A/N.

Despite being an avid fan for quite a while now, I never came up with the right idea worthy of a fanfic for True Blood. I've worked with other shows on this site before, but finally, after "Dead Meat", I was inspired. I'm really curious as to where I will go with this, and I'll be looking forward to your feedback. Enjoy reading.

DISCLAIMER: I wish I owned True Blood. Heck, I wish I worked with those people. But I don't. This is pointless, but just so you know.

Prologue.

Can I love the one who makes me into what I hate most?

The thought occurred to me as I anticipated the pricking of his fangs. My last breathes as a human fey.

I used to love vampires. I loved them so much that I lost myself and became the danger whore my gran would abhor. Everything went out of hand, and I almost died, endangering my friends along the way. Now, I found myself sacrificing my human life, once again for vampires.

Did I really hate them? Bill hated himself for inflicting harm upon humans, for thirsting blood, for murder. Warlow hated Lilith for turning him and causing him to murder his village. At six thousand years old, Warlow barely satiated his thirst… unlike Godric, half his age, who barely even fed. Would I become like Warlow? Would I hate myself?

I hated myself right now.

As a human fey, I hated myself. I hated being the child whom her parents wanted to kill. I hated being the freak show. I hated being special.

Maybe I don't have much to lose… came a thought.

"Do you love me?" I asked rather foolishly, as I felt his breath caress my neck.

Warlow paused, and his eyes flitted to my face. "Of course I do, Sookie," he breathed in a thick voice. "I have loved you for over six thousand years…"

Have you loved me, or the idea of me?

Instinctively, I lifted a hand and ran it along his jawbone.

He bit me, and my world went dark as the last drop of blood left my body.

So much for getting dressed.

I woke up under a heap of dirt with Warlow's arms wrapped around my waist. I felt a jolt of fear at lying six feet under with the potential for suffocation, but the fear almost immediately vanished, replaced by a stronger emotion: hunger.

Much to my convenience, I didn't need air. I began clawing the dirt in the utter darkness, hoping I headed in the right direction. Warlow stirred beside me, his warm chest brushing against my bare arms. I moaned.

"Sookie," came his whisper, and his hands cupped my face. I froze, feeling him as if for the first time. His warmth spread over my body, and I found myself leaning into his touch.

"I need to feed."

He produced a soft chuckle. "Well then, you better dig."

Warlow threw himself onto me in a kiss. I hit the moist ground with extended fangs as his hands slid beneath my dress. A giggle escaped my lips.

"Is this revenge for tying you up?"

Everything felt so strange… so new. A thousand tingles ran through my body at his touch, and the urge to devour him was unbearable. His kisses ran down my collarbone, and then he paused to bite his wrist. "You need to feed," he repeated, as if remembering for the first time. I grinned, exhibiting my fangs.

Just as he was about to bite into his wrist, I grabbed his arm and pulled him underneath me.

"Hush now," I whispered into his ear teasingly, nibbling his earlobe with my fang. It felt oddly pleasing. Then, I took him by surprise and bit into his neck.

I'd never tasted anything so beautiful and sweet. His blood tasted of sunlight and honey, tinged with a darker desire and strength. I wanted more the instant he ushered me away.

"That's enough, for now," he said, staring into my eyes. I realized he had fallen slightly weak.

"Take mine," I offered him my wrist. With a rueful smile, he ran his fingers through my golden hair.

"Not now, my beloved."

I rolled off him and fell to his side with a thump.

We watched each other for a couple of seconds in the silence of the night. The stars shone brighter than usual, and the smells of the forest came alive. I had never found such peace in my human life; save for the days we spent sunbathing with my gran out in the backyard. Now everything had changed. Now, along with peace, I felt a pressing hunger… greed, even though I had recently fed.

Suddenly, an ominous breeze brushed past us, interrupting my thoughts. Someone cleared his throat. My head snapped to Bill, who loomed over us in a white, long sleeved V-neck.

"We had an agreement," he reminded me with piercing black eyes. Never before had I despised the sight of him as I did at that moment.

I groaned. You have to be kidding me.