have to leave now."

"But the sun's not done setting," Sookie protested through a whine, keeping her eyes closed.

"If we do not move, then we're going to get caught," Eric told her, prying her eyelids open as he wrapped an arm around Sookie's waist to keep her on her feet.

Sookie swayed and rested her head against his chest. "Caught by who?" she asked playfully, trying to fall back asleep in his arms.

Eric shook her again. "Caught by the nest of vampires who live here," he whispered.

"Who cares? You're ancient. You can take them on with your eyes closed," Sookie said through a long yawn.

"I cannot take on a nest of vampires by myself, especially if they're old, too," Eric told her hurriedly, lifting Sookie up to hold her in his arms since she was not moving fast enough. "I didn't realize this was a nest. We're just lucky that they went to ground somewhere else for the daytime."

Sookie wrapped her arm around Eric's shoulders and snuggled into the curve of his neck. "So, what's your plan? We can't leave yet since it's not full-night. We'll burn."

Eric worried his lower lip between with his teeth. "We'll stand at the top of the stairs and once the sun has completely set, we'll leave."

So, they waited. It took about ten minutes for the sun to completely set, and once they passed, Eric pulled the basement door open. Sookie screamed and leapt out of Eric's arms.

"What are you doing in our house?" a voice asked.

Standing before them were three vampires; two girls and one boy. They all appeared to be around eleven-years-old, and looked almost identical. Their hair was thick and copper red, eyes a bright green and their noses were sprinkled with light freckles. The two girls were dressed exactly alike: white and yellow plaid sundresses with white penny loafers, their red hair almost fell down to their waists and was pulled back with simple white headbands. Their brother, the clear leader of the nest, wore khaki pants, a green and blue argyle sweater, and his hair was styled neatly.

They looked completely ridiculous in Sookie's opinion; like little dolls.

"We went to ground here this morning," Eric explained, bowing his head to the three vampires. "I did not realize this is a nest until tonight."

The boy's eyes narrowed and put his hands on his hips. "A vampire as old as you should be able to recognize a nest when he sees one."

Eric's lips pressed into a thin line. "I was a little preoccupied. You see," he started, waving this hand in front of Sookie. "This is my child. She's very young, and we came here to train her up."

"So it seems," the boy said, his eyes running up and down Sookie's frame, analyzing her intently. He turned to his sisters, "Alana, Colleen, please lock up our visitors so we can question them."

"Yes, Lorcan," the girls said together before they moved to grab two sets of manacles.

Pam shivered violently when Eric called her. "They're in trouble."

Alcide glanced at her, raising his brows. "How do you know?" Eric and Sookie were nowhere to be found, and Alcide was fairly certain that Pam was not a psychic.

"Eric called me," Pam said anxiously. "And I can feel his panic through our bond."

He nodded slowly, despite the fact that he really had no idea what Pam was telling him. "Do you know where they are?"

"I have a vague idea," she said, her eyes somewhat glossed over as she tried to pick up Eric's location. "I'll know more the closer we get." She got a flash of worry and pain. "We have to go now. You should probably transform so you don't lag behind too much."

Alcide glared at her before he pulled off his shirt, undid his pants, and transformed into a wolf.

A/N: I know this chapter is a bit shorter than my other ones, but that just means that I'll be updating sooner!