A/N: I have been brewing up this story for some time now. I have always loved the idea of vampire Sookie. I thought it would be interesting if Pam was Sookie's mentor. The story is rated M for lemons and language.

This is my first fanfiction so please take pity upon me. Constructive feedback is welcomed. I hope you guys enjoy it. Let me know. If you guys think it is total crap and should suffer the true death, then I will drive a stake through its heart.

I have no Beta, all mistakes are made by yours truly.

Charlaine Harris owns all. I have nothing.

SPOV

My life had never been very exciting. If fact, you could say it was predictable. Boringly predictable. My life was made up of a series of routines. I would wake up, eat, go to work, and come home. Somewhere in those events I would sneak in the occasional tanning session in the back yard and church visit. But you could definitely say my life was anything but exciting. That's why I was so excited when Bon Temps got its very first vampire. Bill Compton the vampire. His name wasn't very mysterious or dangerous, but it was enough for me. A southern gentleman wrapped up in a vampire package.

One night Gran and I were spending a quiet night at home reading by the fire, when we heard a knock on the door. When I opened the door, I found a vampire standing on my doorstep. I was immediately enthralled. I knew had to be a vampire by his slight glow and his thoughts or the lack thereof. His thoughts were silent to me. From as long as I can remember, I have been cursed with hearing people's thoughts. Some were easier to read than others. But his were gloriously silent.

He said his name was Bill Compton and he moved into his ancestral home across the cemetery from my house. Once I invited him in, he explained that his family had once been residents of Bon Temps. After his last living relative died, the home reverted back to him. Ownership laws have been revised since the Great Reveal allowing vampires to become property owners. Bill went on to explain that since moving into his ancestral home he wanted to get to know everyone in Bon Temps.

"I just wanted to introduce myself and become acquainted with my neighbors. I have traveled for some time now and, since the Great Reveal, I would like to settle down. I decided to move back to Bon Temps and, hopefully, become part of a community again. I am planning on renovating my home. It seems as though it has fallen into a state of disrepair. I understand my descendant was incapable of properly caring for the home due to his infirmity. I hope the repairmen will not disturb you."

My Gran, hostess extraordinaire, didn't miss a beat, "Well, allow me to officially welcome you to Bon Temps Mr. Compton. If there is ever anything I can do for you please do not hesitate to let me know. I am sure you are aware, here in Bon Temps we all look out for each other. I am sure your contractors will be of no bother."

"Mrs. Stackhouse, that is a very gracious offer and I would like to return the sentiment. If ever there is a need I can assist you in fulfilling, I am at your service."

Wow, he was good! My Gran practically swooned at his old southern charm. My Gran, seeing an opportunity swooped in for the kill, "Mr. Compton would you, perchance, have been around during the Civil War?

"Yes ma'am, as a matter of fact I served under Maj. Gen. Mansfield Lovell himself."

My Gran's eyes became as big as saucers, "Oh, tell me, were you at the battle of New Orleans?"

"Yes, I was there when the city fell and the Northern Aggressors took the city. During the chaos and confusion, I was separated from my unit. Soon thereafter, I was turned Vampire."

I saw a familiar twinkle in my Gran's eyes. "Mr. Compton, would you perchance be interested in lecturing at a speaking engagement? I am a member of a local club. We call ourselves The Descendants of the Glorious Dead. We meet monthly to discuss historical Civil War facts and promote education about the Civil War. We have monthly meetings and I am sure everyone would love to hear you speak of your experiences."

Bill looked a little wary and slightly offended. He huffed, "Mrs. Stackhouse I assure you there was nothing glorious about that war. Innocent boys fought and died. They often lived in deplorable conditions and fought with their last dying breath in tattered clothes and with empty bellies. I am sorry but that does not depict glory to me."

My Gran was slightly taken aback and my hackles were beginning to rise. Say what you want about me, but watch your step when it comes to my Gran. I'll scratch your eyes out for looking at her the wrong way. Both me and Jason were extremely protective of our Gran. In our eyes, she could do no wrong. Gran quickly backtracked, "Mr. Compton, I mean no offense. The name of our club dates back to when I was a girl. It is meant to honor our dead."

Bill looked slightly abashed, "I'm sorry if I came across too strong. My emotions tend to run high in regards to the Civil War. I saw many of my friends and neighbors die on the battlefield. That tends to leave a mark on a man."

