This is my first story in the SVM category, however, I've been writing for True Blood. Regardless, I like to think of them as separate, but equally good. I'm in the middle of the series, I just finished Definitely Dead and well, I'm waiting for money to buy the next book. I would appreciate any advice/critiques you have, but send them nicely. Please. So I'm going off the premise that Eric would do anything for Sookie (as sort of stated in Dead To The World, yes I know he was an amnesiac Eric, but still). I'd like to think that Eric was still in there somewhere. And maybe he is, I just don't know because I haven't finished the series. With that said, I'm not basing this story off of the series, just using the characters. :)

With all of this said, I hope you enjoy this story. Drop me a review if you'd like.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OCs, everything else belongs to Charlaine Harris.

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It was another night at Merlotte's for me. I was tired, but my tip purse was full. I was content. We were nearing closing time and most of the patrons had cleared out. Like every night she came in, Jane Boathouse was slouched in her booth completely sauced. But, of all the drunks I met here, she was a friendly one. If not too friendly to anyone with an XY chromosome. Regardless, I called her son. He'd be around to pick her up shortly. He was a good guy as far as I was concerned.

I finished wiping down the tables and refilling the ketchup bottles. I checked the level of the salt and pepper shakers as well as the napkin holders. Everything was in order. I untied my green apron and headed back towards Sam's office.

His door was open, knowing all of us barmaids would be coming in and out. He greeted me with a smile, like he always does. This would be the last time I saw Sam as his employee since I would be heading back to college in a few days.

Sam is a good friend of my mom's, Sookie Stackhouse, and a good friend of mine. Now in his mid-forties, not that he looked it, his reddish-blond hair had a few wisps of graying hairs. If anything, it made him even more handsome. I started to work for Sam when I was still in high school, at that time I was only serving food. He has kept me on part-time during my holiday breaks while I was in college. He greeted me with a pleasant smile.

"You heading out, Kim?" he asked, looking up from his paperwork.

"Yep," I replied.

He nodded, "Well, here's your last paycheck. I'm gonna miss you."

"I'm going to miss you too," I replied sincerely. I love Sam, but in a father figure kind of way.

He stood up, my check in hand. Sam took me into an embrace and I returned it. He was always so warm, but that was the shifter in him. We let go of each other simultaneously. He handed me my check. I took it gratefully, slipping it into my purse.

"I'll stop by before I go back to school," I assured him.

"You better," Sam replied, mock threateningly.

I smiled, "Thanks again, Sam."

"Don't worry about. You know you'll always have work here. Tell your mom I say 'hi'," Sam said warmly.

"I will, I'll see you again during spring break," I reminded him.

He gave me a slightly surprised look.

"You're not going out with your friends that week?" he asked.

"They all want to go to New Orleans to some of the vamp bars," I sighed.

"Ah, ok," Sam remarked, understandingly.

Unlike my friends, Sam knew...the intricacy of, well my existence. I'm the child of Eric Northman. Yes, the Eric Northman. And no, I'm not his child in the sense that he's my maker. I am his flesh and blood. I'm sure you're wondering how this can be since he's dead and all. Well my mom and he were quite in love, and still are, but she like the many humans partners of vampires eventually have the sad realization that children by their lovers is not possible. She had this revelation before, with her former vampire boyfriend, Bill Compton. However, it hit her harder when she had with my dad. Despite, how menacing he may seem (and is really to anyone else besides my mom, me, and Pam) it killed him to see my mom this upset. He suggested adoption, but that wasn't quite the same.

So, he appealed to several witch allies of his. They were able to cast a spell allowing him become human for one night. And well, there really wasn't a question that my mom would be pregnant. My conception was pretty much destined to be.

Now, it wasn't much of a surprise that I was going to be blonde and blue eyed. I'm tall like him, 5'10" and I had his icy blue eyes. I look more like him, but I do have my mom's nose and bosom. I recently became a brunette, out of some sheer worry that I look too much like my dad.

No one in the human world, except Sam (who isn't even really that human), knows that Eric Northman is my dad. After her relationship with Bill, my mom dated several men. But, they were all short term and not too serious. Most of the residents of Bon Temps think I'm a product of one of those relationships. I could careless and so could my mom.

However, the inhabitants of Bon Temps know my mom and dad are together. It's been a little over twenty years since the vampires 'came out of the coffin', so vamp-human relationships were nothing new. Acceptance of them were still split, but more and more states were allowing marriage. However, Louisiana was not one of them.

The supernatural world was no different. It wouldn't look good for the Sheriff of Area Five to have such a strong weakness like the welfare of a child, who was his flesh and blood. Let alone willingly turning himself into a human to conceive this child. Although, I don't think he would value his child's life less if they had decided to adopt. Well, that's what I would like to think.

So he made sure his personal life was well guarded, with a select few knowing of it. Like Sam. My dad was very reluctant about letting a shifter know, but that couldn't be helped. But despite my dad's best efforts, I am well known in the Supe world. Some know our exact relationship, but many don't. Nevertheless, they all know I am under his protection.

I have been more frequently receiving those long stares as if there was something that linked me to him. They mainly came from the patrons of Fangtasia. Thus, I changed my hair color. Although, if anyone actually knew who I was my hair could be purple and it wouldn't matter. This change just made me feel a little better.

"Are you sure you don't want to take that whole week off?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm sure. It'll give me something to do, you know? Although, one night I'm taking a friend to Fangtasia," I replied, "Well, I have to take her."

