Hi! This is my first True Blood fic, so be nice ;)

I don't want to hate on Bill, so I won't be extreme about Sookie's non-attraction to him. I do however, want to be extreme about Eric's attraction, so be warned for that!

I might get to updating this once every fortnight, maybe? I'm smack in the middle of my A2 year exams, so after the 18th of June, I should be updating fortnightly, maybe even weekly!

Any constructive criticism is welcome, just make sure it isn't worded a little coldly or nastily, I'm a delicate being at heart. (Unless it comes to smut, then I want the best!)

Anyway, this was long and boring. Enjoy!


I was working late tonight. Merlottes was full, Sam was worked off his feet and Dawn hadn't shown up again. My mental shields were working over time tonight, too. Occasionally I'd slip as I handed someone their pitcher of beer, and get a vile comment about my breasts or my legs.

Deep into the Louisiana summer, Sam had the waitresses were a white round-necked t shirt, with Merlottes' logo emblazoned on the left side. They also had to wear black shorts, that were very short. Just today I had accidentally made contact with one of the Rattray's, Mack, and heard his thoughts, 'I would love to run my hands up her leg, and maybe…' It had made me baulk and gag with disgust.
Just as I was walking back to the bar to pick up another order, the clock on the wall struck 9pm. A small glint of happiness flashed across my face. 9 pm was an hour off my shift ending. Picking up the basket of chicken, I crossed the floor to hand it to a waiting customer.

Twenty minutes later, the crowds were slowing down until there was only five people left in the bar. Sam was about to shut up early, until two men walked in.

One was shorter, brown haired, with large sideburns. His skin was ashy, and his eyes blue. From what I could hear, he had a very thick, traditional southern accent. He wasn't bad looking, but he definitely wasn't my taste.

The other man, though.

He was beautiful.

He was at least 6 feet, possibly 6 and a half. Even from a distance, he drowned her 5'3. He was icy blond, and long haired. His hair was longer than mine, at least mid-back length. His eyes were a light blue, almost white. He had a strong jaw, and a nose with a little curve to it. He was absolutely beautiful. Muscular too.

Out of pure nosiness, I let my guard down. I wanted to know if his beautiful exterior matched his mind.

Though I would never admit it, but I was also curious to know whether he had noticed me, or if he thought I was pretty.

I concentrated, almost to the point of my forehead popping a vein.

There was nothing.

I watched as they sat at a booth. They were still talking, none of them were smiling.

That disappointed me a little. I wanted to see some beautiful smiles. They were my favourite feature.

My first 'proper' boyfriend, J. B DuRone, had a winning smile. He had beautiful straight teeth. We used to spend hidden hours behind the bleachers kissing.

I hadn't dated since anyone Junior year, since J.B dumped my ass for a buxom cheerleader. I was in no means lacking the chest department, in fact, for my size it was quite ample, but this cheerleader was huge. She was gorgeous, and I was a late bloomer.
The most I had ever done was let J.B run his hands over my breasts through my winter jumper. I was still virtuous, and I had no intention of changing it.

I looked back at the void-men. They were no longer deep in conversation.

I pasted a smile on my face, risking looking crazy at the beautiful man, and grabbed the cutlery bucket and condiments. I walked on over and placed it on their table. Table 23, I noted.

'Can I get you gentlemen anything?' I was still smiling.

The beautiful blond glanced in my direction. His face turned up into a smile, and I was grateful. He had lovely white, straight teeth. His smile was sexy, and it made me blush.

'I can name a few things, nätt en.' His voice was smooth and deep. He smirked, and winked.

I steeled a little.

'Would that be a drink, or some food?'

The southern-voiced man answered, cutting the other man off.

'We'll have two glasses of red wine, please.' He trailed off, giving me a questioning look. I finally clicked.

'Oh! Sookie, sir. Sookie Stackhouse.'

'Well, two red wines, Miss Sookie.' he smiled back.

His smile wasn't as nice as the blond ones, but it was by no means horrible.

Turning on my heel, I went to get the wines. As soon as I reached the bar, I looked back. They had resumed their intense talking.

I couldn't understand why I couldn't hear them. Throughout their conversation, I had tried to listen to them. Each time I got nothing. It was a total mystery to me. Usually people are too loud, invading my thoughts with theirs. With them it was just a void. An empty void.

I picked out two of Merlottes' fanciest wine glasses (which wasn't very fancy) and rubbed some water marks out of them with the hem of my t shirt. After pouring in the deep red wine, I walked back and stood at the table.
The blond one winked again, and took the wine straight from my hand, and the dark one waited for me to put it on the table. 'Anything else for you gentlemen?' I asked.

The blond opened his mouth suggestively, and the dark one scolded him.

'Eric! Please!' He smiled sympathetically. 'I'm sorry, Miss Sookie, he can be hard to control.'

Eric was staring at me, and I was happily staring back. I nodded vaguely, and went back to my station.

His name was Eric, and he was beautiful.


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