Disclaimer: I don't own True Blood or any of its characters.

A/N: Well, this is a surprise, didn't think I would get around to writing another for this story. I actually wrote this at least a year ago while at the dentist's office and just now found it again. If you noticed, that my writing style has changed a lot. I might go back and edit the old chapters to fit this style but I might not. Will I be writing more for this story? Hmmm, hard to tell, since this was really spur of the moment.
I hope you all like this!

He had just bitten in the soft flesh of the woman that was his meal. Warm, tasty, blood dripped down his chin and pooled at his knees on the floor. The pain was aching and unexpected. His jaw felt like it breaking apart. His fangs were far too sensitive to bit into anything much less simple human skin. Eric had attempted to push his fangs back into his gums, to hide them, but that only caused more pain. Blood slipped from his open mouth as Eric sat there helplessly. Unable to move his mouth without causing some discomfort. A pitiful, almost silent, whimper fell from his open mouth. It did not go unheard and in a mere blink of an eye, Eric's maker was before him. The forever teen leaned down and gently took his chin into his hand. Godric tilted his head to the side like a curious cat as he examined his child. "Are you in pain?" He asked, though the answer was known through their blood bond. Eric gave the tiniest incline to a nod to express his pain. Godric frowned, his own fangs came into view against his blood stained lips. His thumb rubbed against Eric's jaw for comfort. "You're." Godric paused and his lips quirked into a smirk. "Baby fangs are loose and will be uncomfortable to use till they fall out." Eric growled, loudly, not in anger but to show Godric his annoyance. He hated when Godric so much as put himself and the word baby in the same sentence.

"Oh, stop your whining. Barn(child)." Godric said, amusement was clear in his voice. He let go of Eric and stood up. "Finish your meal." Godric said and stepped over the young blonde that Eric had chosen. "How?" Eric growled out again, the pain causing him to have a bad mood with his maker. Godric hardly thought anything of it. "You do not need fangs once the blood is already flowing." Godric made sure to turn and show Eric that he was rolling his eyes. It was a very human gesture. Eric glared at him and picked up the quickly cooling body. "Fine." He grumbled and resumed eating. Careful of his fangs and wishing he could just pop them back safely into his gums but that only seemed to cause more pain. After he was done, Eric deposed of the body rather poorly. He just tossed it out into the forest where no doubt wolves, or even weres, would find it and destroy it beyond recognition. He walked back inside the house of the their meals and found Godric sitting by the hearth, stroking a fire to life. Eric rubbed his jaws and sat down beside his maker. He buried his face into the crook of Godric's neck. His nose rubbed against the skin of the teen's neck and Eric drew in the familiar scent.

He whined, Eric didn't care, to seek comfort from his maker. Godric placed and hand on his golden locks and gave it a pat but nothing else. Eric whined louder and pushed himself closer into Godric's personal. Causing the shorter man to stumble and adjust to the new weight. "I cannot help but think you seek something from me." Godric said in a exhausted tone. Tired of Eric and his childish antics. "Make it stop." Eric whimpered. The pain was something he could ignore but the discomfort of it. The feeling of being vulnerable was something he was not accustomed to. When the Viking had lost his human baby teeth, it had hardly been this bad. His fangs were so much a part of him now. They were weapons, a show of status, things to be fears. And they were, falling out. "I cannot. They must fall out on their own or your new adult ones won't slip into place. Otherwise I would pull them from your mouth." Eric groaned and slumped against Godric, causing the older vampire to sigh in annoyance. "Just sleep through the pain, dräktig(whelp)." The insulting, at least to Eric, was enough for him to pull back his lips and snarl. Only to a have a ripple of pain sear through him. Eric buried his head further into his maker. Godric chuckled and the Viking felt the rumble rather than the noise itself. "Sleep, Eric." Godric's voice was soft and soothing and Eric drifted. The smell and the feel of his maker was enough to lull him to sleep

When he woke Eric's senses were dull from sleep and he laid there for a moment. Allowing his mind to wake and the world come into focus. The first thing he noticed, as he always did, was the presence of his maker. Or lack of. Panic settled in and Eric tensed, his sleep riddled mind loose in what a Viking like himself would actually do if a comrade was missing. "Stop your panicking, I am here." Godric's voice was like a gift from Odin to Eric and it awoken his body and thoughts. It was then he realized the lack of pain from his mouth. He cautiously opened his mouth and moved the muscles in his jaw and fangs smoothly fell into place. Not an inch of pain in the action. Eric looked up to the teen in shock and confusion. It was then he noticed the new necklace that adorned the vampire's neck. It was set of teeth, a set of fangs. They were long and pearly white and the points touched. They flashed in the low light and Eric looked to the teen in surprise. He hadn't been wearign there the night before. Godric noticed the confusion and smiled.

"I amy have lied to you." Godric knelt and fingered the long fangs. The whole bone was intact, even the roots were there. "I could pull your fangs from your mouth, but it would have caused a harsh pain that I wished not to inflect on you." He said and peered at the fangs around his neck. Looking a like a trophy to show off. "Why do you get to keep them?" Eric growled, he did not like something of his person being shown off like a prize. Godric gave him a curious look. "Is it not in the parent's right to keep their child's teeth. Perhaps." He reached into the pocket of his pants. "You like to trade instead?" He held out another necklace for Eric to see. Fangs, just like his own, only there were four of them. Two pure white one sat together. They were shorter and looked almost like actually children's teeth. Still they were sharp, Eric could tell. The other pair, one fang on each side of the small ones were longer. Longer than even Eric's and had darken with age. "These are yours." He said in awe. "But the others." Godric handed over the necklace with a look of distaste. "Those were my maker's adult fangs. Before I killed him, I ripped them from his jaw." Eric looked up timidly at his teen maker. Noting the anger seeping through the bond. "Why?" He mumbled quietly. Godric gave him a deadly look. "Because I wanted him to suffer."

A/N: Godric is speaking Swedish in this chapter, I personally like it and if there is more chapters after this, expect more foreign languages.

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