A/N: So recently I've been reading lots of Eric and Sookie fanfics (especially ones by my newest fave author afalcone10 totally check out her stories Behind the Music, Score!, and Dead to Your World, absolutely fantastic) and I got to thinking, what would have to happen to make a non telepathic Sookie and the same viking Eric we all know and love get together? and this idea grew and festered like a dream decayed and turned into this four page spiel (I know it doesnt look that big but trust me it is lol) so here you go, review please if for no other reason than to say you mispelled pams last name (though i googled that one to make sure) I'm a younger writer so cut me some slack and enjoy lol, more chapters to follow :)

-SoUnseelie

"Sookie, sweetheart you ave a phone call." Gran's warm voice called from the kitchen. I could just see the edge of her night gown from my spot on the couch in the living room. I slowly got up, confused and pondering who could be calling past nine on a Wednesday night. I paused my movie and made my way towards the kitchen. Gran's smiling face greeted me, her silvery hair pulled back in a braid and her blue eyes twinkling. "It's a young man." She whispered, winking.

I shook my head at her antics, grinning all the same. "Hello?" I answered, speaking into the receiver.

"Hi, this is Pam Ravenscroft from Fangtasia." A low voice responded. It was clearly not a male, maybe someone else had taken the phone, and she was obviously bored out of her mind. I had never heard of Fangtasia before, but it sounded like it had something to do with vampires. I briefly wondered if I was talking to an actual vampire before she started speaking again. "I'm looking for a Sookie Stackhouse."

"This is she."

"Your brother, Jason Stackhouse, had your number first in his phone." She said by way of explanation. I was still very confused. "He's been here at the bar for about an hour now and he's very intoxicated. Too drunk to drive. Our human staff suggested we call his kin."

Now I definitely knew I was talking to a vampire, I also knew that Jason had gone and done something stupid. It wasn't the first time.

"I'll come pick him up. I'm sorry, whats the address?" I motioned for writing utensils and Gran quickly obliged her eyebrows raised high in a questioning gesture.

"It's in Shreveport, off the highway and right between the Toys 'R' Us and the shopping plaza. Do you need the address or will that be enough?" She demanded. I thought it was mighty rude she couldn't just give the actual address at first, but her description of the location was much more helpful. I had been to the Toys 'R' Us before to pick up presents for Arlene's kids and vaguely remembered how to get there, and now that I thought about I might remember the darkened bar from my trip.

"I'll be there as soon as possible. Can you please cut him off if you haven't already?"

"Sure." The line went dead and I stared a the phone blankly for a few seconds. How atrociously rude.

"So?" Gran asked, her expression eager.

I shook my head. "I've got to go pick Jason up from some vampire bar."

Her expression darkened with worry. "Oh, I hope he's alright. That boy is such trouble!"

It took awhile to get from Bon Temps to Shreveport, mostly considering how I had been dressed similarly to Gran in my own pjs and had to throw on a pair of jeans and the first t-shirt I found, a Bon Temps football team shirt I was pretty sure had been Jason's in a past life. I arrived at the bar shocked to see the line that drifted out the front door and down along the side of the building. I knew that since the vampires had come out that there had been certain people eager to please the vampires and experience them, but this was just crazy. As I walked towards the back of the line I took in the huge amount of flesh and leather that was on display. Most of the females were wearing way too much make-up and some had garish looking bite marks marring their pale necks. I certainly didn't fit in what so ever, and the looks I was getting said I wasn't welcome.

I ignored the stares and made it to the front of the line and was greeted by a gorgeous woman with amazingly straight, pale blond hair and faded blue eyes. Her outfit wasn't much better than that of the people behind and in front of me but it looked much better on her.

She gave me a once over, her eyes trailing up and down my body making me highly uncomfortable and uneasy. I shifted from foot to foot and she finally started speaking. "I.D.? And the cover charge is five dollars." I immediately recognized her voice.

"I'm sorry Miss Ravenscroft, but I'm Sookie Stackhouse. I'm here to pick up my brother?" I seriously hoped she'd remember and let me in because I had brought just enough money for the gas to get home and that was it.

"My, My Sookie you are just as beautiful as your brother. Follow me." She motioned to someone inside the bar and started walking away. I ignored how weird her comment was and followed behind, hoping to get out of here quickly.

Inside was like nothing I had ever seen before. I worked as a waitress at Merlotte's Bar and Grill and this bar was so different from that, that it practically stunned me for a second. Everything was shade of red, grey or black. There was a dance floor in the center with professional dancers on raised platforms. The walls were covered in posters of movie vampires, and behind the gleaming black bar on one side of the wall was Fangtasia merchandise. What really caught my attention though as we weaved through the scowling, leather clad, crowd was a raised dais where, what appeared to be a gold throne sat. I gawked at my surroundings and when we reached Jason's slumped over form at the bar I didn't think I could take much more surprises tonight.

