A/N This is a sequel to my story "Never Again". I decided to continue my story because a lot of people liked it and demanded a sequel. This story will begin with EPOV, so we will understand his behavior better.

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Many thanks to my dear Beta, All About Eric for her patience and support while writing this.

Also: none of these characters belong to me, they belong to Charlaine Harris.

On with the story.

We approached Sookie's home and she took the key from her purse to open the door. The door to my Sanctuary. It seemed that a lifetime had passed since Sookie found me in the middle of the road running towards nowhere. So much had happened since then…she had become the centre of my universe, the love of my life… well, existence, since I can't say I'm really alive… I hope she comes to love me too; I can't imagine being without her. She is so brave and selfless and beautiful…will I ever be able to regain my memories? A thousand years' worth of memories. Will she like me better when I'm myself, with my memories intact, or is the only reason she likes me now because I'm not really myself…? If that is the case, then I hope I never get my memories back because having her, being with her, is worth much more than my memories; much more than anything.

She was already inside the house, I had to end my musings and…. What was that smell? Were? Shifter?

"Sookie!" I roared.

But it was already too late, I heard the gun unload and I smelled my lover's sweet blood! How dare this Were hurt my lover! I felt the pain that the bullet was causing to Sookie and I jumped on the bitch's neck. I'm going to drain this bitch! So I let myself be taken over by anger. I want the bitch's blood, I want her dead! All I was thinking of was how to drain her faster…

"Errri…."

I thought I heard something but it was not strong enough to penetrate my bloodlust haze.

"Eric." I heard a small voice calling; my lover's voice.

I dropped the Were and rushed to my Sookie. There was so much blood...she was so pale and her eyes were filled with pain…Waves of rage shot through me; I could kill the bitch over and over again! But that was not helping Sookie. What should I do? Her eyes were closing …

"Sookie, no, NOOO! SOOKIE!" I shouted.

I don't know how to help her, should I call anyone? Should I give her my blood? I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO! I tried to lift her off the cold floor...

„Aaaa!" she whimpered in pain.

Maybe I shouldn't move her. What can I do?

"Doctoooorr..." the whisper was so low that I could barely hear it.

A doctor! Where I can find a doctor? Is there a hospital near? Or should I call? But where should I get the number for a doctor? How the hell am I gonna find a doctor?

„How do I find a doctor? Where do I find a doctor?" I yelled at her. "Tell me what to do Sookie! You're dying!"

She rolled her eyes and her head fell to the side as if she had not enough energy to hold it up any more. Her breathing became shallower, and I felt through the little bond that we were sharing that she was weakening.

"Sookie, please, tell me what to do! Lover, don't die on me, you're all I've got!... Sookie, please...I love you," I pleaded.

Hot tears gathered behind my eyelids. I can't lose her! She is my heart, she's all my life. I CAN'T LOSE HER!

"Sookie, pleeeaassse!" I cried.

She opened her eyes again, and they were full of love:

„Pammm,"... she whispered.

Finally, something I can do! I jumped to the table and grabed the phone. I dialed the number that Pam gave me the first night she came to Sookie's house, in case I needed her. It rang once and then I heard Pam's bored tone:

„Sookie, I'm kinda busy right now with the torturing and..."

„Pam, Sookie's been shot, she's losing a lot of blood, her heartbeat is very weak and she says she needs a doctor!" I shouted into the phone.

„Eric, are you all right? Where is Sookie?" she replied in a much humbler tone.

„She is right here with me..." I went back to her side while speaking to Pam.

„Sookie!" I called her.

No reply. Sookie must have lost consciousness while I was talking with Pam. Her hearbeat has almost stopped.

„Pam, her heart has almost stopped! What can I do?"

„Well, it's too late for a doctor then. The only way to save her now would be to bring her over, but I strongly recommend that you don't. We've got the witch's brother and soon the spell will be broken, and even though you like Sookie very much when you are yourself, I know that you would not tie yourself to her for eternity. You have to let her go, Eric."

„NO! How can you even suggest this? I can't let her die! I love her!"

Rage coursed through my veins, combined with pain. I couldn't lose my Sookie.

„I'm going to bring her over," I decide. „How do I do that, Pam?"

„Eric, really that is not a good idea..."

„PAM! HOW DO I TURN HER?"

„OK, then, but you will come to regret this!" she huffed. „You must first drain her almost completely and then you must fill her with your blood. I will be there to help you bury her by the time you're finished feeding her."

