A/N I am still so completely blown away by the response to this story. I can't seem to get enough so keep letting me know what you think. I've only just started the next chapter so it might be awhile, plus i need to show some love to my other stories, but i'll up date as soon as i can. Enjoy!

It took me almost an hour to get to Fangtasia. I parked in the lot and as I picked up my purse I realized that it wouldn't be a smart idea to bring my make shift weapon inside with me. I wouldn't want the sheriff to think that I was threatening in any way. I slipped it out of my purse and slid it under my seat, then I made my way inside.

There was a very long line of people in black attire that barely covered their bodies. I put my shields up at tight as I possibly could. I didn't know what they were thinking, but I'm pretty sure that I wouldn't like it.

I was making my way to the back of the line when a young woman blocked my path. She was wearing a tight, black corset and a short, black, leather skirt with fishnet stockings and knee high, black, leather boots. She was gorgeous and I could tell right away that she was a vampire. She had a glow to her skin like Mr. Compton had, but I didn't get that uneasy feeling being near this vampire. She just was like anyone else to me except that she was a vampire. Apparently it was only Mr. Compton that made me feel that uneasiness. That made sense since he wanted to abduct me.

This vampire was looking at me like I was a tasty morsel and I still didn't feel uneasy around her. "Well, well, well, what is a pretty little thing like you doing at a place like this?"

That sounded like a bad pick up line, but I realized that it was a legitimate question. I hesitated for a moment before I realized that she probably worked her and at the very least since she was a vampire she would know who the sheriff was. "I'm having some trouble with a vampire who lives next door to me and I heard that this is where the vampire sheriff is. I was hoping that he could help me."

She had a smirk on her face and seemed more amused than anything about why I was here. "And who are you and who might this troublesome vampire be?"

"My name is Sookie Stackhouse and the vampire's name is Bill Compton."

Her eyes actually lit up when I said his name. "Oh my dear, come with me and I'll see if the Sheriff is available." She took my arm and escorted me inside. Maybe this would work out okay after all.

We went through the front door and I realized that I didn't know her name. "Ma'am, what is your name?"

"I am Pam."

"It's nice to meet you Pam." She gave me a fangy smile and I couldn't help but smile back at her.

Pam dropped me off at the bar informing the bartender whose name was Long Shadow and who was also a vampire, that he was to fix me anything that I desired to drink and it would be on the house. I ordered a Gin and Tonic as I watched Pam disappear into the crowd.

When I had my drink I glanced around the room looking to see where Pam and gone. I saw that she was up on a stage that had an actual throne on it. I would have laughed at that, but I noticed who was sitting on that throne and I almost choked on my drink. He was the most breathtakingly handsome man, vampire, and there was an air of power around him that just commanded attention. I looked him up and down and I wasn't hating what I was seeing. He was wearing the tightest leather pants I had ever seen, black boots and a black leather vest. That was it. There was a sprinkling of light golden hair on his bare chest and I wondered what it would feel like to touch. I shook myself out of my musings. I could see Pam whispering in his ear and I really hoped that this was the sheriff.

I watched as that gorgeous vampire scanned his room from his throne until his eyes met mine. Even from across the room I could see that his eyes were the most beautiful shade of cerulean blue that I had ever seen. I felt like I wanted to get lost in those beautiful eyes. There was a feeling growing inside of me as I looked at this vampire and it was the opposite feeling of when I'd met Mr. Compton. He smiled at me just as Pam zipped back to my side. I couldn't stop myself from smiling back. "You are in luck Miss Stackhouse, the Sheriff is willing to see you."

She took my arm again and led me up on the stage. That good feeling inside me kept growing the closer I got to him. Pam let go of my arm and went to stand behind the sheriff. I stood there with the smile still on my face and for once it was a genuine smile and not my fake Crazy Sookie smile. "Hello. I am sorry to bother you, but I am in need of some assistance and I was hoping that you could help or at least offer me some other solution."

"We shall see Miss Stackhouse. Why don't you have a seat and tell me what the problem is that you have with Mr. Compton." His voice was like velvet and I just wanted to stand there and listen to him talk for the night (preferably something dirty, which was very unlike me), but I needed help.

"It might be better if we were to have this conversation someplace more private."

He looked at me with curiosity and amusement on his face and I thought that he was going to refuse my request until he stood up. I had to look up and up and up to keep my eyes on his face and not on all the lickable parts of his body. Wait a minute, where did that thought come from? I pushed that thought aside when he held out his hand for me to take. "Let's go to my office then Miss Stackhouse and you can tell me everything."

I put my hand in his and I felt sparks where we touched. I watched him look down surprised at our joined hands. I knew that he felt the sparks two, but he ignored it and led me back to his office.

I was trailing behind him as he walked and I didn't mind. He had the finest ass that I had ever seen in those leather pants and I had to hold myself back from climbing him like a monkey in a mango tree. I wanted to grab that ass and lots of other parts of him too. Oh my Lord, what is wrong with me? Twenty-six years as a virgin, I meet one hot vampire and I turn into a wanton slut. Yet somehow it didn't bother me as much as it should have.

He led me into his office and sat me down on his leather sofa while he sat down at his desk. I was disappointed that he didn't sit down next to me, but even from across the room I could still admire the view.

