Tara's Point of View.

From an outsiders point of view looking in on the group, that had the whole god damn bar's attention due to the new dude who's fucking hot and at least a head and a half taller than my boss Sam Merlotte. Sookie doesn't know how fucking lucky she is.

She's had so many guy's drool over her, yet she barely takes notice. Mister drop, dead gorgeous kept glancing at her, and icily glaring at my boss. I am interrupted by my live drama TV show, by Mrs fucking Fortenberry. Fan-fuckin'-tastic. She's what you call the town's know-it-all, for anything that smells like gossip. She's worse than teenage girls.

When I glance back at the odd trio, Sam is gone, and so is Sookie along with the tall blonde god of a male. I look around in time, to just see them leave the bar, with his arm around her shoulders. What the fuck is all that about? Sookie doesn't have a boyfriend? I would know if she did... right?

"So who was mister handsome with our Sookie?" For a split second I'd forgotten about the old bat.

"The hell I know." The cow, raised an awfully painted on dark eyebrow.

"Your her bestfriend, does Adele know?" I narrowed my eyes at her.

I hear Arlene yell: "Where the fuck you goin' now?" As they exited Merlotte's.

"If you want me to tell Hoyt, and the whole town about your orgy parties... I suggest you keep your trap shut. Sookie's business is just that. How often do you see that girl with a man?" I'd leaned over to whisper the threat in her now pale face. She nodded, ordered a large red wine, and walked off back to her seat. I looked to the last place I saw Sam, and he'd disappeared, it was weird. Everyone else appears to have gone back to freaking normal.

I'll grill Sookie tomorrow.

Eric's Point of View.

"Miss Stackhouse? May I have a word with you in private... away from ears and wondering eyes?" I ask her. I needed a moment alone with her, I didn't understand why. I barely spent time with humans. They are food. My shit-hole in Shreveport was purely supernatural based cliental except for a few exceptions, as like human's we needed to survive as well...

She hesitated for a split second, before she nodded her head, and on impulse, as she moved forwards to walk past, I placed my arm around her shoulders, and pulled her close to me. I almost felt like I was claiming her in a weird way, so all the males new she is off the market, but she's not mine? Yet weirdly this felt so right. As a thousand year old Viking Vampire Sheriff this is all very confusing.

I don't do feelings or hand holding, hugging, any of that shit! So why the FUCK was I walking out of this shit-hole with this woman attached to my hip? I felt like flinging my swords at any male that dared to look at her. I didn't even know why I wanted to talk to her to tell you the honest truth.

I was so out of my comfort zone, for the first time, since my first twenty years of being a Vampire and it's something my maker Godric often brags about; how quick I'd gained control of my instincts. Surprisingly she didn't flinch away, but seemed to melt into my side.

Once outside, I moved her into the tree line, with the bar entrance in view, so not too far away, that would make her possibly feel uncomfortable! FUCK. When did I start caring what people felt or thought?

"How much do you know?" I ask her, stepping back slightly, folding my arms, and leaning against the trunk of a tree, whilst listening out for any unwelcome ears.

Hope everyone has a fab weekend :)
Sorry it's short one! I couldn't force it any longer, it didn't feel right, no matter what I wrote.

P.S - If you could travel anywhere right now...where would you go?