I threw the phone on the floor and lifted my lover in my arms. She is so beautiful and innocent... will she hate me for this? Nevertheless, I can't just watch her die. So I sank my fangs into her beautiful neck and drained the little blood that still remained in her veins. Her heartbeat was so weak that I had to stop very soon. I opened my wrist and put it to her mouth. With my other hand I began massaging her throat so she would swallow my blood. The process was so slow...I opened my wrist three more times and then Pam burst through the door. She looked around the kitchen with a critical eye, assesing all the blood and the dead Were in a corner.

„Well now, this is my kind of a party! Why wasn't I invited?"

„Pam, enough! You must tell me what to do now!" I snapped at her.

She came closer and put a hand on Sookie's chest.

„There's not much you can do now. We will dig a grave at the back of the house and put her in it and then we'll wait. In three days she shoud rise a vampire, if everything is alright..."

„What do you mean, ‚if everything is alright'? You are telling me that something can go wrong?"

"Yes, something always can go wrong; the turning might not be successful. I've seen some cases…Well, too late to worry about that, we must dig the grave now."

We got out through the back door and found some shovels in a little building near the house, and we began to dig. We had a pretty good hole in no time and I walked back inside the house to bring my Sookie. My heart was so heavy in my chest, I felt like I was dying. Again. I looked at her face and hoped that I would see it again, animated with emotions… smiling, laughing, her eyes sparkling with love and joy…her hand around me, holding me to her, ravaging my hair…

"Eric we really need to bury her now!" I heard Pam telling me.

What does she know about how I feel? What does she know about how it feels to lose everything you care about, everything you love, the only person that matters to you…? If I could die my final death so that Sookie could live, I would not hesitate a moment.

I placed my sweet burden in the grave and tears started flowing down my face.

"My beautiful lover, come back to me, please!" I whispered into her hair.

Pam came closer to the grave, gave me a small smile and said:

"Sometimes the transition is easier if the maker goes into the grave together with his future child…"

I didn't waste another moment. I jumped into the grave, laying myself behind Sookie, holding her to my chest. I will give her all my strength, all my love; she will feel me there with her and maybe she will not fear this new life that awaits her.

Pam started filling the grave.

"I'll see you both in three nights, Master. I'll come with some True Blood; I don't think Sookie would accept a donor so soon. Maybe the spell will be broken by then and everything will be back to normal…"

I closed my eyes as the dirt began to cover me. How many things had changed in so little time…? I remembered how scared Sookie was on the night she found me, and still, she took me to her home, washed my feet and asked her brother to buy me clothes and True Blood. She was so brave, my little fighter. And how she tried to keep me safe from the witches, how she cared for me and held my hand, and…

I don't know how long I was thinking but at some point I felt the day take me.

I woke up knowing exactly who I was, but without any idea where I was, what I was doing covered in dirt and next to… wait I know this smell... it's Sookie's… But something is different about her…. All the dots joined up and I realized that we were in a grave and I must have turned Sookie. What the hell? How has this happened? My anger rose inside of me. I started making my way out of this grave; I really hate sleeping in the ground. I was sitting on top of the grave in no time. The last thing I remembered was sitting in my office with Pam, Chow and the witches. Chow jumped on one of the witches and… and then I woke up here! Did the witches curse me? Pam should know! I ran my hands over my body looking for my cell phone. What the hell am I wearing? Where did this junk come from? Shit! I can't find my phone. I used my Maker-child connection to call for Pam. She'd better have a good explanation for this!

I made my way inside the house and headed to the fridge. I took one bottle of True Blood and put it in the microwave. I hated this shit, but it would have to suffice. The smell in the kitchen was really vile. It was stinking of Were and death, but somewhere behind all that was a very sweet and aromatic smell. Sookie's blood.

It must have been a fight, Sookie must have been hurt pretty badly… that must be the reason I had to turn her… but why can't I remember any of this? I hate not knowing! The microwave's ding interrupted my musings. I took the bottle out of the microwave, shook it a little and drank it all. I hate this vile stuff!

I felt Pam coming closer, so I headed outside and crossed my arms over my chest. My child had better tell me everything!

She zipped to stand in front of me with vampire speed and sank to one knee:

"Master! It's good to have you back!"

"Pam, what day is it today?"

"It's Wednesday, Eric, why?"

"The last thing that I remember is talking to the witches in my office. How long has it been since then?"

"It's been six days, Master."

"You will tell me everything that happened in this time. Leave out nothing!"

She began to tell me a unbelievable story about me staying in Sookie's house for my own protection, about how I fell in love with this stubborn breather. She told me about the Witch War - now, that would have been fun, and the Were bitch that shot Sookie.

"Pam, do not think of messing with me, I'm not in the mood to bear with your twisted sense of humor! I want to know the truth! Deliver it or I shall punish you!"

"Master, this is the truth! I swear it on my blood." She met my eyes directly.

