This is my first ever fanfiction, I don't think I'm particularly good at writing, I don't aspire to make anything of it in my life so I'm just doing this for fun, please take this into account when reading.

All characters in this story are property of the genius that is Charlaine Harris, I'm just enjoying playing with them.

Chapter 1 – Be Mine Bullshit.

SPOV

Eric Northman, apart from being a giant Viking sex god he's also the sheriff of Area 5 in Louisiana, he could be King if he wanted to I'm sure but he's quite content with the small part of the country under his rule, but even having this position has its dangers. I keep weighing up the pros and cons of maybe dating this particular vamp.

I take a deep breath just to relax myself a little, there are simply not enough hours in the night to think all of these things through properly , I just need a little time with Eric to make my mind up. He tried pulling all of that "be mine!" bullshit, but look where that landed me with Bill. Eric's face was a picture when I said I'd like to go the human way about it and date first. But with me taking all the hours I possibly can at Merlottes and Eric still picking up the pieces from the FOTS anti-vampire rally in Shreveport a few nights back, we'd just not had any time together.

I stare at the mirror for a few more seconds after setting my long blonde hair in a high ponytail, just like I always have it for work. The buzz of my phone going off on Grans old dressing table breaks me out of the trance I was in. Of course it's Eric,

"I have thought about your dating suggestion, we will talk later."

That gave me food for thought as I headed through the old farm house to my car. I wonder what Eric's going to say tonight, maybe he thinks dating's silly for a vampire who's over 1000 years old, but seeing as he can't glamour me because of either my little disability or my fae heritage (maybe both) he'll have to like it or lump it.

Sam seemed a little more cheery than usual when I walked into his office to put my purse in the desk draw. "Hey cher!" he exclaimed getting up from his chair to so he could embrace me in the biggest hug ever, making my ribs crack. The contact took me by surprise so I didn't have much time to put my shields up.

"oh she smells just like I remember, even better with none of that musty vamp scent on her, I just want to hold her like this forever, maybe I should tell her how I feel."

Well at least I know why he's so happy. I try not to show the shock of hearing what he was just thinking, I'm usually like a pro at that but Sam knows me better than most people in Bon Temp.
I stretched my smile even further across my face like I usually do when I don't want to give anything away.

"Best get out there otherwise we might have a riot on our hands if those guys don't get enough beer on football night", I turned fast on my foot and high tailed my way out of that office before Sam could say anything. All the way though high school I went with hardly any male attention and now they seem to be forming a queue, well the supes are anyway. I suppose the same thing can be said about men as buses, "wait for one and two come along at once."

EPOV

Sometimes I just think the great reveal wasn't such a great idea after all, yes business was much better, but we'd never had to pay taxes before. Now we didn't have to hunt for food, it walked straight up to us freely, I still miss the chase though, the adrenaline that pumped through my undead heart, the taste of fear in the blood that gave another level to the taste, much better than these blood whores you can rent out today.

My thoughts were interrupted by a feeling of shock through the blood bond that I share with Sookie; it may only be faint because we haven't renewed it since that night at Rhodes. I'd hoped that she would've chosen me in her own time but I was the lesser of two evils compared to Andre, I would have rather met the sun than see his blood violate her beautiful body. I focused on the bond, I was about to call her to make sure everything was fine, but the shock had subsided into something that felt vaguely like disbelief. I can't see her now, I've got to focus on cleaning this shit the Fellowship of the Sun has made for me. Their so called "friendly" anti-vampire rally had caused the numbers of people visiting the bar to drop considerably. Pam and I were trying to work on some business plans to lure them back.

"Are you even listening to me" a sharp voice with a slight English accent snaps at me. "If you can't even focus for ten minutes Eric perhaps you should just go over to that hick town and fuck her brains out already."

My fangs dropped down in a sudden surge of anger which is unusual for me as I normally take Pam's humour with a pinch of salt, but not recently, not when it came to... her. "Don't speak about Sookie in such a vulgar manner Pamela." My eyes were staring into hers with such intensity that even she wouldn't answer back with a snarky comment, pushing the rage I felt through our bond we shared as maker and child she actually looked scared. I took a moment to take an unnecessary breath to try to calm down. "As for our situation with the bar I think it would be a good idea to set up a loyalty scheme which will benefit local human facilities, maybe the hospitals in the area, to show that we hold nothing against humans for the FOTSs' idiotic behaviour." I said keeping the tone of my voice cool.
"Ok master, I will start to work on that with help from Compton for the digital advertising immediately." Pam said; keeping her eyes fixed on the floor.

