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She Died in Dallas

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Author's Notes: This is an adopted fanfiction from Demon Flame. I will be reposting the entire chapters that have been already been posted. To the reposted chapters I will add a few paragraphs here and there but most it will read the same way. However, this first chapter is all me and inspired by the chapters written by Demon Flame. Lastly, I am looking for a Beta. So if you are interested please PM me.

 I will be focusing only on the first two seasons of true blood, because I believe after that it gets a bit hinky, and a bit confusing to keep up with. So a lot of the backstory and mythology will be coming from the first three seasons.

I have also included quotes from the show or other vampire media that I will integrate into the story. Hope you like.

Please review, follow and favorite.  If you want to please leave comments, favorite and subscribe.  I’m also looking for beta, if you’re interested please PM me.

Warning: ***Violence/Blood***              

Summary: Formally, I Died in Dallas. While in Dallas, Sookie dies and rises as a vampire with Godric as her Marker. Little did they know it would only be the beginning. Adopted from Demon Flame. Based on the first three seasons ONLY.

She Died in Dallas by RN2017

Disclaimer: I don't own True blood, sadly.

Chapter One: She Died in Dallas

Sookie: I'm scared.

Eric: Death is scary. I've been avoiding it for a thousand years.

- Sookie to Eric (True Blood Season 7, Episode 9)

He was flying overhead when he heard it. Normally, on a clear night like this, he would fly from place to place within the borderlines of the forest that surrounded his home. It was a freeing feeling to fly, in the past it used to bring him joy. But now the darkness seems to consume the simplest joy of flying, away from him. It was the sounds of labored breathing, and bleeding skin, sounds of unbearable pain, bone breaking and metal meeting flesh that made him stop.

He would have kept going if it was not for the scent of something sweet in the air. It was a scent that he had not smelled over two thousand years. He was turned at the end of a very long and brutal war, but he would remember that smell for as long as he would be alive.

 The two women who stood were dressed in hand-me-downs raggedy plaid shirts. They both stood over the woman on the ground in an almost abandoned parking lot, outside the poorly populated bar. From where he was standing he could make out the natural blonde color covered in freshly spilled blood. Despite blood and new formed bruises that painted her skin he sees a dim glow fading.

"Take that you fucking cunt." The woman on the right was large and annoying, louder than the woman across from her. She carried a chain in her hand, spattered with flecks and lines of iron rich blood. She followed with a quick kick to the ribs. “We almost had that fanger. He was perfect. We had a perfect place to put him in the basement. His blood would’ve made us money for a long time.”

The woman across from her shuddered at the sound of another bone cracking under the other woman's kick. "I think that is enough," said the other in a timid voice. The younger of the two looked down at the barely moving woman at her feet. "I really think we should go."

She pulled on her arm digging her nails into her skin nervously. "Mags, we should go," she warned. The smaller one had been a bit twitchy since the beginning of the confrontation.

"No, the bitch hasn't learned her lesson. You'll get me the stick I had over there," she yelled, motioning towards the unseen vampire in the woods. “Make sure it’s a big one.”

Now, since he moved closer, he was certain this was the same scent he had smelled all of those years ago, they were not all gone. The vampire stepped closer to the three women, the scent of the fallen pulling him in closer. It took less than a moment to make his decision. So, he took off in flight becoming lighter than air.

He flew around the area, first finding exits in order to block them off. The first one he took was the loud noisy one, who stood over the incapacitated woman. Her chain flew out of her hand and landed right next to the woman on the ground. He picked her up by her neck and threw her across the parking lot.

A moment away from dying, he heard the woman rasp out, "Don't kill them." "Please," she whispered.

She showed compassion for those that had wronged her. He wished that if she survived the night that he would like to become her companion, if she allowed it.

He released the woman regrettably. Focused on her eyes, pulling her into his mind. “Stand here, don’t move.” Glamouring his victim. The large woman froze on her spot on the ground.

The smaller woman turned around with the stick she had retrieved, “Mags?” She called out into the darkness. “Mags, I got ya stick for yeah.”

He circled around the parking lot once again. In a flash he stood behind her, twisted her around to face him. Focusing on the smaller woman's eyes, he pulled her into his mind. "Stand here, don't move." Glamouring his other victim. The smaller woman froze on the spot she was standing, staring into the vacant space in front of her.

She saw a blur before she saw him. From her position on the ground she saw the smaller of the two women walk away from her. She was in mind-numbing pain, more pain than she had experienced in her entire life, the adrenaline had worn off by the end of the first few minutes' of the beating. She felt him as he moved through the night. Whatever he was, he was fast and deadly. She heard the larger woman's muffled scream as he took her.

"Don't kill them," she pleaded. "Pleases" she said in a fading whisper. Despite what they had done, she was to blame. If only she had stayed at the hotel with Sam then she wouldn't be in this mess.

            She heard her savior command the woman in his grasp. "Stand here, don't move," she heard him say. A moment passed before she felt the wind move again and she heard him repeat the command. She felt him move once again and then suddenly he was above her. Her first impression was that he was young, too young.

“How do you feel?” He asked softly in slightly accented English. His voice was like rain as it hit a glass window in the middle of summer, rough but gentle, chaotic but controlled. She could listen to it all day long. She could fall asleep to it.

            She tried to catch her breath, but the more she tried to catch it the more it seemed to get away from her. “I can’t feel my legs. Her head felt like it’s filled with water and is ready to explode.” He smiled sadly at her.

            As he touched her forehead, she felt his fingertip brush the laceration near her hairline. He took his fingertip into his mouth and licked the blood clean off. She could hear and feel him moan at the taste. She knew then he wasn't human. "What are you?" she asked. She could feel him looking her over for injuries.

            He smiled down at her, “I am a vampire. A very old vampire.” He answered. “I was nearby when I heard what was going on.”

 She took a moment process this. Vampires had been out of the coffin for the last two years but this was the first time she had ever met a vampire. She was saddened by the fact that it might be her first and last time.

She found it was easier to breathe without a woman beating it down with the chain. “How old?” he asked before her brain could stop her.

“I was turned over two thousand years ago.” He replied. 

“That's an awful long time to live." He looked similar to her age. She couldn’t imagine living for two thousand years, she could barely imagine living fifty. Although, in her current situation she wasn’t going to last the next five minutes.

“Yes, it is.” He smiled down at her.

 “What is death like?” she asked. It was at this time that she realized she was dying and the vampire above her knew it too.

“I do not know what death is like.  But I do know what it’s like to be buried, it’s cold, it’s wet and it’s silent. Sometimes it can be comforting, and sometimes it can be maddening.” He replied.

 “I'm scared.” She admitted to the vampire in a whisper. She was terrified of what future might lie before her.

“Death is scary.” He agreed, “I've been avoiding it for over two thousand years.”  He brushed the piece of her hair away from her bloodshot eye.

"You are dying.” He stated. “But I can offer you a choice to live as I do, or die." She looked up to his face. He looked young if she had known that he was a vampire she would have guessed that he was seventeen, sixteen at the youngest.

She paused. Did she want to live as a vampire for the rest of her existence? She had been content with her life in Bon Temps. This was her first time outside of her small middle-of-nowhere town. Her first adventure into the big bad world with your boss and her best friend Sam. Did she really want to leave it all behind? She was dying for sticking her nose into someone else's business.

"You need to make a decision quickly, young one. You will not last long." He reminded her of her impending death.

"Okay." she said with a slight nod and watery eyes. She accepted the vampires offer. It looked like she was going to become a vampire.

He released his fangs and sensed a spike of fear from the young woman.

She felt his fangs cut through her skin. He took several mouthfuls, draining her of the last of her blood, before releasing her. He punctured his wrist with his fangs and lowered down his bleeding wrist to her mouth.

"Drink." he ordered. The woman he held drank from his wrist.

"I will be here when you wake up." he reassured her in her last few human moments.

"I…am... S-S-Sookie-e." she breathes, as he watches her slowly weaken with every breath.

He smiled slightly at the dying woman in his arms at her attempt at an introduction, "They call me, Godric."

Author's Notes: Also just in case you are wondering Sookie closer to Godric in physical age, so she would be about 19. And as I mentioned in the story vampires have been out of the coffin for 2 years already.

To Be Continued…


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Author's Notes: Again just a reminder, I will be reposting the entire chapters that have been already been posted. To the reposted chapters I will add a few paragraphs here and there but most it will read the same way. Please review, follow and favorite. If you want to please leave comments, favorite and subscribe.

Just to answer one question this will be a Sookie and Godric pairing.

Warning: ***Violence/Blood***              

Summary: Formerly I Died in Dallas. While in Dallas, Sookie dies and rises as a vampire with Godric as her Marker. Little did they know it would only be the beginning. Adopted from Demon Flame. Based on the first three seasons ONLY.

She Died in Dallas by RN2017

Disclaimer: I don't own True blood, sadly.

Chapter Two: First Feed

Originally written by Demon Flame


Everyone knows the phenomenon of trying to hold your breath underwater -- how at first it's alright and you can handle it, and then as it gets closer and closer to the time when you must breathe, how urgent the need becomes, the lust and the hunger to breathe. And then the panic sets in when you begin to think that you won't be able to breathe -- and finally, when you take in air and the anxiety subsides ... that's what it's like to be a vampire and need blood.

- Francis Ford Coppola, Bram Stoker's Dracula: The Film and the Legend

Godric woke up about an hour before dusk in a panic. She was awake, she was awake far too early. He cursed under his breath. It looked like he would have to go hunting in the last rays of daylight for his new progeny. Godric was deep under the ground, when he sensed her moving beside him.

He reached through the ground beside him finding a foot already moving out of his grasp. Godric tried to pull her closer and deeper into the ground with him, into safety. He didn't want his first progeny in a thousand years to burn in the sun. With her squirming and kicking, however, he lost his tentative grip momentarily, and it was in that moment that she was gone. She literally slipped through his fingers.

Godric had only made one other like him. He didn't think that his new progeny would react the same way that his previous one had; she was something more extraordinary. However, he would have to wait. The sun's rays held more sway over him than he first realized. With one hand out of the ground, he began to burn. He cursed again and worried over the fate of his progeny.

