I don't own these characters. If these characters belonged to me, I would be living somewhere in the Italian Alps. I'd have a small yet, well appointed chalet near the coast somewhere. It would have southern exposure, a breeze off the ocean, and I would have a manservant. There would be plenty of full bodied Italian red wine. The house would clean itself and I'd drive a sweet ride. Charlaine Harris owns the all of it, I'm just playing. Anyway, I don't own this stuff.

Chapter Two

The mechanical rumbling of the shades being raised in the other areas of the house woke me from my rest. Eric's bedroom remained black as pitch, and I laid in the soft bed quietly contemplating the major change that had permanently established itself in my life. The room was as silent as a tomb, which I suppose in all reality – it was. However, I sensed that Eric was no longer slumbering, and I moved my body over, flipped on the bedside lamp and turned to look at him.

He was gazing at me intently, his blue eyes bright and his face open. His blonde hair, normally carefully brushed back off his face, was mussed and he held a boyish charm I found appealing – especially considering that we were talking about a vampire who was over a thousand years old. The luminous hands on my watch told me it was shortly after eight. Neither of us has said anything, but Eric hadn't taken his eyes off of me. I felt slightly shy, under his examination and I felt so different. I didn't understand how I could feel so vital and yet, be undead...

I looked over at Eric, who was frowning at me. I felt apprehensive, and blurted out, "What?"

He didn't say anything at first, and I tried to make an attempt at telepathy with him, but it felt out of whack. It felt difficult to control, and Eric flinched. Easily enough I could tell from the first effort, that the muscle of it – raw and untested, that the delivery of my perception had changed – at least in relation to Eric.

"Sookie, that wasn't exactly pleasant." He rubbed his temple and grimaced. "I think that perhaps there are a few matters we need to discuss."

I nodded my head. So much had changed, so quickly.

"I noticed last night when we were going to Fangtasia, that I could hear your thoughts in my head. You were wondering if you would be able to learn how to fly, or if you'd ever be able to handle yourself as a vampire in the presence of humans. I could hear your thoughts as clearly as I can hear my own." He looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully. "I really don't know what to make of this. I might have thought that the maker-child bond may have affected your telepathy to make it two way – but now I'm not so sure. Your attempt to hear my thoughts didn't seem to go over so well, but even now, while I'm blocking you somewhat, I can feel your distress."

I knew that it wasn't a good thing, but at the same time, it was all so overwhelming to be dealing with knowing that my life as I knew it was over, and that I was now vampire. There were more than just these changes to consider, and a sudden flash of Jason's reaction last night sank my spirits even deeper. A flash of fire in my throat reminded me that I needed to drink, and Eric smiled at me and stroked my hair.

"I know it's overwhelming lover. One thing at a time." He leaned over and kissed my hair. I raised my face to his, and the other need began to overwhelm the thirst.

I laid my head back against the pillow, and Eric raised himself up on his elbow and lowered his face to mine. Our tongues began to dance together, as I pressed my palm against the back of his neck and his arm snaked around my waist to draw him closer to him. I felt his manhood stirring against my leg, and the thin material of the cotton tee I was wearing, did nothing to mask its presence. I raised my right leg, and curved it over him, as we pressed against each other and our tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths. I felt my fangs run down, as did his – and I curiously pricked my tongue against the razor tip releasing a small swell of blood in my mouth, which Eric promptly took from me. His one hand was cupping my ass, while the other one busied itself finding its way up my t-shirt and kneading my breast. I moaned into his mouth, and realized that we had been kissing for so long, and found the first benefit to being a vampire was that you didn't have to come up for air.

Eric was muttering into my neck and my hair and I couldn't understand what he was saying, but I knew that they were good words, words for me, words of love. He sat back up suddenly pulling me into a sitting position with him, and pushed my legs together while straddling me on the bed. Silently he raised my arms over my head, and looking at me intently, he grasped the bottom of my tee and pulled it slowly over my head. Tossing it on the floor, he placed his hands on my shoulders and pulled me onto his lap, so I was sitting on him, my legs wrapped around his waist. The thin material of our underwear did nothing to disguise his arousal, or mine for that matter, and I sat on his lap, looking down at him from my vantage point, a feat for me considering it was always Eric looking down at me with his height.

