A/N: This story was inspired by my recent obsession with everything Sookie Stackhouse/True Blood, especially my favorite characters Pam and Amelia. Takes place after the events of the Rhodes bombing in All Together Dead and the Louisiana takeover of From Dead to Worse. This story is based mostly off the books but I will rely on the actors/actresses portrayals of the characters from True Blood. For Amelia, I picture a Milla Jovovich-type girl, but then again that's just how I see her. You're welcome to picture anyone you want: Kate Beckinsale, Emma Stone, heck, even a Katherine Heigl. I'm not picky=P

Anywho, I will mention that this story is a FemSlash! and with have some strictly adult scenes. Lots of lemons and lots of love!

DEADicated to my friend Val for introducing me to the series. Much love, girlie!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Seriously. So don't try to sue me. Rights to Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball solely.

Vampires! Witches! Lesbians! Oh My! by Alicia Strange

Chapter 1: Beginning to A Long Night

Twenty minutes. I glanced at the clock hanging above the bar counter where Sam was polishing glasses. It was nearly eight and my afternoon shift was finally coming to an end. Thank God too, 'cause my feet were hurting from standing up all day in my worn-out Nikes.

Usually I would be excited to get off early on a Friday, but considering I'm not much of a party girl, this was just gonna be another long night. See, when you can hear people's every thought about you (good and bad) you'd probably not go out a lot.

That's me, "Crazy Sookie". The strange uneducated barmaid of twenty-eight, who just so happens to be a telepath. And I haven't been on a actual date since I don't remember.

Well, that's not entirely true, at least not with a human guy anyway. Because I'm "gifted", like Amelia says (personally, I call it"cursed") Supes are naturally attracted to me, in more ways than others. While many would like to shack up with me at night, others want to drain me dry. Yes, that's me, a real life Bella Swan, danger magnet. Except, the vamps I know don't sparkle. No, these guys are the real deal. Pale, hard, handsome, and oh-so-lethal. In fact, the first vampire I'd ever met was in Merlotte's tonight, using his dark eyes and a swift wave of the finger to call me for another TruBlood.

I took in Bill's appearance while I was heating up his blood in the microwave. He was dressed in a fine pale blue dress shirt and some nice dark slacks. His disheveled brown-black hair was strew strategically on his head as his eyes focused on something distant. If I hadn't known better, I'd of thought he was frozen, like one of those life-like statues in a museum. But then again, if I'd of thought better years ago, I would have stayed clear of him that first night he came into Merlotte's, if only to avoid the constant threat of danger that only ever since had gotten me beaten up.

As I approached his table with a hot B positive, I accidentally bumped into Arlene, the other waitress, with a full order of burgers and fries for my brother and his rowdy friends, with the exception of that lovable Hoyt. She gasped, completely horrified and disgusted, and shot me a nasty glare. I thought about showing her my dirty look as well, but then thought of Gran and how she said to kill your enemies with kindness. I knew that worked on some people, but I had my doubts that it would help with Supes. Instead, I mumbled a nonchalant "sorry" as I didn't want to deal with the Fellowship of the Sun crap tonight, and continued without fault towards Bill's booth.

I slid the TruBlood down and refused to look at his face, fearing a deep rage and quite possibly a longing, might arise from those dark depths he called eyes.

"Sookie," he mumbled, his voice raspy as if he'd forgotten how to speak. I decided to ignore him and his oddly sexy voice. He wasn't going to ruin my night. My eyes shifted to the clock again. Damn, fifth-teen more minutes still. I turned back to pick up the next order Terry had ready, when a felt a firm and cold hand grasped my arm in a iron lock. Hissing as if the contact had caused me physical pain, (emotional was definitely present though) I met Bill's desperate face with my icy blue eyes.

"Let go, Bill," I managed, anger spread from my gut to my throat, making me sound crazed as I growled. I never felt so animalistic, and I knew Quinn would approve, but it was this monster who had provoked the rage within me. I now thought anger would be my only emotion toward Bill from now on.

"Sookie, please. Just listen I-" he began, but before he finished, his eyes shifted and I felt a warmth behind me.

"Is there a problem here, Sook?" asked a tense Sam. I was glad he appeared out of nowhere, but that doesn't mean he didn't surprise me. I jumped a bit when I heard his voice, and Bill instantly dropped his hold on my arm, fearing a confrontation in a crowded room.

