A/N: I have to say I'm kind of disappointed that the reception this story is getting *big pout*. BIG, HUGE, MONSTER thanks to Storiesforevy for helping my morale and encouraging me. I will say to everyone: I put no guarantees on the levels of angst, but this is NOT a HNE story. I promise. People get hurt, there are misconceptions abound, and you're only getting HALF the story right now. Sookie will be getting a turn soon. Her POV is pretty damn important. This multi-chapter one-shot is my current baby and I promise I'm going to TRY to get back to my other stories when I'm done with it. Seriously. Charlaine Harris owns the characters... I just don't know if she's aware of how much we FF writers love them.
We spent weeks like that. Making love, fucking, talking, teaching. She had adapted to her new life as naturally as I had always known she would. It was easy to forget the danger that was always under our noses. But it wouldn't be forgotten for long.
Sookie was lounging on the couch in my office while I listened to my voice mail. The smooth voice I loathed came over the speaker.
"Sheriff Northman, I hear that you have a new addition to your family. I suppose congratulations would be in order if I had given approval. You need to present your new progeny to me in two days for her to pledge her fealty to me, as well as to see if she has retained her gifts. I will have Sandy meet you at the airport."
At the click signaling the end of the message, Sookie and I met eyes. This could either be very, very good or very, very bad. Seeing as how Oklahoma had her eyes on Nevada as ripe for a takeover, my thoughts were leaning toward bad. Felipe planned on using me to distract Freyda, so now that me pledging to her was moot, he had to formulate a new plan.
We did our time on display, both of us distracted by our own thoughts and worries about the coming meeting. I knew Sookie would have no problem taking an oath of fealty. I also felt is was good that she had a lot of experience building her shields and keeping a "poker face" in regards to the thoughts she heard. Now that everyone and everything was open to her, it would be necessary for her own sanity and very existence.
After closing, I called Pam into my office and advised her that she would be needed to cover Fangtasia while Sookie and I were in Nevada. She nodded obediently and left without saying a word. I was worried about her and voiced as much to Sookie while we were in bed.
She wrapped her arms around me and rested her chin on my chest while she looked up at me. "She's jealous, in a way. Not of me, exactly. She knows how special she is to you. But the fact that you are keeping me with you and turned me to do so, when you refused to let her turn Miriam without Victor's permission. She was in love, almost as in love as we are, and she lost her 'The One'. Think about how you would feel if I were to die and you could have prevented it, but were forbidden. And by the time you had decided to say 'fuck the rules', it was too late. You would be bitter and sullen too, if not out-and-out homicidal."
It grieved me to realize the pain that Pam was going through, and I now regretted my actions with her. I kissed Sookie's forehead distractedly, before the dawn pulled us both under.
When we rose the following night, we packed as we would be leaving on Anubis Air first thing the following evening for the three hour flight to Las Vegas. We went to the club and Sookie read the crowd while I got caught up on bar and area business in my office. She pointed out some underage customers to Pam, who took momentary glee in kicking their asses out. She also pointed out some drainers, who took immediate occupancy in the basement for Pam to play with. She drank a True Blood and grimaced. I could see her face through the two-way mirror over the bar and I laughed. She could finally see why I never drank them unless necessary. She scanned the crowd again and led a very tall, very pretty, very gay man back into my office.
"I thought you wouldn't mind so much if I don't arouse him," she said with a smirk after closing the door. So many reasons I loved her. I coached her again for feeding from the neck until that hunger was satisfied. After glamouring him and releasing him back to the bar, she pushed me back onto the couch and sated her other hunger.
We finished our time and left before closing to have a good amount of time to ourselves before leaving at first dark that evening. We fucked on every flat surface, horizontal or vertical, that we came across when we crashed in through the garage door. She was more open to exploration in her new unlife and I took advantage of her curiosity.
I rose about half an hour before sundown and used the time to get a shower before Sookie woke up. Mustapha was meeting us at sundown and I knew she would want a shower also. The two of us showering together never saved time nor water. On the plus side, however, I was looking forward to inducting her into The Mile High club in a few short hours.
