A/N: I'm trying something new, for me, with this new story. I absolutely adore all of the historical romances that other authors have come up with (fabulous stories like Maid of the Moor by Bathshebarocks, and Dead at Sea by Seastarr08- which you should check out if you haven't already) and wonderful lust filled romps (like Destined to be by Nachtperle) and so this is my attempt at combining the two. All our favorite vampires are still vampires and Sookie is still a telepath, but the rest is all alternate universe. And I did borrow the idea that Bill was turned before he returned home from the war as it happens in True Blood and not in the SVM novels because that worked better for the story, I hope you enjoy!

Just a warning: the whole story will be extremely M rated for lots of very adult sexual content

Disclaimer: I own nothing...

Chapter One: Sookie's POV

New Orleans 1867

When I come too I have no idea where I am or how long I've been out. My head hurts badly and I can feel the bruise on the right side of my forehead has swelled into a large bump. Wherever I am it's dark and I can't see even an inch in front of my face. I'm more scared now than I have ever been in my entire life. More scared than I was when Jason went away to war, more scared than I was when the Union soilders occupied Mrs. Compton's house across the cemetary from us, and more scared than I was when those same Union soilders left taking all of our food and the majority of our possesions with them.

Mrs. Compton, something about her name rings a bell in my injured brain. There was something I new I needed to remember to tell Mrs. Compton. Than as if I've been struck by lightening it all comes flooding back and I remember how I came to be where I am right now: Bill Compton.

I remember taking the dresses that Gran and I had been working on around the clock to the Madam who runs a house of ill repute in the French Quater. I remember hurrying to be out of there and rushing to get back to the tiny apartments that Gran and I share when I saw Bill Compton among the crowds in the street. I remember thinking that I could not believe it was him. The war had ended two years ago and we all thought him dead. Poor Mrs. Caroline still cried every day infront of the empty grave she had made for him and here he was not two days journey away in New Orleans. I remember him seeing me as well and calling me over to him. If it had been anyone else I would not have gone over. Gran told me not to talk to anyone. It was bad enough, she said, that we had to stoop to making dresses for ladies of the night just to survive, but she wanted me to drop them off, get our money, and be gone before anyone thought that her grand daughter was one of those ladies.

But surely she wouldn't mind my talking to Mr. Compton. I'd only been a girl when he left for the war seven years ago, but I always remembered him being very kind and a good neighbor who always helped Gran out around the farm since Jason was too young and my pa and grandpa were dead. And after all he was a hero in our town, one of our fallen boys, one of our glorious dead, although I guessed from looking at him that he wasn't too dead after all. Still I was sure that Gran wouldn't mind my talking to Mr. Compton and then I could find out if his family knew he was here, and let him know how much they missed him.

I remember that almost as soon as I came up to him, he started talking to me in an eerie voice. He wanted me to go into the ally with him, and when I wouldn't he began to get agitated. I remember that I couldn't hear his thoughts at all and I thought that was incredibly strange since I remembered hearing them before when I was a little girl. But I didn't have to much time to contemplate that since when I would not go with him he began to get angry and try harder to persuade me. I tried to get away from him, but he took me by the upper arm and faster than I could process we were in the ally, and then, then...dear God!

It's all so hazy, and my head hurts so bad, but I know that I remember what happened. I know that it isn't a dream, or a halluciation brought on by the bump on my head. Then Mr. Compton bit me! He sunk teeth that I couldn't see but knew to be animal sharp into me and drank my blood! I shudder thinking about it, and touch my neck. Sure enough as if to reassure me that I'm not going crazy I feel two scabbed over puncture marks there. I shudder as I remember him making the most awful noises of enjoyment as I struggled and tried to get away from him, but to no avail. After a minute or two I started to get woozy and I knew that he was taking to much blood. I begged him to stop and finally he pulled away from me, still holding me firmly to the ally wall.

"Yes darling, you right you're far to good to waste all in one sitting." He looked at me with crazy, lust filled eyes, and licked my blood off of his lips. He started to try and pull me with him, but even though I was no match for his strength I was making a lot of noise protesting and struggling against him. That was when everything went black. He must have bashed my head against the ally wall and knocked me out.

