A/N - I've been working on this little Fic on the side from BOTR. It might not go anywhere. I have 4 chapters ready to go at the moment, but I'll see how the response to this is first.

This is Book 1 getting a redo, and is completely AU too. The vampires of this world may differ slightly to CH's idea of vampires, and our Sookie is more fairy than CH's Sookie too.

This is unbeta'd so any mistakes are my own.

It had been an exhausting evening for me. Working the double shifts I had asked Sam for was tiring especially when I had to work hard at blocking out people thoughts at the same time as my waitressing job. I'm telepathic. I hear just about every thought that crosses your brain. Some people are easier to read than others but mostly I get the gist of it. Sam on the other hand is different his thoughts are swirls of colours and the occasional picture. After the vampires came out two years ago in the great revelation I had often wondered what else supernatural there was. I was certain that Sam was something other than human but I would let it be. I was supposed to be his friend so I'd wait until he came to me.

"Order up." our chef Lafayette's voice boomed across the bar at me. I went ahead and grabbed the chicken stripes and took them over to the Rattray's. They were awful people, God forgive my less than Christian thoughts but Mack couldn't look north of my chest and his wife was thinking horrid thoughts about me for distracting her husband.

God damn blonde bimbo I'll give her something to think about with my fist if he don't stop looking at her ...

I quickly put up my shields and asked politely with my crazy Sookie smile "Can I get y'all anything else?"

They declined and I went about my usual tasks and got some more drinks for the sheriffs table. Sheriff Dearborn was close to retirement and looked like a Pekingese dog; all his features were small and pinched.

I was at the bar when hecame in. Merlotte's first vampire. I couldn't hardly believe it. Two years it had been and our first vampire came in on my shift. My tiredness left and I suddenly felt a little perkier. I walked over with my tray and sunny smile.

"Welcome to Merlotte's. What can I get for you?"

"Hello, do you have any True Blood here?" he replied in a deep soothing southern accent. I wasn't sure of his age obviously but he must have been from around these parts when he was human. I couldn't help the genuine smile that crept onto my face.

"Why yes sir we do, but we only stock O Positive at the moment."

"That will be fine I'll take one of those if you wouldn't mind?"

"Of course I will be right back!"

I spun round on my heel and went over to the bar where Terry our bar tender gave me the True Blood for the vampire. Whilst I was waiting I tentatively let my shields down to see if I could get a peek at his thoughts. To my surprise...there was nothing there! Almost as if there was an empty space where his thoughts should be. I concentrated a little more and managed to get little flashes of images from him. It wasn't much but I picked up a broken image of my cousin Hadley! Standing in a large room with a red haired woman...no...A vampire. Shocked, I slammed my shields up and walked back to the vampire with my crazy Sookie smile.

"There you go I hope you have a lovely evening here at Merlotte's sir!" trying not to infuse any sarcasm.

I quickly got back to work and as the night wore on I would catch him stealing glances my way. And although I'd seen this image of Hadley and needed to know more, I couldn't help but feel a little shy at his attentions.

I was just pulling out all the salt shakers when I noticed the vampire walking out of the bar with the Rattray's. Dropping my shields I could see exactly what they had planned for him and I had to act fast. Jason was in my section with his friend Hoyt from school, so I ran to ask him if he had a weapon in his truck.

"No Sook, only thing I have in there is a big ole chain in there. What's going on Sis?"

I didn't reply as I ran out of the bar and to Jason's truck to search for the chain. Earning myself a concerned look from Sam as I left.

I got to Jason's truck, walked around to the rear and pulled out the chain. Instantly I was hit with a slight burning to my hands. Holy hell! Steel...which means a little iron...I can't touch it! I had the smallest of moment to debate the burns to my hands from the chain or helping this vampire who was currently being drained of his blood in the woods. Damn it why didn't I remember my iron repellent gloves! My Christian sensibilities won out. I straightened my spine, took a deep breath gripping the chain tight and walked calmly over to where the Rattray's were draining the vampire. He saw me approach but the Rattray's were so engrossed in what they were doing that they didn't notice a thing. I waited for a split second to prepare myself, and then threw out my hand that was holding the chain keeping my hand held out in front of me as I directed the other end of the chain to wrap around Mack's neck. The blow sent him straight to the floor in pain and shock. Denise turned around instantly screaming.

"What the fuck! You crazy bitch! What the fuck are you doing!"

"Not letting you people drain a vampire in the parking lot of Merlotte's that's what I'm doing''!"

