I am still working on Glamour Proof, but this story was rambling around in my head and would not stop. I decided I better just get it out of my head. I am not sure how many chapters it will end up being just yet. I hope you enjoy it! I have no beta, any mistakes are my own. All chapters are SPOV unless otherwise indicated.

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and now, One Night with the King...

Chapter 1

Waking up slowly I find myself to be very groggy. I have a killer headache and my mouth feels like it's filled with cotton because it's so dry. Blinking my eyes over and over, my vision is blurred but slowly clearing. My disability however, is very much intact and I find that there are 5 other women locked in this room with me, who are all unconscious.

Our tiny room of captivity is dark with only one faint light bulb glowing from the ceiling. There are no windows, wall décor, furniture or any other items that could remotely provide us with any form of comfort. The floor is bare cement, and is cold, but in the summer heat the chill is somewhat welcome. The door to the room doesn't let in any light around it; there is no doorknob or locking mechanism on this side.

I don't know about how the others got here, but I was taken against my will. The last thing I remember is leaving Merlotte's after work and driving home. Looking over myself, I find that I'm still wearing my work uniform of black short shorts, and a tight fitting white T-shirt. Thankfully my necklace is still around my neck. It is a different chain but it is the charm on it that means the most to me. It was the last gift my father gave me before he and my mother died in the flood when I was seven years old. The charm itself is just a simple little globe of the sun. My clothing seems to feel pulled and stretched out, which makes me wonder just what happened to me and how long I have been here. I feel dirty, my hair is a mess, and I would pay anyone for a toothbrush.

The only family around to worry about me is my brother, Jason. I only see him if he is hungry. He either stops by Merlotte's with the road crew, or raids my refrigerator unannounced. Thinking about Jason brings tears to my eyes. He wanders from so many of the ladies beds in Bon Temps that it could be a few days before anyone knows I am gone. I had three days off from work after trading shifts with Arlene and Holly, so Sam will never realize I am gone. At least I won't have to worry about Gran. She had a heart attack followed by a stroke which caused her death three years ago. Thankfully, she did not go through much pain, the stroke occurred while she slept one night and she just never woke up. The last three years without her have been a struggle. Some months I go without my phone so that I can eat. At least living out so far from town I don't have a water bill, I make use of the well water just fine. Gran and I never had cable either; we would rather listen to the radio or read. Most mornings Gran would spend time in either her vegetable or flower garden. The flowers around the old farm house have suffered since her passing, but I have made the vegetables flourish. That garden has saved me a bit on groceries when it is in season, so much so that I have even went and had a few fruit trees planted on the property to see if I can get those to produce for me as well.

Now that I feel a bit more awake, I reach out with my mind to figure out where I am. I learned at an early age I am not like everyone else. I can hear what people are thinking. Some people broadcast their thoughts as pictures, others as just their internal voice. A few, like Sam, are much more difficult and snarly to hear. The last night I worked before waking up here there were a few minds like that in the bar.

Sam seemed worried and watched the strangers like a hawk, but tried to look like nothing was wrong. Since I've worked there since I was 22, I can read Sam's body language better than most. Something was up that night – I guess now I know what. I just wonder if Sam knew they would follow me home and take me from the steps of my own home; if he did know why didn't he warn me or help me?

Right now I don't hear any voices or thoughts nearby. What I do pick up are a few voids moving about. That is odd. I have never experienced anything like that before. There are three of them. I am afraid to find out what they are so I won't move. Maybe I can will myself back to sleep. After a long while that's just what I did.

"Sookie… Sookie… Sookie…" I wake up to find Dawn, one of Jason's many conquests shaking me awake. "Vamps just took Maudette out of here! What are we gonna do? Where are we?" Dawn is on the verge of tears. She is usually very tough, beautiful, but tough. Dawn is a very tall brunette with legs that go on for days; whereas I am not even average height with long blonde hair. If there is anything that I am vain about, it is my hair. My eyes are blue, nothing outlandish about them. Any number of the guys in the area would love to get their hands on my chest. To me, my chest is just a source of agony that causes my back to ache after working a long shift at the bar. Wait… did she just say that vampires took Maudette?

"How can you be so sure that they were vampires? I mean, it's just that we've never had a vampire in Bon Temps, Dawn. They've been in the open for what – like ten years, and running the major power structures and political systems for longer than that probably… Why would they risk taking women away from their homes and families?" This just makes no sense at all. What am I missing? Surely the vampires would not seek to anger the general population this way. This will only bolster groups like the Fellowship of the Sun to gain more ground against the vampires.

Dawn rolls her eyes at me, "Seriously Sookie? Haven't you watched any of the state news lately? The King and Queen's marriage contract expires within the year. The vampires have been looking for and collecting various people to refill the royal donor lists for months now. Everyone in the states of Louisiana and Oklahoma has been on edge for quite a while now. It seems that the search has finally reached out little neck of the woods. Have you been living under a rock or something?" Apparently I have indeed been living under a rock. How have I not heard about any of this? Looking at the other girls here with Dawn and me, I can see why they might have been chosen. All of them with long hair, long legs and beautiful faces. I must have been taken by mistake; I mean besides my obvious differences in beauty and height, I am a 28 year old virgin. I could never please a vampire; I would never know what to do. It's one thing to see and hear things, but it is quite another to actually physically do them.