Before I can think on anything else I hear a door open somewhere above me. The light from behind the door illuminates a woman I've never seen before. She looks down into what must be the cellar where I'm being held and stares straight at me as though she can see me clearly even though it's too dark down here to see anything. Again I'm terrified. What has happened to me, where am I, who are these people, or things? Oh God how I wish I were home with my Gran right now!

The woman makes her way down the stairs and straight towards me. I want to get up and run. I want to scream. I want to do anything that might alert somebody somewhere that I am here and that I need help, but all I can do is watch paralyzed with fear as she comes towards me.

Without so much as a word she hauls me up off the dirt floor of the cellar and drags me up the stairs. When we walk through the doors we are in a small kitchen and I see Mr. Compton sitting at the table. The woman throws me down in the chair nearest to me and grabs my face in her two hands.

"Now listen here little girl, there is no point screaming or trying to run. William and I are both far stronger and far faster than you. Do you understand?" I nod my head, as much as I can while it's trapped in her hands, and make a small mewling sound. I'm so scared and my head still hurts. "Good. If you behave you might live through the night." She chuckles menacingly at me and I am duly terrified. Without another word she lifts my wrist, I see two small sharp teeth snick down, and bite into it. It hurts terribly and I cry out in pain, but I make no move to pull my wrist away. It's pinned inbetween her teeth and her hand and though I want desperatly to make the pain there stop I know that jerking it away will only tear the skin and cause an even greater injury. Unlike Mr. Compton she only drinks for a few seconds. Then suddenly her teeth retract and she licks my wrist. When she drops my hand I see that the wound has somehow been healed and I am no longer bleeding. The woman looks over at Mr. Compton and smiles a smile that would be terrifying even if she were not licking my blood from her mouth at the same time.

"Oh William, you were right. She's absolutely delicious. You've done very well William, very well!" Her frightening smile widdens an she runs one blood red fingernail from his cheek all the way down his chest. Mr. Compton smiles back at her and I see now the sharp teeth that bit me before. What on earth has happened to Mr. Compton?

"You see now why I wanted to keep her. She is exquisite, if we are careful we can enjoy her over and over again," at this he looks me up and down and I know he isn't just talking about my blood, "for many years to come." He turns back to the woman with a hopeful, hungry look in his eyes. I turn my head and look with him and really see her for the first time. She is terrifying and beautiful all at once with long dark hair, half of which is pulled into a bun in the middle of her head and the other half left to flow freely down her back. She has porcelin white skin and blood red lips, still coated of course in my blood, and her eyes are a peculiar purplish shade. Despite her beautiful features she has about her a hard, cruel look and after what I have seen tonight I know that if I am to escape it won't be by getting up from this chair and running for the door, that would simply be suicide. On hearing Mr. Compton's words her face hardens even further and I see displeasure written all over it.

"William I told you we don't have the means to keep a pet. I won't tell you again, you are my child. You will not question me!" Her eyes blaze at this and though I don't understand what she has said even I know that she will tolerate no further arguement.

"No of course not Lorena, I'm sorry, I only meant to please you by bringing her here." Mr. Compton's voice takes on an obseqious tone and it's clear that he is every bit as afraid of this Lorena as I am. But on hearing his words of submission and contrition she again smiles.

"And you have William, you have. But I have a better idea as to what we should do with this little southern belle you've come across. With such an exquisite taste and such a lovely body she will make a perfect gift to the Queen. And I'm sure once the Queen has tasted all of her charms she will be more than happy to reward us for our generosity." Mr. Compton frowns at this but he clearly knows not to say anything, instead he just nods and casts his eyes down.

Without any further warning I'm hauled from my seat at the table and dragged out the front door of their house and into a waiting carriage. The woman named Lorena rapps out an address to the driver and shoves me into the seat. Once inside, she sits on one side of me an Mr. Compton sits on another. Lorena turns to me and eyes me up and down.

"Listen very carefully little girl, you will keep your mouth shut and do as I say or I will rip out your throat and drink down every delicious drop of your blood before it has a chance to cool." As if to emphasize her point her sharp teeth decend again with a snicking noise. She lets me get a good look at them before turning away to look outside the window.

I want desperately to pleed for my life, to beg Mr. Compton on our aquintence and on his decency as a Sourthern Gentleman to let me go, but I know that such pleas will fall on deaf ears. No, the best I can do now is behave and bide my time, an opportunity for escape will come eventually, and I want to live long enough to see it. I take a few calming breaths and try to brace myself for whatever is coming next.