A/N: Just a little reminder, this was written to be a one-shot. Storiesforevy convinced me to split it up into smaller doses. Which may be why the ending of the last chapter's ending was so abrupt. It seems like a good place to end. But this is not split up into chapters and I had to use my judgment as to where to stop after it had been written, so forgive me, please. I am taking some liberties with the whole process, as is my right. I'm still writing on this, so I think Evy may have had a point, because this length is flat out ridiculous for a one-shot. Charlaine Harris owns them, but so help me if she doesn't give Eric and Sookie a happily ever after.

I turned so I was over her again and sucked and nipped at her neck, preparing her carotid artery for my bite. Knowing my fangs were not as painful in the throws of passion, I continued thrusting into her, timing my bite with her orgasm. When I felt her starting to come, I sped up my hips and she threw her head back in ecstasy. I leaned in and with a final kiss, I sank my fangs into her neck and drank deeply.

I could feel her pulse getting slower and her breathing start to get shallow. This would be where I had to be careful. One sip too many and there would be no turning her; it would be murder. I could not and would not live with myself if I did that to her. I released her at the last possible second and ripped open my wrist and held it to her mouth. I massaged her throat to start her swallowing impulse. I had to reopen the wound several times to get the needed blood into her to bring her over properly and I felt weak by the time it was done. Even before the sun met the horizon, I fell into my day death.

When I rose that evening, it was an odd sensation to have Sookie's body next to me, but not have her warmth, her heartbeat, her anything. She even smelled more like me than herself. It would take some getting used to. I showered and dressed. After heating up a bottle of blood, I called Pam and asked her to meet me at the house before heading to Fangtasia.

My oldest child was no longer the carefree, sassy woman she had been before Miriam's death. She was a morose vampiress that no longer delighted in her unlife. I hoped the news I was about to tell her would start to cheer her up. She did truly feel more for Sookie than she did for any other breather and had often taken pleasure in teasing us for various things.

She entered without knocking, wearing the black, gauzy ensemble for her hours on display at the bar. "I hope you have a good reason for me delaying my hours. I can't wait until I can change out of this. What was so fucking important?"

I smiled at her, a genuine smile and not my usual smirk. "You are going to have a sister in two nights."

I bit back laughter at her wide eyed look of astonishment. Vampires are not known for their expressive emotions, and for her to lose her usual cool demeanor delighted me. "Fuck a zombie! She didn't!"

I nodded. "She did."

She was silent in her contemplation. "I really never thought she would see sense. I hope she appreciates the gift you're giving her."

"She gave me the gift. She gave up her mortal life for me. She gave up what she has clung to so desperately for years."

She cocked her head, her eyes narrowing slightly. "And this was authorized by Felipe?"

I shook my head. "I will let him see her in her radiance as one of us and I'm sure it will be forgiven."

She took a few deep, unnecessary breaths to calm herself before turning and walking out without another word. In my joy, I had disregarded how she would feel as she was forbidden by Madden to turn Miriam. Normally I am not so callous and thoughtless of my child's feeling. I felt regret, before returning to my feelings of excitement.

I did what work I could from home, not wanting to leave Sookie alone in the house, no matter how secure it was. I responded to emails and looked over news from the farther corners of my area. Just before dawn, I retired to the bedroom again and wrapped my body around Sookie's cool, still form.

I repeated the process for one more night and day. I woke up about an hour before sundown on the third night, waiting for dusk. I could tell the moment that the sun met the horizon, because my love started to awaken.

I had several bags of donor blood on hand for her and was prepared for her reactions to her new senses. She stretched her arms over her head and seemed curious at the new feelings of the muscles in her body. She looked around the dark room, her head moving much faster than it ever would have been able to as a human. She licked her lips and looked surprised. "Eric, what's happening to me?" she asked in a voice that was more musical than ever.

"Lover, you are just a little overwhelmed right now. I assure you that this is completely normal." I was in awe of how controlled she was, even now.

"But I'm so hungry! Why am I so hungry?" she whispered, her voice agonized.

I took her hand, helped her from the bed, and handed her a robe, used to her modesty. "Come with me to the kitchen. We can take care of your hunger before we take care of other... needs," I told her.

Her face showed a reaction to everything. The feel of the satin swathing her body and of the carpet on her bare feet, the smell of the paint on the walls, the taste of the small dust motes in the air, the sounds of the insects in the yard. Everything that her human senses hadn't been able to notice or fully appreciate.