Godric tried once more and pushed one hand out of the ground as he began to burn. He cursed again, as he moved toward the one thing he had avoid for the last two million years.


Sookie ran as fast as her legs could carry her through the woods, she needed to put as much distance between herself and whatever that was as fast as possible. She burst through the tree line onto the steaming black asphalt looking like a deranged wild woman. Or at least, that was what the man in the pick-up thought as he slammed on his breaks to avoid hitting her. Sookie supposed it was a good thing there had been no one driving behind him and that he had had his headlights on in the dimming light of the day.

She ran to his passenger side window that had been rolled down and clung to the side of the truck like a life line. "Please! help me!" He was hesitant, what with all the crazy people running around nowadays, I could be one of those crazy kids high on meth or cocaine.

 "Please, I-" The tears that had been threatening to spill since Sookie woke up finally fell. "I think I need to go to the hospital."

She glanced over her shoulder to make sure that thing that had grabbed her wasn't close by. And was pretty sure she left it back in the woods but it didn't alleviate her terror.

The man caved. "Hop on in." Sookie scrambled into the cab of his truck and hurriedly fastened her seat belt. She had just escaped death, there was no way she was going to die in a car crash. The man pulled away from his dime stop and glanced at me out of the corner of his eyes for several moments. Sookie had begun to shake as the adrenalin wore off. "What happened to you, girl?”

Poor thing... how old is she... where are her parents... is that blood... look at all that dirt... I hope it doesn't stain the seat... just bought this truck...

Sookie hiccupped and tried to stop her tears. "I don't remember," she said and looked down at her bloodied and dirt covered clothing. Had she been murdered? But that didn't make sense, she was still alive and other than severe mental trauma felt fine. "But, I think someone tried to bury me." A fresh wave of sobs wracked her body and she hugged herself.

The man's thoughts weren't helping. He was thinking of serial killers and cannibals and wondering if she had been raped. Sookie couldn't remember if she had, she didn't hurt down there, but she had never had sex before so she didn't know what to expect. He wanted to console her somehow, but didn't want to scare her so he made shushing sounds and promised that she was safe now. Sookie didn't feel safe. It felt like something more powerful than she could imagine would be coming for her soon.

The man, Leonard Polk, pulled out a cell phone and called the police saying that he was driving her to the hospital in Tyler. It was then that Sookie realized she didn't know where she was and so she asked.

"Texas, just outside of Tyler." Sookie wasn't familiar with Texas in any capacity.

"But, I live in Louisiana." Her voice was small and sounded so lost that it caused Leonard a great swell of pity which only made her feel worse.

"Don't you worry none, sweetheart, the police'll find who did this to you."

Sookie nodded absently but said nothing further as they drove. Instead she watched the rays of the sun disappear over the horizon out of the window and thought of the hand that had grabbed her ankle. Someone had been buried with her and didn't want her to leave the grave. Whoever, whatever, it was, had tried to pull her back in, but the kicking had dislodged the hand and she had run without a look back. Sookie thumbed the hem of her once white tee shirt that was black with dirt and brown with dried blood. What had happened to me for someone to bury me out in the middle of nowhere like that? Whose blood was this if it wasn't mine? Was the one who did this to me in that grave with me? She thought.

The cab was almost completely dark now as the last rays of the sun disappeared over the horizon. She could see the twinkling lights of the small city ahead and hear the dull thump of Leonard's heartbeat. Wait, what? She glanced toward Leonard under her lashes so he wouldn't notice her staring at him. It would be rude to outright gawk and her Gran had raised a lady. Her eyes immediately zeroed in on the thick blue vain in his neck as it throbbed in time with his heart. She licked her lips as she watched the hypnotizing thump...thump...thump...thump of his pulse. Her gums itched with hunger that needed sating. She was staring now, out right and rudely staring.

"Hey, girl, are you alright? You're looking a little vacant." He said. Two long pointed teeth Sookie had never had before dropped with a soft click. "Oh, fuc-"

He never finished his sentence because she had launched herself into his lap and bitten down over the beckoning artery in his neck right before the car crashed into a ditch on the side of the road. She moaned as the first wave of nectar filled her mouth. The apex where her legs joined together began to pulse painfully and she couldn't stop herself from grinding on Leonard. Had she been in her right mind, she never would have bitten this man. Had she an inkling of what she was really doing, she would have jumped out of the truck while it was still moving. Had Sookie been of sound thought, her face would have turned hell-gate red as she writhed against this forty-two-year-old man who had a wife and son waiting for him at home. But she wasn't in her right mind and while one hand held his head in place, the other worked his belt off. She was going to rape Leonard Polk.

Thankfully, a hand enclosed around her throat and ripped her away from the quickly fading Leonard. The same hand pinned her against the side of the truck as she clawed and snarled like a wild animal. She kicked out trying to hurt her attacker so that she could go back to Leonard.

"As your maker, I command you to be silent and be still."

To Be Continued…

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Author's Notes: Again just a reminder, I will be reposting the entire chapters that have been already been posted. To the reposted chapters I will add a few paragraphs here and there but most it will read the same way. Also I’m going on a trip out of the country and will not be able to post until I come back.

Please review, follow and favorite.  If you want to please leave comments, favorite and subscribe Also, I am looking for a Beta. So if you are interested please PM me.     

Summary: Formerly I Died in Dallas. While in Dallas, Sookie dies and rises as a vampire with Godric as her Marker. Little did they know it would only be the beginning. Adopted from Demon Flame. Based on the first three seasons ONLY.

She Died in Dallas by RN2017

Disclaimer: I don't own True blood, sadly.

Chapter Three: First Few Moments

Originally written by Demon Flame

Sookie Stackhouse: [In reference to Godric] He's your maker, isn't he?

Eric Northman: Don't use words you don't understand.

Sookie Stackhouse: You have a lot of love for him.

Eric Northman: Don't use words I don't understand.

- Eric and Sookie escaping the from Fellowship of the Sun. (True blood Season 2, Episode 8)

Sookie’s whole body froze in place and clarity returned to her once more. She was still pinned to the truck facing the tailgate end and the strong hand held her in place without any indication of letting up. Every fiber of her being wanted to turn and see who it was that held her but every one of those fibers refused to budge. Was she so afraid of the owner of the hand that she couldn't do anything but obey him? This whole experience was a nightmare, but she didn't think that was the reason her body refused to bend to her wishes. Whoever it was that had her felt inexplicably comforting. It reminded her of the hugs Gran would give her after her parents died, full of love and acceptance.

So wrapped up in her thoughts, she didn't realize that whoever was the cause of her questions was talking. Not to her, but to Leonard. His slightly accented voice was calm but firm as he spoke. Sookie didn't hear all of what he told Leonard, just the tail end where he was instructed to call the police. Then she was dragged away from the bleeding Leonard and his wrecked truck into the field they had crashed beside. It was her fault that he had suffered, he should have just swerved around her and kept on driving. He didn't deserve to meet a monster like her. What was wrong with her that she wanted to drink his blood and have sex with him at the same time?

She was spun around to face her captor. A teenager! He had to be about the same age as her. But where her skin was dark, baked by the sun, his was pale and glowed in the moonlight. Where she had blue eyes and long blonde hair, he had dark eyes and short chestnut-brown hair. He was her opposite in every way, down to his calm and slightly curious demeanour and her frantic and frightened actions. The boy pulled her flush against him and before she could ask who he was or what he thought he was doing, he lifted her up placing one of his arms under legs, carrying her bridal-style and ran.

Sookie shrieked like a tea kettle and wrapped her arms around his neck for all she was worth. The wind whipped around them like they were in the middle of a tornado but then it stopped. She was reluctant to loosen her grip on the boy, whoever he was, but Sookie did turn her head, that had been buried in his chest, to peek an eye open. They were back in the woods and even though the sun had set and the tree cover should have made it difficult to see, she could see everything. The animals scurrying around in the trees and on the ground, the stars in the sky that had never looked so bright. And she could hear and smell everything around her so much clearer. She looked around, completely forgetting that she was in the arms of a stranger. It was all so amazing until her eyes landed on the patch of upheaved earth.

It was her grave.

Sookie screamed and tried to scramble out of the boy's arms. Whether she did it on her own power or he allowed her to get down, she didn't know, but as soon as her feet touched the ground, his arm around her waist strengthened to steel. She wasn't going anywhere unless he wanted it.

"Calm yourself, my child." he hushed.

She paused in her struggling only to look over her shoulder at the boy. My child? He had to be the same age as she was. Redoubling her efforts to escape, she tried to claw at his arms. Sookie drew blood, but to her horror the flesh mended itself as though nothing had happened. She froze as a block of ice settled low in her stomach. She had never seen something like this, whatever was holding her wasn't human, that's for sure.

"What are you?" She must be having some out of body experience, because to her ears it sounded as though someone else had spoken.

"I am vampire." he replied.

Her entire being went numb with fear. Was he serious? A vampire!

"Are you going to kill me?" Crazy or actual vampire, he had proved how easily he could overpower her calling in to question his already unstable sanity probably wouldn't be in her best interest.

"You're already dead." he said, and released her. "I made you vampire.”

Sookie stumbled forward but caught herself before falling to the ground. Turning around, she looked to the vampire boy who had turned her. What she had thought before as just his pallor, was an actual glow, like there was a light on under his skin. There were also the tale-tell fangs. She looked down to her hands, but they didn't glow like the vampire's did. Was she really a vampire? She had run around while the sun was still up without any ill effects vampires usually felt but she had drunk Leonard's blood.

"You were the one in the grave with me." Sookie stated, and looked to the grave.

"You killed me." She turned back to him with tears welling up in her eyes. "Why?"

He stared back at her impassively. "You do not remember?"

She searched his face for something, anything, some kind of clue to what happened to her. No memory surfaced; she couldn't remember what had happened before she woke up buried alive (well, undead). Wait! she remembered. Sookie had come with Sam to Dallas for a convention, she could vaguely remember getting a little laminated badge when they had reached the hotel where the event was. But after that, it was all black. She looked down to her ruined clothes, she was wearing the white boat-neck shirt that she wore to work and a pair of denim shorts that came to mid-thigh but she didn't see her badge. Was this what I had worn that day? How long ago had that been? Where was Sam, was he alive?