"Why do you have to take her?" Sam asked, his brow raising.

I shrugged, "She's doesn't want to go alone and I'm her only friend from school that live near Shreveport. Plus, she thinks I have some experience there or something."

"Don't you though?" Sam asked with a smile.

"Yeah, but my dad thought it would be hilarious to stick one of their copies of calendar for women in my stuff while I packed for college. I found it when I got to my dorm," I sighed.

Sam couldn't help but laugh. I didn't blame him. But really would you want a photo your dad bearing it all, or just about, for the month of January? I didn't think so. Regardless, my roommate insisted we hang it up. I wasn't looking forward to returning from winter break.

"Well, thanks again Sam," I reiterated.

"It was good to see you again," he replied with a smile.

"You too," I returned.

I left his office. I was wearing the winter uniform for Merlotte's, but I was going to change before heading out. I was intending to visit Fangtasia to get a gift for my roommate for the holidays. Yes, my dad could just give it to me but that's just not the same. I slipped into the bathroom. I hung my bag on the hook on the door. I had a long sleeved, empire waist dress and some black leggings stowed in there. My boots were in my car. The dress was a royal purple color and made of a heavy cotton. It had a V-neck that showed off enough, but too much, cleavage.

I pulled the dress over my head and the leggings up my long legs. Messily folding up my work clothes I tossed them back into my bag. I fixed my makeup and hair. I was ready to go. I grabbed my tweed peacoat off the coat rack and headed out the employee entrance.

Once in my car, I kicked off my Nikes and grabbed my mid-thigh heeled boots from the back. They were made of faux leather, but they were still pretty. They had fake buckles around the now worn leg.

I started my car and headed for Shreveport. It was around eleven by now and Fangtasia would be in full swing. I arrived at the vampire bar within twenty minutes. I took out my work clothes from my bag and threw them in the back with my sneakers.

I left my coat in the car because it would be quite toasty in the club. I walked right up to the bouncer, it didn't matter who it was I was always admitted. Tonight it was Pam.

"Evening, Kim," she greeted warmly. Well, as warmly as she could without losing her cold vampire appearance.

"Eric out or in the office tonight?" I asked.

Never do I refer to him as 'dad' around other vampires or humans, or in public for that matter.

"In," she replied coolly.

I nodded, "Ok, thanks."

"Sure," Pam replied as she allowed me in.

I wandered through the club. It was filled with tourists, fangbangers, and the occasional brave humans. I nodded to the bartender. He has lasted longer than his predecessors, surprisingly. I knew exactly where to go, which was good too because I couldn't keep my guard up as high as I usually do.

I, like my mom, have a gift, disability, quirk, curse, or whatever you want to call it, but I'm telepathic. My mom jokes it's genetic. And, hell it could be. But, you can't expect a doctor to answer you seriously if you asked. I doubted it was though. Telepaths are far and few between. I just chalked it up to sheer coincidence. We're just a quirk of nature, just like every other Supe.

I'm lucky though. My mom was able to teach me to build up a shield and how to use my gift. She had no one. Although, now she has complete control of it. I'm almost there. I can pretty much tune anyone out, it's only when I'm really tired that shield starts to weaken.

I walked down the familiar corridor and knocked on the door. I heard a murmur of 'enter'. I did and shut the door behind me. I could barely hear KDED from the bar room. And that's usually being pumped heavily into the bar room.

"Business is booming I see," I commented as I sat down on one of the chairs in front of his desk.

He was hunched over, staring angrily at his laptop. I smiled, technology and my dad mixed pretty well. Just not computers, well when they had viruses.

"Of all the All-Night business vampires have opened, why can't there a tech support one?" he muttered under his breath.

I laughed. Geek Squad with fangs. That thought led me to think of Stan Davis of Dallas. I've met him on several occasions. As formidable as he is, I could never really take him seriously. With that ignorance, I'm on track to being drained.

"This is what you get when you don't renew Norton," I reminded him.

He raised his golden brow in an unamused fashion. I shrugged, he knew I was right.

"Or you could always go Mac," I added.

"I think not," he replied, giving up for the moment.

He sat up, his feet resting on the edge of the desk.

"The shifter let you off early I see," he observed.

"Yeah, I told Sam I wanted to stop by before heading home," I said.

He smiled, "You in the mood to bust some tables?"

"No, but thanks," I replied, "I just wanted to say 'hi', plus I promised Erin I'd pick her a souvenir from here."

"She's the one who found the, ah, calender, yes?"

"...yeah."

He continued to grin, quite pleased with himself.

"Are you fully packed to return to school?" he asked, his 'fatherly instincts' kicking in.

"Pretty much. I'll be leaving in two days," I sighed.

He nodded, "Then, I changed my hours with another vampire for tomorrow."

"Oh, good. Mom was going off about that last night," I said, chuckling.

"Yes, I know," he replied.

I looked at my watch, it was time for me to leave. Dad stood up as I did. He opened the office door, but stopped me before leaving. Placing a kiss on my forehead and gave me a quick hug. It was moments like these that make him seem human. I appreciated these moments, more than you could imagine.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I said, kind of sullenly.

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Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I don't know how frequently I'll be updating. This idea just sort of popped into my head while reading one night. I decided to run with it. But, if you're itching for more Sookie and Eric goodness head over to my True Blood story.

-Forever Is Never Forever