I looked from Bill's frustrated expression to Sam's curious and intense face, and spat, "Mr. Compton was just leaving," then, turned on my heel to pick up the next order. When I turned around with a plate of wings, I looked toward Bill's booth to find it empty, with just a empty bottle of blood. No tip. God, I hated that vamp!

Sam was still standing in place, chewing on his bottom lip and looked to me with pained expression. I gave him a warning look and carried on with my orders.

I tried not to think about Bill's deception towards me on both accounts. His affair with that bitch maker of his, Lorena, and his arrangement with the Vampire Queen of Louisiana. I had enjoyed killing Lorena, even though I consider myself a christian woman (bad though, but smart at survival) but when I discovered that Bill was commanded to earn my trust so Sophie-Anne could use my "gift", I was beyond upset. Never had I been so ashamed of someone and myself at the same time. Ashamed that the first man I loved failed me and ashamed that I believed him and gave him my everything. Oh, man, this was gonna be a long night.

Thankfully, my inner turmoil had distracted me long enough, and it was finally time for me to untie my apron and get my stowed-away purse. While I was crouched down by Sam's desk, my shifter boss appeared in the doorway, leaning on it in a relaxed manner, yet everything else about him screamed not so calm. He glanced down at me and I rose carefully up, pulling my purse on my shoulder, ready to leave.

"Sook, you know I'm always here to talk if ya ever need me. I know you've had a lot going on since you went to that Vampire Convention," he spoke hesitantly, choosing his words carefully, "but maybe you should take a day or two off. Really, it might do ya some good to get some rest or go shopping or something," he finished, hoping he didn't sound forceful. He was thinking that I might think he was being sexist.

Strangely, I stiffed a short giggle and smiled slightly at him. "No, Sam. I'm good. I just really need to get away from everything right now, but work is not so much a bother. Really, I can handle it," I said, though truthfully, I could use a day off.

He looked at me not convinced, but decided to wave it off. His body eased up and he let out a sigh. "Okay, chere, just call me if ya decide you do want tomorrow off. I won't think no different of you. Maybe I'll send Dean around," he smiled warmly to me and I returned it genuinely.

As a true shifter, Sam can turn into any warm-blooded animal at any given time, but of course, full moons were unavoidable. Sam usually shifted into a collie I named Dean. I let him sleep in my house sometimes, but not in my room because Sam wakes up naked, and that's just weird.

I thanked him again and headed out the back to go to my car. The hot Louisiana night was just beginning, and I mentally scanned the parking lot for any signs of brain activity, both human and supernatural. When I heard nothing but insects buzzing, I got into my car and headed for Hummingbird Rd. For some reason, I couldn't drive down this road without thinking about a very nearly naked vampire running in fear towards my house. It was times like these when I missed him.

The "My Eric", of course. The "cursed" Eric who had very nearly loved me, and pleasured me, and confided in me for a few weeks before the Witch War, back when he had offered to give up everything, including his involvement in vampire politics for me. My Eric was possibly the best thing in my entire life, but he was also a lie.

The now Eric was back to being manipulative, vicious, tricky, and sex-crazed as ever, except, I had notice a instability when it came to emotions. Eric for one, didn't possess emotions, and the fact that lately he had so many scared me, and his child/second-in-command, Pam. We both noticed a change in him since the curse was lifted, and now that he remembers every, single detail of his time spent with me in my home and bed, he's been nothing but unbearable since.

But, despite the longing of rushing into those strong and magnificent arms, I had consider my heart and self-pride. Eric had tricked me (no surprise there) into a blood bond and a vampire marriage. I had not consented to either, yet when I came home from that horrible bombing in Rhodes, that was exactly what I had. I feel Eric's every emotion when he's near to me, and I was sure he could sense mine. It was worse than reading his mind because he would use his lusty and eager emotions to alter mine, and it had all but nearly worked. But that was going to end soon.

I wasn't certain that the blood bond could go away completely, but I was sure that it had to fade a bit, right? I mean, Eric and I hadn't had each others blood in almost two months, so just as the vampire blood effects left my body, so would the bond? And there had to be a way to annul the "marriage", not that I considered it a real marriage anyway. Shoot, no one had asked me to marry them (not counting My Eric) especially not a vamp, so why did I find myself into one? Victor Madden, the King of Louisiana's representative and minion, desired me for use of the King and himself.

Now, I know I probably don't stand much of a chance with a big ol' vampire like him, but I didn't need Eric to come and marry me to save me. I was sure there was another way that didn't involve total submission and emotional reading. Yet, Eric was just being Eric, and scooped himself a bride in a makeshift shotgun wedding. And guess who was the bride?

