Authors note: this is my first fic, I have no beta, please be gentle. This is an A/U but the basics apply. She's a telepath , he's a 1000yr old Viking vamp. I changed some things, left some the same. May borrow a little from the series but mostly the books. No real spoilers though.

I'm not really big on long descriptive paragraphs of locations or clothing. I will try, but especially for homes and bedrooms(Lemons) I will give the general look and leave the rest to your imagination. I have read so many fics with amazing homes and such that I don't want to describe another. I'd rather get on with the story. That and I am better at writing sex anyway. I do tend to get pretty graphic with the sex, violence, torture(all of which will be in this story) so don't read if that isn't your thing. Please review, let me know what you think.

I'm only gonna say this once; I own nothing, no SVM, no Tru Blood, No nothing, but I'm gonna borrow them for a while and get them a little dirty

'How in the hell did I end up here?' I scanned around the opulently decorated suite, almost gaudy in its over the top extravagance. I was so nervous that I didn't really see much, things at that point had started blurring together. The color scheme was muted creams and browns with touches of gold and red. I knew the couch I sat on was large and plush, upholstered in a floral damask silk. I knew this because aside from my hands in my lap, the flowers on the couches arm were the only things that I had been able to focus on for the last 15 minutes.

I stared again at my hands as I fingered the beautiful pale blue silk robe I was wearing, trying hard to forget the matching lace and silk bra and barely there thong set I had on underneath. Garters attached to lace topped thigh highs were finished off with dainty silver 3inch heels. I would have loved the ensemble if I had chosen it myself and was not wearing it against my will, but seeing as I wanted to be anywhere else but here, I hated it. I had been scrubbed, buffed, primped, plucked, my hair and make-up were flawless. My final indignity was the god forsaken outfit that probably cost a months worth of tips at the bar where I worked. And here I sit, led like a lamb to the slaughter, laid out like a buffet for the vampire still sleeping in the next room. 'A gift of goodwill'

Again I wondered 'How did I end up here?'

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One Year Earlier

"Gran, please, reconsider this. Why are you just giving up?" I sat next to my gran on our couch, tears just starting to spill down my cheeks. She was dying, soon, and she wasn't going to fight. I tried to make sense of what she was telling me. Something about end stage colon cancer, discovered at her last dr's appt, nearly two weeks ago. To make it worse, the cancer had spread to her lymph nodes. Any treatment she underwent at this point would only delay the inevitable. But I couldn't wrap my head around any of that at the moment. Gran was giving up, she had resigned herself to the fact that she was going to die…she was gonna leave me, I'm not ready for this…

"Oh Sookie, baby girl, it's just my time. Things like this just happen, and I have lived a wonderful life. I don't regret a thing, and I'm ready to go home and see your grandad again." She smiled at me, a small smile and I could see the tears beginning to fill her eyes. I hugged her to me tightly, hoping as hard as I could that I could hold her forever.

She passed two months later, quietly in her sleep. Her health had been steadily declining, but we had such a nice day together that day. I was off of work, we sat in the sun, sipped sweet tea and watched the humming birds buzzing around the feeders. Jason came over for dinner and we told silly stories about the two of us growing up. Jason is my brother and I love him to death, but he is too pretty for his own good and he's not the brightest highlighter in the box. it's a combination that has gotten him into trouble more than a time or two.

Our parents died in a car accident when we were little (I was 5, Jason was 7) and Gran raised us alone. Grandad had passed the year before. I was so young that now at 24 I really can't remember much about my parents, just what is told to me in stories and I see in home movies. After all that time, I guess they no longer seemed real to me, just characters in stories. Facial features blurred together in my mind as time slowly erased them from my memory. But Gran was real, she was my rock, my home. She was the only thing that kept me sane. I never would have survived the voices with out her.

I'm not crazy or anything, I just read minds. When I was little and couldn't control it, it was horrible. I heard everything and I had a hard time separating what people said from what they thought. Gran helped me, made a game out of learning to use my "extras", as she called it. Once I had more control, I could keep most people out when I wanted. Some people were very loud broadcasters and they were hard to keep out. Some people were harder, almost fuzzy, but if I tried hard, really concentrated I could hear them. Not that I tried very often. I didn't want to hear anyone's inner monologue but my own.

Most of the people in our little town thought I was a strange little girl and felt sorry for my Gran for being stuck with me. Shit like that really messes with a girls self esteem.

The stigma of my childhood followed me throughout high school and into adulthood. That meant very few friends and even less boys in my life. Having a real boyfriend was pretty much impossible. Touch only amplified people's thoughts, so even just holding hands could sometimes be too much. I've learned that most men are extremely perverted and think things that they would surely never actually say to me out loud, but still, when you hear it,

wondering if they can get me drunk enough for anal,

hoping I have big nipples(they really like big nipples),

God, I just wanna stick my tongue in her ass,

If only she had a dick, she'd be perfect…shit like that…..