I warmed up a bag of O negative. "Would you prefer to drink it from here or would you like a glass?"

"I don't care about the wrapping! I just want it; it smells so good!" she moaned and I turned my head so she wouldn't see my smirk. I decanted the blood into a small plastic cup and handed it to her. She held the cup in both hands and poured it into her mouth, dribbling a little from the corner of her lips. Not able to resist, I leaned in and licked the drip away. She turned her head and claimed my lips in a quick kiss before holding out the cup. "More please," she groaned, licking her lips for any residue.

I refilled the cup twice more before I could smell arousal coming off her in waves. When she set the cup down in the sink, she turned and met my eyes fully for the first time since she had risen. The cool blue with its gray fleck seemed clearer and icier than they had been before and she was beautiful in her new life. Her lips retained their rosy color and, while still pale, her skin seemed to still have the sun-kissed tint that I had always loved on her. I led her to a mirror in the living room. "Sookie, look at yourself. Look at how beautiful you are."

She tilted her head as she considered her reflection. Her expression didn't change until I appeared behind her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders and holding her to me. At that, I got to see her fangs for the first time. Her nutritional hungers satisfied, she focused on her body's other need. She pulled my head down to hers and captured my lips in a deep kiss that I could feel throughout my body. I sucked and licked her new fangs. I felt her quiver and moan, realizing the sensitivity of her new appendages.

I had looked forward to this. As she was no longer breakable, I wouldn't have to hold back for fear of harming her during our lovemaking. I lifted her and carried her back to our bedroom, kissing and nipping at each other the whole time. I tossed her onto the bed and felt my features shift from loving to predatory.

I jumped and hovered over her on the bed, just out of reach of her arms. (Although Pam had not gained the gift in her transformation, I wondered if Sookie would gain the ability to fly as I did.) I grinned at her looks of frustration.

"Goddamn it, Eric, it's just cruel to tease me right now."

I laughed. "Ah, but Sookie, you need to learn obedience as my progeny. You can't command me. Use those charming manners and ask me to satisfy you properly."

She gritted her teeth, really hating that I was making her do this. I let her know through our new bond that I would not give in until she asked me and that I would not use my maker's command on her to force her to comply. "Eric, please let me touch you. I need you so badly."

I lowered myself slightly, so she was able to brush me with her fingertips. "That was close, Sookie. Change one word and I am all yours." I wanted to see if she would do it. As a human, she would have objected, but I was serious about her needing to learn obedience in her new life.

"Tell me what to say, Eric, and I'll do it. Please! I need you now!" she whimpered as she arched her back trying to reach me.

I lowered myself toward her again and whispered in her ear, "maître, maestro, mestari, mästare, dominus..." I said with perfect accent in the various languages. She was a smart woman; she should be able to figure it out. I floated back out of reach

"You've got to be freaking kidding me," she whined and I knew she got it. "Fine, Master, will you please get down here and fuck me?"

I lowered myself slowly and sank my erection into her, making her cry out. She was more than ready and could feel she was already on the edge with just that. "Sookie, you cannot come until I give you permission. Otherwise, I will have to stop your pleasure to punish you." I slowly thrust in and out of her, enjoying her cries of ecstasy and how she tried to reign herself in. I knew she would fail. No baby vampire has that kind of self-control.

"Shut the fuck up!" She sat up abruptly, almost hitting my forehead with her own. "How the hell do you expect me to not do something when you hold all the control over that particular reaction? That is completely unfair!" Her voice was indignant and she didn't seem to realize that I hadn't spoken out loud. Hmm... a new skill already.

"Sookie, I didn't say anything?"

She turned paler and sputtered. "You did, I heard you!"

I shook my head. "No, Lover, I didn't." I continued to slowly thrust into her, making her confusion give way to pleasure. I decided that this particular lesson could wait. When she threw her head back in frustration, I thought my permission to her and felt her let go completely. She raised her hips to meet mine and she, under our combined efforts, screamed at the moment of her orgasm, milking my own from me.

I laid down next to her and turned her face toward me. "Sookie, we need to talk," I said trying to distract her wandering fingers, needing her to focus. I clasped her hands in mine and forced her to look at me. "It seems that you are able to hear my thoughts now."

"What? NO! Being around you guys was the only peace I had and now it's gone!"