Jason look like shit. And I mean that in the kindest way possible. His eyes were glazed over and his stained Bon Temps road crew shirt was glued to him with sweat. "Sookie!" He moaned and exclaimed at the same time. "Dawn said this place was amazing, she said that vampires were just so amazing, and sex with vampires was amazing. I didn't wanna come Sooks, but I did it for Dawn and we got here and she just left me. Can you believe that Sookie? She just left with some tattooed vamper. " He was rambling and I knew I had to stop him before he insulted one of the vampires. Pam was already giving hi the stink eye.

"It'll be alright Jason. I'm gonna take you home okay? Can you stand up?" I stuck an arm under his to support his torso, internally wincing at the sweat. Soon he was standing up and Pam escorted us out. Just as we reached my car Jason stopped and shouted. "Stop! Sooks I left my wallet in there. I don't know where my wallet is!" Shaking my head I got him seated in the car and promised to go back inside.

Pam was once again at the door and arched a perfect eyebrow at me. "He forgot his wallet." I said by way of explanation and she let me in, this time leaving me to fend for myself.

I noticed immediately that the throne was now occupied- by a god. I didn't know much about men, had never really been with one excepting a disturbing situation when I was very young that left me pretty scarred, and I had never really been attracted to a man, but this guy certainly had my breath coming quicker. Long blond hair that might have been the same color as mine cascaded down his shoulders, his perfectly toned shoulders that were showed off like prize poodles in his blank tank top- only a lot less silly. His eyes were a piercing blue and sat in a chiseled face. And he was tall, his long legs seemed to stretch out forever before him as he propped them crossed at the ankles.

For a second I forgot about Jason's wallet. I forgot what my damn name was. Then I regained my senses and scurried away from his piercing gaze, back over the the bar to scan the ground and black surface for the beaten brown wallet. There was nothing there, I even squatted down to check beneath the other seats. The bartender was my next stop, but he was located at the other end of the bar talking to a bunch of the scantily clad females who were leaning forward enough to put their boobs on perfect display. I figured he'd be occupied for awhile and slumped down in the seat that Jason had previously occupied, not at all happy with the way my night was going.

"Can I help you with something?" A deep bass voice asked. I looked up, shocked to see the golden god had come down from his throne and deigned to talk to me.

"Oh, no, it's no trouble. I'm just looking for my brother, Jason,'s wallet. I came to pick him up and he seems to have lost it. I was just waiting on the bartender." I blurted, sure I sounded like a lunatic with my sorta fast crazy babble.

His eyebrow raised up and I wondered if that was a talent all vampires were required to learn. "Longshadow." He called, only slightly raising his voice. Suddenly the bartender was in front of me, his long brown hair and oddly tan-yet pale skin different from the other vampires I had seen so far.

"Yes Sher- Master." Longshadow answered, stumbling in a way that I didn't think vampires capable of up to this point.

"Can you please help this young woman. I'm sure she has places she'd much rather be than waiting on you to decided which fangerbanger to fuck tonight." I was shocked at how politely and aloofly he made such a comment, not to mention I was still absorbing the Master remark.

"No, no, no, it's not a problem I swear." I quickly interjected, not wanting to anger any one, especially either of the vampires in front of me.

I could practically hear Longshadow grounding his teeth and he turned to me. "Nonsense, what can I help you with?" He questioned, his false manners grating against my proper southern belle nerves.

"I'm just looking for my brother's wallet. He was here a little while ago, looks like me, tan, blond, blue eyed. The wallet is brown, beat up, and probably has a driver's license in it that says Jason Stackhouse." I explained, if there was a sharp note in my voice, well he started it first, but I tried to maintain calm and polite through the whole spiel.

"It's behind the bar. Let me get it." His tone had that same dark note to it that I just didn't like as he walked off, back behind the bar to dig around.

I was left alone with the "Master".

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience." I said honestly.

"It's nothing. My name is Eric. I haven't seen you around before." He responded casually, I hoped I wasn't gawking at him. Was he flirting with me? Just a little bit?

"Sookie, Sookie Stackhouse." I replied blushing a little and suddenly finding my plain white flip flops very intresting.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Stackhouse. I hope we can see each other again under more pleasant circumstances." I looked up in time to see the devilish grin on his face before it disappeared as Longshadow returned.

"Here you go." Longshadow said abruptly, shoving Jason's wallet in my hands. I nodded my head and thanked both men before turning and making my escape. I don't think I breathed till I was past Pam at the door and out to my car. Jason was passed out, so I had the whole drive back home to contemplate what just happened.