I felt from the bond that she was sincere, but how can that be? What she describes doesn't seem at all like me. It looks like a weak and lame HUMAN not a smart, devious VAMPIRE. I will need to deal with this later; right now there are other matters to deal with.

"Is the Queen aware of any of this?" I asked my child.

"No, we did a good job by keeping all of this mess secret."

"How is the business doing? You said there has been an attack at the bar?"

"We have one dead waitress and one in hospital, but other than that I have dealt with everything and the bar runs as usual. There are a lot of papers waiting for you, though…"

"Let's go, then! I will deal with this (and I point to the grave in front of us) later. She is going to rise in two days, if at all, so there is plenty of time to think about that. Meet me in my office!" And with that I took to the sky.

The flight to Fangtasia was short and once there I went directly to my office. Pam was right. A pile of papers was waiting for me on my desk. First things first, I have to eat. I called Clancy and told him to bring me a nice brunette. I had had enough of blondes lately. Pam came through the door and stared at the girl that Clancy brought to me.

"Are you willing to share?"

Everything is back to normal.

It had been two nights since I woke up in Bon Temps. It was time for me to deal with my new child. I had come to terms with Sookie's turning. Even if I was not looking forward to training a newborn again, I thought that it was going to be very rewarding. Sookie is smart, feisty (I like my women feisty), loyal and brave. I could have done a lot worse. Not mentioning that she is talented (I hope her gift makes the transition). She will be a great asset for a smart vampire such as myself.

I liked Sookie from the first moment I laid my eyes on her, she possessed such a strange combination of innocence and sexiness, she was beautiful and feisty, she was perfect. I marveled to myself that I was gonna have her. Now she's all mine! I'm going to enjoy bending her to my will.

I called Pam and told her to meet me in Bon Temps and to bring some donors with her. She seemed to think that this was not such a good idea, because Sookie was very sensitive about this stuff. Whatever! She would bring True Blood instead. That was, in my opinion, a sacrilege! My child will have True Blood for her first meal. Well fine, I will indulge her for now. But she had better get over her sensibilities pretty soon. She's a vampire now. She had better get used to it!

I took my car and drove to Fangtasia for a meal and then I flew to Bon Temps. It wouldn't be long before she rose.

Pam was already there waiting.

"No sign yet, maybe you'll get lucky and she won't rise at all."

"I don't know about that, Pam… Maybe it will be a good thing to have her at our side. I will definitely enjoy her company in my bed." I smirked. "You could use a little sister to care for."

"Don't even think about that! You turned her; you should take care of her. Besides she doesn't listen to anybody, she's too stubborn."

"That brings back some fond memories…" I chuckled. "You used to be pretty stubborn yourself Pam. You still are. Maybe it will be good to taste a little of your own medicine..."

"Humph", Pam crossed her arms over her chest. "I was never THAT stubborn," she mumbled.

My disposition had lightened over the past two nights. I will be a good Maker to Sookie. I pride myself on being a fair and honorable Master to everyone in my retinue and I was always a good Maker to Pam. Even if Sookie will probably not be very happy about her turning, I will have patience and she will begin to like it in time. Who wouldn't like to be stronger, faster and immortal? To never get sick or grow old… Immortality is a great gift and she will be grateful… Eventually…

"Shouldn't she be up by now?" Pam was looking at her nails critically. "I want to go to the salon once this is over. I hate getting my hands dirty. Digging dirt is no fun, I would rather…"

"Enough rambling Pam! She should indeed be up by now. Something must have gone wrong. Are you positive that I fed her my blood?"

"Of course I'm positive! I could smell your blood all over her when I got here. Maybe she was too far gone when you started turning her..."

"We'll wait a little longer and if nothing happens we'll dig her out and see what happened."

"Fine. But just so you know, I'm gonna stay one hour tops. I have plans, you know…"

"You'll stay no matter how long I ask you to Pam."

"Yes Master!" she replied in her trademark bored tone.

I chuckled. Between Pam and Sookie, I would never get bored again!

Suddenly I felt a new bond opening inside me. And it grew, and grew… it crushed me under its weight. I sank to my knees. WHAT THE HELL? What is this? This didn't happen when I turned Pam. Why is it this way now? I started feeling fear and pain through the new bond. It was so strong that I felt it like it was mine. A wave of despair rushed through the bond directly into me, filling me up, dragging me under… I can't stand it! I have lived a thousand years without any emotions and now this! I hate emotions, I hate feelings; they make a vampire weak, pushing him until he meets his final death! I won't be weak!

"Pam, deal with this!" I shouted and in the next moment I shot straight into the air.

I flew as fast as I could, trying to put some distance between me and the source of these EMOTIONS.

