All Hell Breaks Loose
Chapter 4: I just Died in Your Arms Tonight
Eric wasn't sure how long he was staring at the reverend's fangs but from Bill's "What?" and Alcide's gasp he could tell they had also seen them.
"Surprised?" Newlin asked. He still wasn't used to talking with fangs like most young vampires. His s sounds came out sounding like sh.
"That would be an understatement," Eric said as he felt his grip relaxed. He placed two fingers on Newlin's neck. The lack of a pulse confirmed it.
"Are you trying to feel me up?"
"No," Eric said as he removed his fingers. "I just have a hard time believing this."
"Well believe it," Stackhouse said from behind. "He's a vampire."
"Steve Newlin is a vampire?" Pam asked. She was the only one who hadn't seen his fangs. "Who made that thing into one of us?"
"This underground group in Richardson," Jessica chimed in. "They were the ones who abducted him and turned him."
Eric glanced over to the Stackhouse boy who nodded.
"Its what he told us while I drove," Jason said. "Made the ride seem faster than usual."
"It is not your story to tell," Eric said and turned back to the baby vampire. "Explain."
"This started in January," Newlin began.
January 15
The pray in was good. Reverend Steve Newlin was able to speak with some of the more troubled youths and not just those who were having trouble in school although he did offer the church as a place for them to come to after school with help with homework or counseling, nor were they tempted by drugs or sex. The ones he felt were truly troubled were the ones who were tempted to meet vampires or even day dreamed of romancing one. Steve blamed those books where the vampires sparked instead of burned up. He reminded those young ones what they were really like.
There was also some good food. Avery Tanner grilled burgers, Ivy Kelton made her famous chicken casserole, and the Sunshine Ladies Group brought in pies and cakes and there were plenty of macaroni, baked beans, baked potatoes, various salads and barbecue ribs in addiction to juice, iced tea and soda to drink.
After everyone had their fill they went home and Steve was one of the last to go. He had to set up meetings with some of his attendees and few of the older men asked him to come over for dinner when their college age daughters would be home. Steve was a little flattered and as a good neighbor took up on their offers.
After bidding goodbye to Caroline Andrews who played the organ every Sunday he got into his car and headed home. The drive wasn't far but something did seem extremely off. It was almost empty, no one else seemed to be on the same road except for what he thought might have been another car following close behind but that was only for a couple of minutes.
"You are going to scare yourself," he said and hummed a few bars of 'You Light Up My Life' as he kept his eyes on the road in case anything decides to scurry across.
Instead of a small animal he came across a woman lying on the side of the road and made his car screech to a stop.
"Sweet Mary and Joseph." He bolted out of the car and ran up to the woman. She was wearing a dark blue cocktail dress. "Are you all right?" He kneeled next to her and checked her vital signs and wished he had a cell phone on him so could call her an ambulance.
"I am," the woman said and grabbed him by the collar. "But you won't be." She smiled as a pair of fangs extracted.
He grunted as he tried to pull away from the vile demoness but her she held him fast. He kicked at her but it had no effect. He slammed his fist into her face but that only made her angrier and she punched him with enough force to knock him out.
The first thing Steve noticed when he woke up was the sound of dripping water or at least he hoped it was water. He could also hear something skittering on the ground. He opened his eyes, or rather one eye. His left one was swollen and he could barely open it more than a crack. His face was sore and he was freezing.
He was alone and tied to a chair in what seems like a basement. For some reason he was still alive and he had no idea why. There were a few thoughts that crept into his mind. He wouldn't be surprised if the bloodthirsty beasts wanted to molest him before they drained him dry.
"Hello?" He moaned out. He called out in more of a form of instinct. It was stupid and he knew it considering he was in the lions' den.
The creak of old hinges was heard from above followed by footsteps on stairs.
"Well well well," a voice said. "It sounds like our guest is finally awake." A young man that appeared to have been in his twenties approached him. He dressed in the same fashion as a lot of the kids: denim pants that were a size too big and barely held up by a black leather belt covered in pointy brass like studs. He had on a black shirt with some band name on it. Most of his head was shaved except for one large streak of hair and what was left was gathered into a ponytail.
Steve knew all too well that this was another vampire by the extreme pale skin and the fact that he just oozed out pure evil in his swagger.
"Do what you want," Steve said as he tried to glare into the vampire's eyes. "My good soldiers will hunt all of you down."
"I'm not going to do what I want," the vampire said as he placed his hands on his hips. "If I had my way I would have you drained, cut your head off and put it on a pike for all to see what happens to humans like you, or even better. I scalp you of your pretty hair and we nail you to a cross. That would be fitting."
"You are not the leader of your coven."
"Coven?" The vampire chuckled. "You religious types can't even keep the terms right, but you are right. It aint my decision." He lashed down with one hand and grabbed at one of the chair legs.
Steve felt himself fall backwards and land on the floor. The pain of the impact was followed by himself being dragged across the floor. He looked up and he could see the vampire was dragging the chair with him upside down in it.
"I heard the Golden One will make sure your punishment will be a lot worse than I want. We have been preparing this for a while. Spied on you from a distance during evening services and other pray ins. We knew your favorite roads to take. Everything went down according to plan."
Steve gritted his teeth as he was dragged up the steps. He tried not to imagine what could be worse than what this punk had suggested. Were they going skin him alive? Were they going to pull out his bones one by one? How was he going to die?