"Lover, calm down. With your enhanced ability may come better protection. We will need to venture out to see if it is just me, as your maker, or if it applies to all vampires. We would also need to see if your ability still extends to humans and shifters," I said, already thinking of calls I would need to make. At that, I indulged her need for sex until dawn took us both. Notice I wasn't complaining in the least.

The following night, after we woke up, we used each other gloriously. I drove my cock into her without holding back and she used her fangs for the first time in my neck. I would have to teach her how to feed from a donor when the chance arose, but hearing and feeling my skin break from her fangs made me come harder than I had in a very long time.

We showered together and got very dirty again before getting clean. She had a supply of clothes at my house and got dressed. While she refused to wear "slutty fangbanger clothes", she had no problem altering her usual color palette to fit in. The black jeans, red tank top, and heeled boots looked marvelous on her and I told her so. She smiled, and I saw my Sookie again. If she could have blushed, she would have.

She went to the kitchen to warm up another bag of donor blood to quench her hunger while I made a call. I asked Herveaux to meet us at the club in two hours. Once we were there, we would be able to see how far her talents had extended or changed.

We entered through the back and went directly into my office. She cringed at the volume of the music, extremely loud to her newly sensitive ears. "You get used to it. The office provides a bit of a barrier."

Pam came in minutes later and stiffly went to Sookie. "Sister, congratulations on joining our family," she said in a monotone. She still had not forgiven me for doing myself what I had forbidden her to do.

I embraced my oldest child and asked her to sit quietly. She sat on the couch in my office and stared at me bitterly. I would not condemn her for her feelings, because in this instance, she was completely in the right. I thought to Sookie, "Can you tell her thoughts?"

She was quiet for a few moments and looked around the room nonchalantly. When she turned back to me, she raised and lowered her head in a single nod. Again, though, it could be the shared blood. I needed someone else to test this on. I asked Pam to send in Compton. This would serve a dual purpose: she could see if her telepathy worked on him and to introduce him to the new vampire in my area. It was fortunate that he was in the bar tonight.

Sookie stood behind my desk while we waited for the dark haired vampire to appear. He knocked before entering, using proper manners that Pam had never used. "You wanted to see me, Eric?"

I looked at the Area Five investigator and nodded. "Please close the door, Bill," I said politely. I had no reason to dislike the vampire, now that the only source of contention – Sookie – had been resolved permanently. I just need him to realize that.

He turned to close the door, sniffed, and gasped, spinning back around. "You didn't!"

"Hi, Bill," Sookie said in her soft, sweet voice.

"She never wanted this! How could you do this to her?" he yelled at me, still not looking at her.

I turned to look at her and her brow was creased, as if something was hurting her. I could only assume his thoughts were pushing on her and that they were particularly brutal. She shook her head and focused on Compton. "You're wrong. I asked him to turn me. This was my decision. Don't blame Eric."

"What did you do, Eric? What did you threaten her with?" he yelled again, refusing to acknowledge his former lover's presence.

She stepped out from behind the desk and slapped Bill, far harder than she'd been able to previously. "Shut up! He didn't threaten, blackmail, torture, or otherwise coerce me into my decision. He wouldn't do it when I asked. He wanted me to take the time to think about my decision and discuss it with my family and friends before he would agree. This was all my choice! Don't you dare do anything to Eric in a misguided attempt to defend me."

The fight drained out of him and he slumped against the wall. "I'm disappointed in you, Sookie. I thought you had more sense than those pathetic fangbangers out there hoping to be turned. You really are just as simple as you seem, aren't you?"

Her mouth dropped open in shock and my hand clasped around his throat. "You will not speak of my progeny and wife with such little respect, William. Apologize or be ended now." I lifted him off the floor by his neck.

He choked out an insincere "Sorry" and sped out of the office. Sookie turned towards me. "I guess I don't have to tell you that his thoughts were screaming at me, huh?"

I shook my head. "It was fairly obvious, Lover. I'm sorry that you had to be subjected to that. One final private lesson for tonight before we spend a few hours on display." I buzzed the bar on the intercom. "Send back Marco and Giselle," I told Heidi, who had taken over the bartender opening.

Moments later, a Hispanic male and a petite brunette entered the office after knocking (how could Pam not grasp that simple concept?). They were both practically quivering with excitement at being summoned. They were new and had not had the chance to meet Sookie.

"Giselle, Marco, this is my wife and child, Sookie. She needs to learn to feed. Are you both willing?"

