So sorry to all my viewers who read the original version of this story. I was not happy with it at all so I deleted it and have started over. All I Ever Wanted is a project of mine and I want to be happy with the material of it. I hope you all like this first chapter better than the original. Please feel free to drop me a comment. Also, please note I do not speak Swedish. So any languages in this fiction that are not English are translated using Google Translate. If they are inaccurate I apologize now.

Every story has a beginning..

Her story would have been one for the ages, she was sure, if anyone dared to believe it anymore. Only a select few individuals in the world even still believed in a being like her. It was one of mystery and a whole lot of speculation, not that she really cared. She knew the truth and soon, those that loved her more than anything would also know the truth. Even though she knew that it would hurt them, they would come out of this better, she hoped.

Everything hinged on one crucial detail. The detail that just walked through the door of Merlotte's. It had been two years since the revelation that vampires actually existed, not that she was surprised any. Two years of quiet solitude inside the city limits of Bon Temps, because honestly, what vampire would want to come to a backwater town like this one?

Apparently, one wanted to.

It was a slow night so it was not hard for the waitresses to see who entered and who left the bar. Normally most people who were new to the area or to the bar would wait for someone to seat them. The regulars, they just took whatever table they could. There were plenty of open booths and tables in all the sections tonight; Merlotte's hadn't started getting busy yet.

So when the vampire walked right on in and took a seat in her section the blonde sighed. This was not how she had expected her re-emergence into the supernatural world would happen. At least not with this vampire. Shaking her head, her ponytail flying, and a fake smile on her face, Sookie headed towards the gentleman that had seated himself in her section. It wasn't that she didn't want to interact with the man, far from it, she just had hoped that a different vampire would be showing up tonight.

There would be no way for her to pawn this off on someone else. She could, sure, but then the enraged phone call that she would get would be more than enough to make her wish that she hadn't. When the person you relied on to keep you alive was one of the most revered of all, you listened. She had been told that it would be this particular vampire that would first make contact; that his appearance would signal that she needed to get back into the supernatural world and take her rightful place.

Forcing her "Crazy Sookie" smile on her face the waitress quickly made her way over to the vampire, hoping that he would not be able to pick up on who she was.

"What can I getcha?"

"I'll have one of those TruBloods if you have it?" he asked with what was probably supposed to be a grimace but actually looked more like he was constipated; a state of being which was impossible for any vampire.

"No, sorry, we don't. We had a few a while back, but they went bad. You're the first vampire we've had. Can I get you anything else though?"

"Some red wine please? So I have an excuse to sit here." Why he looked hopeful was beyond her but who was she to say whether or not someone could stay on if they ordered something.

While Sookie personally had never met this particular vampire before, she knew enough about him to know that the slight pushing sensation she felt in her head was his pathetic attempt to glamour her. Keep trying asshole. Older and far more powerful vampires have tried and failed. Still she nodded her head as she kept her thoughts to herself. On one hand, Sookie was glad that vampire's thoughts didn't register in her brain. It would be to hard to keep her calm facade if she had to hear everything he was thinking. She was even more grateful for the fact that they couldn't hear hers.

Before she had a chance to move away from the table and back towards the bar to get his order for the wine, Sookie spotted two people that she absolutely hated to think about being in in the bar. Maybe it was the oily combination of the vampire's voice and the sudden sharpness of the resident trailer trash that had her on edge. Whatever it was, Sookie was struggling to keep herself in check.

Watching as Denise and Mack Rattray leaned over the back of the booth to join in on the conversation, Sookie resisted the urge to glare and sneer. She didn't need to give away any weakness to the vampire. Hell half the town hated Denise and Mack, that was not hard to understand. As they opened their mouths she hoped that the vampire would understand this too and want nothing to do with them.

"Don't mind Sookie none mister, she's crazy."

"I'll be right back with your wine, don't you go nowhere."