He put his feet up on his desk making himself comfortable before he returned his attention back to me. "What seems to be the problem Miss Stackhouse?"

"Well Mr.…um, I'm sorry I don't know your name."

"I apologize for being rude Miss Stackhouse. My name is Eric Northman."

Well at least now I had a name to go with the face that I would be fantasizing about frequently. I went through and explained everything to him that had happened the previous night and everything that I had heard from Mr. Compton. He didn't seem to be interested, but I could tell that he was absorbing everything that I was saying. "So is there anything that you can do to help me Mr. Northman? I don't want to be a slave to your queen."

He sat up, removing his feet from his desk and looked over at me with a smirk that what sexy as all get out on his face. "You are asking me to go against a direct order from my queen."

"Yes I am."

"What would I get out of this in return?"

I knew this was were I had to pull out my ace in the hole. "Well Mr. Northman, I am a telepath. I can hear peoples thoughts." I watched him stiffen in his chair and I felt the need to remedy that quickly. "I can't hear vampires thoughts. Vampires seem to be a void to me where you're thoughts are suppose to be." I watched him instantly relax at my words. "If you can help me I will help you. I will use my telepathy to help you in any way that I can. It will be a small price to pay to not be taken."

I watched him as he stood up and went around to lean against the front of his desk. He looked so sexy standing there and I was fighting with myself to stay seated and not go over to run my hands and other parts of my body all over his. "What would be a high price that you would be willing to pay?"

"I don't know what you mean Mr. Northman."

"To put it simply Miss Stackhouse, if I were to protect you I want you to know that I don't share what is mine."

That sounded scary and hot all at the same time. I wouldn't mind being possessed by him, but I needed to know exactly what he meant. "What exactly are you going to want from me Mr. Northman?"

He came over, sat down beside me and took my hand in his. Normally touching somebody would amplify their thoughts in my mind, but his touch just amplified that good feeling inside of me. It also caused some warm and pleasant feelings low in my belly and if I had a spare pair of panties I could have put them to good use as well right about now. "You fascinate me Miss Stackhouse. You were brave enough to come into a building full of vampires and ask for help. You are courageous and beautiful and those are rare qualities to have together in a breather. Put them together with your telepathy makes you extremely valuable.

"If I were to protect you I would want you to take some of my blood."

"I don't want to be a vampire." I said that without thinking first. As I looked at this gorgeous creature in front of me it might not be so bad to be a monster to be with him. Something was definitely wrong with my brain around this man.

His face lit up at my words. "You wouldn't become a vampire little one. I would have to drain you almost completely, them feed you a good amount of my blood before you would become vampire and I would never do that without permission. I am simply talking about a few drops. I would be able to find you if someone were to take you."

"I guess that I can except that. What else would you want from me?"

"Since you offered your telepathy I would want you to come and work for me her at Fangtasia."

"I guess I could come work as a waitress and listen in to you patrons at the same time."

"You don't have to be a waitress. You could just hang around the bar and listen in."

"If I decide to agree to this I need to work. I can't just laze about. What else?"

"You would need to move here to Shreveport."

"What? Why?"

"Even at top speed Bon Temps is twenty minutes away from here. If I am to protect you it would be better if I could get to you within a few minutes if something were to happen."

The thought of being closer to him was appealing, but I couldn't just abandon my Gran. She needed me. "I have my Gran to take care of. I can't just up and leave her."

"She could come with you."

"She is too old and set in the ways to up and leave her home that has been in our family for over a hundred and forty years."

"What if I had someone that could care for her in your absence?"

"I don't know." I paused and looked down and our hands that were still joined together. "I know that I came to you Mr. Northman, but I need some time to think and talk things over with my Gran."

"Of course Miss Stackhouse, but I will need you definite answer by tomorrow night. I would give you more time, but the queen is very impatient when she wants something. I will send somebody to watch over your house for the night."

"Alright. Thank you Mr. Northman. You have been a great help to me already."

He brought the hand that he was still holding to his lips and kissed it. I wished that it was more than just my hand that he was kissing, but even that simple touch made me want to melt. "It's my pleasure Miss Stackhouse. I hope that we can come to a mutually beneficial relationship." He helped me to my feet and we were so close that if I wanted to I could have leaned forward just and inch and my lips would be touching that amazing chest, but that didn't feel like it would be close enough.

"I'm sure that we will." He kept holding my hand and rested his other hand on the small of my back as he led me out of his office and out the back door and to my car.

He held open my door as I slid in the drivers seat. "Would it be all right for you to come back her tomorrow night around ten o'clock to give me your final answer."

"That would be fine."

"Well, then I hope you have a pleasant evening Miss Stackhouse." He reached into his pocket and handed me a business card. "Here is my card. Call me anytime if you need anything before tomorrow night. My day man's number is on the back if you have trouble during the day, but you should be fine."

"Thank you."

"Goodnight Miss Stackhouse."

"Goodnight to you as well Mr. Northman." I started my car and headed back to Bon Temps. I felt better about my situation, but was a really ready to up and leave my home even if it would bring me closer to that walking, talking sex god? That was definitely the million dollar question.