Their heads nodded mutely, staring at the beauty that was my love. Her fangs dropped when I asked which one she wanted. She walked over to them and ran her nose up one neck and down the other. "They both smell good. Which would you chose for me, Eric?"

I was not entirely comfortable with her feeding on a male, so I sent Marco out of the room, smirking at his look of disappointment. I brought Giselle over to her and seated her next to my wife. "The first thing you need to do is make your donor comfortable," I said and stroked the girl's neck with my eyes on Sookie. Her eyes watched carefully as the girl's eyes rolled back at my touch.

"Eric, she only wants you to bite her. She doesn't like me," Sookie growled, bearing her fangs at the girl.

Well, that answered another question. She could still read humans. I moved away from Giselle and waved her out of the office. "Send Marco back in once you leave," I mentioned to her and her head drooped in self-pity. It was funny and I chuckled.

The lanky, dark skinned male reappeared and took a seat next to Sookie. She took his hand and stroked it softly and I could visibly see him relax. I could see where her ability to read thoughts could definitely come in handy. I resumed my instruction. "Once your donor is calm, you will need to decide where you will feed from. The wrist is a good starting point," I coached her and, like she would now be able to, I could see the veins and arteries softly pulsing under the skin. "You don't want to strike any of the main vessels, or your donor may bleed out before you can stop it. The wrist is full of tiny veins that will feed you satisfactorily. Try to avoid tearing the tendon in the center. Now, bite."

Her mouth hovered over his wrist for just a moment before she struck. Whether she was a natural or if it was beginners luck, she bit perfectly. Both she and Marco groaned, but for very different reasons. Her, from her hunger being satisfied; him from arousal. It was obvious in his tight jeans. His eyes start to glaze and I remembered that I was supposed to be teaching. "That's enough, Sookie," I said softly and she immediately lifts her head. "Lick over his wounds to seal them," I tell her and she follows instructions beautifully. "Now, we're going to see if you can glamour."

"Why can't he just go?" she asks.

"Because I want to see if you have the ability yet," I tell her simply. "Capture his gaze in yours and hold it," I instruct and she does. "Now use your mind and your voice to make him think that you were discussing additional merchandise for the gift shop and you wanted his opinion," She repeats the story in a soft voice like a chant and I see his eyes get hazy. Once she released him from her eyes, I ask what he thinks of the new items.

"Oh, I think they'll be a huge success out there, Master. All really great ideas!" he responds enthusiastically. I smile at her instinctive abilities. I knew she'd be amazing.

She licked her lips and followed me to out to the dais. A smaller, red plush throne had been added next to mine. I saw the eyes of the vampires in attendance widen their eyes marginally when they see the change in Sookie. A few of them smiled and dropped their fangs, but they know she is mine, now in every way.

Pam approached and told us that the Were was waiting in my office. I took Sookie's hand and led her back once more.

He growled as soon as he saw Sookie. "Goddamnit, Sookie, why?"

Her voice was cool. "I wish you had told me Alcide was coming, Eric. I have nothing I want to say to him."

I didn't know why I wasn't aware of the falling out between them. I asked her what happened.

Her eyes never left his, and her expression was decidedly unhappy. "Oh, Amelia decided to run her mouth to him about the bond between us being broken and encouraged him to try to take your place. Then Claude thought it would be a good move for him to greet me in my bed. In his underwear. It was not a pleasant morning."

"And you never told me this, why?" I grumbled.

"Because she loves you, you fucking leech. And now she's one of you," he growled at me.

Sookie fixed her glare on him again, "And your pompous, presumptuous appearance in my bed had nothing at all to do with it. Even if things between Eric and I had ended with the bond, hopping into my bed in your skivvies to lie in wait for me... little hint. NOT the way to a gal's heart."

I was seeing red and pointed at the door. "Get. Out. Now," I commanded before I killed him. I would be well within my rights to do so. I imagined that was why she hadn't told me.

"Well, verdict's in. I can read Weres too. He had some not-so-nice thoughts when he saw me and they weren't all red and snarly anymore... perfectly clear." She shook her head. "I wish you had called Mustapha. His thoughts would have been more pleasant," she commented as we went back out to the stage.

We spend a few hours on display for the vermin and take our leave while we still have time to spend together before dawn.

A/N: So I hope you guys enjoyed the turning. After spinning the story around in my head, I changed the categories it was listed under. Please let me know what you think of Baby-vamp Sookie. I love her. Thanks for reading.