Okay, so another new story. This is AU - so the world with vampires and telepaths, but the storyline is different.

I want to say that I know there is a story with a similar scenario called Sookie, Interrupted, but I want to point out I haven't read it and Janofarc is aware I'm writing this. I think this story will go in a different direction, however.

I hope you enjoy it - this first chapter is from Sookie's POV, though I will be writing from Eric's POV in the next one.

I was being escorted to solitary again. I always put up a fuss like everyone else did, but honestly, I preferred it, I loved the silence that came with it. The room they used for solitary confinement was in the old, disused wing of the hospital. It was cold and draughty, and the building creaked whenever the wind blew outside. Most of the others could only last a few days there before they begged to be released, to go back to the comfort of their own rooms. They promised that they wouldn't try and escape or badmouth the staff again, and in the most part it worked. I'd been threatened that I'd be there for a month the next time if I didn't behave myself, so naturally I went all out to be as abusive to the other patients and staff as possible. I knew one day I may push my luck too far and they'd have me attached to some machine frying by brain with electricity, but that was luckily outlawed in this state.

The two guards that were escorting me to solitary were two new ones and for some reason I couldn't read them as well as the others, their brains somehow fuzzy. It made me instantly prefer them to the others where I had to hear their thoughts of what they wanted to do to me. They were both large men – over six feet tall and well built – and I knew from the limited glimpses of their thoughts that they didn't find me as nutty as many of the others did. However they were both professional, and quietly led me through the building to the solitary wing.

"Sookie, you'll be all alone here you know that. He really meant it when when he said you'll be here for a month. No one other than the maids will come out here to bring you your food and drink."

He was talking in riddles, but I simply smiled up at Mr Herveaux as we walked up to the room I knew far too well and I was let in, the iron door closing tightly behind me. Others may have ran to the door, begging to be let loose, to be released, but I simply sat on the lumpy bed and sat back and relaxed. When Mr Herveaux and Mr Dawson were out of range I relaxed my mind and my walls came down around me. I could sense the faint hum of minds in the distance, but it was more like background static and I certainly couldn't pick up any individual thoughts. This is why I liked to be here, blocking out the thoughts was a constant struggle that drained my energy. It was something I'd taught myself to do over the years, and I simply imagined a wall around my mind which blocked everything out.

Most of the psychiatrists and psychologists that I'd seen feared me. I think that they suspected my 'disability' was genuine as I'd been tested on many, many times. One of the first psychiatrists who believed me had previously worked in the intelligence forces before going into private work, and he'd recognised my ability and wanted to use for 'the greater good.' I'd only been fifteen years old at the time and it was before I was committed to the institution, but he enthusiastically spoke to my family about what good I could do. He was the only one that believed I was genuinely telepathic. Needless to say he didn't last much longer. I heard from my Gran's mind that he had committed suicide, that he'd apparently shot himself in the head and was found by his wife who was devastated. He'd apparently left a note saying that he'd been having an affair and the guilt was too much for him to bear. His wife committed suicide not long afterwards. The guilt from that nearly destroyed me, and I knew I was to blame. After that I never fully let on that I could genuinely read minds, only ever participated in their tests every now and again to keep things interesting. My dad and step-mother had me committed as soon as my sixteenth birthday arrived.

My dad was a high-powered business man and had his fingers in many business pies around the Shreveport area. He was well respected but feared within the business community and people learned the hard way not to mess around with him. He'd tried to keep my 'insanity' quiet, and I believe he never truly let on that he had a daughter as well. I'd been home schooled since I was seven years old and was very rarely allowed out in public. I felt like the mad Bertha from Jane Eyre at times, and read Wide Sargasso Sea on many an occasion.

My mother had died in child birth having me, and as a child I always felt like my dad had blamed me for her death. I later found out from his thoughts that it was indeed the case. And then of course when he discovered that I could actually read his thoughts he totally freaked out, sending me to doctor after doctor to be tested and analysed. He remarried when I was five years old to a woman who had a son and a daughter roughly the same age as Jason and I. My brother was the golden boy, he was the spitting image of our dad and he was grooming Jason for a role within the business.

