Between the Vampire and the Deep Blue Sea

Soloman

Author's Note: Sorry guys and girls about not updating! But here I am with a new chapter, no less. I'm sorry about the shortness of the chapter, but I should be updating this story once again very soon. I love all the comments so please keep them coming, and hope you enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own True Blood. All rights go to Charlene Harris and Alan Ball and HBO. In no way am I making any sort of profit off of any of this.

Chapter Nine

"Is that supposed to mean anything? And how dare you!" She heard enough. Sookie didn't want to waste another second on him. Yet, when she tried to leave his side she only made it a couple of feet before her knees buckled down making her stop in her step.

"That's what called a maker's command you have no choice but to follow it. You will see in later days to come that a maker's command is for your own good. Well most of the time, anyway I'm sure you're hungry?" the burning in the back of her throat was nonexistent – until he mentioned it. Sookie was a gentle soul she didn't want to kill people.

She didn't want any of this and she certainly didn't want this vampire to make decisions for her. It brought her back to the same old situation she was in before all of this. Her life being manipulated by two vampires she put all of her trust and love into.

"Come Sookie." He commanded of her and a sudden thought came to her, "How did you know my name?" He stopped and turned his head so he was gazing upon her once more, "I've always known it." He replies, "Not creepy at all. Now that I think about it I don't know yours..."

"You can call me Solomon or Master, whichever one you prefer." He draws out in a disinterested, neutral tone. "I'll call you Solomon. I will never call you by that. You've taken away my humanity. That is something that can never be forgiven no matter how many days or years pass."

"Time heals all wounds. At least that's the saying, isn't it?" Sookie was not happy at all. She wanted to contact Bill or even Eric would be favorable. She was drowning in her own helplessness.

"I will not kill people. I'd prefer to live on the synthetic blood. The True Blood." She pleaded. She didn't want to be this. He had taken her choice to live this was the only option he could grant for her.

"I guess we can start from there. I'm not a monster although you'll have to learn to drink from the vein eventually. Tell me what would you feel around someone you loved and you couldn't control yourself – your bloodlust, mainly? Would that situation call upon your instincts to keep yourself in check?"

She was mad at him in this moment. A wetness stroked down her cheek – lifting her finger to the wetness only to see red smeared upon it. Of course, when vampires cry they don't cry normal tears, instead they cry tears of blood.

"Sookie. In time you will see I gave you a gift. I saved you and all I want is to protect you like I did in the club. You deserve the world." Sookie was left confused as she followed Solomon against her will – while thinking who is the real Solomon – the vampire that saved her at the club or the vampire that cared for nothing?