The vampire seemed to reach the conclusion that she didn't remember. "I did not kill you. When I came upon you, you were near death," he explained calmly.

Sookie hugged herself against a non-existent chill, and briefly wondered why she was neither hot nor cold when it was mid-June in the south. Maybe it was a vampire thing. "What happened to me?"

The vampire stepped forward slowly, as though she was a frightened animal that might bolt at any given moment. He was right to be cautious as everything in her being screamed at her to run away from him as fast and as far as she could, he was the most dangerous being she had ever met. But, there was also something inside of her that said he was safe, that he was home. It was her blood; she could feel it pulling her toward him as it swam under her skin.

He was standing in front of Sookie and she was torn between leaning into him and taking a step back. "Two human women beat you to death." Her shock must have shown on her face because he lifted a hand up to cup her cheek. She could have kicked herself for leaning into his hand, but she couldn't seem to pull away.

"Why?" Her voice cracked as the tears began to leak from her eyes. "Why would they do that to me? How could anyone do that to someone?"

"It is my understanding that you outed some scheme of theirs. They were cruel women, my child. You won't have to worry about them any longer." He lifted his other hand to cup her free cheek and used his thumbs to brush away her tears.

She stumbled back out of his grasp in horror. "Did you kill them? Did I?" She had almost killed Leonard and he had been nothing but nice to her, she didn't want to think about what she could have done to a pair of women who had wronged her so.

The vampire's lips lifted upward and Sookie could feel the love he had for her heat the blood running through her veins. It was such a strange feeling. "They are still alive. Battered as you were, you asked me to spare their lives and so I did. For you. They will be paying for their crimes through the human justice system for your murder."

Relief swept over her like standing in front of the air conditioning on a hot summer's day. She didn't think she could bear it if she was the reason for the suffering of someone else, let alone two people (even if by all markers, they deserved it). When she opened her eyes it was to see that the vampire was smiling softly at her. "Why didn't you just let me die? You don't know me." Besides her little disability, she was nothing special.

Her blood surged with affection and wonder from the vampire. "The scent of your blood is what drew me to you, but it was your tender heart that ensnared me. You are like the sun when I've only seen dark skies for over two thousand years. I simply couldn't allow your light to fade."

Could vampires blush? She was pretty sure she was, it sure felt like it. It was the nicest compliment anyone had ever paid her, and he was so sincere. Mostly, people thought and sometimes even commented out loud, on her gracious helping in the chest area. Men, women and children. Her breasts were a major reason why she was tolerated in Bon Temps, the other two reasons being her horn dog of a brother and her saintly Gran. "What about my family?" she looked to her right as though she was looking in their direction. There was nothing but forest for miles, but she felt that they lay that way.

The vampire's soft features melted into glass. "You cannot return. Your human life is over. I am your father, brother and son as you are my mother, sister and daughter. That is the relationship a maker and his child share."

Sookie shook her head and backed up a step. "But I have a brother, Jason, and a Grandmother. They'll be waiting for me. I have a job and friends and a life." Two more steps back. "I can't just leave that all behind." She turned and bolted for the road that she had stumbled upon earlier in the day.

She hadn't made it three steps before Sookie slammed into a solid mass and fell down on her rear end. When she looked up, the vampire was standing before her. Known characteristics of vampires; blood drinkers, retractable fangs, glowing skin, severe sun and silver allergy and apparently super speed.

"That part of your life has passed, your new life has now begun. I am your family now, my other child, Eric, is now your brother." She wanted to run (a lot of good that'd do her), but she also wanted to bury her head into his chest and cry. She fought against the latter impulse with every ounce of restraint she had.

Sookie scuttled back away from him doing an awful impression of a crab. "You've done this to other people?" She looked around to see if this other vampire was lurking somewhere in the dark, waiting to jump out and scare the bejeezus out of her, but the coast looked clear.

The vampire walked towards her and with every step he took, she crab walked backward until she was pressed against the trunk of a tree. He crouched down in front of her with the patience you show to a frightened child, which, she guesses that's what she was now. At least according to him. "I turned Eric a thousand years ago, the circumstances were different. You and he are the only vampires I've made."

This seemed to be some significant statement but it was lost on her, the only thing she caught from that was that her new 'brother' was old, really old. "A thousand years! How old are you? Who are you?" she couldn't very well call him vampire until the rapture.

The vampire reached out with one hand and took hers. Peace and contentment washed over her in a wave from the simple contact and against much inner protesting, she allowed him to pull her into a standing position. He pulled her close so that they weren't touching, but she still had to look up to him. "I am Godric and I was turned over two thousand years ago."

Two thousand years was a long time to wander around, would that happen to me? Would I still be walking around when there were people living on the moon and driving flying cars?

"That's an awful long time."

Godric's lips twitched upward again. "Yes, you said that the night I turned you."

She paused, there was a bad feeling rising up through the peace from Godric. "You mean last night?" She tried to tug her hand out of his grasp but she wasn't having any luck.

"No, it takes three nights to complete the transformation to vampire." Her stomach dropped right to the ground to lay at her feet.

Her stomach dropped right to the ground to lay at her feet. Sookie's knees felt weak and she wondered if vampires could faint, probably not. She was shaping up to be a piss poor vampire so far. His free hand found her other and it seemed to help the dizzy feeling in her head pass. "I'm really a vampire?"


"And I can't ever see anyone from my old life again?"


"But, I never wanted to be a vampire," she tried to argue, as though that would change the past. She didn't want to drink blood and only walk around at night and sleep in a coffin. "Oh God, will I have to sleep in a coffin?" That thought was massively unappealing.

"In time, you may be able to get one last look at your family. Newborn vampires are dangerous and volatile, anything can trigger your bloodlust. I do not wish to see you go through the pain of hurting your human loved ones." He tucked one dirty lock of hair behind her ear. "In this age, you do not have to sleep in a coffin or crypt. I sleep in a bed with light tight shades on the windows of my room, but for many centuries I slept in the ground."

 Sookie wrinkled her nose at having to wake up like every night. Then Sookie got a good look at Godric. He looked a bit dusty but nowhere near as dirty as she did. "Did you take a shower before you came to find me?" Could I take one too?

 He was smiling again. "Practice." Sookie thought she probably looked like a zombie in comparison to him. "Let us return to my home and you can get cleaned up."

Sookie looked down at her ruined clothes, he probably didn't have anything for her to wear and she wanted to ask him. But a more pressing need arose. It almost felt like a menstrual cramp with the way it twisted and clenched, but it was higher and in her stomach. Following this train of thought lead to two conclusions and she wasn't sure which one caused her to burst into tears, but she cried all the same.

"What pains you so, Sookie?" Godric said, his hands tightening around her smaller ones. He must think her a fool, almost everyone did sooner or later.

"I'll never have babies and I'm hungry!" Sookie wailed and buried her head into his chest with her eyes clenched shut. She was such a mess it would have been a miracle if she could have found a man to have babies with in the first place.

To his credit, Godric didn't stiffen and awkwardly pat her head as Jason would have done. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled Sookie into his comforting embrace. "I'm afraid I can only help with the later."

That did actually help brighten her mood. She'd never been so hungry before. "It would be weird if you tried to help with the baby part." Sookie mumbled into his sopping wet shirt. Pulling back, she wiped the tears from her eyes before finally opening them.

Godric's shirt was soaked in blood, looking down, she saw that her hands were just as red. Alarm rose in her like Lazarus from his grave and Sookie wiped at her face furiously trying to find where she’d been hurt. Was this Leonard's blood or had she been covered in it the whole time?

"Calm yourself," Godric said, and took her hands in his again. Tranquility rolled through her blood at his words. "Now that you are vampire, you will cry tears of blood."

"That's really gross."

Another twitch of his lips. "Come, you are hungry." He tugged her closer to his body and she let him. Sookie felt like a bad girl, being so close with a boy she had just met. What would Gran think?

"I don't want to hurt anyone else." Not that she saw anyone else around.

Godric reached up to his neck and in one swift movement sliced open an artery. His blood was darker and thicker than Leonard's. It trailed sluggishly down the pale column of his neck. It smelt different too, but what, she wasn't sure. "In time, you will learn how to leave the humans alive without draining them completely," he said, one of his hands sliding up her neck and into her rat's nest hair. "For now, you may drink from me."

This should be disgusting, repulsive. But she still found herself licking her lips as her eyes followed the blood. Sookie stood on her tip toes and licked the wine red liquid up his throat until she reached the quickly closing slice. Godric's blood was rich and hearty and as she bit into his neck, she wondered if she could get by with only drinking from him. One of her hands fisted into his wet shirt while the other wrapped around his side to settle between his shoulder blades. A moan rumbled in her chest as she swallowed her first mouthful.

She didn't want blood to taste so good, like liquid life itself was flowing down her throat. But it was; she had never tasted anything so decadent to compare it to. Sookie had also never been so aroused. It must be a vampire thing because despite her will, she still found her nipples pebbled and her hips grinding into Godric's. It probably would have been easier to resist if he wasn't reciprocating her actions with equal fever. She needed to stop or she’d end up doing something she’d really regret. Also, Godric was her vampire dad now and while she wasn't sure on the etiquette concerning that relationship, she did know she’d be saddled with him for a very long time.

After her second mouthful, she pushed away from him with great reluctance. Godric had moved both hands down to her hips and while he allowed the distance, he didn't release her. Sookie ended up staring at a damp, red splotch on his shirt with her hands on his chest. This night was wild enough without adding sex to the list.

"Let's get you cleaned up, Sookie."

She nodded without looking up at him, too embarrassed by her actions. He must think her a loose woman to rub herself all over him like that. Of course she wasn't, but he didn't know that. He didn't know that she had only ever kissed one boy and at the time Joey Daniels had been picturing his cousin, Luke. He didn't know that her first encounter with the sexual was when she heard the extremely inappropriate thoughts of her great-uncle and that as a result all prospective relationships had been tainted with 'what if's'. All he knew was that she was sweet, a vampire, and had writhed against him like a cat in heat.

These thoughts were interrupted when the hands on her hips pulled her flush against the cool and hard body of his once more. She forced herself to look up to meet his eyes. They were kind and full of love and made all her negative emotions ebb away. "Hold on tight, my child."