It really just makes you swear off men altogether. Its no wonder I'm still a virgin at 24.

Gran was the only person I could ever be close to. She was surprisingly hard to hear but what I did hear was always so warm and loving. She was my cheerleader, the one person who made me feel like I was worth something and she was…gone.

The only family I had left was my man-whore dumbass brother. I sat with Jason as Sid Matt Lancaster, Gran's lawyer, read her will. First he handed each of us a letter and he gave us a few minutes to read them silently. Jason took his into the other room.

My sweet baby girl Sookie,

You are an amazing woman my lovely grandaughter, my only real regret in leaving is not being there to see what greatness you are destined for. You will never find this greatness in Bon Temps. You must spread you wings dear heart and learn to fly. I am leaving a good bit of money to you Sookie, but there is a condition. I want you to leave Louisiana and make a new life. Somewhere new, where you can live on your own terms, free of all your baggage and small town ignorance. Go be the Sookie I know you can be and find your adventure. Take this money and leave, don't look back. Know that I loved you with every fiber of my being, it was your smile alone that made all the hard days worth it 100 times over. You are so full of goodness, don't ever let that go. You shine like the sun baby girl. Be happy my Sookie.

Gran

I read my letter a couple more times, trying to make sense of it all. She wanted me to leave my home and everything I knew. How can I just leave?

Jason came back in after a few minutes, his eyes were the only thing that betrayed how well he was holding together.

"All right now, lets get down to it." he reads "To Jason I leave the farmhouse and 10,000 dollars. Use this money to improve your home and get you settled into adulthood. The farmhouse cannot be sold and if ownership is forfeited, it will be given to the local chapter of My Sister's House, to be used as a battered woman's shelter. To Sookie I leave 250,00 dollars with the stipulation that you move at least 500 miles from Bon Temps. You will receive 2000 dollars to move and 2000 a month for the next three months after you move. After three months to settle in a new place you will receive the remaining money. Sid Matt has all the details. Good luck my loves."

Jason and I sat in shocked silence. The quiet was broken by my idiot sibling. "Son of a bitch!"

"Jason Stackhouse, you watch you mouth!"

"The hell Sook, I mean what the Fuck! You get all that money and I get shit! 10,000 and an old as shit house! And you gotta leave? Take the money and run, leave me with shit and memories? Well fuck this!" and he stormed out.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Lancaster." I was blushing 10 shades of red at my brother's horrible display. Sid matt seemed to understand that Jason was upset and was completely unfazed. We agreed to meet in the next couple of days to discuss details and my plans. I left his office feeling hollow, and tense and strangely excited at the prospect of a clean slate. I could start over, somewhere new, no more 'Crazy Sookie.'

The next day Jason drug his sorry hung-over self in the back door. He came armed with a plan. We could move to New York Together….He could help me, make sure I stayed safe and all. That way I wouldn't be alone and scared. And NY is so exciting, with that kind of money we would be set. His blue eyes were just shining and stupid little me fell hook, line and sinker. Part of me knew he was just using me from money and a free ride out of town, but he was all I had left and I was scared of the unknown and thought I needed Jason to protect me. That was my first mistake I guess.

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I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of movement in the next room. My heart began to race as I began to realize just exactly the situation I was in and what I was expected to do. I am being offered as a welcome gift for the Vampire King of Minnesota from King Richard of New York. Like a fucking fruit basket, only judging by the outfit I was given to wear to this little get together, my blood isn't the only thing I was expected to share.

It was that thought that horrified me. I never pictured my first time would be like this. If only I had lost my V-card sooner, maybe this wouldn't be as gut-wrenchingly terrifying. Oh, who a I kidding? I am about to be raped and fed from by Gods know what kind of vampire(if the guy I met last night is any indication of what to expect, I was not in for a good time. He was scary. A mobster stereotype made vampire. Tony Soprano meets Dracula. You could just tell he got off on the misery of others) shit, this isn't helping. Don't panic…shit I'm panicking! Oh God, Oh God help me please, I can't do this, I can't breathe.

The door, shit its opening. FUCK! The same thought just keep repeating in my head over and over 'please God don't let him rape me' the biting and the blood I could handle, I hoped anyway, but not rape. That was too much. I started to hyperventilate as the door slowly swung open. My eyes squeezed shut and I curled in on myself instinctively. I felt a small rush of air and then a rich baritone voice spoke from much closer than it should have been "Well my, my, my. What do we have here?"

I opened my eyes and looked up, and up. I locked onto the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen, and promptly fainted.