A/N: Thanks so much for the response of the last chapter, really encouraged me :) Sorry this chapter is going to be a small one again however as I was anxious to get it out quickly like I said I would. I'm still wrestling with the dialogue that was the second half of this chapter and I felt this one finished at a natural enough end point that it would work on it's own.

Sorry for any mistakes once again.

Chapter 1.

Previously

Whimpering, I finally looked down, and immediately wished I hadn't.

Freshly turned earth and a human sized trench.

My grave.

My breathing picked up again rapidly, as I tried to process the meaning behind what I was seeing. It meant something.

It was too much. I stubbled back, into something very large and solid before large arms were encircling me, snaring me and holding me in place.

I screamed.

My scream pierced the night air and I began my struggling anew, frenzied in my attempt to free myself. I thrashed and squirmed. My body twisting and turning in any direction frantically trying to free myself from whatever had ensnared me.

To no avail.

The arms held tighter and I scratched and tore at them, hearing a small hiss but I disregard it. I twisted and turned my head, snapping and snarling desperately at anything that might come in reach. Something in my mouth itches and I taste blood, as my lip catches on something sharp. It warms me even as I feel my body weakening.

I vaguely acknowledge more low sounds coming from behind me, but my panicked brain can't decipher what it means. I continue snapping desperately at my unseen foe, but by this point I am almost completely immobile as the hold tightens.

Resignation fills me, when I feel the crook of an arm finally get a grip on my neck. I close my eyes in defeat, waiting for twist and pull that will end in my death.

It doesn't come.

Barely a second passed, and instead of the easy snap I expect at the hands of my attacker, something is pushed in front of my face and before I can fully analysewhat it is, the most delectable aroma invades my senses. I don't get the chance to inhale and savour the smell further because the thing is instantly shoved into my mouth.

Instinct takes over and I bite down hard through the thin membrane that holds the delicacy. I am immediately rewarded with cool elixir which I gulp down instantly in huge mouthfuls, soothing the ache in my throat and invigorating my limbs. I moan. My thoughts tunnel and in that moment all I can concentrate on is consuming as much as the substance as I can. It tastes of life itself but all to soon the bag is drained and it is removed.

Before I can react and comprehend what is happening, it's replaced by another, and then another. My body slowly relaxes as I continue to suckle, and the hold on me loosens slightly as well, and by the forth bag my thoughts have slowed enough to recognise my hair being stroked gently as I nurse from the bag.

I also notice our positions have changed. I'm now cradled in my captor's lap. Before I can panic at this new development, a foreign sense of calm pushes at me, I barely recognise it, and as my thoughts swirl slower and slower as does my frenzied nursing from the bag. Slowly, my senses come back to me and I tense again, despite the forced calm, as I feel my brain begin to catch up and the pieces of the puzzle slide into place. My eyes focus again, and this time my brain begins to comprehend what it couldn't before.

My freshly turned grave. My lack of heartbeat. My heightened senses.

The thing in my mouth falls into my lap, now empty. My eyes drop down and take in the drained donor bag of blood.

Blood.

I tense further as my brain finally provides the word I'd be hiding from.

Vampire.

I was a vampire.

No, no, no! This couldn't be happening.

My breathing picked up a notch again, uselessly, as I know realised. What had happened? Fuzzy images came to me in flashes. Escaping Russell's Mansion. Finding Tara. Finding Bill. Blood, so much blood. Staking Lorena. The van- Oh God the van. I had been so desperate trying to revive Bill. So desperate that he take the nourishment he so needed, that I had completely disregarded he was starving.

The desperation I had felt, as I had uselessly tried to bat Bill away from me. The hopelessness and pain, both at the betrayal of trust and the physical pain as I tried to fight, even as I felt the life leave me, enveloped me again as I momentarily lost myself in my memories.

He had drained me, and now I was vampire.

I cringed away from the arms that had been soothing me, not wanting the affection, tensing once again. I now recognised the calm that had been prevailing on my turbulent emotions, was pushed at me again, hadn't come from me, but a presence that called to me in my very blood. Instinct told me in was my maker, and instinct told me my maker was close. Very close.

"Sookie"

I froze.

That voice. Unconsciously I turned rapidly, as much as was allowed in the embrace of the huge arms holding me. My head snapped round at the sound of it. Directly in my eye line, a soil covered black wife-beater, covering a wide muscled torso. I gulp. Slowly, with dread I crane my neck and meet the icy blue stare of my maker.

Eric freaking Northman.

Well, shit.

A/N: All will be explained soon. Let me know what you think.