The Messenger - AU/AH, Sookie/Eric

Hello all, this is my first fic. It will probably be short and sweet, with lemons of course. The title comes from Linkin Parks "The Messenger." Listen to it and read the lyrics because they are fabulousss! Read and review please! I would greatly appreciate any and all comments on my story, since it is my first. I want to know if I should keep going or quit while I'm ahead!

SPOV

I feel the wind pick up and the cold passing my bare legs as I step quickly inside the bar. My breathe hitches as I take in my surroundings. Amelia is bouncing ahead of me, already grooving to the music, as I slowly inch forward. The smell of beer and the sight of bodies overwhelms me as I try, desperately, not to fall on my face in the 4 inch, "fuck me heels," that Amelia has so elegantly named and forced me to wear. So now, on top of being terrified of being out, in a bar, at all, I have to worry about breaking an ankle or falling with my hootchie out for everyone to see. Or worse yet, fall into some sweaty, drunk pervert. Gross!

It's been awhile since I've gone out, Amelia begged me to come with her tonight, whining and going on and on about how I'm young and hot and need to get laid. Whatever. As far as I was concerned, I was done with men ever since two years ago when my now ex, Bill, decided it'd be funny, I guess, if he fucked some girl in our bed on our anniversary while I was out. Our relationship started out nice, like they all do I guess, but we started to have some issues and apparently I just wasn't cutting it anymore. I'm not exactly a people person, you see, and I kind of rather hang out by myself or with my very close, and few, friends. Some would call me a hermit, but honestly, people kind of scared me. That was one of the problems in mine and Bills relationship; I never really wanted to go out or "have fun." I can admit to having a bit of social anxiety, a little agoraphobia if you will, but it wasn't terrible! Maybe that plus the little bit of weight I had put on after my first year of college had made Bill search for new meat, or someone with the lack of, I should say. Ok, so my hips were a little wider and my boobs were huge, but isn't that a good thing? You know, Kardashian-esque T&A? Well considering the woman Bill had been pounding into that night was at least a size 12 in children's clothing, he must not have approved of my more voluptuous figure. Jerk.

After the breakup, Amelia wanted me to get back in the dating game, and so I humored her and occasionally joined her on her quest for a suitable, yet totally "fuck-hot" man to take home for the night. But after a few times out in the wild, I kind of freaked and went back into my safe, little hermit shell. We would be chatting or dancing and a drunk perv-ball would grab my ass or touch my boobs and I would hightail it out of there, running for the exit with Meels hot on my heels! Oh crap, now I'm rhyming. She's right, I'm going insane…I really need to get laid!

So, here I am. At the bar, in my too short black dress and too high electric blue shoes, pretending to have a good time. See, I'm trying! Amelia already has two men flanking her at the bar, trying to buy her drinks. She turns her head back towards me and gives me a wink while suggesting to her new "friends" that her gal-pal would like a drink as well. Thanks, hun, throwing me into the lions den again!

"So babe, whatchya havin'?" Q-ball looks me over and his eyes fill with lust. He's cute, if you like that Mr. Clean look.

Amelia gives me another look, as if to say, HURRY UP AND SPEAK DAMNIT, HE LIKES YOU, and quickly looks back at her prey, grinning and flirting like he was the last man on earth.

I clear my throat and ask for a gin and tonic and he winks at me. My insides quiver, and not in a good way.

"So what's your name, babe?"

"Sookie, you?" He licks his lips as I finish talking and gives a big, toothy smile.

"Quinn, John Quinn." I stifle my chuckle. Bond. James Bond. Pfft, this guy is such a loser. He passes me my drink and I take a huge gulp. I was gonna need it.

"Well it's very nice to meet you John, and thank you for the drink. It's very sweet of you." I try my best to be polite, while avoiding being flirtatious. After all, my Gran taught me good manners.

One way or another, I downed a few drinks, probably to save myself from having to talk too much to this guy. Seriously, I could not tell you a word he said, all I kept thinking was how creepy he was and how he kept calling me "Babe." I focused on my drinks more than him, which is how I ended up being a little more than tipsy.

