Sunlight and Ambrosia

Disclaimer: I don't own the Southern Vampire Mysteries books or the True Blood TV show which includes any of its characters, story arcs, dialogue, etc. I also don't own Lost Girl whenever I use a variation of some of their Fae, the Tolkien Elfish language (which is being majorly botched), anything from books written by Patricia Briggs (Oh My Goddess, I love those books so much!), or any other book, movie, song or character I may have mentioned along the way. I just so happened to use it for non-profitable fun in my spare time.

Author's Note: There will be some messed up timelines, some missing scenes, a lot of botched languages, a little bit of OOC characters, but I just want to tell you that I tried my hardest. Thank you! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1 – Prologue

Michelle and Corbett Stackhouse sat together on the kitchen table, their new baby girl in their arms, her brown eyes slitted as she looked up at her parents. She was a perfect little girl, born right on the kitchen table of their little home, coming to fast to get to the hospital. The experience had surly scarred their eldest, Jason, who stood on a chair nearby to look at his new sister.

"She's all wrinkly," Jason commented, his face scrunching up in disgust.

"You were like that when you first arrived,"

"Nuh-uh,"

"Uh-hu,"

Jason frowned, crossing his arms. "Well, I don't like her,"

"It's not as if we can take her back, bud," Corbett chuckled, petting his daughter's head tenderly, smiling at her little face. "You'll get used to her. I promise,"

"No, I won't," Jason said stubbornly.

Jason turned to get off his chair when he spotted something out the window.

It was a figure, a woman about the same ago as his mom, with dark curly hair and white skin, looking in the window from their lawn. Upon seeing her, Jason froze and stared, watching as the woman waved at him as if they were two friends on a sidewalk. He watched as she turned and disappeared into the forest around his house as if she'd never been there.

"Jason?"

"There was someone outside,"

Corbett frowned and went to look out the window. "There's no one there now, Jason,"

"She left,"

Corbett sighed, picking up his son. "You've had a long day, bud. Let's get you to bed,"

Six Years Later

The knock at the door was unexpected but Michelle wiped off her hands and headed towards the door. She peaked through the peep hole and found a woman standing on the other side of the door wearing a fancy dress suit but looked to be only about halfway through her twenties. Her obviously long brown hair was pulled up into a bun on the back of her head, her blue-grey eyes framed in subtle eyeliner, her smiling mouth painted with pink lipstick. She seemed safe to allow in.

Michelle opened the door with a smile.

"Hello," the woman greeted, holding out her hand. "Miss Stackhouse?"

"Yes,"

"It is a pleasure to meet you,"

Michelle's smile started to waver as she let the woman's hand go. "I'm sorry. Who are you?"

The dark haired woman's smile remained. "Miss Anne Weston. The school brought me in because they were worried about your daughter,"

Michelle frowned. "I don't think that will be necessary,"

The woman held up her hands as Michelle began to show her out. "You do not understand, Mrs. Stackhouse. I am not here because of what Sookie can allegedly do… thought they would prefer that I dealt with that. I am here to make sure that Sookie is enjoy her school experience,"

Michelle's frowned deepened before she sighed, her arms falling to her side. "I'm sorry. It's just that so many people have been here snooping and trying to tell me my little girl is crazy… I'm sorry,"

"It is fine, Mrs. Stackhouse. I can understand,"

Michelle smiled and led the woman towards the back of the house.

The two women walked out into the backyard to find, father, son and daughter running around the backyard at a million miles an hour, laughing and screaming. The boy was chasing his father around, while the girl was in the arms of her father, being tossed around like a sack of potatoes as Corbett ran around the yard.

Michelle groaned. "Corbett! Put Sookie down before you hurt yourself!"

"No, Momma! I'm flying!" Sookie exclaimed happily.

"Mom!"

"Don't worry, honey! I got her,"

On cue, Corbett's heel caught on a rock sticking out of the ground, sending him falling backwards onto his butt. Sookie flew out of his hands and rolled three times before landing on her butt as well, eyes wide with shock before the six-year-old let out a squeal of delight.

"Sookie! Are you alright?" Michelle exclaimed, running to her daughter even as she laughed.

"Of course, Momma," Sookie smiled, her eyes turning to the dark haired woman still standing at the back door of their house. "Who's that, Momma?"

Michelle looked over her shoulder at Anne Weston. "Come on inside, Sookie, I have someone who wants to meet you,"

Sookie took her mom's hand and allowed her to pull her to her feet and lead her inside, Anne Weston not far behind.

"If you do not mind, Miss Stackhouse," Anne interrupted as they started for the living room. "I prefer to have these conversations in private. Often the children will disclose something when their parents are not present,"

Michelle frowned again, looking down at her daughter.

"It's okay, Momma. I want to talk to her," Sookie told her mom before letting her hand go to replace it with the woman's. "Come on. We can play in my room,"

"I will not be too long, Miss Stackhouse,"

Sookie led Anne into her bedroom, closing the door behind them before moving to sit on her bed, leaving Anne to stand in the center of her room. The two watched each other carefully, Anne comfortable in the silence while Sookie was curious, both at ease with each other. It was Sookie who spoke first, the curiosity getting the better of her.

