(This is my first True Blood fan fic so I hope that it is thoroughly up to par. I'm aiming for at least 60,000 words and possibly more so if you aren't up for that then you shouldn't start reading this. This story will be slightly A/U but not too far from the original. Bear with me through grammatical errors considering that I currently have no BETA. If you want to take the position please let me know. Thanks and happy reading!

-Raea)

Chapter 1

Friendly Neighborhood Vampire

Sookie rolled over in bed, her blonde locks falling in Tara's face. The other woman swatted at them, shoving Sookie over about a foot until she tumbled unceremoniously on the floor.

"Tara!" Sookie whined groggily, crawling back onto the double bed.

"Oh, damn it, I'm sorry, Sookie! This fucking bed is too small!" Tara sat up with much difficulty, scooting until her feet hit the floor. "I'm sleeping on the couch. See you in the mornin'," she shuffled loudly down the stairs, knocking into things with 'shit's and 'damn's all the way to the inky black living room.

Sookie couldn't help but smile as she snuggled into her covers, eyes closing for hopefully the rest of the night.

Bill was teaching Jessica about self control once he'd found out about her late night escapades, explaining to Sookie that he wouldn't be able to have her over for a few nights. Sookie completely understood whether she liked it or not, and decided to invite Lafayette to spend the night with she and Tara.

Lafayette had been stepped on as Tara had made her way downstairs and was currently attempting to make his way into the bathroom to sleep in the tub. He moaned something about ignorant niggers and slammed the door behind himself, leaving Sookie to snicker quietly to herself in the dark.

She loved her friends and now that things were quieting down in Bon Temps she was beginning to enjoy herself a bit more than usual.

The next morning Sookie woke to loud knocking on her door. She slid groggily out of bed, jerked on her robe, and waddled down the stairs.

She peered out the peephole, her eyes meeting the face of an average height, muscular man with short black hair and brilliant green eyes. He looked official and she cursed herself for coming to the door in a bathrobe.

"Hello," the young man greeted her, his expression solemn. "My name is Carter Kindle. I'm with the National Vampire Medical Association. We have been informed that you are dating a vampire made in the civil war period. Is this correct?" Carter patiently awaited her answer, twidling his thumbs.

"Yes, sir," Sookie answered, her brow furrowing as she wondered what exactly this man was doing on her porch.

"Well," he began, "we have found that the vampires created in that time period have been passing along-" he paused, swatting irritably at attacking mosquitos.

"Would you like to come in?" Sookie offered, hoping that he'd decline. He nodded quickly and followed her inside, walking closely behind her into the kitchen. After offering him a seat she poured them both a cup of coffee before sitting down as well.

"As I was saying," Carter stirred his coffee absently, "we have found that these vampires are passing genes through semen and vaginal fluid into their... Mates bodies which end up in the blood stream," he squirmed uncomfortably before continuing, "these genes mutate after a time and form attachments to human DNA which cause vampire like symptoms in the infected human."

"So your telling me there is an era specific virus that is mutating human blood in vampire blood?" Sookie's eyes widened.

"Well yes, in common terms," Carter sipped his coffee.

"Wonderful," Sookie huffed, sitting back in her chair. Her hazel eyes wandered the room, contemplating her next question. "This means that I will become a vampire?"

"Not necessarily. It only causes mutations in certain people with certain blood types. That's why we need to test your blood," he pulled his medical bag onto the table, extracting alcohol pads, vials, and a rather thick needle.

"Oh, no no no no no!" Sookie stood bolt up from her chair.

"Please cooperate so that you know if you are safe, ma'am," Carter pleaded.

"I don't go for needles," Sookie shook her head with surprising vigor, stepping back a bit from the table.

"It won't hurt a bit," the young man assured her, also standing from the table.

"Can I just go to a legitimate hospital to have this little procedure done?" Sookie swallowed hard.

"If you wish," Carter nodded, tucking away his medical supplies.

"Great. I think it's time for you to go now," she ushered him toward the door, opened it, shoved him out, and shut it with unnecessary vigor.

After locking herself in she went to wake Tara, shaking the woman until her eyes popped open.

"What the hell?" Tara yawned out, sitting up slowly.

"We need to talk. I have a problem."

(Hope you enjoyed. It's a bit shorter than I intended for the first chapter but they will get longer as I go on. Please review. -Raea)