A/N: I'm actually working on wrapping up this story. I'm hoping to make it much longer than it already is though. If you like it I may even expand on it with future stories after this is done. I am combining the Eric from the books and the Eric from the show here. I'm not really sure what I've made of Sookie… There will be familiar parts in the beginning, but I hope it's still interesting. I didn't write this with chapter length in mind, I just wrote. So the length of the chapters will vary. Also I'm giving it an M rating just in case, because there will be naughtiness eventually. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Southern Vampires series. All rights belong to Charlaine Harris.

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Eric's POV

Pam came to me with a rather unnecessary message.

"Compton har med sig något extra intressant ikväll. Sookie Stackhouse, 25 år ung. Jag är förvånad att flickan får vara uppe så här sent…"

As if I wouldn't notice that girl without being told. Even from this distance her scent is quite noticeable. Virgin. And something else…yes, interesting indeed.

Luckily I'm the only one old enough around here to sense it, and luckily for her my age allows me to control myself, because she smells absolutely intoxicating. But I won't need to control myself for much longer. Bill Compton has always been a pathetic excuse for a vampire. He won't be able to hold on to her, if she's even his.

I will enjoy peeling that adorable dress off her. Slowly, so she'll want more. And more, and more, and more…

Strange. What is a girl like her doing here in the first place? She's obviously not a fangbanger. And where the hell did Bill find her? Doesn't matter. I'll let them settle with their drinks, get comfortable, and then I'll summon them.

I avert my eyes to see some idiot human approaching me. A bald middle aged man grovelling at my feet. God, how boring. I will not drink that synthetic crap unless I have to, but I do have some standards. I have plenty of willing women here every night who would consider it an honour to be bitten by me. I can take my pick and do whatever I want with them. And I always do. If I'm to take a male fangbanger he should at least be pretty, and fun to abuse. And smart enough to take the hint that I'm not fucking interested.

I kick the filth away.

She has definitely noticed me now. I try to glamour the girl, but she is resisting. It simply doesn't work on her. I don't think I have ever, in my millennium on this earth, come across a human that can't be glamoured. There's more to this girl than meets the eye.

She might prove to be challenge if I'm to take her with her consent. But she will yield to me, and I have a feeling she will be worth a little of my time.

Pam returns to me.

"She spoke to Long Shadow before. Asking questions about some of our fangbangers. You should summon them."

"Really, Pam? I hadn't thought of that…. Whatever would I do without you, Child?"

I made a wise choice in turning Pam, but she can be so infuriating when she's bored. Which is pretty much all the time. Fortunately she knows her place when it counts, and it is always amusing when she's bugging someone else.

I turn my gaze back to the sweet couple. Hmm, Compton's looking a little nervous there. It is almost hard not to show my pleasure at his discomfort. It is a good time to summon them.

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Compton is definitely displeased as he offers the girl his hand like some Southern Gentleman.

She is even more captivating up close. It almost looks as if her dress has bloodstains on it, and her breasts are just begging for some undivided attention.

Compton can barely restrain his anger as he reluctantly introduce us to each other.

Ah, sweet Sookie. A defining moment.

But to my surprise she is not scared. Slightly wary and uncertain, but not scared. She is even quite defiant while still able to maintain perfect southern manners. Amusing.

I indulge her in her questions, and my answers clearly disgust her. An interesting reaction. She came here with a vampire and she is surrounded by the pathetic creatures here, yet it disgusts her that I would refuse one and drink from another.

They prepare to leave, but I will not let them slip away so easily. I invite the girl to sit next to me. Compton would never leave her alone with me and he cannot refuse my hospitality.

The look on his face is priceless… Especially when I make my intentions known and he is forced to declare her as his in a futile attempt to protect her from me. She is a little too fast and determined to confirm this statement. Sookie has not given herself to anyone.

Suddenly she gets a look on her face and tells us the cops are coming. My fascination momentarily turns to anger and disappointment before I realize she merely knows something I do not. This is both puzzling and embarrassing, but that is not something I would ever allow to be shown. The police arrive within seconds, so I make the quick decision to bring them out the back door of the club where Compton leaves with the girl, and Pam and I take off in the other direction. Now, it's not that I would have been in much trouble because of a minor violation if I'd stayed. The cops are very fond of vampire establishments because it is always very likely that we're up to something. But there's no reason I should have my night ruined when there's still so much fun to be had.

I part with my child for the night and head out into the night. There are always underlings to unpleasantly surprise, other clubs to investigate, and dinner to be had.

But how did she know? She's not a seer. The Gods would never bestow a gift like that to someone without giving her more response time than that. So, what is she?

She reacted so fast. As if…ah, of course.

Telepath.

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Sookie's POV

We arrive at Fangtasia. And despite the crowd we actually get a good parking space. This is definitely not the kind of bar/nightclub I'm used to. I may not go out clubbing a lot, but I do work in a bar. They're really going all out with the whole vampire theme here, but I guess that's the best way to bring in the money from all the tourists and fangbangers and other people who fall, or just really like the cliché. And 'Fangtasia' is supplying. Does this count as selling out?