"I know you,"

Anne smiled, looked down at the six-year-old. "And I know you, Miss Sookie Stackhouse,"

Sookie frowned, not liking that answer. "I've seen you. You're at my school. At the park. Out in the backyard,"

Anne's smile faded. "Maybe I should be more careful from now on,"

"You're the only person I can't hear," Sookie informed the woman, looking up at her curiously, as if staring at her long enough would make the answer clear. "Why?"

Anne smiled softly, tapping a finger to her temple. "I have protection from your gifts,"

Sookie frowned. "I don't think it's a gift. People don't like me… Momma's afraid of me,"

"People fear what they do not understand, little Sookie," Anne told her, brushing a piece of white-blonde hair out of her face. "It has been a great failing for humans,"

Sookie's eyebrows furrowed. "For humans?"

Anne nodded. "You are not alone,"

Sookie cocked her head to the side. "Are you… not human?"

Anne's smile grew. "But what else what I be, little one?"

Sookie didn't like this answer. "Are you my fairy godmother?"

"No," Anne told her. "But I have been sent to watch over you,"

"By who?"

Anne tsked at the girl. "Now, now. I am here to talk with you about school, little Sookie,"

"But-"

Anne stopped her. "All will be revealed in time. Now… tell me about your school. Do you have many friends?"

Six Years Later

A twelve-year-old Sookie was sitting on the front step of her Gran's house, her chin in her hands as she stared out at the trees with disinterest. Her eyes and mind wandered as her Gran hummed inside, cooking a roast for dinner, Sookie's older brother, Jason, yelling at something up in his room. She could hear them both, with her ears and her mind, but she focused on blocking them out as she looked at the trees.

Sookie was so focused that she caught something, a blank spot that she felt shouldn't have been blank, a feeling that she hadn't had in a while. She looked up to see a figure standing in the road just outside of the property, a woman she hadn't seen in a very long time.

The woman standing in the road looked for the all world like how Sookie had pictured fairy princesses looking when her momma used to read her fairytales… except that she was in jeans and a t-shirt instead of a pink puffy dress. She was tall and thin like a tree, her limbs and soft curves elegant beneath her clothing, long legs sprouting from her hips. Her dark chocolate hair a shocking contrast to her flawless white skin, the dark waves easily reaching her elbows, wisps surrounding her face. She was beautiful and the ethereal even without moving. Her eyes watched Sookie in a way that she didn't find creepy in the slightest even though she probably should have. Instead, she just seemed content to stare back at the woman, just as intrigued as she had always been when she found that she couldn't hear her. But what she found most strange this time around was that she looked exactly the same as the last time she'd seen her.

"Sookie? What are you doin' out here?"

Sookie looked up as her Gran came out of the house, wiping her hands on her yellow apron, smiling down at her only granddaughter.

"Nothing, Gran. Just thinking,"

Her Gran smiled kindly and nodded. "Well everybody is allowed to have their own time to think to themselves. Just know that dinner's almost ready,"

"Alright,"

Gran smiled at her one more time before heading back inside.

Sookie sighed and turned back to the road but Anne Weston was gone.

Thirteen Years Later – Present Day

Anne Weston was fast asleep in her king-sized bed, curled up in exactly the center, hugging a pillow to her stomach. Her wavy dark hair was pulled back into a long pony tail, lying out behind her like a robe, nearly reaching the edge of the bed. The sound of the ocean came through the French doors at her back, revealing the view of the ocean not far from her home.

The sound of her cellphone ringing, a high pitched chirping sound, made her blue-grey eyes slowly flutter open. It took her a count of five before the confusion left her eyes and she realized that it was her phone that had awoken her. The woman groaned and crawled across the bed until her cellphone was in her hand and then against her ear.

"This is Anne Weston,"

"Adele Stackhouse naa gurth," (Adele Stackhouse is dead.)

That woke Anne up. "Iire, Aranamin?" (When, my Lord?)

"Er sina du yassen," (Only just this night.) the deep voice told Anne in her mother tongue. Anne sat up, sitting crisscross-applesauce and her back pressed against the headboard as she listened to her Elder continue. "He naa ab na 'aheryn renech he auta o sinome edna guina gurthalleth labo sana he, Bill Compton," (She was found by the girl when she returned from an outing with the vampire sent to procure her, Bill Compton.)

Anne frowned at the phone. Why was she only hearing this now? "Nae naa ro?" (Was it him?)

"Ba," (No.) the man said without a moment's hesitation. "Ennas naa gurtha ar' lye avo merna naa' gurthalleth," (There have been murders but we do not believe it to be the vampire.)

It grew quiet over the line for a long moment before the man finally spoke again.

"Lye merna le labo, Arwenamin Andromeda. Lye merna ar' beriatha Sookie Stackhouse. Ta naa er nad metta Bill Compton sana he ar' sinta mani naa," (We wish you to return to your post, Lady Andromeda. We wish for you to protect Sookie Stackhouse. It is only an amount of time before Bill Compton procures her and others find out what she is.)

Anne nodded despite him not being able to see it. "Iire naa le mer ennas, Aranamin?" (When do you want me there, my Lord?)

"Si rato, Arwenamin Andromeda, he uben naa beriatha," (As soon as possible, Lady Andromeda, she must be protected.)

Anne nodded. "Heniach, Aranamin," (Understood, my Lord.)