I sat our luggage by the door and went back to the bedroom to meet her with a kiss as she came back to life. She pulled me to her and I laughingly had to remind her that the car was waiting and she had just enough time to get dressed after a very quick shower. I had no problem making Mustapha wait for us, but the airline and the king were another matter. She pouted her lips and I raised my eyebrow at her, gesturing to her clothes. "Later, Lover," I told her, to let her know she wouldn't be frustrated for long. She pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt over some very sexy black and red panties and a matching bra that were covered far too quickly for my liking. I growled at her color choices. She knew just how to tempt me.
"You'll be seeing them again soon enough. Now you have to be patient," she giggled at me. I just growled again and led her down the stairs so I could fix her some blood before we left. Her age required feeding daily. After a bag of A negative, we headed out the door to the waiting car.
We got our tickets after being dropped off at the outbound gates and made our way through security, which I still found humorous. As vampires, our whole bodies were technically lethal weapons, but they couldn't bar us from taking flights. We made out way to the Anubis gates and boarded. She grabbed for my hand was we taxied down the runway, still scared of flying. Once we took off and were in the air, I could feel her relax. She further unwound once the seat belt sign went out we were free to move and turn on electronics. I pulled out my I-phone to see if I was fully caught up on work and Sookie stood and stretched. "I think I need a moment. Join me?" she asked with lust dripping from every word. I really and truly thought I would never be able to find complete satisfaction with one woman, but somehow, I had found the one the Gods must have made solely for me. I wasted no time following her into the ridiculously small airplane bathroom. She wasted no time shimmying out of her sinfully tight jeans and those amazing panties. "I don't give a fuck who hears us. I want you now," she growled at me and went to work on my belt, then the waistband of my own jeans. I loved seeing her so feral. When she had my lower half undressed, she turned and leaned over the tiny counter with the sink and stuck out her ass. She looked over her shoulder at me. "Would you please fuck me until I forget my name, Master?"
Hearing that word cross her lips without coaxing almost turned me on more than the dripping pussy presented to me. Almost. I stroked myself a few times unnecessarily, simply to watch the hunger in her eyes increase. I leaned down, lifted her slightly by her hips, and plunged into her as hard as she said she wanted. "Fuck, Eric," she cried out and threw she head back. I pistoned my hips, pulling her beautiful backside against them with every hard, deep thrust. She was attempting to shift to meet me, but with me holding onto her hips, I had full control over her.
Our moans and cries seemed magnified in the insanely small room, and it only spurred us on more. All too soon, I felt her clinch and come around me. I slowed my thrusts to work her down from her high, but she surprised me. When she was done with her orgasm, she lifted herself off me and positioned herself at mouth level with my dick. With no hesitation, her beautiful lips teased my head with her hands stroked me. Her tongue danced over my length, and even took my balls in her mouth, gently sucking on the sac until I was whimpering. She let them go, and with a devilish look up at me through her lashes, took my entire cock into her amazing, talented, wet mouth and swallowed me whole. Her head bobbed and the moans in her throat made an amazing vibration that made me even harder. The pressure of her swallowing around me was a sensation that I didn't get to experience often; most cannot take all of me without gagging or choking. Sookie no longer had either of those issues. I fisted my hands into her hair and fucked her delicious mouth for all I was worth and spent my seed down her throat with a roar that shook the door.
I leaned against the door, dazed. Sookie discreetly wiped the corners of her mouth and pulled her pants up. "Lover, you are just mouthwatering," she said with a giggle as she straightened up, using my own words against me. She was still my Sookie, just... more. And I loved each and every part of her. But we had to formulate a plan before getting to the palace in Vegas. I had no doubt that Sookie's oath of fealty was a ruse to get us on his playing field. Her enhanced talents would come in handy from the moment we encountered Sandy at the airport.
We returned to our seats, the sounds of fangs popping following us like a soundtrack. The noises of our coupling would have been heard by the deafest human and the smell of sex wafted off of us in the enclosed airplane. I simply smirked and grabbed Sookie's butt before she sat, making her jump, attempt to give me a dirty look, then chuckle.
I used my centuries of battle planning to strategize how this was going to play out. I wasn't satisfied just having a plan B. I wanted plans for each and every variation that could be imagined. It was how I had survived for so long and I planned on teaching the same lessons to Sookie.
I was very pleased with her adaptation. She was all I had imagined she would be and more. She pulled out her phone and played a ridiculous game involving launching geometric birds at structures and pigs. She found great amusement in it, but I hit the power button before she could get too involved and she turned to face me with a frown. "Sookie, I need your attention. We need to discuss what's going to happen at Felipe's palace."