It seemed like an eternity, although I was sure it was just a few minutes but at some point all the feelings started to fade. I landed somewhere near a lake.

What the hell was that? How did I lose my control like that? I am old and strong, how can a newborn child take hold of me like that? I hate losing control! I hate HER! She's been nothing but trouble since the first time I met her. And now I'm tied to her forever?… I will not let her control me!

I tried to steady myself and reached inside me where the new bond had formed. I began slowly to close my end of the bond and it took all my strength to do it. When I finally got the bond closed I took an unnecessary breath. I needed blood!

I got to the air and got myself to a gas station. I'll find something here. I must!

A young woman approached me.

"Excuse me, sir, can I help you?"

"As a matter of fact you can!" I glamoured her and took her a little further away so no one could see us. I sank my fangs into her neck and drank until I had my fill.

"Run, leave and remember nothing of this!" I whispered in her ear.

She ran off, and I let out a sigh. I began to feel better. More like my usual self.

There was still the matter of Sookie… Rage started pouring through me when I thought of her. Who does she think she is? She thinks that she can control me? ME? I am Eric Fucking Northman, Sheriff of Area Five! I am god in my little piece of Louisiana! No one controls me! Not even my maker! And she is my child!

By then I was shaking with anger. I took to the air and returned to Bon Temps.

I thought that I was gone for hours, but it appeared that it had not been long at all, a few minutes perhaps. Pam was standing near Sookie trying to explain something.

"Look Sookie…" she tried to shout at Sookie.

"Pam, I'll handle this, you may go," I told her.

"Eric…"

"Leave, Pamela!"

Pam shot me a dirty look and left. I stood before my newest child and I looked at her for the first time. She is beautiful! Even more so than she used to be! She noticed me and whispered softly:

"Eric, baby…"

What did she call me? Baby? I am a thousand-year-old vampire AND her Maker and she calls me 'baby'? My rage took hold of me again:

"Don't ever call me that! I don't know what happened during the time I spent at your house being cursed; Pam told me we seemed close, but hear this: you will never call me anything other than Master! And you will tell me everything that happened in this last week! Every single word, every single move, EVERYTHING! And most of all, you will tell me why the hell I find myself as the Maker of the most exasperating woman I've ever met in my entire existence!"

That's better! I am in control! Not her!

She looked at me with pained eyes and whispered again:

"Eric..."

What the hell is wrong with her? Can't she understand that she needs to address me with more respect now? After all she belongs to me, I am her master.

"Eric…" I heard her calling again.

Enough of this nonsense. I did not have the time for this. This had taken more time then I had originally planned, so we would have to settle things later.

"Eric…"

"Enough of this!" I roared. "Let's go, I have several things to do and the dawn is approaching! You had better learn your place from the beginning because I'm not gonna tolerate any disrespect from you! Needless to say, I'm not satisfied with this situation. I don't have the time or the disposition for training a newborn, and even if I had, you are not the type of child I would choose. Well, too late now… We will meet at Fangtasia in one hour. Use this time to gather everything you need - you will not be coming back to this shit-hole. Take a shower and dress in something appropriate - not that you own anything even close to my idea of appropriate - and drive to Shreveport. You will enter through the Employees' door and come straight to my office. Is everything clear?"

She nodded and I took my leave. I had to inform the Queen that I had a new child and file the proper papers with the Authority; I had to put everything in order at Fangtasia, so Pam can handle everything by herself, since I will be occupied with this witty new child… There were a lot of things to be dealt with and very little time before dawn.

I had already decided that she would live at my place so I can better keep an eye on her. I hope she won't be hard to live with… Who am I kidding? Of course she will be hard to live with! Look at all this trouble that she has caused and she just raised about an hour ago…

I landed at the back of Fangtasia and I got straight to my office. After I called the Queen and talked to my lawyer for almost an hour, I settled into my chair and tried to open the new bond a little, to see if she was already on her way here. To my surprise she was still in Bon Temps and the feelings that I was getting from the bond were somehow disturbing… there was grief and despair and… and resolve…

She wouldn't! … Of course she would!

I ran through the back and took off immediately. I'll probably have to drain a couple of humans because of all this flying tonight.

I landed at the back of Sookie's house but I knew she was not there. I started following the bond and I saw her in the cemetery. The sky was starting to change colors and I felt the pull of the sun as the day began. She was crying and saying something towards the grave beneath her knees. The words were too soft for me to hear from this distance and I didn't have the time to spy on her anyway. As I approached her I looked at the horizon were the sky had already begun to light up and I knew that I had to hurry if I didn't want to meet the sun right along with my new stubborn child.

"You don't follow orders very well, do you?"

TBC

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