Gran reached over and patted Bill's hand, much to the shock of the antebellum vampire, and said with a hushed voice, "I'm sure it does Mr. Compton. The horrors you must have seen through your many years. One shivers at the thought. I never meant to belittle or idealize the war; although many in my club do tend to romanticize that era. We like to think of our brave boys in gray gallantly fighting for their cause and returning intact to their southern belles. But, in truth, I know it didn't happen that way. I am mostly interested in the history of that time. During that era, people had a sense of honor and done what was right by one another. Nowadays, folks tend to take the easy way out and never give any thought to what is truly right. I think that hard times can bring out the best in people and I see that time and time again in historic battle stories."

Bill gazed kindly at my grandmother and said, "I do like how you view the world Mrs. Stackhouse."

"Please call me Adele." My Gran's eye got that familiar twinkle of mischief again and she said casually, "You know, if you agree to give a lecture at one of my club's meetings, that would certainly further your cause. People in this town would get to know you better and may see you as more approachable. It would surely garner you some good favor in this community. Also, after the meeting we always gather around for coffee and dessert. I would be thrilled to introduce you to the mayor and other people, here in Bon Temps, that may be helpful in your home renovations."

Oh the old woman was crafty! She had single-handedly boxed Bill into a corner. My Gran had let him know, if he gave the lecture then he would have her support in the community. You didn't have to be in town long to realize my Gran was quite a mover and shaker in Bon Temps. While I may be Crazy Sookie, she was very well-respected. She attended church regularly and participated in clothing drives for needy families. In addition to a genealogy group and the DOTGD, she was part of a weekly card game. Gran, and three of her closest friends, would take turns hosting a weekly card game in their homes. Their game of choice was bridge followed by gin and poker. They would gossip and sympathize with each other's miseries. I first learned how to bluff by watching my Gran win five pretzels from Maxine Thortenberry with no more than a pair of 2's in her hand. This little lesson helped me greatly with my telepathy. If there is one thing my Gran taught me, it's how to have a poker face.

Bill shifted slightly in his seat and regarded my Gran with skeptical eyes. A genuine smile slowly crept across his face. With admiration in his voice he said, "I think I will take you up on your offer Mrs. Stackhouse. I would be happy to speak to your organization about my more pleasant experiences with the Civil War as it relates to Bon Temps, and please call me Bill."

"Why thank you Bill! I am sure everyone will be thrilled to hear you, and it's Adele." Gran got a faraway look in her eyes and spoke with a conspiratorial tone, "You know, we can open up the lecture to the whole town and charge for admission. We will advertise in the local newspaper and the one in Monroe. The money we make from ticket sells can go to the VRA. Would that be suitable to you Mr. Compton?" Again, my Gran was a sly old bird. She knew how to give a little to get a little. By donating to the Vampire Rights Administration, Bill could hardly get out of the deal now. Gran knew how that would look to the vampire community if one of their own backed out on a deal guaranteed to make money for their cause. Oh Gran, I do love you.

Bill let out a huge laugh knowing he had been socially bested by a 70-year-old woman. "Adele, I think that is a generous offer and I am honored. What day would you like for me to give this lecture? I do have some social engagements pending, so I want to make sure there will be no conflicts in my schedule."

"Hmm, let me get back to you on that. We will need plenty of time to advertise, to make sure we draw a big crowd. I would think at least a couple of months. Let word spread about the mysterious Civil War vet that only wants to be part of his ancestral community. They'll eat up!"

"Mrs. Stackhouse, remind me to never cross you. I have a feeling you would be quite a formidable opponent."

Oh Bill, you have no idea!

My Gran playfully slapped Bill on the arm, smiled and said, "Mr. Compton, you give me way too much credit."

After that night, Bill Compton had begun to come by my old farmhouse quite often to visit with me and Gran. Gran was thrilled every time he came to visit. He was her walking, talking, guide to the Civil War. She could pick his brain for hours and Bill never seemed to mind. Sometimes I would join their discussions and Bill would ask a few personal questions about me. During those times Gran would make up some random excuse and sneak off for a few moments giving Bill and I some time alone. I knew exactly what she was doing. It was obvious my Gran had no reservations about Bill Compton becoming my suitor.

