A/N: Alright so this is my first time doing an actual fanfic on the website. First and foremost I would like to thank my creative beta camp30. She motivated me to even try this and hopefully it wasn't a waste of time and somebody finds entertainment out of it. Enjoy.

SPOV

As a telepathic waitress I was surprised when I couldn't hear the thoughts of the man that just walked into Merlotte's. As he sits at one of my tables he gives me this look and I immediately rush to take his order.

The words that come out of my mouth are delivered perhaps a bit too energetically. "Good evening, welcome to Merlotte's! What can I get for you?"

There goes crazy Sookie rambling off at the mouth again. I bet she wishes she could jump that vampire's bones.

I look to the direction of the comment and see that Mrs. Fortenberry is staring rather rudely in my direction. Nosey bitch. Wait, vampire?

"Hello. I'll just have one of those true bloods, if you have them here," the mystery vampire says with a leer.

I go to grab a true blood for him and while I heat it up I notice that he's still leering at me in a kind of creepy way. I hand him the true blood nonetheless, finding it really weird that I can't hear his thoughts.

"Thank you. My name is Bill Compton," he says while still leering.

"I'm Sookie Stackhouse. I hope you enjoy your drink. We just got those in last week."

"It's very nice to meet you Sookie. I know that this is a bit forward, but would you be willing to accompany me on a date tomorrow night?"

It took everything in me for my jaw not to drop. I barely know him, and he dares to ask me out so quickly? However, it has been years since I've gone on a date. AND he's not bombarding me with inappropriate thoughts.

I didn't really think about my wording before replying "I work 12 to 8 tomorrow. If you could give me an hour or so to go home and get ready, then I'd be more than willing. What do you have in mind?"

"How about we go bowling? I know a place in Shreveport called Fangtasia. It's a bowling alley and a bar," he offered.

"Sounds interesting," I reply. "I haven't been bowling in years. I'm looking forward to it."

"As am I," replies Bill. "I'm going to get going, but thank you for your kind service."

He gets up, drops a $50 onto the table and walks out.

BPOV

What the hell? She didn't respond to my attempts at glamouring her. I'll try again tomorrow night when I have her alone. I can't wait to see Eric's face when I walk in with her. She smells delectable, and those breasts are amazing.

I take out my Blackberry and press "6" on the speed dial.

"Sophie Ann speaking. What's the update?"

"Task one accomplished. I have made a date for tomorrow night. We're going to Fangtasia," I respond.

"Of all fucking places, why there? So you can throw her around in the sheriff's face? Make NO mistake here, Compton. I intend to secure the girl for my own. Did you get a demonstration of her abilities on this night?"

"Nothing concrete, but I did catch her looking angrily at a woman who was also looking back just as intently. I suspect that woman was thinking unfavorable things and Sookie heard them. I didn't ask because I want her to become more comfortable with me before my inquiries."

"Why didn't you just glamour her and get the answers I want?"

"I tried many times, your majesty. She is immune. I will have to get the information out of her the old fashion way," I reply.

"Fine. But I need not remind you the consequences should you fail me."

The line went dead.

SPOV

I wake up excited about my date tonight with Bill the vampire. That leering thing that he was doing last night was kind of creepy, but I'm not going to be picky. We'll go bowling tonight and hopefully have a good time. You've got to think optimistic, right?

A delightful smell comes from down the stairs as I climb out of the shower and put my work uniform on.

"Mmmmm grilled cheese sandwiches, thank you Gran."

"Anytime sweetie, have a great day at work."

"After work I'm going on a date with a vampire named Bill. He's kind of weird, but I'm excited because it's been a while since I've gone on a date."

"Just be careful sweetie. If it turns out to be something, I'd love to meet him."

"Of course Gran. See you later," I respond, while giving her a hug and peck on the cheek.

I go through the mundane tasks of working at Merlotte's and manage to get through the day with very few issues.

My car is a piece of shit but it's done its job and gotten me to and from work safely for the past 2 years. However, on this particular night it decides to break down on my way home. I end up walking the rest of the way and to my surprise; Bill is standing on my porch when I arrive. No leer this time.

"My car broke down, that's why I'm late," I say.

"Well at least you're ok and made it back safely." Bill says as he steps forward.

"Would you like to come in and wait while I get ready?" I offer.

"Sure," he responds smoothly.

He comes inside behind me and my Gran is sitting right on the couch waiting for us.