I felt a little powerful, so I pushed myself in a gentle circular motion on his lap, while I kissed my way across his neck and shoulders. His eyes were closed and his lips parted and I made my way across his chest, and scraped my new fangs across the tender skin of his neck. His eyes flew open and lust burned as he quickly brought up both hands to grasp the back of my head to force my lips to his again. As he did, he thrust his hips up towards my sweet spot, and elicited another wave of pleasure out of me, as his mouth made love to mine.

He firmly pushed me back towards the bed, and had clearly had enough of my in control of this situation. One thing with Eric, I had noticed was his need to control a situation. My breasts were the first target of his assault, and he attached himself to one and then the other, all the while rubbing his fingers against the damp material of my panties. I ached to have him inside of me, and we were torturing each other – but I knew that the end would be worth the means.

He slowly moved himself down to my center, and as he did he removed my underwear. His tongue flicked against me and I began to move with him, my head thrown back, and my moaning becoming louder by the moment. He grasped my backside in order to bring me closer to him, and I felt his fangs scrape against me in my most intimate of areas, and I came suddenly and so forcefully that I was unable to stop myself from crying out his name over and over again as I orgasmed.

He raised himself up, and I used a combination of my feet and hands to push his scant underwear off his hips. He kicked them off impatiently, and centered himself against me, positioning outside my entrance. He lowered his face to my ear.

"It won't be like before my love. I won't hurt you, but I won't be holding back this time either."

I closed my eyes at his words, knowing that as a vampire, he would have held back in his lovemaking with me before when I was human, because he would not have wanted to hurt me. I expected an assault, but his slow entry surprised me, and as he buried himself inside of me, we both moaned. It was like coming home.

He began with a slow and easy rhythm, pulling out as far as he could, and then pushing back as deep as he could. I began to burn with the deliberateness of it, and I thought I might go mad. He gauged my reaction, but didn't listen to the signals as I begged him to go faster and harder. He continued to measure himself out and the tempo only gradually increased. I was thinking that I was going to have to take the upper hand in this, when he suddenly laid down as flat as he could against me, and pushed his hands against the top of my shoulders, and began to push down, so that my body being pulled into his thrusts, which began to get faster and harder. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he murmered into my hair to let go, to come with him. The slapping sound of our bodies sped up continuously until there was only that and the sound of my sobbing moans as he brought me to the brink again and again. The blood and sexual lust pounded through me, and Eric raised himself up and began to fuck me in earnest. He held on to my knees, and pressed them against my chest, and the intensity of his thrusts clearly meant no more games, and I realized what I had been missing out on, with Eric's prowess – he had been holding so much of himself back. His hands and mouth were everywhere, and his hips moved like lightning in a storm. I felt transported to another world, and wondered if I would be able to walk upright again. Then his rhythm changed and I sensed that he was coming, if anything he increased his tempo, and my moaning took on a continuous keening as I told him that I loved him, that I loved to feel him inside of me. Both of us continued on that flow, until finally our climax arrived and we both cried out to our gods and came together in bliss.

He slowly rolled off of me, and I looked at him in amazement.

"My God, will it always be like that?"

He grinned, proud of himself. "Perhaps not just like that – but I'm sure that I can be convinced to try." He cocked an eyebrow sheepishly at me, and I laughed and we laid silently together for a moment.

"Regardless though, my love – I do have a business to attend to – and I know that Pam is waiting for us as we speak. I think maybe we should get up, and get down to business. Shall we shower?"

I realized that it was going to be a different experience, having to change my entire day time routine into a night time routine. I wasn't exactly used to starting my day at eight at night, but I guess if this was what I was going to be waking up to each day – I could get used to it. I definitely felt more relaxed.

"Jump in the shower lover, I'll heat you some blood." He hopped out of the bed, and I got a supreme view of his perfect ass before he pulled on a pair of athletic pants. "There is a full assortment of cosmetics in the top left drawer of the bathroom, and clothing in your size on the left side of the closet."

I smiled at his thoughtfulness, and wandered naked over to the shower, but not before looking back to see if he was watching. He was.

I looked in the mirror and groaned. My hair was a rat's nest and I knew it would take a ton of conditioner to get the tangles out of it. On the other hand – now that I was a vampire, I guess I wouldn't need to worry about split ends and whether aggressive brushing would damage it. Definite bonus.

