A/N: After watching the last episode of True Blood this idea popped into my head and I couldn't help but write it. So be warned there are spoilers up until season six episode five and probably as I continue watching the current season spoilers will spill into the story. I hope you all enjoy the story!

Summary: Warlow can't help himself, he needs to see her and protect her, but once he does he realizes it's not as simple as he thought it would be. This time he'll need to be careful and take his time, but it will all be worth it, because it will all be for her.

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First Sight

Gold, it encompasses his entire room, the dingy motel room found just on the outskirts of London for once don't scream of seediness and depravity. Instead it's bathed in light, and hope resounds within its walls, and his heart explodes in joy. Finally, finally, she has arrived. He stares at the contract reverently as it continues to pulse emitting the light and for once he doesn't feel so alone. It's taken two hundred and eighty one years, but she's here.

His love, his intended, his companion is finally on this earth and the darkness that Lilith cast in his life lifts a little. He wants to run to her, to watch her small figure and have an image to put with all these emotions inside of him, but he shouldn't and so he won't. He wants her to have a family a loving family that will protect her until he can step in. He needs her to feel normal and enjoy her childhood while she still can.

He shouldn't but he can't help himself, only a glimpse, he swears, he just needs to know that she's okay, that she's safe and loved and wants for nothing. The contract ceased to emit light the very next day after her birth, but it still warms him. In his back pocket, it burns and urges him to run faster, to find her. It's not hard to find the Stackhouse's again, a simple investigation into the southern area was all it took when the girl was a born and through the years he's kept track of them from afar, but now he will see her and his heart aches of seeing her only to leave, but he knows it's what he must do.

Her house is empty but the scent isn't hard to follow and soon he finds himself hiding in the woods near a white house that had obviously just been painted, if the the fumes that still lingered were any indication. Though they are strong, they can't mask her scent, at least not to him. She smells of sunshine and home and as he stalks through the woods he rounds to the back of the house where a set of kids are playing two boys and one girl, her. He expected to see her happy, a child grinning from ear to ear as she played with her brother, instead he found her close to tears.

"Take that back!" She's a small little thing, all blonde hair and blue eyes and a white dress that is caked with mud. Still her eyes burn with fury at whatever slight one of the boys had done.

"Sook, he didn't say anything!" The taller boy stresses even as he shoots a warning glance at the smaller boy. It's a small comment but it's all he needs to know that her fae blood is strong, since most halfings don't manifest powers until well into puberty. He grins, his girl is going to be amazing.

"But Jason…" She pleads but before she can even finish Jason, her brother he presumes, glances behind the girl and smiles in relief.

"Look Sookie there's Tara." Before the girl can even fully turn around Jason is running and ushering the other boy towards the front of the house. Sookie? It was an odd name for this time period still he found himself very fond of it.

"Hey Sooks!" Warlow turns to see a small girl around the same age as… Sookie run up to her in denim shorts, a t-shirt, barefoot and smiling as she launches herself into Sookie's arms. The girls hug fiercely before pulling away.

"Is everything okay Tara?" Sookie asks as she looks down at the girl's feet. "Is your mom…."

"Nah don't worry she's sleeping, I just threw my shoes at some loud mouth old man who caught me running through his yard." The girl waves it off digging her feet further into the mud.

"Mr. Tanner?" Sookie asks knowingly.

"Yeah." Tara shrugs before pulling the blonde down to the mud, "Lets make a mud castle."

"Okay." Sookie smiles happily in agreement as she begins to squish mud in her hands. He watches them for a while, mesmerized by her until her parents come and pick them up from where he now knows is her grandmother's house.

He's seen her and she's alright he supposes it was only a quarrel amongst children… still there's something not quite right in how that happened. He just needs to assure himself that her family can handle a special girl like her.

It's the next night and once again he finds himself hiding in the woods only this time they're the ones behind her house. It's a Sunday and just like a good southern family the Stackhouse's woke up early headed to church and are now back having a barbecue in the backyard. It's just them and she should be happy, but there's an uneasy feeling in the air. He can sense it, can see how her eyes ping pong between her parents, and so he decides to listen in,

"She'll know everything… she knows what I'm thinking right now, what did I do wrong?" The mom was torn between being afraid and guilty as if her daughter was a punishment.

"It's just not right, she's just a kid, Goddamn it Dad what the hell were you? What is she?" The father was angry and confused on what Sookie even was.

His growl is something he can't contain, but it's low enough that the family in the clearing are non the wiser. He wants to take her away from them, wants to show her that she's not alone, that there's nothing wrong with her, that she's special and loved and cherished.

His first plan is simply to persuade her parents to let him take her, he could show her the world, educate her and be everything she needed until she was old enough to be his equal, to be his princess. It's a foolish plan he knows but if he closes his eyes he can see them, walking through the Louvre as he explained the great art works of man kind, showing her blue water that is surrounded by hot white sand on the beaches of Hawaii, and teaching her how to control her gift, how she can use it to her advantage in every situation while allowing her to block unneeded thoughts so social interactions with others aren't such a nuisance. It's a future he burns for, but he knows that won't happen, despite her parents fears and muddled love, they still feel responsible for her.

He knew how people like them reacted to the unknown and though he wanted to rescue his intended he didn't want to risk their relationship by starting it out with a kidnapping. He knew the parents wouldn't let him near her if they knew what he was, more importantly he was not sure of how the father would react if his fears were founded and it was explained that Sookie was in fact not quite human.

So he forced himself to calm his anger and to sit still until he thought of a plan. It was clear he couldn't leave her, but he also couldn't take her. Yet that didn't mean he would just stand by and let his intended's life be riddled with fear and unease, he would protect her in anyway he could and one day he would make her his forever.

A/N: Hope that wasn't too bad, this is my first story in the True Blood fandom, so please review and tell me what you think.