I got on well with my step-brother Sam, and like his mother I could never read him very well. His younger sister Selah was a complete bitch to me and I generally tried to avoid her as much as possible, something she seemed to agree with as well. The only person I had been close to was my dad's mum. My Gran was old and homely, and always had kind thoughts for me. As my dad wanted me out of the way he was happy for me to go and stay with my Gran as much as possible. I never discussed my telepathy with her, but I knew that she knew about and didn't think I was the freak that everyone else did. Dad also had a sister Linda who had her own daughter around my age, but Hadley too was a wild child and had disappeared around the same time that I was committed. My dad had made some comment about Hadley and I both having something very wrong with us, but as far as I was aware Hadley was not telepathic, just very troubled.

The day I was committed I'd been packed up into the car and bundled off in the direction of Shreveport. I was sat between Sam and Jason in the car, and it didn't take long for me to realise that something was very wrong. Gran hadn't seemed to know anything about it as she had been crying and begging her son not to lock me up, but Dad knew that I was bad for business and his rivals would use it against him if it was known. I was checked into the hospital under the name of Susannah Hale to further distance myself from the Stackhouse name, although everyone simply called me Sookie. I was fairly certain that my father was probably bribing the governor to keep me locked up, but I was completely powerless to do anything about it. Not that I hadn't tried, of course. On more than one occasion I had learned information about the various guards, nurses, and doctors that I tried to use against them, and I very nearly did get away with it once, only to be caught as I left the complex. That was the first time I was placed in solitary, and I relished the silence.

It was ten years ago that I was first committed, and I'd long since realised that I would be in here for life. My dad and family had promised me that they would come and see me, but they never did. For the first few months Gran wrote to me once a week, but that also stopped after a while. It was only a few weeks ago that I learned from one of the nurses that Adele Stackhouse had died of a stroke. I hoped that she had not suffered as I had loved that lady greatly.

I hated being in the institution. The fact was that many of the other women in my ward truly were crazy. I also got to hear the voices they heard in their heads, or the abusive thoughts they thought about themselves. Sure, I knew that they were only thoughts coming from some strange place in their subconscious, but they were never pleasant to hear. It was what made me strengthen my walls as best as I could so I could block them out.

Things had changed at the institution over the past month, the old governor being forced out and a new one replacing him. The new man was also my new psychiatrist and I took an instant dislike to him. I'd always been able to read the minds of my previous shrinks so I was always able to go along with whatever they wanted me to do or say as I just plucked it straight from their minds. However I could not read Dr Cataliades at all no matter how hard I tried. I somehow had the feeling that he believed my story that I could read minds, but he placed me on this strong medication that made me just sleep for hours if not days on end.

I also got a new room mate as my old one had been released. I'd never been a fan of the old one, Arlene, so I was relieved to see her go. She was a sex addict and had been married many many times. Some of the images that used to play through her head were truly pornographic, and I always had to work very hard to block them out.

My new room mate was Amelia Broadway. Her dad too had her committed, and like my dad was a powerful and wealthy businessman. She had been in a previous institution in New Orleans, but had been moved to this one as the security was tighter and she had escaped a few times. Amelia believed herself to be a witch, and this was tested but she always claimed she needed magical ingredients which the doctors would never give her.

I, of course, knew that she was telling the truth. She was a loud broadcaster and I had to increase my walls to stop her from shouting in my head. The day we met I was sat quietly on my bed reading War and Peace for the second time when she was ushered in by Mr Dawson, who was on his second week in the job. She entered the room with crude thoughts of what she would like to do to Mr Dawson if she ever got him alone, and I couldn't help but laugh slightly at her inventiveness.

She dropped her bag on the bed and sat down. "Hi, I'm Amelia."

"Sookie," I said, simply.

"So what are you in this nut-house for then?"

"I'm a telepath" I said, honestly. Most people just assumed I was crazy when I said that.

"Cool. I'm a witch. Though they won't let me have any of my spells. I'm not naturally magical like a fairy or anything, but I am a witch nonetheless and I worked harded on it with my tutor Octavia in New Orleans. When my dad found out he locked me up saying I was crazy. And now, here I am."