"Bill, this is my Gran," I say playing hostess.

"Very nice to meet you," Bill politely says.

I leave Bill and my Gran to their conversation as I run upstairs and hop into the shower. I pull on a cute white dress with purple flowers. Nothing flashy, it's just bowling.

When I come into the living room, Bill immediately stands and holds out his hand. I can see that he is satisfied with my choice of attire. Seeing as my car is out of commission, he drives us to Shreveport.

"So tell me about yourself," Bill says as he speeds down the highway.

"Well you already know that I work at a bar. My Gran has raised me since I was a child. I have an older brother named Jason, and my favorite color is purple. What about you?"

Eric POV

I wiped the bar off and scowled as I plucked a piece of gum from the underside of the wood. Some disrespectful breather had slipped it on when the bartender hadn't been looking. There is no time right now to track them down but if there were, oh how they would pay. A wicked smile crosses my face as I lean forward to fire my newest waitress. I beckon her with two fingers.

"Approach," I snap.

As she does, her vapid brown eyes stare vacantly at me "Yes Master?"

"You do not have the privilege of calling me that. Furthermore, your waitress abilities are subpar, and I can no longer stand the sight of you fumbling through yet another order, or even bare to hear the sound of another glass being broken due to your lack of sight."

She opens her mouth as if to say something but I hold up my hand.

"Pick up your last check from Ginger."

I swiftly walk away and into my office. The windows are double panel glass; and while nobody can see in, I can see out. I watch a young vampire from my area, Bill, walk inside with some delicious arm candy. He couldn't possibly have thought that he'd just stroll in here with someone as sweet smelling as her and not attract my attention. How foolish. My eyes rake up and down that sexy white dress with purple flower patterns. I'm instantly hard. Let's see if Bill knows how to properly entertain a date. My guess is most likely not. Fortunately for her, this night might not turn out so bland afterall. A smile sneaks across my face and my fangs drop.

Bill POV

I pull up to Fangtasia and park the car. Then I vamp to the passenger side of the car and open the door for my "date." I place my hand on the small of her back and lead her inside. I stroll up to the bar and order a Trueblood, then look down at her and ask what she would like. She orders a long island iced tea.

I pick up the salt and pepper shakers and season my drink to make it more palatable to me. I look over, and see Sookie with her brow arched.

"That looks disgusting," she says.

"It is." I'd rather snack on you.

As we're sipping our drinks, the owner of the place makes his presence known. Eric looks Sookie up and down seductively as he approaches us from behind the bar. He picks up a filthy rag, and rather than wiping off the counter, wipes it over my hand. Asshole.

Then he tosses the rag into the garbage and smirks.

"So Bill, how goes it?" he asks in a facetious tone.

SPOV

I'm sitting here drinking my long island, watching Bill drink this disgusting looking drink. If he thinks he's getting a good night kiss with those lips then he's delusional.

Suddenly, this 6'5 handsome blond vampire comes behind the bar and wipes a dirty rag over Bill's hand. The part of my mind that's not checking him out thinks that's rude. He asks Bill a question in French which of course I don't know because I took Russian in high school. They continue to have a private conversation for a minute or two before Bill turns to me and smiles.

"I have to go to Eric's office for a few minutes to discuss some important matters and then we will bowl, okay?" he says.

"Alright, sounds fun" I reply.

I plan on waiting for their return and enjoying the rest of my drink. However, shortly after they leave, my phone rings. It's my best friend Tara. I decide to take the phone outside to not be rude. My Gran taught me that it's rude to talk on the phone in front of others.

As soon as I step outside I'm punched in the head from behind. My phone falls out of my hand and clatters onto the ground. While falling, I'm frantically attempting to see who my attacker is.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? I saw the way Eric was looking at you. It was ME that went to bed with him last night, and YOU'RE not going to fuck it up for me, bitch," she screams in a high pitch voice.

She is one of those Arlene types with red dyed hair and hot pink lips. Part of my mind is wondering what the hell Eric was doing with this skank. But the other part is freaking out as she advances on me quickly and proceeds to gouge out my throat with her high heel.

My surroundings slowly start to fade away into black.

Expect an update at least twice a week, camp30 writes every single day so I know she's going to stay on me to keep this story going. Make sure you check out her stories as well. The Capture of Sookie Stackhouse I guarantee you is unlike anything you've ever seen before on the site. Reviews are encouraged as I need my liquid crack to stay stimulated.

Kay