"I know I need to read Sandy as soon as I'm in range. I can text you her thoughts, and we can plot from there, right?" she asked. I had already told her about the texting, as we obviously couldn't speak in the king's flunky's presence.
I nodded. "We will probably be presented to His Majesty this evening, but the actual ceremony will be done tomorrow night, as a courtesy of our traveling. You know you need to be quiet, show proper respect, and reveal nothing about your new gifts, no matter what you hear," I remind her.
She gave me a sour look. "Eric, do you really think you have to remind me of that? How long have I been involved in your world? I've had to show my submission to you to Sophie-Ann, Andre, that asshole Madden, and His Majesty himself. This ain't my first rodeo. I know what to do."
I raised an eyebrow. "And once we are away from the king from the evening and assigned our room, you'll tell me what you heard?" I ask as a trick question.
She knows it's a trick and answers correctly. "Of course not. If he assigns us the room, which he will, it's almost certain to be bugged in some way. So, we find the nearest balcony for some 'romantic night air', then take off and talk in the desert ."
I was impressed at her well thought out strategy. That was going to be my suggestion as well.
She clasped my hand and the plane dropped to land about an hour later. The sun had just set in Las Vegas and the sky had an orangish-purple tint to it. She disembarked and almost immediately saw Sandy. Her graying hair was cut into a business-like bob and she wore wholly unnecessary glasses. "Sheriff Northman, Ms. Stackhouse, if you'll follow me to get your bags, we'll be on our way to the palace," she said shortly, clearly unhappy to have to take the role of chauffeur. I smirked at Sookie.
Her face was neutral as we got our bags and followed our driver to the car. We took our seats in the back of the luxurious white town car and Sookie pulled out her phone. "I need to get in touch with Sam about handling my house for rental since I'm not going to be living there anymore. Do you mind?" she asked, not really caring about the answer.
Mere moments later, I said, "I need to tell Pam we've landed," pulling out my own device. The vibration toned an incoming message. "It seems she is already aware," I say, as if to myself.
S: All I'm getting off her is frustration at the job she's been given, picking us up and driving us around. Felipe has drivers for this specific purpose and she wasn't told to do anything out of the ordinary.
E: Nothing about any plans the king may have for tonight or tomorrow?
S: Nada. She just cursing him over and over in her head, wishing that Victor were still around so she would have someone to take her frustrations out on. Seems she used him as her punching bag and sparring partner when they all lived in just Nevada.
E: Interesting. I'll keep that information tucked away. Very well done, my love.
She lowered her eyes and I knew, again, that if she could blush, she would be a bright shade of pink right now. We chit chatted with each other meaninglessly and passed the time while she drove to mansions on the outskirts of the city proper. Sandy pulled into a driveway, entered a code into the gate, and followed the very long, winding driveway after it opened. Like a mirage, the palace appeared, a monstrosity of blush pink stucco and gaudy marble statuary in the abnormally green front yard. A human butler left his perch by the door when the car pulled to a stop to get our luggage from the trunk.
I opened our door and got out to assist Sookie, earning me a shy smile. Sandy rolled her eyes. "Follow me to the Throne Room. His Majesty demanded to see you as soon as you arrived," she ordered, her low heels clicking on the pink marble floors.
Felipe was apparently not as formal as Sophie-Ann had been, who required dressy attire before being allowed in her presence. Both Sookie and I were in our jeans, t-shirts, and flip-flops for comfort while we traveled. If he didn't have a problem with it, neither did we.
As soon as we entered the Throne Room, Felipe stood as we both bowed to him. I had told Sookie that, despite being American and not used to bowing to royalty, it was expected now that she was in our world now. She did so with such grace, it looked as though she had had hundreds of years of experience.
"Sheriff, Ms. Stackhouse. Thank you for coming on such short notice." Like we had a fucking choice. "I hope the flight was satisfactory." Why was he greeting us like this was a pleasure visit or vacation? Because he wanted us lulled into a false sense of comfort. Not likely. Not with us.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. The flight from Louisiana was very... satisfying," I say with a smirk and let my eyes flick to Sookie. She gave me a dirty look before looking back at the ground. Some habits are hard to break, and she was "listening".
"Ms. Stackhouse is adjusting to her new lifestyle?" he asked, resuming his seat, keeping his eyes on Sookie. Fucker.