I sat quietly for a few minutes while Amelia unpacked her belongings. I learned much about her from her thoughts, and knew that when she could she would be a powerful witch given the chance. I instantly decided I like her, and her story reflected my own,

Finally she turned back to me. "So, what am I thinking about?" She had a sudden flash of a thought of Mr Dawson pushing her up against a wall and having sex with her, before her thoughts switched to a purple unicorn in a technicolour meadow with a rainbow behind.

"Well, first you were having lewd thoughts of rough sex with Mr Dawson, but then you thought of a purple horse with a rainbow behind in some garishly coloured meadow."

She looked stunned for a moment and then laughed. "Wow, you really are telepathic. I've never met anyone like you before, a few psychics but no telepaths. Are you psychic as well?"

"If only, I might have got out of being in here if that was the case"

"Good point."

We laughed and chatted and got to know each other over the next week. My sessions with the new psychiatrist were increasingly difficult, and the drugs I was on meant that I spent a lot of time asleep. But in general that had been one of the most enjoyable weeks.

But then something unusual happened. Amelia and Tray, as I had since learned from Amelia's mind, had been getting it on together all week since she'd arrived, and I had seen the proof in her thoughts. Amelia used to sometimes sneak out of our room for a secret rendezvous with him, and then one night when she came back she deliberately woke me.

"Sookie, Sookie, don't say anything, just listen to me." Amelia was shouting at me in her mind and I was stunned that she knew to talk to me in this way as it was something she had never done before. "Tray told me tonight that you must try and get yourself in solitary. Don't ask me why, he wouldn't give me any other details, but you need to be alone out there."

I looked at her for a moment as she begged me with her eyes to trust her. I simply nodded and then laid back on my bed wondering what they hell she was doing. I trusted her, however, and had always quite liked Mr Dawson as he was kinder to me then a lot of the other guards. I couldn't work out what the reason was that I should be alone out there, but I formulated a plan which involved being abusive to some other patients, using my abilities to make them more paranoid. It wasn't something I enjoyed doing, and the only times I'd done it before was by accident, but it usually did earn me a trip to solitary.

But this time I went all out, I used information on the staff, started telling deep dark secrets about the staff and it didn't take long for Nurse Ratched (as I called her) to authorise my trip to solitary. It seemed that Dr Cataliades agreed with her and that day I was escorted to solitary confinement for an extended stay. It seemed I had caused quite a stir and heard the thoughts of one of the other nurses saying that it would take some work to rebuild what I had broken in a few patients.

As I sat alone in the small room and peered out of the window with its iron bars I watched night fall and did feel a little guilty. I hoped that I would be able to apologise, but wondered why Amelia had told me that I needed to be here. I had tried to access Tray's thoughts as I was led here, but it had been Alcide that was holding me and his thoughts were a jumble and indistinguishable. I slept like a baby that night, not having to block out the dreams and nightmares of others which always drained me, and despite the cold I was happy to be in solitary.

The orderlies brought my food and drink by three times that day, and I sat and simply enjoyed the quiet. Later on that night I was woken by a sound outside the room. I could hear two male voices softly speaking, but I could not make out any thoughts. One brain pattern was similar to that of Mr Cataliades; I could tell that there was someone there but I could hear no distinguishable thoughts. The other was noticeable by the void, the absence of any thoughts or being.

Before I had time to wonder quite what was going on, the door flew backwards from its hinges and was discarded somewhere behind. I was incredibly scared and moved to the back of the bed in the far corner and wrapped the blankets tight around me. I had tightly shut my eyes as I cowered in the bed and prayed that whatever they were going to do to me would be swift. I had no idea exactly how the door was ripped from its frame, but I had a feeling that I didn't want to know. I also knew there was no point screaming as no one would be down this end of the hospital at this time of night, so I simply curled into a ball and waited.

"It's okay, Sookie. We're here to get you out of here. You can trust us."