Sookie shrieked like a tea kettle as he bent his knees and shot them into the sky like a rocket. Because her arms had clamped around him like an anaconda, she could feel him shaking with laughter.

To Be Continued…

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Author's Notes: Please review, follow and favorite.  If you want to please leave comments, favorite and subscribe. Since I will be continuing this I am looking for a Beta. So if you are interested please PM me. Source information from:           

Also I fixed chapter three and have reposted due to grammar/ missed spelling word mistakes.

Summary: Formerly I Died in Dallas. While in Dallas, Sookie dies and rises as a vampire with Godric as her Marker. Little did they know it would only be the beginning. Adopted from Demon Flame. Based on the first two seasons ONLY.

She Died in Dallas by RN2017

Originally written by Demon Flame

Disclaimer: I don't own True blood, sadly.

Chapter Four: First Night (Part 1)

 The only vampire, a vampire can trust is the vampire he made.

- Eric feeding off of Hadley (True blood Season 3, Episode 7)

"Sookie, we've landed," Godric whispered in her ear.

Her feet might be touching the ground (Well, not quite. She had wrapped her legs around Godric's hips at some point) and her nails may have drawn blood, but her lifeless heart was still plummeting from the six-hundred-foot drop. Sookie wondered how far her screams had carried as they flew, surely someone must have called something in. She had screamed herself hoarse and had probably damaged Godric's hearing in the process. Though, she couldn't feel too guilty about that as he gave her no warning that he would be flying them to his home.

"As much as I enjoy you wrapped around me like this," Godric said, his cool lips brushing the shell of her ear, "perhaps my front yard isn't the best place."

She hadn't realized that his hands were cupping her hind quarters until he gave them a firm squeeze. With a yelp, Sookie fell to the grass. At this point, grass stains would be a welcome splash of color to her wardrobe. She scrambled to her feet and glowered at the amused vampire before her.

"A little warning next time would be d," Sookie said with her hands on her hips. Maybe tomorrow she would cringe about scolding a vampire who was two thousand years her senior, but tonight he was getting a piece of her mind. "I've had enough surprises for one night, thank you."

"My apologies, Sookie."

He sure didn't look sorry.

"Next time, I promise to give you adequate warning."

She took a step back and gave an apprehensive glance to the night sky as though it would suck her back up into its inky blackness. "Next time?"

Godric ignored her question and began walking toward what must have been his house. It was a ranch style house that had more windows than walls. And here all this time she had thought 'glass house' was just a phrase. Sookie wondered how all those windows would work once the sun was up as she followed him inside. With neutral whites and gray's wall to wall, it was a far cry from Gran's house with the walls covered in family photos and the worn furniture that had lasted at least three generations. Everything was clean lines with minimal personality. Did Godric really live here? It didn't look like anyone lived here, there wasn't a personal touch in sight.

"Godric, you've returned."

Sookie turned to see a thin Hispanic woman in a sleek dress and high heels walk into the room. The woman was beautiful, though Sookie felt under scrutiny as the woman's gaze fell upon her. A faint whisper of Spanish drifted through her mind. Living in Bon Temps she didn't often come across someone who spoke English as a second language, but when she did, she only heard their thoughts in their native language. This woman was no different as it turned out so she didn't pay attention to the foreign words.

"Yes. Have there been any disturbances during my absence?" Godric asked, before turning to his right and leading the other woman and Sookie to what appeared to be an office. It was just as stream-lined as the rest of the house. In fact, she was the only thing out of place.

Godric took a seat at the glass desk and opened the thin and undoubtedly, expensive, laptop while the woman stood before the desk respectfully. Feeling supremely awkward, she hovered by the open door way and tried not to get anything dirty.

"There are two petitions for residence. I've looked over them both and they are now awaiting your approval. The King called and left a message to return his call at your earliest convenience. Sheriff Northman, in Louisiana, called as well and is waiting to hear from you."

The woman glanced to her again, her sparkling dark eyes taking in Sookie's dirty form. She tried not to fold in on herself, but it appeared to be a losing battle when faced with someone like her.

Godric had been nodding along while doing whatever it was he was doing on that laptop. "Is there anything else?"

The woman frowned and gave her another look over before reaching across the desk and grabbing a small TV remote. She aimed it at one of the interior walls by her and the television Sookie hadn't noticed before flicked on. A man with a head full of dark, thick brown hair and a lot of glowing white teeth sat at a desk with a woman equally as groomed.

"Local law enforcements are still searching for the body of a 19-year-old waitress from Bon Temps, Louisiana. The young woman was reported missing Tuesday evening by her employer. It was soon discovered that she was abducted from the parking lot of the Sandy Shore's Hotel where she and her employer were attending a convention."

Two pictures of women she couldn't recall replaced the news anchors. Both were bottled blonde with dark tans. The first one was probably a couple years her senior and the second looked old enough to know better than to wear that much make up. The pictures were mug shots.

"Patricia Lodder and Marian Kitsch were arrested this morning in connection to the disappearance. Both women admit to savagely beating the younger woman but claim that she was still alive when they left her. Police Chief Evanovich released a statement this morning after Lodder and Kitsch's arrest that it was unlikely the young woman survived the attack."

"You hate to hear that, Jim. Our hearts and prayers go out to her family in this difficult time. If you have any information in regards to this case, call the police hotline at the bottom of the screen."

The TV flicked off and she was left staring at a smooth black screen embedded in the wall. "That's me," Sookie said in a squeaky voice.

Sookie was ignored as the other vampire returned the remote to Godric's desk. "The investigating officers and news stations have been glamoured according to your instruction. No one will recognize her." She cast Sookie another glance and this time she could discern the questions that lay just beyond her dark eyes.

"Very good," Godric said. "Did you pick up the clothing as I asked you to?"

The woman nodded and finally Godric turned to address her. "Would you like to get cleaned up? We still have much to discuss before the approaching dawn." Sookie nodded because she didn't trust her voice not to come out like Minnie Mouse again. "Isabel, escort Sookie to my quarters?"

Isabel turned in her shiny alligator heels and led her out of the office and into the back of the house. Godric's room was at the end of the hall. "Your new clothes are on the desk. Once you have finished, return to Godric in his study," Isabel said, and then spun on her heel and left her standing alone in the hall.

"Your new clothes are on the desk. Once you have finished, return to Godric in his study." Isabel said, and then spun on her heel and left her standing alone in the hall.

Sookie wouldn't necessarily call her unfriendly, Isabel was just... vampire? Godric was the same almost, maybe it was a vampire thing. But then, did that mean I would turn out to be like them? Sookie hoped not, it seemed awful boring. She opened the door to Godric's room and was greeted with more clean lines and muted earth tones. Would it kill (again) someone to add something personal?

Isabel Beaumont was not surprised when Godric did come back on the first night. It was something he did once in a while, leaving without warning. But he would always leave a message behind on her desk or call her just after he had left. But she was surprised when Godric didn't come back on the second night, she became concerned. He had left a message, a quickly written note with instructions on it but no explanations. It was not like Godric to not check in at least once during his walkabouts.

However, she reminded herself that Godric was one of the oldest vampires on this side of the world. His disappearances from time to time shouldn't overly concern her. It was on the third night that he had sent word to the community in and surrounding Dallas. She'd become more than concerned.

It was even more surprising when Godric came walking through the door, bloody, dirty, and looking a bit worse for wear, near an hour after she had awoken for the evening. And who had followed him was a young woman in her mid 20s, average height, blond hair, striking blue eyes, and curvy but not heavy. She smelled of dirt and blood and death, but most of all Godric.

Isabel tuned her vampire senses to gear exactly what the woman was. And that was when she found it, the scent of a newly turned vampire. The woman beside Godric was his new progeny.

"Godric, you've returned," she stated.

Godric hadn't agreed to making a vampire in over eight hundred years, even though Isabel and the others urged him to. The last one he had made was over a thousand years ago. They worried he was becoming too alone, even inside the nest. A newborn would have given him an interest, a purpose beyond vampire politics, to combat the terrible weariness that eventually overcame ancient vampires. But he brushed off the idea. He seemed offended by the idea at the time. But Isabel looked at the woman in front of her. It seemed that Godric changed his mind.

She knew of his only other progeny Eric Northman, the Sheriff of Area 5 in Louisiana. She looked pretty, but did she have a brain? Isabel thought.

The woman across from her squinted her eyes slightly at her mental question. 

"Yes. Have there been any disturbances during my absence?" Godric asked. Godric took a seat at the glass desk and opened the thin laptop while Isabel stood before the desk respectfully, mindful of the newborn behind her.

As Isabel relayed messages she had received in Godric's absence, she continued to glance in Sookie's direction, taking in the newborn's dirty form.

Godric had been nodding along while doing whatever he was doing on that laptop. "Is there anything else?"

Isabel frowned and gave Sookie another look over before reaching over the desk and grabbing a small TV remote. She aimed it at one of the interior walls by the young woman and the television flicked on. A man with a head full of dark, thick brown hair and a lot of glowing white teeth sat at a desk with a woman equally as groomed. Isabel directed the two vampire's attention to the TV screen, which was currently reporting on the newborn's disappearance and the circumstances surrounding it. As the news program continued, Isabel observed both Godric's and Sookie's reactions to the news.

 “That's me." the newborn said, in a squeaky voice. The newborn seemed mild horrified at the site of new story. Godric merely watch the news stone-faced.

"The investigating officers and news stations have been glamoured according to your instruction. No one will recognize her," Isabel continued. She followed everything to the letter, she always did.

"Very good," Godric said. "Did you pick up the clothing as I asked you to?"

Isabel nodded then Godric turned to address the newborn behind her. "Would you like to get cleaned up? We still have much to discuss before the approaching dawn." the young woman nodded. "Isabel, escort Sookie to my quarters?"

Isabel nodded and turned in her alligator heels. She led Sookie out of the office and into the back of the house. Once at the end of the hall and said, "Your new clothes are on the desk. Once you have finished, return to Godric in his study."  Isabel spun on her heel and left the newborn standing alone in the hall.

Isabel didn’t know what to make of the young newborn. But one thing was for certain, Godric, being the vampire he was, would not leave her to fend on her own. She hoped.

