Someday You'll Find Me (Eric Northman/ True Blood)

Stockholm and Shreveport

CIREE POV

I'd got home from Johanna's house just in time to find Dad and Aunt Pam jumping out of their coffins for the night. And even though I'm a grown ass man, my family is the people I choose to hang out with on a Friday night. They are more fun than any frat party, I've been too, and I've been to a lot. Mom was doing her thing, she'd set out some chips, dip, and some warm True Bloods on the table in the dining room. I barely had time to put my book-bag down, before I was hit with the sound of the vehicle approaching our long-snaking driveway. I was struck stupid for a moment as the smell of another vampire hit me. We rarely get visitors at night, and we've never got a visitor from a vampire.

Dad unlocked and opened the door and Pam almost leaped out of her chair. I could tell by the look on their faces, they knew who it was. Yet they both said nothing. That alone had me on the edge of my seat.

"I'll race ya." I challenged Pam and when she winked I knew it was on. We both rushed towards the door. The wind we stirred up causing's mom's newspapers to flurry up off the table.

"I win!" I called out in victory as I waited the whole second and a half for her to catch up with me.

"That's because you're a mutant." She clipped rolling her eyes at me.

We both stood at the bottom of the stairs and waited. I smiled in approval as a badass black Hummer cruised slowly up the driveway. The H2 was totally blacked out, windows, rims and all. Even my vampire eyes couldn't see who was inside, so I strained to be patient and wait for my surprise. We didn't have to wait long. As soon as the engine halted, the door opened and out came this young looking vampire. He was dressed casual and tattooed up. I was surprised when Pam let out an audible gasp. My Aunt is generally indifferent and unemotional in any situation. At this moment, she looked like a pool of unrequited excitement. Her dolled up eyes brimmed with blood tears and she rushed over to the tatted vampire-dude, hugging him in a manner that made me smile. I was excited and undeniably curious, who the hell is this vampire?

"Ciree, this is Godric," Pam's voice was full of joy, "your grand-sire." She motioned for me to come closer and in my excitement, I sped over. My faster than lighting speed fascinated Godric, his silver-blue eyes gazed at me in amazement. I didn't mind his curious appraisal; I'd grown used to that kind of scrutiny. I know I'm different, and I've learned to accept it. Although it would be nice to know at least one person who's like me; it's very isolating being one of a kind.

"Hello, Godric." My greeting was warm, yet my tone lacked the enthusiasm that I actually felt.

"My grand-progeny..." Godric murmured holding his arms out inviting me in.

"Can I call you GG?" I asked. "I give all my family folks a nick-name..." Dad is Thor, Pam is Barbie, Mom is well, Mom is just Mom, I tried to call her Storm, but she slapped the hell out of me when I did."

"GG..." he repeated, giving it some thought... "Yes-Yes, you may call me GG." He nodded his in approval and smiled. "So do you have a nick-name Ciree?"

"Yes, lots of them, some aren't very nice," I told him in all honesty; which caused him to let out a little chuckle.

"May I call you Sol?" He asked, peering at me with pure wonderment.

"That means Sun..." I replied and he wordlessly nodded. "Sure- nice play on words..." I nodded too.

Man, I've got the coolest family. I thought inwardly. My grandpa looks the same age as me! Getting all into my feelings I crashed into my GG, giving him the best bro-hug ever.

TARA POV

The sun went down, replaced by a bright moon and a thick blanket of stars. Eric and Pam ascended from their coffins joining us for the night. Eric's wide eyes met mine, forcing his sexy lips to curl up into a half smile.

"Sit cha ass down bitches, so I can beat yawl blindfolded!" I goad my family while placing the case of Mexican Dominos on the center of the table. Just before I could really get into my trash- talk, I was cut off. All three vampires turned their head in unison towards the front door. They obviously sensed something I could not.

Eric, Pam, and Ciree all heard the approaching vehicle before I did, in a blink of an eye, Pam and Ciree swooshed away, leaving the front door wide open, letting in the cold northern air.

"Father..." Eric uttered, his voiced laced with confusion, and his expression matched his tone.

"Is he near?" I took in the air, taken aback, as I stood from my seat and peered into his eyes, searching, anxious for an answer.

He provided me with only a slight nod; his gaze remained fixated on the door.

Elation was not a potent enough word to describe how I felt the night Godric came to see us. It was the first time he'd met Ciree and he also gave us the remarkable news we'd been waiting five years to hear. We can finally come out of hiding. Needless to say, it was an emotional event for us all.

Living in hiding for the past five years was easy for me, simply because I'd lived my life pretty much like this for the last fifteen years. What was hard was leaving my friends and family to fend for themselves again. I was only able to correspond with them twice a year, in fear of being traced. Luckily, there haven't been any issues with Sarah or anything else that Holly couldn't handle. I've spent most of my time loving Eric, learning to love Pam and watching my amazing boy become a man. The time I get alone with Ciree during the day is my favorite. For now, he's still aging like a normal human. I give him Wiccan lessons and Eric provides him with all the vampire knowledge he needs.

I've got extensive research tools in the palm of my hand (ancient scrolls, grimoires and of course Google) and upon utilization, I've discovered so much about myself.

I'm what the ancient vampires call an Aalnnaqil, which means Carrier. I'm basically the perfect mixture of a human and a vampire. All these years I thought I was a witch, but I'm not a witch at all. I have a dormant vampire gene that carries over to my offspring. So even if I had a child with a human, the child would still be part vampire. This dormant gene does prevent me from aging as fast as a human. And my intimidating power to control vampires is vital for my protection.

As I take a look at my reflection in the mirror and was carried away on a wave of optimism. I'm almost 40 and I don't look a day over 25. That alone will raise questions upon my return home, and I'm not quite sure what the outcome will be once I tell the coven what I've learned about myself. I can't worry about that problem too much.

My biggest concern is Ciree. My son is very much a vampire, he just happened to retain some of my human traits. The best human traits if you ask me. I love that my baby-boy can day walk and eat food like a human. He's warm and his tears are blood-free. It's only at night, that his vampire side emerges and his craving for blood and sex takes over. I have no worries anymore. Eric is the best teacher; he's efficiently taught our son how to control his urges, in doing so there bond has increased tenfold. Gosh, I'm so proud of him. In only five years, he's completely fluent in Swedish and about to earn his Master's degree in evolutionary biology.

Will he want to come back to Shreveport with us?

Now that he's an adult, he has the choice to stay and finish his final year in college.

It's a given that Eric and Pam love Sweden, they speak the language and they certainly look the part which makes me wonder... Will we stay here and openly correspond with our family and friends at home? I suppose that would be alright, at least until Ciree graduates. I've been dying to start a Facebook and Twitter page; my hot-selfies deserve to be posted.

Or will we return home immediately?

I'm hoping for the later, I miss my friends, the warm weather, and southern food.