He was brought into a large room filled with more vampires and all of them were glaring at him, most had their fangs bared. Steve sought out the one who had knocked him out. She stood in the corner with her arms folded. She had dark brown hair that went down to the middle of her back, green eyes framed by thick lashes, thin lips and a pert little nose.
"I hope we can tap him," A burly looking vampire that never heard of a hairbrush said. "I have the keg tap."
"No," another vampire said. He was dressed as a businessman and had light brown hair cut short. "His fate lies with the Golden One." He pointed to the man seated in the large red armchair.
The Golden One appeared to have been somewhere between his late teens and early twenties and looked like he had hailed from the Middle East. His hair was dyed a rich golden blond and wore gold eyeshadow, dressed in a shiny golden shirt and golden brown khaki's. His feet were in golden boots and he had a gold hoop in each ear, bejeweled gold rings on each finger, golden cuffs on each wrist and several golden chains around his neck.
"Do you know who I am?" The Golden One asked.
"I do not care to know the names of the Hell bound," Steve answered.
"This is quite sad when a lesser creature does not care to know the name of it's superior. I am the Golden One. I was next in line to become the next Magister but the Authority past over me and gave that position to someone else, some one who does not see our kind as we should be viewed. The Authority wants us to be friends with the humans. Those lesser should bow down and accept us as their true masters."
"Your vampires are the lesser kind."
"Such arrogance from a human," The Golden One said and clucked his tongue. "You shall address me as Golden One, Steve Newlin. Yes I know who you are. Every vampire knows the leader your church."
"So I'm public enemy number one to your kind?" Steve asked in a proud tone.
"You rank up there yes and it is time to cast judgment." He pointed at Steve. "Reverend Steve Newlin of the Fellowship of the Sun. You stand here accused of giving the lessers a delusion of grandeur, rallying them to hunt, fight, and kill our kind, The deaths of our kind at the hands of your flock is because of you. Do you deny these charges?"
"No," Steve said and swelled out his chest. "I am proud of what my soldiers have done."
"Then prepare for your sentence."
"Do your worst. I have made peace with my lord and myself. I am ready to meet my maker."
"Oh?" The Golden one arched his eyebrow smirked. "Interesting choice of words. You will die tonight indeed and you will meet your maker." He stood up and pointed at him. "I the Golden One, he who shall serve as judge under the true king of the vampires, have sentenced you Reverend Steve Newlin to be fed upon, to be drained and to rise again as one of us."
Steve felt his jaw drop the same time as several of the other vampires gasp and protest.
"Are you serious?" The burly vampire asked. "Turn him into a vampire?"
"Do not speak that way in front of the Golden One," the vamp in the suit said. "He has his reasoning."
"I do," The Golden One said. "With those like this lesser our kind is being hunted. We need to make more, teach them of the right ways. His death will not bring back a single vampire. There is also the fact that he despises us to the point he will have his flock harm the lessers who are willing to let us feed on. We see it as a gift of immortality. He sees it as an eternal torture."
"Which one of us shall be his Maker?" The one in the suit asked.
"Which one of you have lost a Maker to his church?" The Golden One asked. When no one raised a hand he asked another question. "Which have you lost a child?"
The female who had knocked Steve out raised her hand. "I have to a member of his flock."
"Nicolette you may have the honors."
"No," Steve said as Nicolette bolted up to him. He cried out again only louder as she sank her fangs into his neck. "You can't change me. I will never be like you monsters. Y'all are going straight to hell but I will be accepted by his good graciousness." He kept yelling at them, ignoring when he felt light headed and continued until he had lost consciousness.
Steve opened his eyes and closed them again when he felt dirt enter. He felt someone next to him wriggle around. He could smell damp earth all around and felt it on him. He was buried alive and he was starving. He thrashed his arms around clawing at the soft dirt as it covered him and he felt like he was swimming. Relief came when he felt cool air on his skin and a hand grab his and pull him out.
"Here," a voice said and handed him a bottle of something. Whatever it was it smelled delicious.
"Thank you," Steve drank from it. The liquid was warm and rich with a bit of a salty tang to it. As soon as he had finished he wiped the dirt from his eyes and stared at the empty glass bottle. It was a bottle of Tru Blood.
"Welcome young one," The Golden One greeted him. "Nicolette have your progeny cleaned up."
The following few minutes was a blur for him. He vaguely remembered being dragged back into the house, shoved into a shower, bathed by the vampire that turned him and slipped into clothes he was wearing when captured, only now clean.
"Now it's time for your first true feeding," Nicolette said as a giggly drunk woman wearing an eye mask was brought in. "Steve come here."
"I'm not feeding off of a human," Steve said. He could not believe what was happening, what had happened to him. He placed his hands over his heart and felt nothing.
"You will," Nicolette said and used her fingernail to scratch on the woman's wrist.
As soon as Steve saw the blood start flowing he heard the familiar click, but this time it was louder. He used his tongue to feel around and felt the points of his fangs. This was real. He was a vampire.
"Steve come here," Nicolette ordered again. "As your Maker I order you to feed."
He could no longer resist and kneeled down in front of the woman. His mouth pressed against the wound and he licked. It was even better tasting than the Tru Blood. He bit into her and sucked.
"Enough now," Nicolette said after several minutes and gently pushed him away. "Well done."
"Well done," Steve repeated as he drew his knees towards his chest. He muttered a few prayers, begging the lord for forgiveness while he rocked back and forth. "What have I become?"
A/N: Decided to do a back story about Steve being turned. More of what this nest has done to him will be mentioned again in the next chapter. I will also get back to Sookie in the next one.