I showered quickly, and brushed out my hair. I walked to the ensuite closet, and took inventory. There were jeans, t-shirts and sweaters as well as a couple of dresses, skirts and ladies suits. Looked like just about everything to cover a basic wardrobe for a woman. I chose a pair of black low rise skinny jeans and an emerald green crisscross front long sleeved tee. There was a funky belt on the hanger, that was made of up of gold interconnecting links, and I put it on, letting the links hang down off to the side in the front. I had put on a low cut black bra, with a pair of boy cut black lace panties and thankfully nothing showed. I hated that whole g-string popping out the back of the jeans look. There was a short black leather jacket hanging there, and I wondered if I was going too biker look on him, then decided that it was a good look for tonight. It was a very nicely cut jacket, simple, with no adornments on it and I liked it.

I laid the coat on the bed, and returned to the bathroom to do my makeup. Eric had gone into the shower, while I was in the closet, and he had left the blood in a glass on the sink. I took a long drink of it, and looked at myself intently in the mirror. My skin was flawless, and my lips were lush and pink. There was no hint of my infamous tan, and I wondered if self tanners would take on vampire skin. I would ask Pam, she would know. My hair stood out from my head in a crown of blonde, and it's natural wave made it ripple. I decided to leave it as it was, simply preferring to go natural altogether. The green of the shirt made my eyes appear a little more on the sea blue side, rather than the gray blue I normally saw them as. I forgoed the makeup as well, except for a light coat of black mascara and a lip balm to keep my lips soft. I decided to spritz on only a little perfume before I left the room, choosing a bottle called Delices de Cartier off the shelf in the cabinet.

The water turned off the in the shower, and Eric stepped out. He glanced at me, and his eyes widened appreciably.

"My god woman, you are stunning." If I could have, I would have blushed – but I was pleased nonetheless. Looking at his naked glory, I was ready to just stay in and ravish him all evening, and he chuckled as he recognized the look on my face. "We can't do that tonight lover, but I promise you that one night we will."

I pouted my lips in mock annoyance, and then flashed a grin at him. I walked back in the closet and chose a pair of plain black stilettos, with a gold heel on them, and slipped them on my feet. Another perk – my feet wouldn't hurt in heels.

"I'm going to go grab another bottle of blood okay?" Eric nodded and told me he'd see me downstairs.

I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. To my surprise Pam was siting at the kitchen island, playing on laptop. She glanced up when I came in.

"Well look at you. From bumpkin to fashionista. You're looking good, glad to see you are making use of the clothes that Eric had me pick up for you." She grinned.

I heated up another bottle of blood for myself and asked if Pam wanted one. She declined.

"There's a death notice in the Shreveport newspaper for Compton. The queen must have placed it." She took a drink of her blood as I handed it to her. "Eric will have to deal with all the probate bullshit for that bastard. Even in his final death he's a pain in the ass."

I didn't want to think too much about Bill right now. There were many other pressing matters to attend to, like what the hell was up with my telepathy.

"Pam when you were turned – did you ever see any of your family?" I wanted to know – because if there was any advice any vampire could give me, I thought perhaps it might come from her.

"No, when I was turned – it was not known that vampires truly existed. Eric found me one night, while I was walking home from a tryst with a lover. I was very contemporary for the times. He saw something in me, that he wanted and he drained me and placed me back in my bed. My family found me and thought me dead, and buried me. Three days later I arose as vampire. I've never looked back." She smiled at me.

"you've never regretted not living out your days as human Pam?" I thought that maybe I might at some point, the loss of not having children, or being able to see the sun.

"Never Sookie. But I am practical, I won't live in the past – there is only tomorrow, and the day after for a vampire, and the time we have is fleeting at best to begin with. I was destined to be vampire."

I can't say that I didn't agree with her, she did make a fabulous vampire, and I told her so. She nodded and continued to tap away at the laptop. I heard Eric coming down the stairs and I turned to meet him. I felt my face light up when he entered the room, and Pam laughed.

"Well it's nice to see that you finally fucked her good and proper Master."

Ahh that Pam. Had to get the steamy sex out of the way, before I start focusing on my plot. Sookie is going to be rediscovering herself in this. My intent is not obsure her character too much though. Hope you'll keep up with me. I have some time off this weekend, so I'll probably post at least 2-3 more. Please send reviews, I revel in them... T.