I opened my eyes to see two blonde men stood in the room. The one in the front was the one who had spoken to me. He was tall and slim and beautiful. He looked to be around fifty years old and was dressed elegantly in a grey suit, his pale blonde hair tied in simple tail at the back. The other man was leaning in the place the door once stood and seemed to fill the same space. He was easily six foot five and broad shouldered. He exuded power and confidence to the point of arrogance, and his brilliant blue eyes were locked on mine. He looked to be in his twenties but somehow seemed much older, and he was causally dressed in jeans and tee-shirt with a black leather jacket over it. He was without doubt the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my life. I lowered my shields and tried again to read their thoughts, but neither man's mind told me anything about them. I realised that it was the beautiful man who was the void.

"How do you know who I am?" I eventually managed to ask.

"I have known about you a long time," the older man said again. "Lets just say that I am family. But now is not the time for introductions. Here, put these on."

He handed me warm clothes to put on, a jacket and some shoes and he turned to walk out of the room to give me some privacy. The other man seemed intent on not moving and watch me dress his eyes still fixed on me, but after an exchange between the two men they both left the room. I quickly changed, surprised that the clothes fir me perfectly and then hesitantly walked out of my cell, checking to make sure that there were no guards around.

"And how exactly are we going to get out of here?" I asked no one in particular. The security around the institution was tight, and many an inmate had been caught trying to leave the place. I had no idea how these two had just waltzed in here, and were now planning to leave with me.

"You'll see," he said cryptically. "Follow us."

I did just that and after a few more doors were removed by the larger man we were outside. All of a sudden I noticed that two mind patterns were approaching.

"Guards!" I hissed. "There are two guards coming."

The older man looked to the younger one who did not flinch, his face a complete blank. He looked over to the direction that the two guards were coming from and I recognised Mr Herveaux and Mr Dawson approaching. Both men stopped just in front of us and nodded towards the taller man respectfully saying "Sheriff," in unison, but they didn't seem to acknowledge the older man until he spoke to them.

"You will do as we discussed?"

"Yes, Prince." Tray said turning to him.

"Good. Sookie, I believe you know Tray Dawson and Alcide Herveaux?" I nodded. "They both work for the sheriff. Your disappearance will be covered up for now, and you will not be missed for some time. Right now, I must go."

"And how am I going to leave? I can hardly just walk out of here!"

"No, but you can fly out of here." The taller man had spoken for the first time, his voice was as smooth as velvet with a slight European sounding accent. His eyes were again locked on mine and I felt about two inches tall under the intensity of his gaze. I could feel him almost tapping at the edges of my mind as I gazed into his beautiful blue eyes, but I brushed off his assault on my mind as quickly as it had appeared. I couldn't help but notice a slight element of surprise on his handsome face, but he was an indistinguishable mask again in milliseconds.

"What, and you can fly I suppose!" My voice was heavy with sarcasm and humour.

"Yes. Unless you want to stay here of course." His voice had a warning note to it and I swallowed hard. I looked to the older man for some reassurance.

"You will be safe with him," the older man said to me. "Northman, I will see you back in your office." And with that the man disappeared in front of my eyes with a 'pop' sound.

I was aware that I was staring at the blank space where he had once stood, my mouth agape. How did he just disappear like that. This was too much to take in and I began to feel a little faint. The other man was all of a sudden behind me and had his arms wrapped tightly around me. I felt secure in his arms and leaned back into him, shutting my eyes to keep calm.

"Don't look down and don't make a sound." He whispered into my ear with surprisingly cool breath.

All of a sudden we shot up into the air at breakneck speed. The surprise of it all meant that I couldn't have made a sound if I had tried. His arms were tight around me as he flew, and I opened one eye to see that we were high above Shreveport. The city looked beautiful beneath me and I was convinced that it must have been a very vivid dream as there was no way I could possibly be in the arms of this man flying above the city. Just as I was starting to enjoy the trip we started to descend and landed in the landscaped gardens of a huge house. He let me go slowly so I could regain my ability to walk and he then moved inhumanly quickly and gracefully towards the house.

I hesitated for a moment before running to catch up with him. He waited for me at the door and stood back, silently giving me entrance to what I assumed to be his house.

"If you want anything to eat or drink help yourself. The kitchen has been stocked for you."

