Meant to have this up a little sooner but my birthday happened (still didn't get the madman with a box, the moose, the kitten, and the tiger that I asked for but I did get a complete official replica Hogwarts uniform!). Last time Bill introduced himself and Care drove off a couple of Rats. The question of the night is "What happened after?" Well, see for yourself! This part gets a little steamy toward the end but isn't straight up smut. I hope I wrote it well. List of character/places/story & line from the show that I own: none.

"Caroline!" Sam's voice rang out. It startled me and I felt a twinge of something that barely qualified as anxiety. Was he going to tell me to not bother coming in tomorrow? Did I just lose my job by being a Good Samaritan? Oh well, he couldn't ruin my mood tonight. I had just saved a vampire. I felt invincible.

"Thank God! Are you okay?" he sighed when he saw me round the last line of cars. From the look on his face I could tell he wasn't pleased with me, but no I hadn't lost my job. The relief only added to the high sensation that I was already feeling. I felt almost giddy.

"I'm fine! More than fine actually!" I replied. The smile on my face was so huge it hurt but wasn't forced (an unusual occurrence for me). With a voice that clearly said I told you so I added "And FYI mister: not all vampires can take care of themselves!"

Having proven my point (at least in my mind) I skipped back into the bar to finish up my shift. Jane was probably blind drunk and needed me to call her son to come get her, Arlene and Dawn were probably going to kill me because they had to cover my section, and Tara was probably going to make some comment about the vampire but I didn't care.

Right now the bar could catch fire and I wouldn't care. Okay, that might be an exaggeration but that's how I felt at that moment.

I finished my shift in a happy daze which I only snapped out of for a second when I saw that Tara was apparently tending bar for some reason (wasn't that Sam's job tonight? And when the hell did Tara apply for the job and not tell me? I'd take it up with her later).

As usual I was the first one done with my clean up (I attribute that to my slightly neurotic need for order and efficiency). I left the bar before everyone else was done because I was pretty sure that they were going to start talking about how concerned they were for me. Honestly, I couldn't have cared less what they thought. I just didn't want to ruin my good mood.

A few minutes later I was pulling up to the sprawling old farm house that was the Stackhouse family home.

My family had lived on this piece of land for generations (possibly before Bon Temps was even founded, we're not sure). Throughout the years different members of the family had built several different houses that had been burnt down, added to, remodeled, burnt again, torn down, built back up, expanded, and changed. The result was an odd looking structure that looked as if someone had stuck pieces of other houses onto an old farm house.

It wasn't grand and it needed quite a bit of work done (paint was peeling, shutters hanging on by prayer and some bubble gum, crooked steps, rusty tin roof that leaked if it wasn't replaced every other year, and stuff like that) but it was home.

For all its imperfections I did love that house with its flaked white paint and tin roof (that my gran was oh so determined should stay even if it was impractical). Besides, it wasn't like we had the money to actually fix the things that weren't perfect (which secretly killed me inside, don't tell Gran). I had to love it because it was what I had.

I wasn't like Elena Gilbert from that Vampire Diaries show on the CW. I hadn't seen much of the show (Tara watched it religiously, which I found weird for her since she apparently hated vampires, and forced me to watch with her every once and a while) but I had seen enough to know that that girl had more money than I ever would. I didn't have a beautiful pristine, Victorian home with a modern kitchen that always seemed clean no matter what happened (why she would torch it even without her emotions was beyond my understanding. It was beautiful). And I most definitely didn't have a boyfriend with a mansion for a house (Boarding house? Seriously? You call that a boarding house?). If I'm being honest I would have to say that I was jealous of their houses. They were old and amazing. Mine was just old.

Still, I was content to live in that house. It was clean due to my excessive habit of keeping everything spotless (something I think my gran had encouraged when I was little to help me cope with my stress and grief over the loss of my parents) and it was comfortable enough for being so old. It had a certain charm about it even if I thought that charm could be enhanced with a face lift.

I walked into the small, outdated kitchen in to find my gran waiting up for me with one of her romance books that she calls her "novels."

"Hey Gran! You are never going to guess what happened tonight!" I said excitedly.

She paused for a minute as she took in my demeanor. Then unexpectedly she cried out in a voice that was almost pure joy.

"You've got a date!"

Where did she get that from? I thought.

I felt kind of bad that it wasn't true. I didn't date much… okay, at all and my gran saw that as her not having any possibility of grandchildren (because let's face it. Jason was too much of a player to be settling down anytime soon). She understood that because of my telepathy finding someone worth dating was hard for me (I have to find someone who's thoughts I can stand) so she didn't say anything. But I still knew.

Her biggest dream in life was seeing me find someone wonderful, fall in love, and have a family. All she wanted was for me to feel normal for once in my life. As a result any time she thinks a "gentleman" has shown interest in me or has caught my eye she gets very excited. Sometimes she jumps the gun and sees something where there was nothing, kinda like tonight.

"Um, sorry Gran. No. A vampire came into the bar!" That caught her by surprise.

"Oh! Did he have fangs?" She asked. She sounded almost as enthusiastic as I had been. This was new gossip and Adele Stackhouse had a thing for gossip.

"Yeah but most of the time they stayed put away."

"Did he bite anybody?" Her question wasn't accusing at all. She simply wanted to know the facts. Curiously my gran seem to lack the same hatred and mistrust of vampires that I did, even if she wasn't always politically correct about them. And people wonder where I get my tolerance from…

"No, he just had, well, ordered a glass of wine. He didn't drink it though. I think he just wanted some company."

