Hi guys, HouseNorthman here! So far all my stories have been published in the Sookie Stackhouse fandom, but I couldn't get over the way True Blood ended and this baby has been gnawing at my brain! I think things could have ended very differently for our Bon Temps friends and this is my version of season 7 to try and erase that drivel they spoon fed us! This story starts at the beginning of episode 5 "Lost Cause" where the attack on the Hep-V vamps at Fangtasia has just ended and Pam brings Willa in to see Eric. Please take this ride with me and let me know what you think! I already have half the next chapter written because normally I would never post a chapter this small but I felt like this scene was profound and really needed to stand on it's own.

*True Blood and the Sookie Stackhouse novels are property of Charlaine Harris and HBO. I just like to play with my babies and give them better lives and better endings!*

Life it seems will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters, no one else

I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free

Things not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can't be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel

Emptiness is filling me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me but now he's gone

No one but me can save myself
But it's too late
Now I can't think
Think why I should even try

Yesterday seems as though
It never existed
Death greets me warm
Now I will just say goodbye

-Metallica/Fade to Black

"I don't give a shit! I'm not going with you; I would rather die than get in that coffin!" Willa yelled at Pam as she shoved her through the doors of Fangtasia.

"You will do what your maker tells you to do." Pam shot back, annoyed by her bratty sister.

"He may be my maker but he sure as fuck didn't raise me…Tara did. She was the one who taught me how to feed and to control my impulses. He left me! Then you left her when we needed you the most."

"We have bigger fucking problems than your Mommy and Daddy issues."

"She died because of you!" Willa spat the venomous words, aiming to hurt Pam the way she had been hurt all these months.

"Enough!" Eric's deep voice boomed over the empty club. He sat down in his throne, already exhausted from the attack they had launched earlier. The last thing he was going to deal with now was his two progenies arguing who was more of a shitty maker; he already felt bad enough for the way he had abandoned Willa.

"You're right Willa; I've been a terrible maker to you, and for that I am truly sorry. I do not regret turning you however. I'm proud to call you my progeny."

Willa didn't even try to absorb his words; there had been too much anger and sadness inside her for the last six months and if Eric thought saying sorry was going to fix it, he had another thing coming.

"Why did you come back for me?" She asked instead.

"Pam and I are going to kill Sara Newlin before I meet the true death."

"You can count me out." She retorted.

"She was practically your stepmother Willa; if you have any idea where she might be, I need to know it."

"I'm not going with you!" Willa screamed like a petulant child.

"Like fuck you aren't!" Pam said. She had only spoken to Eric a handful of times the way Willa was right now, and she had been punished severely. What was wrong with that girl? Couldn't she see that her Maker was dying and trying to make amends with his wayward daughter and exact revenge on the bitch that had cursed vampire kind to this disease?

Willa just ignored her and stepped up on the dais to level Eric with her stare. "But I will tell you what I know…. If you release me."

Pam flinched involuntarily at her words. It was less than a year before when Eric had released her for her own safety and she remembered the ache it left inside her all too well. The baby vampire didn't know what she was truly asking and she would be sorry if Eric went through with it.

Eric stared at Willa in silent contemplation. He had made her vampire under less than ideal circumstances but that didn't mean he cared for her any less. In all his time on this Earth, he had only made two progenies and now they stood before him. One was fighting to save his life in any way she could, and the other stood in front of him cold and rejected; too hurt to allow herself to feel anything for her Maker.

Eric remembered the day Godric had released him and even now, some eight hundred odd years later; he remembered feeling as if he had lost a piece of his very soul that day. He knew it would be hard to gain Willa's trust and love again after the way he had treated her, but this was his blood and he was not going to give up so easily. He only hoped that death didn't come for him before he could make amends with the feisty baby vamp.

"Willa Burrell, as your Maker…" Eric said, pausing as if in deep thought before he could continue. Pam unconsciously braced herself, prepared to listen as Eric repeated those awful words that had broken their connection months ago. Only the words didn't come.