For me? What did that mean? I wasn't feeling very hungry so I just went into a the fridge finding a soda which I opened and devoured. He watched me the whole time, and when I'd finished the soda he indicated for me to follow him. He led me through a grand hallway and into an office where the older man was already sat on a large leather coach in the room. He indicated for me to sit down, which I did. There was also a blonde female in a pale pink suit sat on the desk as the taller man went to sit behind it, his very presence engulfing the room. He spoke quickly to the female in some unknown language and I waited for someone to explain to me what the hell was going on.

"Okay," the older man said. "It is time for introductions all round. I am Niall Brigant, this is Eric Northman and his child Pam Ravenscroft." Child? The man hardly looked old enough to have a child of her age. Sensing my confusion, Niall went on. "I know that this is going to be a lot to take in in one night, but we must explain this to you. "I am your great-grandfather. I am a Prince in the Fae realm and you are my kin."

"Fae, as in fairy? As in Tinkerbell?" He did not look amused at my association.

"Sookie," he sighed, "there is much of this world you don't know about. That no one knows about."

"Then why are you telling me?"

"Because you are important. And if we hadn't got to you first then much more dangerous creatures would have."

I was suddenly feeling very scared, what was I letting myself in for. I found myself wishing I was back in solitary confinement where no one could hurt me.

"And what is he then, superman?" I asked. Pam guffawed loudly earning a low growl from Eric which she ignored.

"Eric and Pam are vampires Eric is Pam's maker, he turned her into a vampire." Niall informed me nonchalantly.

Vampire, seriously? "I didn't know vampires could fly." I said simply.

"Most can't. I am very old." He tone was matter of fact and bored.

"How old?" I asked, curious.

"I am over one thousand years old. I was a Viking in my human days."

Wow, that was old. "I still don't understand what you want with me. I am nothing special."

"For a start, Sookie, you are my kin. That alone makes you special. No one else in your family has the same essential spark that you do. Your father and brother bear no Fae qualities other than good looks. But you are special."

"So my telepathy – that's because I'm part Fae?"

Niall looked thoughtful for a moment. "No. It is not a Fae quality. I do not know where that has come from, it has possibly come from your mother's side, but its more likely to be from you grandmother's line. My son was attracted to your grandmother, after all."

I was confused. "So my grandfather was your son?"

"Your true grandfather was, yes, not the one that you knew." I was sure that my confusion was evident on my face. "Your grandmother had an extra marital affair with my son Fintan. He had a human mother and fell in love with your grandmother, fathering both of her children."

Shit, that was a lot to take in. Gran had an affair and the man I thought I knew to be my grandfather wasn't.

He went on. "It is very likely that you will come into your Fae powers soon enough, but right now we needed to keep you safe. Telepathy is a prized and valued gift in the supernatural world and there are those who would use you for their own end." He turned to the vampire who had remained still throughout my conversation with Niall. "I take it you have tried to glamour her?"

"Yes." He said curtly.

"And she cannot be glamoured?"

"That is correct."

"As I expected. Sookie, I have known Eric for over five hundred years, and as vampires go he is an honourable one. Vampires and fairies do not normally get on. To a vampire we smell delicious, and our kinds have been at war in the past."

"So how come he hasn't tried to eat you then?"

"Oh, he has in the past, but I have used some powerful magic to hide my smell." I yawned involuntarily. "It is getting late and you need to sleep. I have asked Eric that he keep you safe, and this house is heavily guarded and hidden by magic. You will not leave the confines of this house for your own safety, but I am sure that you will be comfortable here. I will be back again in a few days and we will talk further." He looked to Eric but I did not see what was silently agreed between them, and the he popped out of the room as he had done earlier.

As soon as he was gone Pam was at my side on the couch. "Oh, Master, she smells delicious. Can I have a taste?" Her fangs were down and she made no attempt to hide the fact that she was salivating over me.

I recoiled from her, but I knew there was no way I was ever going to escape her. "No you will not. She is mine," was Eric's booming response.

"No fair, you always get all the fun." She pouted at him with humour.

"Leave, Pam." His voice was booming and commanding.

She rolled her eyes at him before sniffing me again, obviously licking her fangs and then flitting out of the room. Eric was suddenly out from behind his desk and stood in front of me.

"I will show you to your room. As Niall said, you will not leave the confines of my home and gardens, but there is no reason why you will not be comfortable here."