To Be Continued…

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Author's Notes:  Please review, follow and favorite.  If you want to please leave comments, favorite and subscribe. Since I will be continuing this I am looking for a Beta. So if you are interested please PM me. Source information from:

           Warning: ***Violence***                    

Summary: Formerly I Died in Dallas. While in Dallas, Sookie dies and rises as a vampire with Godric as her Marker. Little did they know it would only be the beginning. Adopted from Demon Flame. Based on the first two seasons ONLY.

She Died in Dallas by RN2017

Disclaimer: I don't own True blood, sadly.

Chapter Five: First Night (Part 2)

 Godric: “Retract your fangs. Now, I neither know nor care who you are. But in this area and certainly in this nest. I am the authority. Do you understand?”

Lorena: “Yes, sheriff.”

         Godric: “This human has proven herself to be a courageous and loyal friend to our kind. And yet you treat her like a child does a dragonfly pulling of wings for sport. No wonder they hate us.”

Godric to Lorena (True blood Season 2, Episode 8)

Sookie Stackhouse’s head felt full. It felt as if her head was a water balloon just about to burst. It was something she hadn't felt since she was a child and was taught the ability to shield her mind from incoming thoughts and from other prying minds. She moaned at the sensation.

She entered into the room and found that Godric's room like the rest of the house was bare of anything personal or indicating that somebody lived there. He had a king-sized bed fitted with dark blue-gray sheets against a dark wood headboard with reflective metal ideas. The vanity was made of dark wood and stood by one of the two windows opposite the bathroom. There was a set of bed ends that matched the vanity and a large closet opposite the bed. The room was modern and simple, in tones of dark blues and grays. It was like one of those showcases that they showed; store perfect but completely absent of life. The only things the seemed out of place was the selection of clothes placed on the similar dark colored wooden desk that sat next to the other window in the room.

Sookie walked towards the collection of clothes. They were not clothes she would have picked out herself; they were expensive, what she would call 'over designed pieces of clothes'. Most seemed too small to fit her. As she sorted through her options, Sookie decided on a white lace dress with a drop waist. It was long enough that it covered everything she didn't want shown, but for her was not something she wore on a daily basis. Sookie selected a pair of black flats from the few pairs that were left next to the clothes. She didn't want to touch any of them until she had a shower.

Within a few minutes she was able to find a towel and, after a bit of trial and error, learned how the shower worked. She left her dirty clothes in the laundry basket of the bathroom. By the time the water touched her face she was in heaven, as she washed away the grit and the grime from her recent transition into a vampire.

During her shower the throb in her head began to worsen. Words whispered at the edge of her mind in many languages, some she knew and others she couldn't place. With every passing moment they became slowly louder and louder. She shook her head hoping to lessen the voices in her mind, however, she knew from previous experiences that nothing physical would lessen the throbbing pain.

Breathe, she thought, S-T-O-P-1-2-3-S-T-O-P, repeating the mantra in her head.

As she calmed, the pain subsided slightly, but she wondered how long it would last.

Sookie finished cleaning, quickly got out of the shower, dried off, fixed her hair into a bun and dressed in the white lace dress and black flats.

Lord, knew how much the outfit cost, and considering her situation, she wasn't going to complain. She sighed as she exited the bathroom.

Sookie moved toward the door. As she reached for the door handle she took notice of her hand. Before she had never really looked at her hands, however, she did take care of her hands. Her nightly ritual consisted of creams, lotions, and nail care. But never had her hands looked this good. It didn't hurt that her eyesight was also better than it had been before. She could see every detail, every facet, every vein and every move of every muscle. Sookie could look at her hand all night, but knew she couldn't stay despite her fascination.

Sookie opened the door and exited the room. Walking down the hall she noticed that much like his study and his room the house was bare of any personal touches. I swear, its like living in a freaking commercial. Much to her surprise as she entered the study she walked straight into a solid mass of flesh.

 “Sorry,” she squeaked.

“My apologies. I didn't mean to startle you, again.” Godric said with a slight smile on his lips. One of these days, I'm going to smack the smile right off his face, she promised herself.

Stan Baker woke up to a buzz in the air. He started as a pioneer in the 1800s and was a scout in the American Civil War. But Stan chose to become a vampire to give himself an upper hand in the power he craved. And ever since then he had been slowly climbing the ladder of power amongst the Vampire Authority, although, he wasn't really one for politics.

He stepped out of his room dressed and ready to go for the night. Vampires within the nest were clustered into groups of four or five whispering about Godric's recent return. Stan walked over to the group closest to the fireplace, eager to learn what juicy gossip had overcome the nest.

"What is all the fuss about?" he asked in his southern accent, his cowboy boots hitting the wooden floor beneath him lightly.

"Godric is back," the blonde vampire Mila stated. Stan's eyes squinted at the information, he had guessed that.

"Godric is back with a newborn," said the one in the very tight red dress. Stan's eyebrows rose slightly at the statement. A newborn, he thought, I thought the old man was intent on dying.

It had been quite a surprise to most in the nest. Godric had never really seemed interested in turning another. The melancholy that plagued him had plagued many other ancient vampires and usually resulted in one of two fates: the overwhelming need to find purpose in life, or the overwhelming need to find purpose in death by the sun. And while Stan had seen the signs in Godric, he had assumed that Godric had chosen the latter. To die, and what a slow wait it had been for Godric to die.

 “So,” Stan replied,” maybe she was left by her Maker.” It was a plausible situation, although highly unlikely. Godric ruled Dallas with an iron fist. There wasn't something that didn't go on in Dallas or in Area Nine that he didn't know about. And leaving a newborn without a Maker was almost as bad as a human leaving an infant in a trash heap. Crude and unusual.

"I don't know. According to my sources she smells an awful lot like Godric. And from what I've heard she's very new, like hours old," said Finn one of the newer vampires turned in last decade.

In less than a moment the air in the room shifted, it was subtle, but obvious enough that every single vampire turned towards the two vampires entering the main living room. There they stood a newly made vampire, and Godric.

"Well I'll be damned." Stan looked past the vampire in front of them in order to see the vampire standing beside Godric. She was pretty, and young from the looks of her. And from where he was standing he could smell her, she was definitely Godric's new progeny. Shit, he thought, time for plan M. And I think there is a Viking vampire in Louisiana that would love to hear about this.

He had hope as he laid in the ground that her spark would not fade. He didn't exactly know what would happen to her when he gave her the choice to live as a vampire. His mouth made the decision of asking before his brain did. Godric was impulsive, a trait he failed to lose when he was made long ago.

He was working on his laptop in his study when he heard the water in his shower stop. Godric sighed. He had not meant to make another; he was steadfast on keeping with his designed plan. Eric, his first progeny, was doing well. Despite, the fact that they had stayed together for the majority of the last nine hundred years, Eric had not needed him for over eight hundred of those. And it looked like he would be spending the next two hundred years or more teaching another how to survive in his world.

Godric heard her walking down the hallway to his study. He could feel her embarrassment and nerves as she took a moment to compose herself.

He decided to have a little fun with his new progeny and stood just in front of where the door opened. "Sorry," she squeaked as she walked into him.

Godric felt a smirk on his lips. "My apologies. I did not mean to startle you, again."

In those few moments they had he felt cheerful again. He hadn't felt something like this in over a thousand years since he had make his other progeny, Eric. Eric was a progeny he had planned for from the very start. But the woman standing in front of him was made in a snap decision, one he hoped she would not regret later.

Sookie look a bit displeased at his small joke. "Have a seat. I will be done in a moment." Godric turned back to his desk and sat. He continued working for a few more minutes.

"I am finished with my work for now," Godric stated and stood up from the desk moving towards his new progeny. "I see you have chosen something nice to wear. I hope the rest of the clothes are to your liking. If they are not you can select other clothes that best suit you."

Sookie nodded and stood. Godric didn't know if her silence was acceptance or curtesy.

They walked out of the study and began walking down the hallway, passing large floor to ceiling windows. "It is time to introduce you to the others, butremain beside me," Godric said.

Sookie nodded. "So, who is 'they'?" she asked after a few moments.

"The other vampires who reside in this nest. They will help with the transition into your new status as a vampire. But be cautious; not everyone is as they seem," he answered. He did not want to overwhelm her with the dangers of their world, yet. Godric wanted to slowly introduce her to the world hehad come to know through hardship, suffering, and pain.

As the pair arrived to the living room, the room became deathly silent. Godric counted the number of vampires in the room. There were almost double the amount of vampires that there normally were. Godric nodded to the many groups of vampire scattered across his living room. And it seemed that all were interested in the new guest by his side.

Sookie followed Godric as he led the way toward a make shift throne. The throne was a modern chair, a bit too ostentatious for his taste, but it suited his purpose just fine. He motioned to an underling to gather another chair and place it beside his.

Godric led Sookie by her hand to sit in the seat provided for her. He leaned in close to Sookie. "Now this is where you will meet the rest of the members of the nest," he whispered low enough for only Sookie to hear. He had felt waves of worry and fear through the bond they now shared coming from Sookie as they made their way to the living room. Now that his new progeny was surrounded by his nest her tension had become palpable. Godric sent calm to his child to relax her against her fear.

Godric stood before the nest to make an announcement. He wished to announce his new progeny as it wasn't every day that he make another. But before he could speak a word, one vampire stood and spoke loudly across the room.

"I see you didn't die yet, did you ancient one?" sneered the vampire named Lorena Krasiki as she approached Godric. "We were all very worried you would not return. Worried you would meet the sun."

The vampire was new to his area. Lorena was an old movie vampire, the epitome of vampiric evil and malice. Her sadism and cruelty were limitless and one of her few pleasures was tormenting others, pastime Godric had once enjoyed himself. After a human life full of abuse at the hand of those she loved, Lorena had grown cold and bitter herself. When confronted with someone who expressed the slightest sincere love or humanity, she would be fascinated, as those feelings were distant for her. Even for a vampire, she was notoriously savage and cruel. Godric felt pity for the woman but was also protective of his new child.

"No, I did not," Godric replied. "And now we have a cause for celebration." Godric held out his hand for Sookie's. "A new progeny to bring into the fold." The vampires around the room applauded. Godric smiled, both he and Sookie sat.

