A/N: OK so I know I've got four stories I've been trying to finish, but this idea came to me. I don't think this possibility has yet been covered. After reading please let me know if it has. Please don't kill me for beginning another story when I've already got so many. I hope that this idea meets with your approval. The first chapter is going to be described from Bill's POV, but that doesn't mean he's the main character exactly, just important.

Bill's POV:

I couldn't describe the exact mixture of feelings that wound their way through my system.

The meeting inside the church had gone well. I felt a small bit of relief that nobody had tried anything rash as that would only serve to set my cause back by quite a few years.

This small impoverished place is my home. The fertile land that I once reaped sustenance from was now the same dirt that I slept in. There was something poetic and sentimental about that. It was the first thing I tasted when I crawled out of the grave Lorena had dug for me.

After I had thoroughly recollected my life to the citizens of Bon Temps, they removed themselves from their seats to enjoy refreshments and some tidbits that a few of the older ladies had specially prepared for the occasion.

I took in the milling about of the people around me.

One younger woman silently crunched away at a chocolate chip cookie with both hands. It was rather reminiscent of the way a rodent would eat and it would be terribly funny if she hadn't been simultaneously eye-fucking me.

Somebody had opened up the front door of the church to let in a little night air. I was quite thankful for this change as the combined odors of all present were a constant barrage to my senses. I had drunk two True Bloods before I arrived, but the hammering pulses were starting to call to me. I couldn't stay here any longer.

Mrs. Stackhouse had left almost a half hour ago so there weren't any other acquaintances left. I really would need to find some way to thank her for allowing me the chance to tell my story. I had sensed an upward trend on my approval ratings in Bon Temps. I was now seen as not just a vampire, but a dedicated soldier, a husband, a father, a friend. I couldn't really agree with the kind face that they saw.

It was all just some façade. While I had tried desperately to hold onto my humanity, I had done horrible things because at the time I thought it might be fun. My appetite had only recently stabilized in the last decades. I could go without blood for a week if I had to.

Even after the great revelation, it may become necessary to go on the run again. Things are never as stable as they seem.

As pleased as I was by the acceptance of most of the gathered party, there was only one that I fervently sought to win over: Sookie Stackhouse. There was certainly something about the bar maid that caused her to be entirely alluring without even trying. The taste of her blood wasn't the only factor in my attraction to her. It certainly helped I must say, but she was pure, fiery, sweet. These were qualities that made me want to corrupt her. I wanted to possess her.

The fact that she had decided to avoid me has made my job very difficult. The queen demanded that I groom her to be an obedient pet. That could be a very lengthy process. I didn't doubt that this stubborn little Southern Belle would fight me tooth and nail to remain independent. I don't look forward to breaking her, but it will have to be done.

I bitterly considered how well I had learned how to break someone by the way Lorena had broken me. She deprived me of my family and made me dependent on her. She tortured me if I was disobedient and I came to I truly hate her. Something inside me did not want to bridle and break Sookie's spirit, but in the end I feared Sophie-Anne's retribution far more than I did that of some woman I barely knew.

I would have to consider every angle. I must continue to try wooing her as that may be the only way to earn her trust. I hoped for both our sakes that she would succumb to my advances before I have to resort to rash measures.

Sookie could not be turned because her gift might not make the transition. As much as I desired her, I did not wish to burden myself with creating a bond between us. I was filled with enough self-loathing without needing to feel anybody else loathing me. I also didn't want her to know my emotions as it would be a strain to keep up the charade.

I drove back to my home in silence, wishing for some peace to collect my thoughts and formulate a plan. Perhaps I had not thoroughly ruminated on the benefits of a blood bond with Sookie? It would be fairly easy to make her acquiesce to my wishes and I would have a legitimate claim on her. To have such a fine vintage at my disposal nightly would be lovely, not to mention the fact that it was virginal. Furthermore, Sophie Anne would have to keep me near her, as my well being would be closely tied to that of her asset's. Anything that happened to me could potentially harm Miss Stackhouse.

I could feel a smile start to form on my face at the look of absolute consternation that my queen would give me when I brought Sookie to court as my bonded.

Yes, there could be some drawbacks, but I was starting to see that it was a wise decision in order to keep my place in vampire hierarchy cemented.

I was turning onto Hummingbird Lane when I saw an unfamiliar truck parked in the trees. I pulled over and stepped out of the car to listen for anybody nearby. The moment I sampled the air I could smell the overwhelming scent of blood. Though from this distance it was impossible to know whose blood it was. I chided myself internally at the possibility that Sookie had been attacked yet again, even if it did serve as an opportunity to give her more of my blood. I ran at vampire speed to reach the house in time to hear her scream. Sookie stood at the entrance to her kitchen, sobbing uncontrollably. As soon as I stood next to her I could see why.

Adele Stackhouse lay in a crumpled heap on the linoleum floor, the pool of blood quickly growing around her. It had been a recent attack as I could sense the small flicker of life in her, though her eyes were already unseeing.

Sookie grabbed hold of me and cried on my shirt. "Bill", she blubbered between great gulps of air. I held her close and ran my fingers through her blonde tresses. She started to calm down a little so she could talk.

"Bill, Gran's dead." I shook my head and Sookie's head snapped up to meet my eyes.

"She's not dead yet?" I nodded my head once. "Yes, but I would say she has a minute maybe two at most left. Her pulse is slowing down."

Sookie looked to the woman she held dearest on the floor then back to me with a look of determination and hope. "Can you save her?"

"Sookie, with the blood she's lost, it might turn her." I held her shoulders away from me, trying to make Sookie understand the consequences.

"I don't care . . . please just save her." Without any further prompting I knelt next to Adele Stackhouse, carefully cradling her body in my lap while I bit my wrist. I brought it to her lips and began to pour the first draught into her mouth. I could feel her heartbeat speed up once again as she started to come back to life. I reopened the wound on my wrist and put it back to her waiting lips. She opened her eyes, fear and recognition quickly passing through them.

Seconds later, her eyes closed as I could feel her heartbeat slow once more. She took her last breath and I whispered silently, "I'm sorry Adele." I held her close, hoping that she would forgive me someday for what I had done.

A/N: Soooo, I'm guess I'm feeling a little bit sheepish at this point. I would really appreciate some reviews to reassure me I'm not insane for doing this. Next chapter will be Adele's POV. Love, PIP.