When I finally sit up I find myself very dizzy and soon blackout. Upon waking up I find myself in a much different room and laying on a soft surface. My disability allows me to find that I am not alone but with a snarled brain and one that sounds like the static on a radio. I feel myself being poked and prodded and finally a needle being placed into my arm.

"She is beginning to wake up finally. Quinn, time to explain to the girl what is going on. I can't have her fainting again due to neglect or shock. These girls are all dehydrated and have not eaten anything in days. Are the King's rules to be followed in such a manner as this? I don't believe he would find this at all acceptable. If they arrive weak they will be useless. Everyone knows of his voracious appetites." After this the needle is removed from my arm and I open my eyes to see a tiny woman at my side. She reminds me of a hobbit from The Lord of the Rings, but she isn't cute at all. "How do you feel girl? I have given you some fluids to help you feel better. My name is Doctor Ludwig. It appears as though you were drugged when brought here. I have made a report of that to Quinn, the King's day captain. I have also taken a few tubes of your blood to see if there is anything else I need to correct in your body. Have no fear, you are safe."

With that she collects her various items and leaves me alone with a very tall man. His brain reminds me of Sam and the strangers in the bar. He rises from a chair on the other side of the room and approaches me. On closer inspection he reminds me of Mr. Clean with a bald head, violet eyes, and muscles that are truly overwhelming. Upon taking a seat on the floor next to where I lay it seems as though he almost sniffs me. This just gets weirder and weirder. Nobody will ever believe me if I live to tell my tale of what is happening to me; first a hobbit and now Mr. Clean with an obsession of sniffing me.

"The manner in which you were brought here was not of my choosing. The men, who are responsible for your current state of ill health shall be punished, do not fear. My name is John Quinn, the King's day captain of security. The King has ordered me to find the loveliest ladies available to become blood donors for his up and coming bachelor days when his marriage contract expires with Oklahoma. He wants only those who have never been bitten by a vampire; do not use drugs, and who eat a healthy diet. The current donors are to be a gift to the Queen from the King. He wishes to only have donors from his loyal citizens of Louisiana." The King is very handsome; surely he would have no difficulty in getting volunteers to be donors. The very thought of being bitten brings my hand to my neck, where I feel that my beloved necklace is gone.

"What happened to my necklace that I always wear? It carried the last gift from my father before my parents died on it. I want it back. It's obvious that I am not the kind of quality donor that is being sought after; my physical attributes are nothing like the others I was with. Send me home." I know it is unlikely that my pleas will be granted, but a girl has to try. I then attempt to sit up and Mr. Clean helps me up. The room spins a little but I manage to stay upright. After a few slow deep breaths I begin to feel somewhat better. He hands me a bottle of chilled water, which I thank him for. It truly tastes delicious. While I am drinking he walks over to the table and brings over a box and places it in my lap.

"The chain was broken, so I ordered it to be replaced. The charm looks to be very old and rare. Do you know what is says on the back of it?" After taking a few more swallows of the water I look at him.

"I have no idea. My father told me it was an old family heirloom. He said that I should never take it off because it would help keep me safe… obviously that was wrong cause here I am. Is there anything to eat around here or a place to shower? I feel disgusting and am grossing myself out. How long have I been missing for?" I find myself on the verge of tears, which is bothersome because I don't think I can stand to lose any fluids, and I hate crying in front of strangers.

"To my best knowledge, you have been a guest here at the palace for a little over twenty-four hours, before that you were in transit for another thirty-six hours or so. Thankfully my men arrived at that dump you were in before Liam, Diane, and Malcolm had gotten to you. They made a mess of the girl called Maudette. This room is the common room for the prospective donors. The television is not connected to cable or anything but the home movie system. You will be able to watch any movie that you would like and you can listen to music on the sound system. I will take you to your room. You will share it with 3 other girls. It has a large bathroom attached with a small kitchenette, dining space and a very small seating area. You will find food, clothes, and anything you need there. If you find there are things that you would like, notify me or a member of my staff and we will take care of it. As the donors are disqualified, they will leave. I have every belief that you will be here for a very long time. I would get used to that idea if I were you." This sucks! I can tell by looking at him that he is very serious.

"What about my brother, my job, and my home! You can't just keep me here. I have a life in Bon Temps." Granted it's not much of a life, but it is mine all the same. Without answering me he opens a door and assists my inside and closes then locks the door with me inside. When I turn around I see that it is a room about the size of my living room and kitchen at home. Along one wall are bunk beds with four closets. On the opposite wall there are two doors, one leads to the bathroom and the other is locked. One of the lower beds is empty and I see that my name is on pillow, so we must have assigned beds. There is a robe and fresh pajamas on the bed. I pick up the items and wander off to find a shower. After that is done I will sleep. Food can wait a bit since I have no appetite and feel exhausted.

AN: Thanks for reading! Constructive feedback is welcome.

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