"She is, Your Majesty. Pam has welcomed her as a sister, her human family and friends have accepted her decision, and she is assisting me at Fangtasia as well as living with me in my home."
His eyes narrowed. "I see. Her decision. So this was a planned turning, not as a way to keep her from dying finally," he clarified. Shit. I had known this was going to come up.
"Your Majesty, with Sookie being as deeply into our world as she is with her telepathy, she was in fear for her security. As we were bonded and pledged already, it seemed the next common sense step to take was to turn her, as a way of keeping an asset of the kingdom safe, or at least, better protected."
"Although you are betrothed to Freyda of Oklahoma by your maker? Why not choose another vampire to turn her? Perhaps Compton, or even your own child, Pamela."
Sookie gripped my hand and dug her nails into my palm. She was keeping her calm facade, but she had just heard something that scared the shit out of her. "Your Majesty, I felt that the best way to protect the kingdom's telepath was to have the vampire best trained to protect her as her maker. You cannot deny that I am the oldest vampire in your retinue, and the best warrior at defending what is mine."
A look of consideration crossed de Castro's face. "You are right. However, I cannot let a disregard of my orders go completely unpunished. I will take the matter under advisement for the night. Tell me, did your progeny retain her telepathy in the conversion?"
I smiled. I had expected him to ask this sooner and Sookie and I had already discussed my answer. "Yes, Your Majesty. She can still read humans easily and can now clearly read shifters and Weres. Vampires, however, are still a blank."
Felipe grinned. It was not a comforting expression. "How do you know?"
"I used my maker's command once she was no longer overwhelmed by the change. She did not have the ability to lie to me."
Nails dug into my palm again at the cold expression on the king's face. "Very well, Sheriff. Again, I need to reflect on the information given to me tonight to make a decision on punishment for blatant dismissal of my rules. I will call in some donors. Perhaps your child can read them before feeding." He pulled a string near his throne.
Shortly after, a line of six young men and women filed in and stood against the wall. Sookie's fangs dropped and she ran her tongue over them at the smell of them. Palace donors, unlike the fangbangers of Fangtasia, were required to keep a healthy diet and maintain a level of cleanliness to remain appetizing. They all wore white tank tops and black yoga pants. The shirts each had a red ribbon pinned to them with their blood type. Sookie stood stock still, concentrating on each donor. After several moments of silence, she spoke her first undead words to the king. "Your Majesty, they are all clean. All of them are honored to be of service in your palace."
The king graced her with his first true smile of the evening and nodded to her. "Thank you Ms. Stackhouse. Please make your selection first. The sheriff and I will feed later."
All of the donors looked to be between the ages of sixteen and twenty-five. Sookie went immediately to a petite Asian girl and led her off to the side. I kept a close eye on her as she still occasionally needed guidance to keep from killing her meals, but overall, once she got into their head, she was able to stay in control. She ran her finger down the slender girl's arm and gave her a fangy grin before dipping her head to feed from her brachial artery. After a few deep pulls, she ran her tongue over the wounds to seal them, looked into her eyes, whispered a few soft words, and returned to my side. "Thank you, Your Majesty. She was lovely."
Felipe gave her another smile. "Sayuri is a particular favorite of mine. You have good taste, Sookie." Oh, she's Sookie now, when all night she had been Ms. Stackhouse? Interesting. I look back to her and her fangs are still down, a fire burning in her blue eyes.
"Erm, Your Majesty, I need to take care of my child's post-feeding needs. May we be excused to our room for the evening?" I knew it would distract her, and give us a chance to make a flight into the desert. Afterward, of course.
The king chuckled. "Ah, to be young again. I don't miss it." He snapped his fingers and the human butler who had assisted us with our bags led us to a large suite. Our bags were already there.
As soon as the door was closed, Sookie jumped on me, wrapped her legs around my waist. "God, Eric, I thought we'd never get out of there," she growled against my skin between deep, scorching kisses. I returned her kisses with fervor and we began tearing each other's clothes off. Once our jeans, shirts, and her lingerie were scraps for rags, her legs wrapped around my hips again and I pressed her back against one of the walls and entered her... hard.