Turning around sharply and heading back to the bar, Sookie let out a barely audible growl. She doubted that even the vampire would hear her. It was soft enough that her father would have heard, and his progeny but not this youngling. Young vampire were cocky and they were arrogant but they were truly no match for the two she knew that she would have to reunite with.

Reaching the bar, Sookie rolled her eyes at Tara Thorton who was working that night. The two women were very good friends and she knew the other woman's stance on vampires. Not that it mattered to Sookie. There were things she couldn't tell anyone, not even the mocha skinned woman that she called a dear friend. No, that was part of the agreement for having her identity hidden. The alternative was to be dead so she would gladly hide away from it all.

For years now Bon Temps had been her home, her safe haven. So far and yet so close to the one she called father, to the mate she was destined for but fighting against. It had been so remote that she hadn't expected there to be vampires, not like in Shreveport or Dallas, the larger cities. Having one here was only going to cause further problems.

"Red Wine for the vampire who would be smart to leave, and the usual for the Rats."

"Never would have taken you for someone who didn't like vampires, Sookie."

"Oh I don't mind vampire none, I do, however, dislike the ones that try to manipulate me the very first time they meet me. You've heard they have that brainwashing ability."

The blonde was quite sure that the vampire could hear her. The noise in the bar was not that loud and if he was paying enough attention her entire conversation would be understood. She might be pretending to be Sookie Stackhouse, but she was not stupid when it came to the world of the supernatural. The blonde understood the etiquette that was expected of her, as well as the chain of command that they lived by. Her own father held a position of power and that should have been enough.

Knowing that the world had all but forgotten about her, she couldn't blame the younger vampire for his impetuousness. The legend of her life was forgotten, a bedtime story told by all to keep their progeny in line. Her story was for another time. Right now, she just needed to focus on making it out of this event without any problems.

Taking the now filled wineglass, Sookie headed back to the booth where the vampire sat, now surrounded by the Rattrays. Setting his drink down, she frowned a moment at the conversations around her. The vampire was trying to get her attention but Sookie just ignored him and went back to her other tables. She couldn't just let her regulars go without because of the vampire that had entered.

Bon Temps was not exactly the kind of place that you wanted to be abnormal in. She knew that. She was often thought of as crazy because of her gift. The only gift that anyone knew about, at any rate. It was enough. She didn't envy anyone that stuck out in a place like this and being the only one of their kind.

As the night wore on, Sookie found herself getting tired. Tired of not just keeping up her walls, but tired of having to know that she was being stared at by a creepy vampire. He was trying to get to her, to figure something out about her. It wasn't that she was unused to it, she just didn't want to have to deal with it.

Finding a chance for a small break, Sookie found herself in the back of the bar at Sam's office. It wasn't soundproofed but it would afford her some privacy in checking through her phone. No one knew that the young woman had a cellular phone. She had worked hard to hide a good many of her secrets. Digging through her bag and pulling out her phone, Sookie noticed the messages. She knew exactly who they were from and she knew that she would need to keep her composure.

My darling Sookie. The time has come. You have practiced for this. You are ready. The vampire will arrive and the plans will be laid in motion. You must take heart. Things will get better. For now you must follow the vampire, this Compton, but do not get too close. Allow yourself to go to your sheriff. He is needed for this, as is your father. Only together will you overcome the road ahead. Take heart my darling granddaughter. The love you've been longing for shall be returned to you two fold. The key players are waiting for the sign, for the secret words to be spoken. You know what they are, use them wisely. Now, get back to work and make sure that Compton doesn't hurt anyone with his patheticness. Seriously, why would anyone turn him into a vampire.

The last part of the text was enough to make her giggle. It had been too long since she had done so, far too long. It wasn't the message itself that shocked Sookie, the woman knew far more than anyone ever actually acknowledged. It was the actual fact that the Ancient Pythoness knew how to use a cell phone. Sookie had often teased the elder vampire that the woman needed to get with the times. It was a teasing meant in fun but had been taken to heart.