Bill had begun to venture out into town, making his presence known. You would see him at the late night mall in Shreveport and he would occasionally frequent the bar where I worked. On the occasional night he would come in, he would order a True Blood and read his newspaper alone. Once he finished his paper, he would finish up his blood and leave me a generous tip on his way out. My co-workers and I each had a guess as to why Bill came into the bar. Dawn thought it was because he liked flirting with her and was looking for a way to get to know her better. Arlene thought it was because he was looking for a good meal. I just thought he wanted some company. To me, Bill just seemed lonely. He spent some of his nights fixing up his house and other times he would be gone for several nights at a time. I often wondered where he went on those nights. Gran and I made it a game, guessing where the mysterious vampire had went for nights on end. Once I guessed he was taking a pottery class in Monroe where no one would know him. Gran got a kick out of that. Gran said that maybe he was taking night classes at a floral design school. Vampires must have to find some way to fill their time.

One day Gran said she wanted to have a talk with me. These talks were never good. Luckily, this talk was just awkward and not life changing. She just wanted me to know that if I wanted to date Bill Compton, then she approved. Sheew!

The last "talk" we had, she told me of my heritage. Learning that you are a fairy born of a royal bloodline doesn't sit well with the average eighteen year old. I always knew I was different because of my telepathy. I just didn't know how different.

We were sitting at the kitchen table and Gran sat down and told me we needed to have a talk. With a resigned sigh she began, "Sookie, I know that your life hasn't been easy because of your telepathy. I just want you to know that I am proud of you and I love you. You carry yourself with a grace that is humbling to most. But I think it is time you know the truth." Gran closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "You know I loved your grandfather. He was very good to me and gave me a wonderful life. Oh, things weren't always easy. But, all in all, I had a happy marriage and a loving husband. That is more than many women my age can boast about."

Gran took my hand and looked down at our twined fingers. Whatever it was must be huge, because Gran was taking a long time to spit it out. I know better than to interrupt her or try to hurry her along. Any remark right now would be seen as being rude or disrespectful. So, I decided the best thing to do was to keep my big mouth shut and let Gran finish her story at her own pace.

After what seemed a lifetime, Gran took another deep breath, squared her shoulders, looked me straight in the eye, and began again, "Your grandfather gave me a good marriage, a comfortable life, and a home. But the one thing he couldn't give me was children."

Gran stopped waiting for me to process what she just said. But Gran had children. My father was her child along with my Aunt Linda. I gave Gran a look of confusion and said, "But you had children Gran."

Barely above a whisper Gran said, "Yes, yes I did."

My eyes got wide and suddenly I understood…..Gran had an affair. "Who?"

"Well, that's the complicated part honey. You know that you are special and have special abilities. Well, did you ever think that maybe there were others like you?"

To be honest, I never once considered there were others like me in the world. I have always felt so lonely I never thought there could be more like me out there somewhere.

Seeing my hesitancy Gran plugged on, "Your true grandfather was like you Sookie. His name was Fintan and he was a fairy. He was not from this world and had special abilities. Your great-grandfather is the Prince of the Fae. He is something like what we would call a king. I'm sorry I kept this from you, honey. I can only blame my own shame. I was worried you would look down upon me. I just wanted children so badly and my husband couldn't give me what I wanted most. Please, honey, say something. Are you upset with me? Can you ever forgive me Sookie?"

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I just sat at the kitchen table looking at Gran with wide unseeing eyes. Fairy, what the hell does that mean? Am I going to sprout wings and start wearing pink tutus? Just the mental image made me chuckle. Gran then gave me a worried look and quickly downcast her eyes.

I pulled myself together long enough to reassure Gran. Reaching over I placed my other hand on top of hers and said, "You have never judged me for all of my problems or quirks, Gran. Who am I to judge you? I love you Gran. You have taken care of me and have been my best friend. Thank you for telling me."

A look of relief came over Gran' face. She sat back in the kitchen chair with a clear sigh as if the weight of the world had been taken off her shoulders. Poor Gran, I stopped and realized how hard it must have been for her. Living with a telepath that could wrench your deepest secrets from your mind had to be difficult, to say the least. How did she ever keep it from me? I had a thousand questions and began to bombard Gran with questions that ranged from my telepathy, growing wings, to Tinkerbell. What I found was that Gran was no help whatsoever. She had no real knowledge of the fairy world. But she knew a person who did.

Well, there it is. Let me know what you guys think.