A/N: This is my first fic in like 5 or 10 years so be kind. I apologize that there is no E/S in this yet but I promise that there will be! None of the characters belong to me. If they did Eric would be serving a different purpose. Please read and review. BE KIND! REVIEW!

PS – This takes place mid-season 2. Just after the incident with the Fellowship of the Sun. There was no bombing at Godric's house. Everyone is in good health. ENJOY

Chapter 1

Eric Northman sat in his office and pondered his next move. The plan to send Sookie to Texas had failed. Bill Compton had road blocked him by insisting that he should accompany her.

Eric had even brought in Bill's maker, hoping that Lorena's love would prevent Bill from being able to save Sookie. That plan had almost worked – until Godric himself had gotten involved.

"No bloodshed." He muttered out loud.

What a joke. Getting out of a heavily guarded church with a human girl, without any bloodshed, was asking too much. Godric's new idea to live in harmony with humans was nice but not when it could have gotten him killed. And then Bill had swooped in to save the day. He and Sookie's brother, Jason, had rescued both of them from the mob. And there she was, back in Bill Compton's cold arms.

He ran his fingers through his blonde hair in mild frustration. Now he had to figure out something else.

Pam walked into the office and smirked. She was wearing a flattering skirt, a suit jacket and brand new Jimmy Choos. "Still pouting I see." She said dryly.

"I'm not pouting," Eric stared daggers at her, "I'm thinking."

"Ah yes, of course." She dismissed his lie with a wave of her hand. "I'm headed to meet with the zoning commissioner about the proposed addition."

Fangtasia had grown in popularity over the last six months and they were planning on building an addition to the moderately sized club. Something a little bit more classy with private VIP rooms and areas for blood to be exchanged more politely than in the restrooms behind the bar.

"Take Chow with you." Eric ordered.

"Of course." Pam left the office. She knew a dismissal when she heard one.

***

Sookie and Bill lay in his bed at his house. The sheets were rumpled and a fine sheen of sweat covered Sookie's body. Bill held her tightly; it had been quite an invigorating evening.

"That was fantastic." Sookie purred.

"No dear, you were fantastic." Bill replied his sweet Southern charm find its way into every word.

It was nice that they had the opportunity to just lie there together. After the debacle with The Fellowship of the Sun, it was a welcome relief. Bill savored the feeling of her warm skin and her soft blonde hair against his cool skin.

Sookie rolled over and propped her head up on one hand. "I'm real glad you didn't kill anybody at The Fellowship of the Sun."

"I would have only killed if it were necessary to protect your life."

"I know that Bill," Sookie replied, "I'm just glad Godric was there – to help make peace."

Bill laughed softly, shaking his head as he replied, "If only you knew what Godric used to be like, then you would see the irony of calling him a peacemaker."

"I don't know Bill," said Sookie incredulously, "He seemed rather insistent about it. Especially when he ordered Eric not the spill any blood."

Bill looked at her sharply, "He ordered Eric to spare them? Even when they would have probably killed both of you?" He shook his head, "No wonder Eric seemed so upset, especially around Godric."

"What do you mean?" Sookie looked Bill straight in the eye.

"Well, Godric is Eric's maker, Eric cannot refuse a direct order. And Eric hasn't always been such a model vampire. He was quite bloodthirsty only a few centuries ago." Bill said this all too knowingly and then trailed off. Sookie knew there was something that he was hiding. It was times like these that she wished she could read his mind.

Suddenly Bill jolted upright in bed.

"What's the matter?" An edge of alarm crept into Sookie's voice and she pulled the sheets up around her naked body.

"Jessica." The word came out like a disease, something cold and distant and very sterile. Sookie heard a thump and a giggle. Relaxing back into the bed Sookie shook her head. "She really seems to like him Bill." She placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

"She isn't mature enough to know what she wants; or even how to control her own desires." Bill's voice was tight and controlled. "What if she loses control and bites that man Hoyt? Imagine the disaster that would be." His voice rose, echoing around the room. "They'd run us out of town!"

"Yeah, the lynching committee would consist solely of his mom and Andy Belfleur." Sookie said patronizingly. "Don't you think that they would have done that already; seeing that you've bitten me, and have been sleeping with me for a couple months now. Heck I practically live here in your house most nights. " Sookie shook her head, "I think it'll be okay."

"I still worry about her."

"That's fine, but at least give the girl a little time with her boyfriend; she's a teenager for god sakes."

Reluctantly Bill sank back down onto the down pillows, "Fine."

"There," Sookie slid over and curled up next to him, "Now don't worry about them, and they wont worry about us. Especially when they start hearing the noises you're about to make!" She slid down under the covers and Bill closed his eyes in pleasure, a gasp coming from his breathless mouth.