Hearing Sam's call that she had better get to work, Sookie hid her phone away once more and slipped back out. She had only been gone scant minutes but it was long enough for the vampire and the Rattray's to disappear. Everything was moving fast, far faster than Sookie wanted to admit. If he got himself drained that wouldn't be her problem. Alright, so it actually would be in the form of her pissing off the Ancient Pythoness.

Steeling herself, Sookie knew that she was about to act like a loon to make this work. Pushing her way back through the bar, acting like the Crazy Sookie that everyone thought she was, she took off out the back towards the vampire. So maybe she could have moved a little faster, but it wouldn't matter in the end. She would save Bill Compton and then meet the sheriff of Area Five.

Oh joy.

Slipping outside and looking around, Sookie was listening both with her mind and her ears. It wasn't hard to hear Denise over the sound of the nighttime animals. She was always loud no matter where she was. It was only out of sheer luck that Sookie saw Jason's truck, still with the silver chain nestled inside. Such a boon in the current situation.

Sookie had no desire to truly face off with the Rattray's but there was no escaping it at the current time. Plans were in place and she had to do her part. It mattered not that genuine fear might be lacing through her thoughts and actions. Fear that all of this would be for naught. That it would end with the True Death of those she loved with everything she had.

Reaching with the chain, Sookie hoped that her years of loafing about hadn't dulled her fighting ability. When she heard the solid smack of the chain across Mack's back she barely fought back the vicious grin that wanted to spread. The sound echoing through the night, and forcing the nightlife to grow silent. Moving again, she stepped back enough that it looked like it might have been a fluke with the chain.

For as messed up as Mack was while coming down from his V high, the man regained his footing quickly and reached for a knife from his boot. It was a small thing, but would still do damage if he managed to get close to her. A risk that Sookie wasn't quite sure she would take. She wasn't afraid that she'd get hurt or die. If anyone knew the true story of her life they would realize how hard it would be to accomplish such a feat.

"You crazy bitch!" Mack yelled at Sookie as he moved in to attack. His thoughts rammed into her like a car crash, showing exactly what the man wanted to do to her if he ever managed to get his filthy, grimy hands upon her person. She would not have that. No one but her father and her mate were allowed to touch her, at all. She made sure of that. Chucking the chain, and using a small amount of the telekinesis, a power that was so weak in her right now that no one would notice it, Sookie watched as the chain wrapped and squeezed around Mack's neck. As he started to flail around, she did not dodge fast enough and the knife sliced her arm.

Denise, finally noticing what was going on, had a few choice words for Sookie who gave just as good as she got. Finally after a brief but rather boring verbal sparring match, Denise and Mack managed to flee the area and escape. With the two of them out of the way the only other concern that Sookie had would be the vampire who was tied up. It wasn't like she didn't realize that this was all fake. For one thing, the chains binding him, while silver, were honestly too thin to hold a vampire of his age. They would need to be thicker. It was quite clear that Denise and Mack were only used to dealing with baby vampires.

She wondered, if only for a moment, if Mr. Compton was a lot smarter than anyone understood. He was still trying to play this little game, and for now she would let him win. Wrapping the thin silver chain around her neck, pretending that she thought it was deterrent enough to keep herself protected, she quickly assumed the role of naive Sookie Stackhouse, backwater waitress from the town of Bon Temps. She was hoping that with the introduction of this person into the town that it would trigger her introduction to the Sheriff. Oh the fun that would be. Knowing exactly who ran the area, Sookie had chosen to steer clear of him until she had been given the all clear. After all, they thought she was dead.

Moving to help the vampire sit up, Sookie demanded of him, "Push with your feet!" as if he was incapable of realizing that a car was careening their way. When the Rattrays in their beat up car had finally passed and he was finally leaning against a tree, the blonde moved away from him. Close enough that he would think she was curious but far enough away as to not give the wrong impression. What she really wanted to do was strangle the living daylights out of him and demand he return to wherever it was that he crawled from.