"As your maker, I beg you for your forgiveness. I saw a specialness inside you and I wanted you to be my child; my legacy. But I didn't follow through on my promise as your Maker. I asked you to help infiltrate vamp camp and use your newfound life to show your human father that vampires weren't all bad. You helped me rescue my sister and my other child and to show my appreciation, I left you. You didn't deserve that Willa and I'm so sorry I did that to you. I want to be a good Maker to you….I want to teach you to fight and hunt and most importantly to survive. My time on this Earth will soon be coming to an end but you will live on; you will flourish. I'm sorry that Tara is gone and I appreciate all the things she did for you that I should have done, but we must move forward Willa. You and Pam are my greatest accomplishments and if I can go to my true death knowing that our blood line will thrive, then I will die a happy man. Please give me this chance… give me the chance to make it right."

Pam had two streams of blood tears running down her face. She knew that Eric wouldn't be with them much longer and the thought almost crippled her. She didn't understand how the strongest vampire she ever knew could finally be taken from her by some stupid fucking disease. She had seen him slaughter entire armies of men and come out without a scratch, and now a little virus was going to take down the mightiest warrior she had ever known. He was her savior, her friend, her lover, her everything. She had spent time away from him in the past, but she was never too far to come running should he need her and the thought of walking this Earth without him was almost too much to bear.

Willa looked at him forlornly; she didn't know what to do. Her head told her to scream, yell, hit him, attack him and tell him to fuck off because it was too late to apologize. Her heart on the other hand was begging to believe the words he said. The pain of rejection she felt from him after he had left her standing there outside the camp had almost made her meet the sun when Bill's blood had worn off. If it hadn't been for Tara taking on the role of her mentor and best friend, she never would have made it through those first few months. Now here he was, on his knees in front of her begging for another chance. She felt torn and didn't want to let herself love him only to be hurt again when he met the true death. More than anything, she was terrified of how much she did still care about him and the fact that he was dying.

"You can't just come back here after all this time and say you're sorry and think that fixes everything!" She lashed out, letting her anger take over. As much as she tried to will it away, the red tears had begun their descent down her porcelain cheek.

"I know that. Please just give me a chance Willa, that's all I'm asking."

"What the fuck is wrong with you? He made you for God's sake! He gave you a life better than you could have ever hoped for and now you won't even accept his fucking apology!" Pam was livid at this child showing her Maker such disrespect when he was begging; yes begging for fuck sake for her to give him another chance!

"Pamela, it's ok." Eric soothed. He knew how much pain she was in and the last thing he wanted was for the two of them to hate each other once he was gone.

"You shouldn't be begging her for forgiveness Eric. She should be thanking her lucky stars that you turned her and came back for her! You're dy….sick and she can't accept a fucking apology?"

"Pamela." He said again with more firmness but still he did not get angry; he knew she was hurting and lashing out as well.

"I don't know; I don't know if I can ever trust you again. What if you just run off and leave me again?" Willa said.

"I will not. I promise you that I will never leave you again voluntarily. I want to spend my last time on this Earth with both of you, please do this for me Willa."

She looked around the room, unsure of what to say. She was so angry but she knew she couldn't deny him. He was her Maker and for better or worse, he was the only one she had. It was a bond so deep that even his eventual death would never break it; she had to give him another chance.

"Ok Eric, I'll go with you." She said quietly.

Eric stood and wrapped his arms around the child he barely knew. Though he had used her as a tool in his arsenal against the Governor, he truly did care for her and when he turned her he had meant it to be forever. He knew the coming days would be difficult and the battle they faced was only going to get harder, but now he had his whole family with him; now he felt unstoppable.

She had reluctantly wrapped her arms around him and returned his embrace; anger or not it was a feeling she couldn't describe. It was home for her. He leaned down and whispered in her ear in a language she didn't understand but she felt the emotion behind the words none the less.

"Dotter, Syster, Mor." (Daughter, Sister, Mother.)

After a long embrace, he slowly pulled back from her and looked to Pam with a new glint of hope in his eyes.

"So are you girls ready to kick some Bible-thumping ass or what?" He smirked.

"Let's do this." Pam said dropping fang.

"I'm down… as long as I get to kill shit." Willa smiled.

Eric smiled and realized perhaps they could accomplish this one thing together before the end. If there was one way he wanted to leave this world, it would either be fighting or fucking so he was up for the challenge. Whether or not he would accomplish his mission, he was unsure but he had nothing else to lose.

**OK guys please please please follow my story and let me know what you think! The next chapter will be up shortly.**