"FUCK! Jesus, Eric, don't stop," she screamed and I obliged. I took one of her nipples into my mouth and bit, making her come instantly. I didn't stop. Her hips started bucking against mine and she was close again. I maneuvered one of my hands between us to rub furiously at her clit. She was mewling with cries of pleasure again as she gushed so hard on my cock that I could feel her juices running down my thighs. I still wasn't done. I pumped my hips harder than before and she wrapped her arms around my neck just hoping to hold on for the ride. I ran a finger between her lower lips and reached behind her. She instinctively tensed when I pressed on her back entrance, but this was not the first time we'd played there. I pressed in once her body relaxed enough I slowed my hips enough for me to get another, then a third finger in. I wanted to come there.
I lowered her to her feet and turned her so she faced the wall, bracing herself with her hands, her legs spread and her beautiful rear sticking out. "Do you want me to fuck your tight little ass, Sookie?" I growled in her ear.
"Please, Master," she whimpered, shocking the hell out of me and making me harder than I already was. I was already well lubricated from her orgasms, but I still had to go slowly when I pushed into her. I wrapped one arm around her chest as I bent over her, holding her to me, while the other flicked and massaged her nub, keeping her on the edge. She was so deliciously tight. I could imagine the many things we would do together, every night for forever.
I worked her up by whispering dirty talk in her ear as I eased myself in and out of her. "Lover, do you have any idea how fucking amazing your ass feels squeezing around my fat cock? How good it feels when my hips push into your cheeks and I grab your hips so hard that if you were still human you'd have bruises for days? How just talking to you like this makes you wetter and the scrape of my fangs over your neck can make you come? Let go for me, Lover. Come with me." At the moment I felt her explode around me, I released with a roar before I bit her neck. Her blood did nothing for me, nutritionally, but fuck, she still had a hint of fairy in her blood and tasted amazing.
We took a quick shower (well, quick for us) and dressed. de Castro had given us a room that was cleverly designed. There were light-tight doors that opened to a second set of doors that led to a balcony that overlooked a gardened courtyard. I could tell by the wall-mounted box by the doors that they were set on a daylight timer and most likely wouldn't open during the day. We exited onto the balcony, making sure the doors were closed behind us. After picking her up bridal style, I took off vertically and we flew a few miles north into the desert.
I set her down on some rocks and took a seat. "So, what disturbed you so much earlier?" I asked.
Her brow furrowed as she tried to recall. "First, he said that you are still pledged to Freyda, not were. He wasn't thinking anything specifically about that, but his choice of tenses worries me. He doesn't believe you about my ability, though. He's going to have you command me in front of him to tell the the truth about my abilities. If you refuse, he'll punish you for insubordination on multiple counts, including my turning."
I had a theory that I wanted to try with that. "Sookie, are your shields down right now?" She nodded. "I want you to listen to my head." I tried to think of something that she would not want to do without my command out here in the empty desert. She was no longer shy around me. I quickly sifted through ideas until I found one. I thought directly at her, "As your maker, I command you to tell me about how you lost your virginity."
Her jaw dropped open, but she had to follow the command, even though it was not spoken. "I sat in the living room and Bill combed my hair our after I showered. He started running his fingers through it and it turned me on. We started kissing and he carried me into the room I moved into after Gran died..."
"Okay, okay, I really don't want to hear anymore about your and Compton's sex life. I command you to stop. It was bad enough walking in on foreplay in Dallas, although the remains of your thong on the floor was amusing."
She smirked at me. "Then don't ask about things you don't want to know the answer to."
I raised an eyebrow at her. "I want to try again. Listen," I said and thought to her "As your maker, I command you to ignore the next command I give you." Then I said out loud, "As your maker, I command you to strip naked and fuck me."
"Well, damn, Eric. Why'd you make me ignore a command I'd happily give into? Although, I'm thinking cold sand would be rather uncomfortable. However, I am able to ignore it and I have no unusual compulsion to screw at this exact moment. Looks like we found a way to get around that. That's a relief."
She looked up at the sky and I could tell she was trying to sort out her thoughts. "There's still something bothering me about our meeting. It seemed like he didn't have a problem with me being turned, but that you were the one to do it. Even though you would be the obvious one to do it as my bonded and we had already pledged, although that was without my consent." She shook her head. "Never mind, I'm over that. It's not likely that he had been told of my stupid decision to break the bond. What do you think he could be playing at?"