Touching him was the furthest thing from her mind and she made that quite clear with her body language. Hearing nothing in the air around her, especially thoughts, Sookie decided that now was as good a time as any to try to pry into what this man was doing here. Bon Temps was not exactly the place vampires came to vacation in.

"I'm sorry I didn't get here faster," she pauses for a moment and tries to think about what to say. "You'll feel better in a minute right? Do you want me to leave?"

"No."

Asshole. Talkative much are you? You're probably pissed off that you were saved by a woman and had to glamour those drainers into taking your blood. Yeah I'm on to you buddy.

People watching was a skill that Sookie had mastered quickly. Especially around strangers. It helped her gauge what people were truly saying almost as well as her telepathy did. Right now she was quite certain that this vampire was either pissed off or a sneaky bastard. He was up to something and she had a few good ideas what it was. Regardless of what she had been told by the Ancient Pythoness she was going to form her own judgment and so far, he was not making a passing grade.

"They might come back, and I can't fight yet," he ground out, sounding for all the world like he actually meant it.

Sookie watched as the vampire tried to right himself and get everything squared away. Oh he was good. Pretending to be hurt far more than he was. Yes he had been drained but in truth it wasn't very much blood, no where near enough to warrant the way he was acting. Her warning that he was here to seek her out for her 'gift' was the only reason that she was playing along with this game and not hauling his ass directly to Shreveport. His tone clearly spoke of his contempt for women, something that Sookie was sure was all him without the vampire influence.

"Oh." Pausing a moment, Sookie let her blue eyed gaze land on the dark one of the vampire in front of her.

"I can't hear you."

"Thank you!" he yelled.

Frowning, Sookie wanted to tell him that there was no need to shout. He was so stupid. She had just dropped a hint but obviously he would need a bit more coaxing to understand.

"No. No… I can hear you speak, but…" She paused a moment more before placing her hands on his face in a dramatic effect to try to get him to understand her words. Really did he need it spelled out as if she was a Light Bright? Would a flashing neon sign have helped, the arrow pointing to her with the words 'telepath that way' decorating it?

One of the things that Sookie had learned in her long life was how to tell the age of a vampire by the void in her head. They had always been silent to her, a blessing she was more than happy to deal with. Bill's void was awfully tiny. The two vampires that she knew had voices double, if not triple the size of Compton's. Then again, they were both very old and very powerful; and would be rightfully pissed when they realized that she was alive and had been hidden from them for one thousand years.

The conversation with Bill brought her back to herself and she let out the appropriate amount of outrage at his words. His voice, though she had trouble focusing on it, had a way at times of making her once again focus on the conversation.

"Aren't you afraid to be alone with a hungry vampire?"

"Nope."

"Are you assuming that since you came to my rescue that you're safe, that I harbor an ounce of sentimental feelings after all these years? Vampires often turn on those who trust them. We don't have human values, you know."

Bullshit!. My father would be the first to call you on that lie Mr. Compton but go ahead and continue pretending to think that I know nothing about vampires. It's going to be a fine day when my mate tears into you for this, with my father watching.

"A lot of humans turn on those who trust them, I'm not a total fool." Gripping the silver chain which she had wrapped around her neck a little tighter she was trying to give him the illusion that she thought the silver would keep her safe. It might against a baby vamp but any vampire over a century old would be able to bypass that tiny amount of silver with ease. He would be stupid to touch her though. If he survived the retribution, there would be the Tribunal. She wasn't so sure he would come out with the odds in his favor.

This creep was watching her every move and she was barely paying attention to his words, hoping they could end their useless banter soon. She wanted to go get some rest.

"But there's a rather juicy artery in your groin" He started to say before she let her temper get the better of her.

"Now you cut that out right now mister. I won't stand for that." Her voice was tart and she knew that even Adele, the wonderful human woman who had guided her for many years would have been slightly amused. That woman never missed a beat on anything. It had been hard to present herself with the Southern Belle persona that she was currently sporting but necessary for her survival. Any other way would have spelled doom and death for all.