A honey blonde female vampire dressed like some kind of dominatrix greet us at the door. It's been a long time since I've been carded though. But that's probably because I rarely go to places outside of Bon Tempes that even check. I know I look young, but I've been 25 for quite a while now. It also seems kind of funny to get carded at a vampire bar of all places, but from what the vamp says, it seems that just means they're watched more closely. She's sounds incredibly bored and she's pretty condescending. Bill is oddly quiet. It's clear I'm not acting correctly, but since Bill has neglected to fill me in on correct vampire behaviour I'm gonna stick to being the polite Southern Belle I was brought up to be. What does he mean by 'mainstreaming'?

Everything inside is predictably decorated in black and red. There are dancers on podiums and everyone is dressed like a gothic teenager. I must look like a white candle in a coalmine. Oops. Bill takes me to the bar to get a drink. I order a gin and tonic and Bill orders a bottle of blood from the cranky looking bartender. He looks Native American with long black hair and tattoos. My manners still go unnoticed while I take out the pictures of the two murdered women. I obviously need to tread lightly here. Guess it's not strictly kosher to ask questions about their patrons or who they hang out with. Instead he provides me with information I did not ask for.

"This one… she wanted to die."

"How do you know?"

"Everyone who comes here does. In their own way. That's what we are. Death."

Okay. Guess he thinks he knows something about me that I don't.

Bill takes our drinks and we head for a free table. Once there I let my guard down to see if there are any interesting thoughts around. One voice comes in clearly, but he's not thinking anything interesting. He only seems intent on working up the courage to approach someone in the room. I notice the vampire in question sitting in a thronelike chair on a slightly raised platform in a corner of the bar. He's obviously meant to be noticed. What is he? The mascot?

I ask bill, and he does not seem pleased that I've noticed the vampire. Like it could be avoided… Eric, huh. So, not the mascot then. He is very handsome. Big guy, strong looking, broad shoulders and completely dressed in black. Same shade of blonde as me, his hair is almost as long as mine. It looks very alive and shiny for a dead guy too. I wonder if he uses a lot of product. But then he ruins the pretty picture by kicking a fan in the head with a disgusted look on his face.

I return my attention to the rest of the bar and let my guard down again. Everyone is just thinking about sex. Being able to read people's minds means I've heard some pretty racy thoughts, especially from those who also broadcast in pictures. And some of those thoughts I've gotten from my very own big brother during unguarded moments, thus thoroughly scarring me for life. But this place definitely takes the cake. I can't imagine half of the things these people are thinking about can possibly be pleasant. Would Bill like to do any of that? He must have gotten around through all his years after all. Should I be worried?

"Uh-oh."

Uh-oh? What on earth is he talking about? Then Bill tells me that Eric is going to summon us. Who the hell does he think he is? But right on cue, Bill takes my hand and leads me up to the throne, like subjects that have been granted audience. The female vampire who checked my id is standing by Eric's side. They look equally bored. Eric has a deep voice as he speaks to Bill, and I am not getting any warm and fuzzy feelings from their conversation. Then Eric looks at me like I'm a particularly tall glass of first grade virgin blood. I'm not particularly tall, but…oh God, can he tell I'm a virgin!? Maybe I should have just given in to J.B du Rhone when I had the chance.

Bill is distinctly uncomfortable. Apparently Eric's flunky has already provided him with my name, but this time my manners seem to be amusing. I think it may have been better to be ignored. I do not like feeling as if I'm a mouse being watched by a cat. A big scary cat with big scary friends no less. Again I take out the pictures of the murdered women. His answers to my questions are disgusting. He speaks of these women as if they're Happy Meals he didn't find to be very Happy.

Jerk.

I make as if to leave, but he's not finished with us. He 'invites' me to sit beside him by his throne. I sit down while Bill remains standing. Then Eric asks Bill if he's 'quite attached to his friend', clearly meaning me. This gets a reaction out of him as he is very quick to proclaim that I am 'his'. Normally I would not approve of being regarded as someone's possession, but this seems important, so I quickly confirm this statement. Eric looks me over and I think he actually licked his lips. Was he actually asking if I could be what? Borrowed?

Asshole.

I let my guard down again. I so do not want to be here. Oh, and especially not if the police are gonna burst in at any moment. I let my company know that we need to get out of here. Bill seems to think I've made a terrible faux pas with that simple statement, so I explain what's going on. So Eric and the flunky leads us out the back door, where Bill picks me up and we leave, Eric and the woman taking off in the other direction.

Bill is worried. He tells me Eric was interested in me before, and now he might figure out that I'm a telepath too. He's making me feel like I've done something bad. I came to find out if the murdered women have been to Fangtasia, and then I got us out of getting stuck in the middle of a police raid. Exactly what did I do wrong? Well, since he's already in a huff I might as well pump him for some information. He gives me a resigned look before he tells me that Eric is about a thousand years old, which duh, makes him very old. He was an honest to God Viking in his old days in what is now Sweden. His female flunky is actually Pam, his 'child', and second-in-command. Apparently being his child means Eric made her a vampire, thus making him her Master and Maker. And he, along with Pam and Long Shadow the bartender are the owners of the club. Well, well.