SPOV

"Damnnnnn she gotta fine ass, shame she's a bucket loada crazAAAY!"
"I need another fucking beer before I can pork a chick this ugly"
"I hate football night maybe I shoulda gone to that strip club in Monroe with the gals after all, get me some hot ass..."

It was gone midnight, the football was over and pretty much everyone was drunk as a skunk and even people without telepathy should know that drunken thoughts aren't nice thoughts. The more tired I got the harder it got to block out the thoughts, I guess Sam noticed as he was about to come over to say I could have a break when the door the bar opened.

Sam stopped mid-stride to sniff the air and then glanced at the door. Looking deflated he turned around to take his usual place behind the bar. Our newly arrived customer was Eric, my heart seemed to skip a beat when our eyes locked together, he cocked an eyebrow and did that crooked smile that would make any woman melt.

He didn't sit in my section which surprised me; instead he took a stool at the bar. Sam served him; I could tell he was reluctant. He gave me a significant look and thought directly at me, "well I haven't got a snowballs chance in hell up against him have I?"

Poor Sam, he deserved someone that would love him for who he actually is. But life's one confusing mess and person's just not me. I walked over to the big blonde hunk of muscle who made sitting on a bar stool look so elegant. His ice blue eyes looked up from his true blood to search my face. He smiled gently before saying "we will talk once you have finished up here." I tried to reply, but not a single word would leave my lips.

Suddenly all I could hear was envious thoughts aimed at me from pretty much everyone in the bar, surprisingly even from most of the men. With a deep breath and a lot of concentration I pulled my shields up. "Hey cher I'll finish up, you can get outta here" Sam's voice had a hint of sadness and concern in it; he was obviously trying to keep up a front around Eric.

I hadn't seen rain this bad since my parents got caught in the flash flood when I was a little girl, which was making me drive with even more care on the way home. In fact I drove so slow that Eric got impatient and took over, which I welcomed as I was exhausted anyway and his reaction time was a lot quicker than mine. Leaning my head back against the head rest and just listening to the sound of the rain beating down on the car roof, it sounded so beautiful, it's something you just take for granted, it's been a long time since I actually just sat there and listened to it.
"Sookie" the man sat in car next to me said slowly whilst taking my hand in his and stoking his thumb along my palm comfortingly.

"mhmmm", just realising I'd not actually said a single real word to Eric I managed a meagre "Hello" turning my head a little to the side a little so I could get a look at him. His eyes were set on the road ahead of us but I could detect sadness in them. "Are you okay Eric?" it had never occurred to me to ask a question like that, at least not since the witches gave him amnesia a few years back. He just always looks like nothing could get in his way, always so strong, yet now he looks so vulnerable. He didn't reply to my question, instead he carried on driving whilst holding my hand.

We didn't say another word until we were back at the farm house I called home; we sat on the porch taking in the sounds and the smell of rain. "I've been doing some research into this dating thing." For once Eric sounded uncertain of himself. Maybe this was just something he'd never had to do before.

"You realise that in all the years on earth I've been alive and undead I have never considered doing such a thing."

At this my heart deflated a little, I had tried not to think about how I really felt about him, but the truth is I had come to love him when he was staying in my house under my protection, I could still see all the little things in him as he is now that made me feel that way in the first place.

"I didn't know this custom even existed. But ...Sookie Stackhouse, I would very much like to take you out to dinner."

And with that my exhaustion disappeared, completely shocked for the second time tonight. I straightened up to look him in the face, "are you sure Eric?" I know it's a stupid question to ask the guy who just asked you to dinner but I couldn't help it.

"Very sure, I will pick you up say 8 O'clock Friday night? If that is agreeable to you." He stopped for a second to make sure I did agree and then went on to say with a smile "I am looking forward to it, now I can see you are tired Sookie I think you should go to rest now, see you Friday."
With that he stood up from the swing seat we were perched on, zipped his leather jacket all the way up so that the collar would protect a little from the rain before he rocketed up into the air. Leaving me staring gormlessly at the spot he filled moments before.

Well that's it so far! Please let me know what you think, as I've got no idea where this story's going, if there's a little interest I'll have to think up a prolonged and interesting storyline, if not this story's just going to be a short for my own enjoyment of writing it.