While she might look blonde and stupid, Sookie was truly anything but. That artery was a favorite of a lot of vampires especially for the purposes of their 'fuck and feed' as many of them called it. Sookie knew without a doubt that only her mate would taste her from that artery and Creepy McCreeperson was not him.

It was so easy to tune out this vampire, the words he spoke, rolling through her head like empty space but Sookie knew that she needed to focus again. With that in mind, she focused her attention back to the words that he was trying to spew.

"Don't you talk dirty. I won't listen to that. When you talk to me, you'll talk to me like the lady I am." The voice that came from her held a fire that few got to see. It was clear that he would not win Sookie over with that kind of talk. The question was, did he have the gall to talk to her again like that. Oh she had a few ideas of who would, and none of them would be the faux southern gentleman in front of her.

The longer she kept him talking, the more she hated every minute of it. This vampire didn't seem to be one that hadn't followed at least a modicum of the rules. He might not have been completely accurate in explaining why he was in the area but he, more than likely, had checked in at least.

"Would you like to drink the blood they collected? It would be a way for me to show my gratitude. My blood is supposed to improve your sex life and your health"

Oh she wished that she was recording this conversation. It would be great future material, not that her testimony alone wouldn't be sufficient enough cause to get Compton into a world of trouble. His oily voice was making her cringe and she hoped they would be through with their conversation soon enough. He was starting to give her a headache.

"I'm healthy as a horse and I have no sex life to speak of. You do what you want with it."

"You could sell it"

The very notion that he could find a way to manipulate her like this did not set well. Most humans would probably not have even bothered to think twice about such an idea. Then, he would have an in to blackmail them into doing his bidding. No she was not going to fall for that, even if she truly knew nothing about the supernatural world and the importance of the blood.

"I wouldn't touch it.

"You're different. What are you."

"Well, I'm Sookie Stackhouse, and I'm a waitress. What's your name?"

"Bill."

She couldn't understand exactly why she burst out laughing. She'd already known his name in all honesty but the spontaneous reaction to hearing just how plainly he stated it was clear. She had honestly hoped that he'd have some awesome name that would make people cower in fear, not the type of name that one might seen on a Wheel of Names in a call center somewhere.

"The vampire Bill! I thought it might be Antoine, or Basil, or Langford! Bill!"

It was so amusing to her that watching him glower at her laughter was worth it. Standing up, Sookie quickly said her goodbyes as she then headed towards her car. Sam would know that she was done for the night and he would no doubt call her tomorrow. She and the shifter had come to an understanding. She didn't tell the world what he was and he allowed her certain...allowances.

Sam Merlotte had been one of the few to realize that the stories about her were actually true. That she was more than just some fairy tale and he had worked hard to protect her while she had been in Bon Temps. It was why she worked for him at this very moment and why he helped her take care of an aging Adele. When she had run out here to deal with this problem he had thought directly to her and let her know to just head on home when she was done. Sam stopped questioning her actions regarding the supernatural a long time ago.

Climbing into the beat up yellow car that she drove, Sookie headed away from the bar and out towards the farmhouse on Hummingbird Lane. Their neighbors were the Comptons, and she had no doubt that Bill was the proud not so new owner of a ramshackle farm house in desperate need of repair. What fantastic news right? Not.

Pulling into the parking spot on the driveway Sookie took a breath as she climbed out. The farm house had been her home for many years now and she would have to give it all up soon enough. It wasn't that she wasn't ready, even Adele knew that she would not be around forever. It was the fact that she wished she had more time with such a wonderful woman. More time to remember what it was like to be human herself and not whatever this thing was that she was.

Normally, Adele would be waiting for her but Sookie could hear the gentle breathing of the woman as she slept. Climbing up the stairs, Sookie quickly went about her routine of showering, changing and slipping off to bed for the night. She would be in for a very unusual day tomorrow, followed by a surefire trip to Fangtasia that evening.

It is time.