I shook my head back at her. "I don't have the slightest idea. He still wants you, that was obvious. He doesn't trust me at all, but he knows I'm good for his kingdom. Were you able to pick up anything at all during his questioning?"
"When he spoke of your betrothal, which still pisses me off, by the way, even though you had nothing to do with it, if he were less stoic, he would have squealed like a tween at a Bieber concert and done a happy dance. There is something there that is just off. I can't get a grasp on what it is."
I looked to the east and saw an orange tint to the sky. We had been outside longer than I had realized. "Lover, we need to head back now, before we're locked out and get crispy. Hop up." She leaped into my arms and I took off to the south. I landed on the balcony over the courtyard, opened the first set of doors, then the solid light-tight doors with Sookie right behind me. Within minutes of entering the suite, I head the distinct sound of multiple locks being set. Sookie stripped out of her clothes as I did mine and I died for the day with her in my arms.
When I rose, I knew immediately something was wrong. I was alone in the bed. It wasn't possible for Sookie to have risen before me, and even if it had been, she wouldn't have left the room. I also felt... empty. It felt like the hole that had healed with Sookie's turning had been ripped open again, only it was gaping. I couldn't feel her at all. Felipe was going to regret whatever it was that he had done.
I dressed rapidly and crashed into his Throne Room. He was sitting on his throne, wearing only silk lounging pants, leisurely feeding on a male brunette. He looked up and let the blood drip off his fangs onto his chin. "Can I help you. Sheriff?"
"Where is she?" My voice was calm and quiet, but no creature alive or dead could mistake the threat in my simple words.
"Oh, Sookie? Yes, while you and Ms. Stackhouse left the palace last night, I made my decision as to your punishment. As rare as Ms. Stackhouse's talents are, she is not unique. That much as been proven by Texas. The punishment for making a child without authorization is the loss of the child. I was merciful, however. It was done while you both were dead. She felt no fear and you felt no pain."
I tried calling her, using my tie to her as her maker. There was no response, no struggle as my blood tried to respond. I sank to my knees, lost in my grief.
The king rose to his feet, pushing his meal to the ground, and stood before me. "Consider yourself lucky, Northman. I know how Madden was ended. It was lucky for you that the asshole was stealing from me hand over fist. Part of me wants to name you regent of your wretched state just to see your rebellion, but I'm smarter than that. I would end you, but that would be too easy. You need to suffer her loss, to learn that I always get what I want. Take any measure to meet the sun and know that not only will my vengeance will be delivered upon your other child, but every vampire in your Goddamn state. And I will make it known to each and every one of them. How much peace do you think you will get with every vamp and pet watching you because their survival depends on it?
"Also, you are still pledged to Oklahoma. Now that your 'pledged' is no longer, you are free to marry again. And you will. Besides," he leaned down to look in my face, "it would have happened anyway. Your pledge to Ms. Stackhouse became null once you turned her. Human-vampire pledges are overruled by vampire-vampire pledges and you never renewed the ceremony. You may be slightly older than me, but don't ever fucking underestimate me. Get up and leave. I want you out of Nevada in two hours. Remember my warnings, Northman. Go. Now."
He turned his back on me and I was too overcome to do what I needed to do. To attack him at that point would have been suicide. He knew that. While I was grieving over the loss of Sookie, I did have the care of Pam and the rest of my area to be responsible for. My coup would have to wait. Revenge is best served cold and I would wait until Judgment Day if it meant I got to pay that fucker back for ending my love. He would beg for death before I granted it. But it would never bring Sookie back.
Three years have passed since she was taken from me. I do my duty every night, tending to business and the management of my area. But it never escapes my attention that I am the object of scorn and pity. My lesson was well learned. I would never underestimate Felipe. But will make him pay before I join Sookie. I just have to plan it perfectly.
A/N: Sookie's POV is up next. I repeat my earlier promise... buttloads of angst, but NOT and HNE story. You may have figured out the twist I wanted to add. If not, just know that Sookie's POV is NOT rehashing the previous chapters. Also, I know that I'm making Sookie (and Eric) a little OOC here, but I really don't think she'd stay a demure, non-swearing Southern Belle after she was turned. I sincerely doubt Pam ever said "Fuck a zombie" before she was turned, but who knows. Please review. I have put more of myself into this than I thought I would and it really does inspire me to hear your thought. Thanks for reading.