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Drabble for now, could me more, Y'all can give me feedback on how to continue?

I am officially back writing TB stories... :)

The doorbell rang, pulling me out of the best sleep I'd had in a week and a half, to say I was angry would have been an understatement. Across the way is the old Compton house, and there has been some kind of construction going on over there for the past week and a half, and these people work well into the night, using their goddamn noisy power tools, keeping me up until all hours, last night I managed to get to sleep at one am, only because I had two pillows either side of my head, blocking out the awful noise.

I throw on a robe and check the clock, 9:30 am, wonderful. I run my hands through my hair as I pad down the stairs, rolling my eyes when the doorbell rings again. I thrust open the door, prepared to give whoever woke me up a piece of my mind then stop, my jaw dropping. A real life angel stood in my door way, a very sweaty shirtless angel. He looked over six feet tall, had shot blond hair that still managed to be messy, and pretty blue eyes, I'm not even going to look at his body.

Once I had composed myself, essentially picking my jaw up off the floor. I put on an irritated look and placed my hands on my hips, noticing the tool belt he wore.

"Can I help you?"

He smirked, cocky bastard.

"Yes, I am Eric Northman, I'm helping rebuild parts of the Compton house, but I am also a very wealthy man, and I am interested in buying your house."

I gave him a once over, "No fucking way."

His smirk grew, "Why would a pretty young thing like you want to live out here in the middle of nowhere in an old farmhouse."

An urge to slap him almost had me giving in, but I held back.

"For your information, I am twenty six years old, hardly a child and there's no way I will ever sell this house, over my dead body. I've had people like you around here before, and my answer stays the same, this house has been in my family for at least one hundred years, there's no way I'm selling off the property so you can knock it down and build a new one." I said, taking a breath once I had finished chewing him out.

The smirk was gone, and he had his hands raised, "Ok, ok. I work mostly construction, my father is over at the Compton place, he told me to run over here."

I put on my best glare, "Well you can tell him I am most definitely not interested." I said, preparing to slam the door in this incredibly hot man's face.

"Hold on a second." He said, blocking the door.

"What? I'd some more sleep, though I know that's gonna be downright impossible because of Y'all coo-coo brained crazy people makin' all that noise, so hurry up!"

The smirk had returned, "We got off on a bad start...I'm Eric Northman." He said, holding out his hand.

I put on my best crazy Sookie smile and waved, "I'm Sookie Stackhouse, fuck off!" I laughed, slamming the door in his face and locking it.

I grumbled as I made my way back upstairs, it's so unfair, why are all the hot one's fuckin' idiots? I say and stare up at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry for my language gran, I know you'd be rolling over in your grave if you'd seen how badly I treated that Northman guy, I'm sorry...I'm just tired." I whispered.

I smile, climbing into bed, there's no noise outside thankfully, and it holds off until I can fall into a peaceful sleep, I guess the hottie told daddy to tone it down a little. I giggled a little and drifted off to sleep, remembering that tall gorgeous man who had previously been in my doorway.

Sorry for the length of this...though it is just a drabble for now.