Within the hour vampires throughout the nest mingled and talked among themselves. They spoke of politics, of new and exciting pastimes, but mostly of the girl who seemed to have captured Godric's eye. Lorena, however, was not satisfied with the night's events.

Godric and Sookie sat side by side throughout the first few hours of the night. Around midnight Sookie felt confident enough to begin mingling on her own with the small groups that crowded into Godric's living room. Sookie met many vampires that night including those who were not so fond of her maker.

"Why aren't you just a morsel?"

Sookie heard someone asked behind her. She turned and faced Lorena.

"I could just eat you up. I am Lorena."

 “Hi Lorena. I’m Sookie.” Sookie held out her hand.

Lorena rolled her eyes at the action. She flashed Sookie her fangs. Lorena could smell something was off about the girl; that something just wasn't right. She leaned in to bite Sookie.

 “Retract your fangs.” Godric, faster than any vampire in the room, held Lorena by her neck. “Now, I neither know nor care who you are. But in this area and certainly in this nest. I am the authority. Do you understand?” Godric said in a deadly calm manner.

“Yes, sheriff,” Lorena said breathlessly.

"This is my progeny and you, as with another vampire, must treat her with respect. To treat her with disrespect is to treat me with disrespect. She is newborn. A child. To be nurtured and cared for. And yet you treat her like a child does a dragonfly, pulling off wings for sport," Godric reprimanded.

"Lorena Krasiki," she answered. Godric motioned to Stan who had stood to attention when the conflict began.

"Escort Miss Lorena Krasiki from the nest. I want her out of my area before dawn."

Stan nodded to his sheriff.

Godric sighed. If only I can have one night of peace.

To Be Continued…

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Author's Notes: Please review, follow and favorite. If you want to please leave comments, favorite and subscribe. Since I will be continuing this I am looking for a Beta. So if you are interested please PM me. 

Warning: ***Thoughts of Violence***

Summary: Formerly I Died in Dallas. While in Dallas, Sookie dies and rises as a vampire with Godric as her Marker. Little did they know it would only be the beginning. Adopted from Demon Flame. Based on the first two seasons ONLY.

She Died in Dallas by RN2017

Disclaimer: I don't own True blood, sadly.

Chapter Six: Hadley's Loud Mouth

The vampire is an outsider. He's the perfect metaphor for those things. He's someone who looks human and sounds human, but is not human, so he's always on the margins.

- Annie Rice interview, The Daily Beast , November 23, 2011

She was relaxing by the pool when the queen sat next to her.

"How are you doing my dear?" the Queen asked. The Queen was dressed in cream colored pants and a pale blue shirt. She moved like royalty, slowly moving closer to her human companion.

The Queen smiled down at Hadley. Since she had arrived Hadley had become the Queen's favorite, much to the abhorrence of her peers. It wasn't hard to tell why she was the favorite. Hadley had soft lips, had a young fit body, and had abnormally sweet blood.

"It was the least I could do. You just seemed to need me, lying there looking hopeless and depressed. Only wish I could do more," the Queen replied.

"You've done more than enough," Hadley responded. Hadley was truly happy in the Queen's presence. She could not remember the last time she was this happy.

"That's why they call me Queen Sophie-Anne." Sophie-Anne Leclerq was the Vampire Queen of the state of Louisiana. She was just about five hundred years old though Hadley thought she barely looked a day over twenty-five. She is, in Hadley's world, perfect. The Queen was mother, sister, aunt and lover all wrapped up in one. Hadley felt like she was home.

Hadley knew better than anyone what is was like to feel unloved. She felt that she had only ever known second best. Hadley had never felt like she had been someone's first pick at anything. She had always been looked over, at least in her mind she had. Second best was never better than first. And she deserved first.

Gran was a great grandmother. She baked cookies on weeknights, and even gave all of her grandchildren hot chocolate with marshmallows on cool nights. Gran was the best grandmother anyone could ask for. She finally banned her touchy uncle after a while, but only after she complained. Sookie was always treated better. As soon as Sookie told Gran about great Uncle Bartlett Gran believed her. And suddenly he was gone. Hadley told Gran about Uncle Bartlett before Sookie. She told her many times but Gran had never done anything. Slowly, she began to hate Gran and Sookie, even Jason too.

Hadley sighed and shook her head to relax and refocus. She wasn't going to remember the past. The past was over. Her Queen was her future, and as long as her Queen was by her side she would always be a first choice.

Hadley smiled at Queen Sophie-Anne, she really did love being here.

 “To us.” The Queen raised her champagne flute in the air and smiled at Hadley.

“To us.” Hadley click her glass against the Queen’s and smiled.

It had been weeks since she left rehab and she felt better then ever. The muscles in her face began to hurt because she smiled so frequently. She was over joyed with happiness that she feared it might burn her.

"Only wish I could be this happy at home," Hadley sighed as she thought about everyone back home in Bon Temps. She sipped her champagne, focused on the many fruits on the table on front of her.

The Queen smiled, and give Hadley a hug. "You don't need them. If they didn't see you like I do, then they don't deserve you," she said as she rubbed Hadley's back.

"Sookie always saw me, it was everybody else who didn't." Hadley thought about the many people back home. Jason, Gran, Tara and Lafayette they were all good people. But she still felt let down by each one of them.

"Who is Sookie?" the Queen asked. The Queen always perked up at Hadley's concerns and worries.

"Sookie is my cousin. She had a weird gift for knowing things that no one ever told her." She thought back to the times that her cousin seems to know most everything about everyone else, or at least what everyone else was thinking at the time.

Sophie-Anne leaned in closer to her human. "What do you mean?" she questioned.

"Well," she paused, "there was one time when I was going to go to a party in the bad part of town with this is really cute guy. I never told anyone. But somehow she knew, and somehow she also knew that guy had recently been released from jail. But then again Sookie has always been just a little weird." She smiled at the thought.

“Where does this Sookie live?” The Queen asked Hadley.

"She lives in my hometown of Bon Temps." She looked at the Queen. "Why?" Curious as to why her weird cousin that lived in backwater town interested Sophie-Anne so much.

"Oh, nothing. Just curious." The Queen smiled at Hadley as she designed a plan to ask more questions. The Queen looked at the fruit basket for just a moment before asking, "Strawberry?"

Hadley thought she saw something in the Queen's eye when she asked about Sookie, but she brushed off the thought as soon as possible when the Queen's attention once again fell to her.

Hadley smiled as she nodded. Oh, how good it felt to be someone's number one.

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Author's Notes:  Please review, follow and favorite.  If you want to please leave comments, favorite and subscribe. Since I will be continuing this I am looking for a Beta. So if you are interested please PM me.           

Summary: Formerly I Died in Dallas. While in Dallas, Sookie dies and rises as a vampire with Godric as her Marker. Little did they know it would only be the beginning. Adopted from Demon Flame. Based on the first two seasons ONLY.

She Died in Dallas by RN2017

Disclaimer: I don't own True blood, sadly.

Chapter Seven: Fangtasia

To the jaded eye, all vampires seem alike, but they are wonderful in their versatility. Some come to life in moonlight, others are killed by the sun, some pierce with their eyes, others with fangs, some are reactionary, others are rebels, but all are disturbingly close to the mortals they prey on. I can think of no other monsters who are so receptive. Vampires are neither inhuman nor non-human nor all-too-human, they are simply more alive than they should be. 

Ninna Auerbach, Our Vampires, Ourselves

Eric was worried. There were not many things in this world that worried him. It seemed that his Maker, Godric, hadn't checked in two nights ago and had been missing since. It wasn't until halfway through the night when his contacts in Dallas reported his return along with some surprising information. A new progeny. Godric's new progeny. 

According to his contacts in Dallas she was all the buzz. Within the nest she was new, analyzed, deconstructed and reassembled again. Godric hadn't said a word about her to the nest. No indication of making another. He had simply disappeared without a word and then reappeared with a new progeny at his side. 

She was like him: blonde, blue-eyed, but she according to reports was sun kissed. He was debating whether or not he should visit his Maker in Dallas. But as the Sheriff of Area 5 centered in Shreveport, Louisiana he had duties of his own to attend to.

He was happy for his Maker. Maybe this would help to ease the melancholic and depressed state he had been falling into over the centuries. He hoped that this new progeny would give him the strength to continue on.

Over the last century Eric had sensed Godric's melancholy, and his loneliness. He was never released from Godric's hold, but like love the bond grew stronger with distance and time. He longed to be beside his Maker again, though he doubted his Maker would be proud if he simply abandoned his duties here in Shreveport.

He was a thousand years old, with more money and power to spare. Eric had been in Louisiana for over a decade in his role as Sheriff, however, perhaps it was time he had a vacation. He was thinking it might be a good break with a stopover in Dallas just to check in on his Maker.

"Eric, where is Ginger? I need her to clean out the back again," Pam asked as she made her way out of the back room of the bar.

Eric smiled, “Ginger!” he called. The bar had a nice night, it was the weekend which meant high cash flow from his patrons, he did better tonight than most.

The sickly thin woman stopped cleaning the bar across the room almost tripping over herself.

"Yes, Master."

Eric sighed. He hated when humans used vampire terms. It was impolite.

"There are vampire remains in the back that needs cleaning up," Pam stated.

Ginger paled at the idea but nodded anyway.

The woman quickly skips off to the nearest cleaning supply closet.

"Don't you think we have glamoured her enough already?" Eric replied as he watched the sickly thin woman head to the back with cleaning supplies.

Pam simply smiles.

Pam was handling business in the back when Fangtasia closed for the night. And she always enjoyed her work.

"Eric, where is Ginger? I need her to clean out the back again." Pam called as she made her way out of the back room of the bar.

“Ginger!” she heard Eric call. 

“Yes, Master.”

She saw Ginger, the underpaid half-wit almost trip over herself to please Pam's Maker.

"There are vampire remains in the back that needs cleaning up," Pam stated.

The sickly woman paled at the idea. Nodding she says, "On it."

Pam barely looks at Ginger as she hears the clicking sounds of her heels going to the cleaning supply closet then heading to the back room of the bar.

“Don’t you think we have glamoured her enough already?" Eric asked. Pam knew the Ginger would yell and scream when she was face with clean up the mess she left behind. But she could find the will to care.