I sighed deeply, in frustration and ache. The soreness of my feet was starting to really hurt, and I couldn't wait to soak my feet and maybe watch a chick-flick with Amelia. Lord knows I needed a friend right now to keep me solid. I pulled into my driveway, leaving thoughts about Eric there in the hot night, and got out to go inside. Even though my house is old, I had recently put in an air conditioner that cooled off like an iced-cold lemonade on a hot day. It was nice to come home to after sweating bullets in the heat, and I had tipped Terry well for installing it in my house.

I tossed my purse on the table and searched for the water basin I kept under the sink. Huh, not there. Amelia probably didn't know it was there, but I was sure she'd could have used it for one of her spells or something. Instead, I retreated to the bathroom to draw up a nice warm bath to soak my feet. I stripped down before getting in, as I didn't want to wet my clothes and was gonna take a quick shower after. The soak was nice and soothing. I used a herb that Amelia had "brewed", which was said to relieve stress and enhance your desires. The only desire I had right now was some chocolate ice cream and a Meg Ryan movie with my best friend.

As I laid my head against the wall and closed my eyes, I heard a cry from above. I scanned Amelia's thoughts and heard her clearly.

No...no, God. Oh. Don't...

Her thoughts were incoherent and I was sure she was in trouble. As I threw my pink fuzzy robe on quickly, I picked up on a mental hole. Vampire. There was a vampire in my house and they were trying to kill my friend. Aw shit.

I looked around desperately for some kind of weapon and found only a box of matches. I didn't want my house to burn down (again) but the fire might come and serve as a distraction long enough to resend the vamp's invitation. It wasn't a good plan, but it was all I had.

Very slowly, I crept out the door and up the stairs, hoping, if it was possible, to surprise the unwanted guest. I tiptoed through the hallway until I reached Amelia's cracked door. I peeked inside but only saw the nightstand. I heard her again, crying out in agony, and then a piercing scream. I couldn't wait much longer or my witch friend would be dead. With a quick breath, I burst the door open and lit the match, and surveyed the scene before me. The vamp had Amelia pinned to the bed. Naked.

"Are you enjoying the show?" spoke a lustful female voice of a true vampire, Pam. She raised her neat brows up in inclination and a soft, yet naughty smirk claimed her swollen pink lips. Her hair was everywhere, which reminded me of how a real wild animal would look, yet Pam was not one for untidiness. Her long pale arms were around Amelia's waist and a perfectly manicure hand was stroking my friend's breast.

I shivered in shock and bit my lip hard. I had came in expecting a crazed vampire and a scared witch, and instead, was witnessing horny Pam and Amelia fucking here in my house. I didn't know what to say, but I couldn't move a muscle.

Pam stared back at me with desire in her eyes, while Amelia roared out more cries of frustration, very unaware of my presence. Her face scrunched in an overwhelming gasp and she reached out a hand to push Pam's face back into her open legs.

My face was hot. I could not breathe. I was like walking into your older brother and his girlfriend, then wanting to get a shacked up with someone yourself. Only, this was my former lover's child and my best friend, and I didn't know what I wanted.

Pam used her super speed to fuck Amelia with her fingers and bit down on her swollen nipple, extracting a some blood with the bite, as it dripped down along her perky breasts. Amelia arched up slightly and cried out Pam's name before convulsing into a heated orgasm. She rode the long wave and fell back onto the bed, sweat dripping from her forehead and an arm laid out above her. While she tried to stabilize her breathing, Pam looked at me again, blood smeared on the corners of her mouth, curious as to why I remained in the room so long. I asked myself the same question.

The vampire looked at my outfit with an amused expression. I didn't need to read her mind to know what she was thinking, yet she spoke anyway. "Now, now, Sookie. Peeking will cost you. Come," she commanded in a rough yet tantalizing tone. I couldn't move if I wanted to. I just stared back into her intense eyes, admiring her predatory behavior.

At the mention of my name, Amelia's eyes shot open, and she turned her wild head of hair toward the doorway, taking me in with shock and embarrassment. "Sookie?" she exclaimed hoarsely, turning on her stomach to cover her naked form before me. She knew it was way too late for that.

I took a breath, and kept my eyes on the vampire, for she was the real threat. And if she wanted me in the bed, I was in deep trouble. Oh, boy, this was gonna be a long night.

Haha, sorry about the cliffy ending, but I have to ensure some mighty heated reviews before I continue. More sexiness to come!