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A/N: Please read Over the Moon before starting this story. It's from Sookie's perspective. Under the Stars is its companion, written in Eric's point of view.

I was bored. It's as simple as that. You can just imagine how tedious life gets after a thousand years or so. I had settled into a quiet life in Louisiana and was satisfied in general with my situation. I had a nice home with a beautiful view of a lake, all the books a person could read, every cable channel known to man, plenty of humans to snack on. I really had nothing specific to complain about, except that I was just bored.

I made it a point to follow local politics and news, if for no other reason, to make certain that my community had no suspicions of the existence of my kind. I had seen first hand too many times how quickly a vampire's undead life ended once the locals discovered him or her. It had been many decades since I'd heard of a staking in such a case, but those tales are not easily forgotten. I used to keep up with the latest novels written about vampires, but now I surfed the internet and scanned the news channels for information. One could never be too careful.

It was one night while I was watching the news that I first saw Sookie Stackhouse. She was a local reporter, very young and beautiful. I, of course, had my pick of young and beautiful whenever I wanted, but there was something about her that was different. I couldn't put my finger on it at the time, but she screamed of "other."

I hadn't had a profession to speak of in many decades and I suspected it would make it easier for my human staff to accept me if those who worked for me thought I had a purpose other than to suck blood and fuck. I got so tired of constantly glamoring my humans, and thought it would do us all good for me to go to work for awhile. I think the last time I had a profession it was sometime in the sixties and I was a competitive athlete in Europe—Sweden, in particular. A game called tennis. It was fun, but short-lived, of course.

And so I decided to become a journalist myself and use it as an excuse to find out more about this Sookie woman. I made my way to the local news station and glamored the manager with a hefty resume from CNN. He was fairly easy to glamor considering he was a shifter. I hate shifters, and wondered if he was also fucking that lovely Sookie person. I considered draining him just for annoying me with such a thought, but decided I'd better behave myself if I wanted to stick around.

I scheduled a series of interviews with people of interest in the area and the shifter let me use his staff and facilities. I realized that Sookie most likely worked during daylight hours and so it took awhile for me to get a chance to see her. Finally, one night, she was working late and I found her in the break room. I introduced myself, and she was very nervous for some reason. Sometimes, human women get flustered at my physical prowess, and at first I just assumed that Sookie was one of those, but then there was something about her that made me rethink my theory. She was other, there was no doubt about it, but what? I really didn't know, and that intrigued me.

For the next few weeks, I was able to find Sookie fairly frequently in the break room. I wondered if she noticed that I always came in for a cup of water, but never actually drank it. She was a wonderful conversationalist and I loved watching the jugular in her neck twitch when she laughed. She was quite stunning really, even better-looking in person that she was on television. She had a rare innocence about her, but yet seemed very intelligent as well. It was an unusual combination. I looked forward to tasting her and fucking her and thought it kind of a pity that she'd have to be glamored afterwards within an inch of her life. I considered poor Ginger at home who started out as a feed and a fuck, but after wiping out so much of her memory, I had to take pity on her and hire her to be my housekeeper. I seriously doubted if she could do much else, poor thing. At least I hadn't killed her.

Bobby Burnham, on the other hand, still had most of his mind intact and made for an excellent employee. Of course, I hadn't fucked him and had only fed on him a few times when I was desperate, so he hadn't required as much glamoring. I relied on him very much to run my household, manage my properties, just take care of my daytime needs.

I was interviewing the mayor one night and knew that Sookie was watching from the darkened control room. I knew that she was attracted to me, of course. All women are. I decided that I'd fuck her after the interview, have a sip of her, and then glamor on my way out. After the mayor left and I'd finished my close-ups, I locked the studio up and went in to see Sookie.

I kissed her and pressed myself between her legs. She responded beautifully. I found her jugular and bit down, and that's when the encounter went from my control to hers. She tasted like no other human I'd ever tasted. My mindless vampire instinct kicked in and I wanted to claim her as mine. Without even thinking, I bit my tongue and planted my blood in her. It's a physical response to finding a pleasing meal. I marked her with a vampire version of lojack so I could return to her and taste her again in the future. And in my mindless moment, the woman came. She had an actual orgasm in response to getting my blood, and so I lost it then and there and ruined a very expensive pair of pants.

As I was recovering from my shock (I can't remember the last time I was surprised by my own sexual response to a human.), she tried to turn on a light. I knew that there was no way I could retract my fangs fast enough and so I simply took off. I pulled over when I got far enough away from the city and closer to my property and assessed the damage. I was clearly out of control and that both disturbed me and thrilled me at the same time. Whatever other Sookie Stackhouse was, she was delicious and desirable and had thrown me for a loop. Quite unexpectedly, suddenly my life wasn't quite so boring.