Pam knew that Ginger would yell and scream when she was faced with cleaning up the mess she left behind. But she could not find the will to care.

Pam smiled at her Maker.

She and Eric always enjoyed creating a good fright. But lately Eric had been distracted, almost sad. She wanted to comfort him but she had never been a very comforting person, even when she was human. She wanted to comfort him as she had done when she was in her early vampire years. Dealing with her master's woes was much easier back then.     

Pamela Swynford de Beaufort was born in 1871, the daughter of a wealthy London businessman and his peerage wife. They groomed her to be a respectable young lady of society. This bored Pam to no end and she spent most of her 20's breaking engagements and young men's hearts. By 1905 Pam was the Madam of a brothel in San Francisco. That was where she first met Eric, her future Maker.

She was walking over to Eric when a human employee announced from the bar, "call for Mr.Northman"

Pam sneered at the girl holding the telephone over the bar.

"Transfer it to my office," Eric ordered to the employee, and she watched nodded. Pam followed her Master to his office through the door at the back of the bar. She had been worried over the last few nights. She felt his sadness and his fear, she knew that Godric was missing. And that Godric had been with Eric the better part of a thousand years. He had set a standard for maker that Eric followed to a T. Something that Pam was very grateful for and couldn't understand for the undead life of her why other makers and other vampires wouldn't follow this rule of thought. Eric was loyal to Godric. And she was as loyal to Eric as Eric is to Godric.

 "Eric," he answers into the phone as he sits down at his desk.

As Eric held the phone to his ear, Pam felt calmness radiate across their bond for the first time in nights. She was elated by the lightening of his mood.

"Yes, master," she heard him call with a sigh of relief. Pam didn't actively try to listen to her Master's conversation, it was rude, and she would never interfere in her Master's dealings unless asked.

"I will see you then. And I look forward to meeting my sister," Eric replied to the person on the other end of the line and promptly ended the call. She felt calmness and amusement radiate through the bond she and her maker shared. She felt a weight lifting off her, inside happily.

Pam moved to the seat in front of Eric's desk and sat down. "Eric?" she asked. Shit. Pam had a feeling something was coming; that this call was the beginning of something a bit stranger and wild. And after many undead years of being vampire she could honestly say she was getting little bored. Perhaps a little excitement was in order.

"Godric is coming to Fangtasia," Eric stated with a smile.

Pam couldn't wait meet her grandsire once more.

To Be Continued…

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Author's Notes: Please review, follow and favorite. If you want to please leave comments, favorite and subscribe. Since I will be continuing this I am looking for a Beta. So if you are interested please PM me.

Warning: ***Blood/ Violence***

Summary: Formerly I Died in Dallas. While in Dallas, Sookie dies and rises as a vampire with Godric as her Marker. Little did they know it would only be the beginning. Adopted from Demon Flame. Based on the first two seasons ONLY.

She Died in Dallas by RN2017

Disclaimer: I don't own True blood, sadly.

Chapter Eight: Blood Brother

Bring a vampire around, people start discovering religion.

- Richard Laymon, The Stake

She was going back home again, well not really. But close to Bon Temps. She was going to Shreveport, Louisiana, with Godric her Maker. God, that sounds weird. I hope I can get used to that. Godric at the moment was parking the car and talking to locals.

Sookie was waiting in line at an oddly named club named Fangtasia. Godric had told her to wait in line and to tell the woman at the front that she was to see a man named Eric, the owner of the club. According to Godric Eric was the first person he had made vampire, though he had not seen Eric for the last hundred years.

Sookie was wearing her new favorite dress. It was cream colored with red floral print. She nervously played with her dress as she moved forward in the line. She had explained to her maker that the clothes she had received from Isabel were not the style of clothes that she particularly cared for. That she wanted a more understated look, more conservative. Sookie was worried that he would take offense to her forwardness, however, Godric simply nodded, and allowed her to browse through a series of catalogues in order to pick out clothes that best fit her style.

Sookie had only been a vampire for the better part of a week. The hardest part about being a vampire was controlling the hunger. According to her own maker, she had better control than he did when he was a newborn. And while the idea of feeding off a living person seemed cruel, she knew it was necessary. And hopefully with Godric she wouldn't kill anyone.

She and Godric had stayed close together over the last week. Since he didn't particularly plan to make another, she and him now shared a room.

The line moved again and suddenly she was just inside the club. She was in front an older woman. She was dressed head to toe in what Sookie would describe as dominatrix style clothing. Wrapped in a leather corset, a matching skirt, her make up dark and smoky, her stance demanded attention and awe from everyone outside.

"Well aren't you a cutie?" she leered at Sookie. "ID?"

Sookie handed over her ID to the woman. She was pretty sure that the lady at the entrance was a vampire too. Something about her just kind of yelled vampire.

The woman looked over the ID and then looked back at her. "Oh, what it would be to be turned young. Newborn, right?"

Sookie nodded.

"Make sure not to eat the locals."

Sookie nodded again as the woman handed back her ID.

"Where is your Maker?" She paused.

Sookie paused. "He is parking the car," Sookie answered. The woman's eye twitched a bit. Sookie assumed she was trying to figure out if she was lying. Finally, after a few moments she nodded.

"Fine. You can come in. But I'll be watching you."

She nodded and fully entered the club, heading towards the bar. According to her Maker Eric ran and owned the club. Normally Eric was in his office most of the night. And with her being a newborn it would be irresponsible of him not to oversee her.

She moved to the end of the bar. The vampire working seemed to draw his attention away from the humans in front of him towards her. The bartender in front of her had very long dark hair, and tribal tattoos on his arms and exposed chest. From his skin tone she could've guessed he was a Native American when he was human.

"What can I get you?" asked the bartender.

Sookie smiled, "True Blood, O neg. If you have it."

The bartender nodded and went to retrieve her order.

When he returned a moment later with her blood, she asked, "Do you happen to know someone named Eric?" Sookie asked.

The bartender paused a moment before looking over her shoulder, "he is on the throne," he motioned behind her.

Sookie glanced behind her to the man sitting on the black throne on the stage. She could feel Eric's gaze on her the moment she turned her head. Sookie saw the woman who had carded her at the door step onto the stage and stand next to him.

She turned back to the bartender. "Thank you," she said with a smile. Sookie moved away from the bar to a nearby table with her drink in hand. Godric told her to find Eric and then wait for him and she intended to do just that.

He was bored watching the blood bags move around his bar. He was growing tired of staying on the throne. He considered getting to the stack of paperwork in his office but immediately decided against it. So he settled for the hunt of a good feed and fuck.

Eric was scanning the club once again when he noticed a beautiful blonde woman walk through the entrance of the bar.

"True Blood, O neg. If you have it." He heard her order at the bar.

She paused for a moment after receiving her order. "Do you happen to know someone named Eric?" the woman asked.

The bartender paused a moment before answering and looked over at him, "He is on the throne." Longshadow replied. He tilted his head towards Eric.

As she glanced behind her, Eric's gaze fell on hers. The woman watched as Pam stepped up on to the stage and stood next to him.

Pam leaned down close to his ear. "Hon är ny," she whispered. "Jag kardade henne vid dörren. Hon säger att hon väntar på sin tillverkare."

"Thank you," he heard her say before she moved from the bar to a nearby table with her drink in hand. He could tell that she was a vampire the moment she stepped through the door. She was beautiful. The woman had an understated kind of beauty that wasn't found often anymore. Eric decided in that moment he wanted her. He would have her before the end of the night.

Eric looked over at the woman at the table, met her eyes, and motioned to summon her to the stage. The woman noticed his summons but did to move from her seat.

He paused for a moment. No one in the last four centuries had ever denied him. He was powerful, and rich but best of all he wasn't too hard on the eyes. He was also the authority in his area. Eric was frustrated and when he met her eyes, he motioned to summon her to the stage again. But this time she moved from the table and walked towards the stage.

The woman stepped onto the stage and stood in front of him. "You know who I am, now who are you?" Eric asked.

"I'm Sookie Stackhouse," she answered. Eric offered his hand to the baby vampire. He was curious to see what she brought to their kind.

"Well aren't you sweet," he smiled as he replied, pressing a light kiss to the back of her hand.

Eric had evidently miscalculated his actions, however, as the emotion on Sookie's face changed into anger rather than one of adoring affection.

"Not really," she snapped back as she pulled her hand away from his fingers.

Eric motioned to the seat next to him that was just placed by one of his employees. "Care to have a seat?" Eric asked. The woman in front of him paused for a moment before sitting down next to him.

"I hear you have been asking questions," he stated. It was a bit unusual for most vampires in his area not to know who he was. He wasn't considered an ancient one yet but in another thousand years he would be. There weren't many thousand-year-old vampires around for one reason or another. However, not many came to the new world. "If you have any questions to ask, you can ask them of me."

"I was told to find you," she replied, hugging the bottle of True Blood close to herself as if it would protect her from his wrath.

Eric paused for a moment, "Who told you to find me?"

"My maker," Sookie paused, "Godric," she said with a smile.

Godric felt nervous as he pulled up to the night club. He had not planned to make another after Eric. He hoped that both of his blood children would at least be pleasant to one another.

He sighed and turned off the engine. Godric walked pass the patrons waiting to get inside his child's club. Pam noticed him approaching and bowed. "Grand-master." she said.

He tilted his head and walked forward as Pam allowed him to pass. As he entered the club hepaused for a moment. The vampires working in the club looked over to him and followed him with their eyes. It was an effect of being so old, in a world so new. He eyes found Eric. Sookie and Eric stood on the stage deeper in the club.

Godric walked over to the stage. Sookie and Eric stood up as he stepped onto the stage. With a snap of his fingers Eric motioned for a worker to bring a chair onto the stage beside him.

"Eric it seems you have met your sister," he said head tilted towards Sookie. "I hope both of you are behaving."

Eric smiled at his maker and nodded. "I have. Let us sit." Eric waited as Godric sat down.

For the last few minutes Godric, her maker, and Eric, her newly found blood brother, were talking beside her. They were catching up on the last few hundred years. It was odd to think that someday she would be like them, talking about time in terms of decades and centuries whether than days or weeks.

