Author's Note: My first fanfiction of all time, don't be kind – give me brutal, honest reviews so that I may bend the authenticity of these character's to your satisfaction. Please enjoy, my lovely viewers.

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Just One Touch.

The night air is pleasantly cool, calming whispers of breeze weaving a dance past the silk curtains, leaving such an innocent touch to the framed scene before his eyes. Gold aspired like a burling clouded storm within the breath-taking blue of his vision, dangerously feral from within the corner of this room. Silence but accompanied him, truly mesmerized as the pale, shine of the moon struck through the window to blanket the sleeping form within the bed ahead only a few feet from reach, yet he would not budge. Not just yet. He could not begin to comprehend what it is that entails his interest, not only does she belong with otherwise, she is human – prey, food, fragile. She is delicate; he could easily crush her form in his embrace and leave her for dead. They belong in two different categories within this cruel world, yet she is highly regarded within his population.

Unanswered questions, wonderment, he finds himself lingering ever closer to the breathing feast as each night passes; an absolute dangerous propaganda in itself, but for which person? He took a daring step forward, inhaling audibly against the hushed scenery of her sweet, pure scent which only enlightened him to advance even more so, maneuvering around the side of her bed like a prowling panther, the edge of his fingertips skimming lightly against the warm blanket that covered her very well. He took his bittersweet time with each progressed motion, admiring this canvas of curious beauty below him as those same fingertips, capable of many deadly exploits, lift from the fabric to her cheek. Just one touch, to feel the warmth of a human – this human –

A quick, snake-like swipe whistled the air as another hand came into play to grasp Eric's own before giving him the pleasure. Blue, cold and motionless eyes slowly moved to lay vision on Bill's own, allowing silence to execute their power in a war before Eric speaks in a low, whispering tone that could freeze the pit of Hell over.

"Let go of me."

He loathed to be touched, especially by his own kin. Bill released, narrowing his lids as the stone cold of his features only hardened at the command.

"You will leave this place now and never return."

The thick of his Louisiana accent added a menacing tone to Bill's statement. Sookie stirred, her lips pursing gently as she purred a sleepy moan and both men immediately looked down to her. She simply shifted to the other side, curling in her delicate fetal position around one of the stray pillows, hugging it to her spoke again, calm and collective this time as the image of her seemed to pacify him.

"I find you growing more comfortable with attempting to oppose my influence."

Bill immediately reacted, his face wrinkling anger lines.

"And what influence of your power gives you the right to take another vampires significant other?"

Eric lifted his stare, cool ice blue to lay it back on Bill in almost a lazy fashion.

"She has my blood, as I hers. We will see who she chooses in the end."

He didn't wait for Bill to answer, knowing very well the situation was growing more hostile by the second and he couldn't afford to toy around with a lesser of his kind, pacing toward the window as moonshine struck his already alabaster skin. Bill quickly barred his pearl white canines, remaining at the bedside as he watched Eric loom off out the window like a boyfriend sneaking out. His fists balled at his sides as his imagination turned darkly, thinking of the wonderful ways to murder Eric if he weren't sheriff.

After a few moments when Eric's scent only faintly hinted within the room, Bill relaxed his muscles and crouched down to allow his cold fingertips to brush at Sookie's blonde locks, feeling the silk of them between his digits. How he loved her so, she would be the death of him as he will never allow another man to be near her.

Sookie stirred once again, to lie on her back as her pleasantly pink lips parted, furrowing her thin brows. She whispered a few incoherent words and Bill smiled, lifting his hand to rest it on her forehead as he could tell she must have been dreaming.

"Mm.. " She moaned at the touch of his cold hand, remaining in deep sleep. "Eric."

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And this is only the introduction, keep me in mind for there is so much more to expose. Thank you again.

A Dedicating Song: Deftones – Lucky You

They'll some soon
I keep waiting... and I wait... won't somebody... come save me....

And if you're feeling lucky, come and take me home
And if you feel loved (If you feel lucky/If you feel loved)

You've crossed the walls
Excelled
Further along through their hell
All for my heart
I watch you kill
You always have
You always will
Now spread your wings and sail out to me...

So if you're feeling lucky, come and take me home
Come and take me home
Yeah if you feel love... (If you feel lucky/If you feel loved)

Crossed the walls
Excelled
Further along through their hell
For my heart
I watch you kill
You always have
You always will
You always have and always will
You always have
You always will
Spread your wings and sail out to me... (If you feel lucky/If you feel loved)