I was dancing and grinding with Amelia on the dance floor, with Q-Ball and his buddy hovering around us. He kept trying to put his hands on my hips, and I kept swatting him away. He was like damn fly! Amelia kept giggling and shaking her head at me, whispering that Quinn was cute and not to be so distant. Well, excuse me, Miss Thang, but I would rather my bum stay far away from Quinn's tiny package of doom! He kept bumping into me, thinking I would enjoy feeling his jean clad diddly-doo pressed up against me. I was sort of drunk, but not stupid and I'd had enough.

"Meels, I'm gonna go get some fresh air, okay?" I holler at her over the music, even though she was two inches away from me. The noise was deafening and my ears were starting to ring.

"You sure your gonna be okay? You want me to come with?" She was getting her ear licked as she spoke to me. I really needed some air.

"No, no, I'm okay, I'll be back!" As I began my retreat, Quinn grabbed my wrist and offered to come with me. God, he was annoying!

I swatted him away, once again and yelled, "Shoo fly! Don't bother me!" He gave me the strangest look as I turned on my heels and stumbled away towards the exit.

I was feeling a little dizzy, and faces were kind of hard to see as I tried to maneuver my way through the crowd. I kept bumping into people and tripping over feet, mine mostly. I had to stop drinking tonight.

I finally reach the door and go outside, taking a big breathe of fresh, cool, summer air. I close my eyes and try to focus on not swaying too much. I must have looked like a loon, but I didn't care at this point, I just wanted the world to stop spinning a little.

I start to sway a little too much and almost lose my balance completely when an arm wraps around my waist and hoists me back up-right. I gasp and face my mystery savior and am in totally awe.

I look up and am met with a hard chest, clad in black cotton. I look up some more and look into the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. I stare into them and swear that I can see the ocean in them. Like a visual version of a seashell! Oh, I'm totally wasted.

He clears his throat and smirks at me, making my knees wobble slightly.

"You okay?" Oh, his voice is like velvet! I'm swooning and probably smiling so wide that I look like a psychopath.

I blink back to realty and try to answer him quickly, "Y-yes, thanks. Sorry." Oh my goodness, he is still holding on to me! Don't let go, don't let go.

"No need to be sorry, you sure you are alright though?" He raises his eyebrows in question at me and I feel my hootchie tingle, oh jeez. "I don't want you falling over if I let go." I think to myself, then don't let go, ever. He still has this smirk on his gorgeous face as he talks to me, and I just want to lick it off. Oh, I wonder how he tastes…Jeez, Sooks, snap out of it!

"Yes, thank you, but I'm fine," I slur a little, classy, I know, "I just need some fresh air, I think." I try to remain cool and stable as he slowly releases his grip on my waist.

"Me too…" His eyes glaze over a little bit and shift downward, not exactly focused on anything. He has almost a pained look on his face, a slight frown forming. He looks up and notices me staring at him and quickly smiles, and begins talking again. I continue staring at him in awe and wonder why such a perfect creature would ever frown. I focus back to the beautiful words spilling from his delectable lips and try my best to stay afloat in the overwhelming lust I am drowning in.

"… can I keep you company out here? I wouldn't want to leave a beautiful, vulnerable, young lady outside of a bar, alone, in the middle of the night." He looks at me with concern and, dare I say, hope, in his eyes.

I should be creeped out, but he seems genuinely concerned for my well-being. He did save me from falling on my ass after all!

"Sure, that'd be nice." I smile at him, trying my best to keep my nerves from getting the best of me. He gives me a feeling of safety and as he smiles back at me, I see the warmth in his expression and it just melts my heart.

And my panties.

Oh, I'm done for.

AN: WELL? What do you think so far? First chapter was just introducing my Sookie, next up will be a quick EPOV, followed by more SPOV. And possibly lemons. Not sure how quickly I want to squirt them at ya'. ;-)

R&R, Love You All! even if you hate me, I will still love you. Maybe... 0:-)