Suddenly Sookie felt an intense pricking feeling building in the back of her head. Sookie had felt this feeling before. It had been about a week since she had seen him. Jason sat across the room in one of the booths. His mind was hazy but not entirely unclear.

Got to get some V. Jason thought. God. Shit. Shit. I've to get out of here.

Sookie looked through his mind and found that he was here with a woman who had promised him V. She looked into the woman's mind. Sookie saw in her mind that she had meet him at her Sookie's own burial two days before and had been working her way into her brother's trust. Unlike her brother, her mind was clear and was calculating the best way to get a vampire to leave with them. She was using her brother to gain more access to vampire blood.

Sookie became infuriated at the notion that this woman would use her brother in a time of grief.

Sookie walked towards Jason in a flash fueled with rage. She tapped his shoulder twice. Quickly he turned around to face her. "Sookie?" Jason asked dazed by her presence. Sookie could feel his mind clearing up some.

"Hi, Jason." Sookie smiled.

Author Notes (continued): Below is the translation in English from Swedish of what Pam said to Eric courtesy of google translate.

Hon är ny.= She is new.

Jag kardade henne vid dörren. Hon säger att hon väntar på sin tillverkare. = I carded her at the door. She says that she is waiting for her maker.

To Be Continued

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Author's Notes: Please review, follow and favorite. If you want to please leave comments, favorite and subscribe.

Warning: ***Blood/ Violence***

Summary: Formerly I Died in Dallas. While in Dallas, Sookie dies and rises as a vampire with Godric as her Marker. Little did they know it would only be the beginning. Adopted from Demon Flame. Based on the first two seasons ONLY.

She Died in Dallas by RN2017

Beta'ed by HartofBooks

Disclaimer: I don't own True blood, sadly.

Chapter Nine: Everyone Gets High

You can and you will, if I gotta drag your narrow ass through this world kicking and screaming. Buddha wasn't lying when he said life is suffering. It don't mean you get to check out early and leave me here.

- When Lafayette got real about life with Tara (True blood Season 3, Episode 2)


Sookie walked towards Jason in a flash fueled with rage. She tapped his shoulder twice. Quickly, he turned around in his seat to face her. "Sookie?" Jason asked dazed by her presence. Sookie could feel his mind clearing up some.

"Hi, Jason." Sookie smiled.


Sookie knew that she shouldn't be standing in front of him. Sookie could sense Jason had felt when she died, felt her light fade. But here she was, standing right in front of him, shining brightly with fairy-light intertwined with dark and ancient Fae magic. She could feel that he was happy but terrified. Sookie saw that he realized in seconds that she was no longer breathing, no longer living. She was a vampire hybrid. The initial relief Jason had felt upon seeing her faded as he realized he truly was now the sole heir to the Fae throne; he was going to be King. I'm so screwed, she heard his dread.

"Yes, Jason you are," Sookie responded to his thought. While she was initially surprised to see him at the club, Sookie knew of her brother's appetite for alcohol, women and drugs. He had developed a reputation in Bon Temps that was for sure. For the longest of times it had just been Jason, Grams and her. Simply waiting on the side of the barrier until they could go home. She had assumed that had all changed when she "died".

"What...? But how...? I don't believe it." Jason looked at her in disbelief.

Sookie smiled at her befuddled brother. It was nice to see him again; she hadn't believed that she would get the chance to see him or Grams again now that she had become vampire.

But Sookie was more interested in why he was here and what happened to him when she "died".

"Jason?" Sookie asked Jason, "why are you here?"

Jason looked at her a bit funny," What do you mean?" He smiled trying to poorly convince her that he was here only for the alcohol and women, his favorite past time.

"Jason?" Sookie reasoned, "do you think I'm stupid? I can read your mind." Sookie's tone warned of her awareness of Jason's use of V. While she understood her brother's need to grieve her passing, she had hoped that he would rise to the occasion, not stumble and fall.

"Come on Sookie, just a drop and then I'm done. I'm your brother, please," he pleased with his sister.

"Jason," she whispered. "Be quiet. If the vampires hear you, you will be killed." Originally, she had planned to pass by, but not stop. She had stopped because of the woman next to Jason and what her thoughts revealed.

Sookie glanced around the club, then stopped to look over at her Maker on the stage. She saw both Godric and Eric looking over to where she stood. She could feel their stares. Drawing on her Fae essence, Sookie pulled on her magic to bend reality, just a little bit, so that what they heard was nothing more than small talk.

"Meet me later just outside Grams' house. I will talk to you then." Sookie wanted her brother far away from her new world. She glanced back at her Maker who had returned to speaking with Eric.

She raised one of her eyebrows at her brother, waiting for his acquiescence.

"Fine," Jason said and took a casual sip of his beer, seemingly unaware of how much danger he could be in from the area vampires if they discovered his V usage.

Sookie scanned the woman next to him. Amy Burley came to Bon Temps after dropping out of college to tour America, according to her thoughts, much to her parent's dismay. Jason Stackhouse met her at Fangtasia while looking for a place to buy V.

Idiot, she thought to herself. Although she couldn't really blame him in the end.

Amy, as seen in her memories, overheard Jason asking about V and quickly tried to take him out of the club before other vampires could hear him. Luckily for Jason she was here and Sookie would not let vampires kill her brother.

She left the booth and returned to her place on the stage. As Sookie sat down she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Pam, Eric's child, seemed to have noticed her absence. She could only imagine what the vampire was thinking.

As the evening progressed, Sookie enjoyed observing the interactions between her Maker and Eric. She could feel the strong kinship between the two vampires. She figured it was part of the reason that Godric and Eric had stayed together for so long.

After hearing the two vampires regale each other with stories from the past century, Eric's focus returned to Sookie. "And it seems now I have a new sister," Eric stated curiously.

"That you do." She felt Godric's happiness filter through their bond. She wished that they could stay longer, perhaps return to her home and family in Bon Temps, but knew that Dallas was waiting, her new home.

Sookie missed Gram and her life in Bon Temps. She remembered hot summer days in the sun with chilled homemade lemonade and a slice of her favorite pecan pie. But she knew that she couldn't go back. Her life was over, and now she had to make her new life work.

Her brother would have to take charge and rule without her guidance. Sookie originally wanted to meet Jason outside Grams house. A safe place away from any overeager ears. But she deicide it would be safer for her brother to meet her somewhere else.

Sookie had planned to text Jason after her Maker had settled into the hotel he had booked, hopefully she could set up a meeting in the hotel lobby. She had planned to simply tell Godric she wanted to walk around before they were forced to sleep for the day.

Since she had woken up from her grave as a vampire, Sookie had noticed that her powers hadn't faded away like she thought they did. Sookie first noticed her mind reading ability when Godric had escorted her outside the house to take care of business with humans concerning his financial future. He had wanted to make sure that if anything happened to himself that she would be taken care of. Neither did her empathy ability fade. But unlike when she was alive her empathy seemed to grow stronger gradually every day.

Her other abilities such as implanting suggestions, ideas, and/or thoughts, and by extension, mind control or as she liked to call it the Hive Mind, and bend other's perceptions and realities, she had yet to test to their full extent.

It was easy enough to block thoughts and emotions, she had been doing it her whole life. But tonight her usual minimal headache had become full blown. Normally her headaches were like heating water to a warm temperature on the stove, but someone had decided to turn the heat up and so the water was now boiling.

Godric paused for a moment after speaking with Eric, sensing her increased discomfort through their bond.

"Is everything all right?" Godric asked her.

Sookie was looking at the ground trying to focus on the small speck of paint she had noticed, trying in vain to move her mind passed the pain radiating through her head.

She looked up at Godric sitting in his chair. "Yes... No. I mean, it my head..." she tried to focus on the words she was saying as the pain increased again. "I think I have...a..."

She never got to finish her statement when one overwhelming thought grabbed her attention. It sounded unique among the overwhelming thoughts of sex and blood in the club. Sookie honed in on the voice and spotted a man wearing a fish net hat and gothic clothing.

"Where the fuck are they?" the man thought. "My back up was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago. I can't hold a raid on my ownThese fucking vamp-" She pinned him a few table away from the door.

"We have to get out of here," Sookie said in rush. She was panicking.

"Sookie?" Godric asked calmly.

"Eric, the cops are coming. There is going to be a raid," she stated matter-of-factly.

"How do you know?" asked Eric. Eric's gaze flicked between her own and Godric's, debating how she had gathered this information.

"Please, just trust me." She held tightly onto Godric's hand.

"It's fine. Nothing we do here in Fangtasia is illegal," Eric quickly stated.

"Except if you count the vampire in the bathroom feeding on the man you kicked earlier," Sookie countered, before the door was kicked in by the steel toed boot. She saw Godric's face before they abruptly left the club, it seemed like she was in for a long night.

Stan couldn't stand idiots. It was even worse when the idiots you were dealing with were humans, especially humans who believed they were better than vampires. Finally he saw the tell-tale lights of an approaching car. The car slowed to a halt beside him and the door cracked opened.

"I understand you mortals become fragile if you don't get enough sleep, but when I tell you a time to show your face somewhere, be there." He had been waiting over an hour for the self-righteous pastor. He was getting sick and tired of dealing with humans and their fleeting ideals.

"I didn't realize you vampires kept time," drawled Newlin as he stepped out of the car.

Steve Newlin, like virtually all members of the Fellowship of the Sun, is a Christian zealot who openly demonized vampires. But as most humans don't seem to realize that vampires have no real regard for human law, have their own government, and condone killing. It's possible that his opinion is just based on prejudice. His inflammatory speeches earned him much criticism over the last few months after his father's death.

He was also under investigation by the IRS. And this was where Stan came in; using the situation to his advantage. He had contacted the pastor and formed a deal to help with his financial troubles. And of course the pastor would help him solve his little Godric problem. As long as the pastor could convince the old timer to follow through with the plan.

"If we didn't then we would all be crispy," Stan replied.

"Just stick to the plan and we'll both get what we want."

"I'll make sure to give you the time and date. It's your job to make sure your men do their job." Stan moved forward towards Newlin. "And this deal is done."

To Be Continued

Author's Notes (Continued): Sookie in this story is a 1/2 fae instead of 1/8 fae like in the TV show. This means is more powerful than in the TV show. I would think she would have more abilities simply because she is 1/2 fae.