I stepped forward holding out my hand and concentrated my light into my hands and out, looking briefly to the side to see if the vampire was watching me, which he wasn't. The resulting blast of light shot out from my hand and hit Denise square in the chest sending her flying across the parking lot and into a tree. I picked up the knife Mack had dropped when I threw the chain at him and screamed at him to leave and take his miserable wife with him.

"What the fuck are you? God damn weird ass fucked up people in this town! You'll be sorry for this Sookie!"

Mack went over to his wife picked her up and was out of the parking lot as soon as he had them sorted out and into his car.

I turned my attention to the vampire on the ground. The Rattray's had really done a number. He had slices across his arms and holes from where I can only assume they tried to stick in more bags to collect any blood he lost. He still had one attached to him so I leaned over and took it out. Trying not to get to close. As excited as I was to meet my first vampire I couldn't get to close now that he was bound to be hungry, I am just too appetising for them apparently. As well as the fact I can read people's minds I am a Faery. An honest to god Faery. My Gran had told me about my biological family when I was 16. That was a great birthday; learning that my Gran had been unfaithful to my Granddaddy. Well, the man I thought was my Granddaddy. My real Granddaddy was called Fintan, and ever since my 16th birthday he had come to visit with me on a regular basis to teach me how to use my Faery gifts as he calls them. Tonight I put them to good use but mostly they are just a pain in my butt I wish I didn't have.

"What's your name?" I asked him a little hesitant; I stepped back a little further.

"William Compton, but you may call me Bill."

I laughed; it was the only reaction that came naturally.

"What is it that you find funny?" his smooth southern drawl spoke.

"Well hell vampire Bill; I was expecting Vlad or possibly Lestat... Not William sorry; Bill." I couldn't help but smile again at the thought.

"Well you wouldn't want to meet Vlad at a time like this that's for sure" he said rising up off the floor "and not every vampire is from Transylvania." he returned my smile and then bizarrely asked if I wanted his blood!

"No thank you vampire Bill its fine you just go ahead and do what you need with it." I clenched and unclenched my fists by my side willing the pain away. There isn't much iron content in the steel that can affect me but it still feels like a burn. I would have to go home early and have Gran treat it, possibly even ring Fintan to heal it properly.

"What is your name? You have mine it is only fitting I should have yours."

"Sookie. Sookie Stackhouse." I said with finality. I really needed to make a move my hands were killing me and this vampire looked hungry.

"I'm sorry your night at Merlotte's ended badly Bill. I really need to get back in, I kind of burnt my hands in the kitchen before I came out here for you and I need to make it home to treat them." I said hopefully whilst taking a step back.

"I am sorry Ms Stackhouse of course you go ahead I shall be making my way home now anyway. I hope your hands feel better tomorrow, unless you'd like to take some of my blood like I said earlier?"

"No that's quite alright Bill."

"It has healing properties Ms Stackhouse. It would rid you of your wounds in an instant."

"No thank you. I will be fine after I let my Gran see to them; the pain isn't so bad."

He bowed his head to me and said his goodnights.

Once I got back inside Merlotte's Sam took me straight back into his office to demand what had happened.

"Damn it Sook. You could have told me and I would have gone out after them, you didn't need to go out there saving damn vampires." He ran a free hand through his unruly strawberry blonde hair.

"Look Sam before I went out there I burnt my hands in the kitchen and I really need to get home and let my Gran see to them. I'm not really fit for working anymore tonight with useless hands."

"Oh Jesus chere, I'll drive you home. Terry can look after the bar for just a little while."

I didn't argue, it was taking all my concentration to keep the pain at bay I certainly wasn't going to be able to drive my car home tonight.

The journey home was silent. I could tell by the colours coming from his thoughts that he was just mad at me for risking myself when I could have called on him. Honest male pride in not being able to protect a woman.

We lulled up into my drive not too long later and Sam walked me unto the porch handing me my keys.

"Thanks for driving me home Sam. How are you gonna get home? It's not exactly a short walk."

"It's not but I'm due for a run so I'll take a slow jog back to the bar." his thought turned purple which I took as excitement. He was looking forward to his run.

"Well ok then! I'll see you tomorrow."

"Oh no you won't Sookie. You are going to rest up those hands of yours and you won't be back to work for three days will you?"

"But Sam I can't take..." the plea died on my lips as he interrupted.

"I repeat you won't be back for three days will you Sookie? Three days it's not long. You'll cope without us all."

He had a determine look on his face so I tried not to argue biting my tongue.

I walked the rest of the way up the porch saying goodbye to Sam and prepared to explain myself to Gran.

She was going to tan my hide I was sure of it.

A/N So what did you think of that? Do you want to know more? Do you want to know what Gran say's? What about what Granddaddy says? ;)

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