"You like him?" Oh no. Here we go again. She was angling for a reason to think I was seeing someone. Did my body language really say that much about my crush on him? I hadn't even noticed that I was giving of any signals. Sometimes I wondered if my gran was slightly psychic. I knew she wasn't a telepath like me but sometimes I swore she knew things she shouldn't. I felt a telltale blush rising in my cheeks.

Don't get her hopes up Care! Hell! Don't get your own up! It's not going to happen!

I realized at that point part of me had thought that maybe, maybe something could happen with Bill. I tried to squash that part before it could get any bigger. Nothing was going to happen and I knew it. For crying out loud! I didn't even know if I would ever see him again!

"He was… really interesting…" I said lamely trying to be evasive. Gran wasn't buying it.

Run! Run now! Before she calls you out! The little voice in my head screamed.

"I'll let you get to bed Gran." I said kissing her on the cheek.

"Good night honey!" If she wasn't my gran I would have described the look on her face as being the biggest shit eating grin I had ever seen. She was definitely pleased that I finally had a genuine crush.

I quickly retreated to my room taking the cat, Tina, with me. I got my favorite night shirt on and crawled into bed. I thought I would feel sore after such a long day but I didn't. I only felt tired. I drifted off seconds after my head hit the pillow.

I woke up what felt like a few minutes later to find my window open. I had definitely not left it like that. I got up to investigate.

Bill was standing in the yard beneath my window. Wait. Did he open my window? But how? I was on the second floor. Could vampires fly like they did in the stories?

He was staring at me again but it was different than before. It was warm… No it was practically steaming… the look basically was inviting me to come down to him… where anything could happen… OH MY GOD! He was giving me the sex look!

Normally I would have gotten pissy and upset over it (I'm a person! Not a sex toy! HELLO!) but right now it was making me feel really weird.

My breath seemed to not actually be reaching my lungs, my head felt light, my face and chest felt unbearably hot, and a somewhat uncomfortable tingle mixed with heat was forming between my legs. Wait a sec. Was I turned on?!

I had of course heard the thoughts of people who were "turned on" but apparently there was a huge distinction between how it registered in people's thoughts and how it actually felt.

It was an itch I couldn't scratch because it was heat, not an itch. It was pressure and weightlessness at the same time. But most of all it was heat, burning white hot heat.

How the hell could he do that just by looking at me?

I don't know why but I suddenly found myself walking down the porch steps in my night robe.

Wasn't I just upstairs? Did I space out again?

I ran out into the yard looking for him. He was nowhere to be found."

"Bill? Where did you go? This isn't funny!" I yelled.

Sensing something behind me I spun around. And he was there.

He had changed his clothes. The ripped shirt and dirty black pants had been replaced with a new button down dress shirt and dress pants that both seemed to be different shades of grey in the moonlight. It looked good on him.

"Oh, hi." I said in surprise.

He didn't say anything. He just kept up the stare that was turning my insides to the approximate temperature of the sun and started taking off his shirt. Apparently, whatever I was feeling he was feeling too.

This was going to happen, right here, right now… on my lawn? Okay, not my ideal location but all the same, good bye V card!

"I… I never thought I'd be having sex with you… at least not so fast…" I breathed as I started taking off my robe. Where the hell did that come from? I usually didn't talk like that.

"Who said anything about sex?" he said ominously as he began licking his now extended fangs.

At that moment his face changed. He still had brown hair but the shape of his face was different. His hair was more modern. His face was younger too and his eyes were the most startling shade of blue.

Speaking of his eyes, as I watched the whites became blood red. Underneath them black veins protruded.

His fangs had shortened and where further apart than before but no less lethal looking.

"Hey Blondie." He said and lunged for my neck.

I woke up for real this time and sat bolt upright on my bed. My heart was beating out of my chest.

What kind of dream was that? I what was up with the ending? I thought to myself.

Flopping back down onto my pillow I quickly discovered that it was going to very hard to get back to sleep. Why? That heat I had felt in the dream was still there.

It was a sad eco of the absolute dizzying desire that I had felt in the dream. But it promised to be impossible to ignore. I felt too hot and too cold at the same time and I couldn't seem to keep still.

Not knowing what to do about it I kept tossing and turning in my bed hoping that it would let up. It wasn't until I saw the sun rising through my bedroom curtains that I realized it wasn't going to go away.

In total I had slept for maybe two hours. Tomorrow, oops, I mean today I was going to be tired and horny (it felt weird using that word to describe myself. It made me feel kind of dirty). Great. Just great.

If Sarah called off again today I was going to kill her.

So I'm trying to start incorporating Caroline's real personality in more. I hope it came out well. Also I hope the whole dream scene was good. I wanted it to be kinda steamy but not overtly in-your-face-sexy and cheesy. My goal for the entire story is to be kinda classy sexy if I can pull it off. On another note, can you guess who Bill turned into? Also, I can't remember whether I mentioned this in another author's note or not but Caroline is being forced to forget all of the visions of her real life and Sookie's memories almost as soon as she stops thinking about them (kinda like the Silence from Doctor Who). When she looks back after forgetting she remembers it as a hole in her memory and she calls it spacing out. Her dreams on the other hand are a different story. She will be able to remember her dreams and that's going to help her piece things together eventually. I hope you liked it! Please review and make suggestions! I want to know what you guys think!