He left the room and I followed him up the huge staircase and into a room at the top and to the left. The room was huge with a large king sized four poster bed in dark wood with a deep red quilt over the top. The room was comfortable and plushly decorated. He showed me to a large en-suite bathroom with an enormous walk in shower and tub big enough for four. When we walked back into the room I collapsed down onto the bed feeling tired and emotional from what had been a very eventful night.

"You will find plenty of clothes in the closet," he pointed to the other door that had not been opened and I assumed it was a walk-in closet.

He remained standing in front of me, his presence dominating the room. He was truly a beautiful specimen of a man, if he could be called that. He exuded power and confidence and I was finding myself severely affected by his presence. I didn't quite know where my lust was coming from, I had never so much as kissed a man before, but there was no doubt that Eric was incredibly attractive and his gaze was intense.

I audibly swallowed and looked up into his eyes. "Are you going to bite me?" I asked in a small voice. I didn't know whether I wanted him to or not, and I knew nothing of vampire feeding habits.

"Are you offering, little one?" he asked back with a dangerous smile on his face.

"I … um … I don't know. You can … I mean, if you want to, if that's what you do. … You're letting me stay here, so … um … what I'm saying that if you want to bite me you can."

I was staring at his boots, unable to look him in the eye. In a flash he was suddenly in front of me, millimetres away from touching me, but not actually physically touching me. He lifted my chin so my face was level with his.

"Sookie," he purred, "I want nothing more than to bite you right now, to feed from you. You smell divine, like no other I have ever encountered in all my years. You smell like fairy, but more subtle, and somehow even better. I can assure you that it is taking all of my self control to not ravish you right now, to not rip the clothes of your beautiful body and rub myself all over you before fucking and feeding from you until dawn."

I could feel a pool of moisture form between my legs as he was talking to me, his cool breath on my neck. I swallowed again, feeling myself flush all over at the proximity to him and my treacherous body's reaction to him.

"You need to understand that for vampires, feeding and sex are closely linked. I can smell that you are a virgin, and although I can tell that you are turned on by me I do not wish to hurt you. Luckily for you I have already fed well tonight, though maybe you would permit me a sip?" Could he really smell that?

I was embarrassed by my reaction to this stranger who was a vampire, but I could not help myself. His fangs were down and they were truly a work of art. My hand had moved to his face before I could stop myself and the tip of my finger traced down the length of one his fangs. He growled from deep within his chest, and the next thing I knew he was on top of me pinning me down on the bed, his eyes clouded with lust and his mouth salivating.

"You should learn to be careful around vampires. I have much more restraint than a younger one would, and you would not be so lucky."

He took my hand and punctured my finger on his incredibly sharp fang. It stung momentarily, but as he drew the blood from my finger the pleasure was immense. It felt like my whole body was supplying the blood in that finger, and as he sucked harder I could feel the pull from deep within my groin as my sex pulsed. I let out a soft moan as he devoured that small amount of blood from my finger, but was disappointed when all too soon he had let go of my finger and the wound had been sealed.

He got off me and stood by the bed, his eyes still staring at me hungrily and making no effort to hide the huge erection that was straining against his jeans.

"You should sleep," was all he said and then he left the room in a flash.

I felt incredibly frustrated, both sexually and that I still knew no more of the situation I was in. I walked in to the closet, shocked to see that it was fully stocked with all manner of clothes for me that all appeared to be in my size. I did not want to know how he knew what size I was. I rummaged through a few drawers before finding some clean underwear and a knee-length satin nightdress.

After changing I crawled under the covers of the huge bed and thought of the events of the evening. I had gone to sleep earlier that night in the solitary confinement, and now I was in the home of an incredibly hot vampire, I had met my great-grandfather and I was now feeling incredibly horny from having him take a little blood from me.

I was fully expecting that at some point I was going to freak out, but at that moment I only felt horny. I had no idea where Eric was, I assumed that he had gone out or was in his own secret room, but my hand found my centre and I dipped my finger into myself before rubbing small circles on my nub. I thought of Eric and the effect he had on me when he sucked the blood from my finger, and it did not take long for me to reach my peak. After that my body relaxed and I fell into a deep sleep to face my first day on the outside for over ten years.

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