A/N: I can't believe the great response I got on Chapter one. I'm so thankful to everyone who's reviewed. It really does make me want to get the next chapter up faster. Somehow, knowing someone want so read what I write is like HUGE motivation. Also, many of you added me to your alerts and favorites and I am humbled. I wasn't sure how my first attempt at the Sookieverse would go but it's so much fun.

Well, I did promise Sookie's POV, so here it is. Enjoy.

IMPORTANT: I have to give one huge amazing shout out to my Beta (yes, I now have one) : Amkp. She is a master of diction, syntax and grammar. If you think it's good, it's thanks to her!!

Disclaimer: The list of things I don't own include but are not limited to: Eric, Sookie, Alcide, Quinn, Tara, Arlene, Bill, Team Edward T-shirts, True Blood and the Gracious Plenty...sad day

Sookie's POV

Eric.

I draw in a sharp intake of breath as I find myself looking up into the piercing blue eyes I've been dreaming about for a month. I lick my lips involuntarily as I sweep my eyes over his body. He's even better looking than I remembered. I can feel my sex throb just thinking about that night and all the nights that have followed. Such vivid dreams. My sex throbs again, and as I feel the wetness pool between my thighs, I wonder if he can see it. I am wearing some pretty tight spandex shorts, and I have my legs splayed in a complete split.

I want to get up and move, but I'm lost in my own thoughts.

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I so completely didn't want to go out that night. But, there was just no arguing with Tara when she was on a mission. It was Arlene's birthday, she was turning thirty...again, and Tara kept whining that I hadn't gone out in 'forfuckingever'. Well no crap, I was planning a wedding. Brides-to-be don't have a hell of a lot of time to spare.

But that night, I just didn't give a shit. Bill Compton could've buried himself in the ground for all I cared. He had taken me to dinner earlier in the evening to meet some friends of his. Malcolm and Diane were SUPER creepy, making dinner an unenjoyable event. Then, he subjected me to something called Tuvan throat singing in the car on the way home. He was doing it to purposely annoy me when I didn't warm up to his buddies. Honestly, I usually get along with Bill's friends, but something about these two made me think they wanted to eat me. I shuddered.

To top the magical evening off, we got pulled over by a cop because Bill was speeding. I actually saw Bill pay the cop to let him off with a warning. He called it 'using his influence'. Of all the unethical, high-handed things! Bill has a LOT of money from a computer venture that took off in a big way, and sometimes, I had serious objections to his use of it. Bill and I had an argument on the remainder of the drive, and when he dropped me off at home, I told him I was staying in for the rest of the evening.

Instead, I took off my engagement ring and set it on my night stand before getting dressed to go out. I didn't have much in the way of club wear and I really wouldn't know where to start in the first place since Tara was dead set on us going to some cheesy vampire-theme bar in Shreveport. I mean, honestly, do I look like the type of girl to wear a Team Edward shirt ? I rolled my eyes in exasperation.

Shuffling through my closet, I landed on a really pretty, white dress I hadn't had a chance to wear, yet. I slipped it over my head and followed up with red FMPs and a matching headband. I swiped on a light coat of mascara, some tinted cherry chapstick and stepped in front of the mirror to survey the finished product. I was pleased with the end result. The white was setting off my tan nicely and the dress was short enough that I didn't look like I was going to church.

As I passed by my nightstand, to pick up my phone to call Tara, I glanced at the ring. I didn't realize what a huge weight had been taken off me when I removed it. The thought of putting it back on, right now, revolted me. I was slightly disturbed by this revelation. I supposed Bill's behavior that night made me wonder how well I really knew him. We had been dating less than a year when he asked me to marry him. Now, with the wedding less than three months away, I was having some serious second thoughts. I mean really, throat singing? Ugh.

I broke my stare away from the abhorrent rock, and called Tara to tell her I was coming out after all. She picked me up twenty minutes later.

We pulled up to Fangtasia, and I was shocked to see a line wrapped around the building. I stuck out like a sore thumb. A sea of leather, latex and lace formed a mote around the club. I didn't know whether to be regretful about my wardrobe choice or jump for joy that I didn't look like another Elvira. We walked up closer to the club and were making our way to the end of the line when I heard a bored voice call out, "White dress!" I didn't have any doubts that 'White Dress' was me.

I turned around to see the petite blond...bouncer? She looked like a soccer mom gone dominatrix. Her shoulder length blonde hair curled under a la Matilda. Her face was painted with a pale foundation, and she wore a deep burgundy lipstick that made the fangs in her mouth stand out in harsh contrast. She wore a latex dress in black that was so tight, I could see her nipples through it. When I glanced up to her face again, she was running her tongue over one of her fake fangs lasciviously. I felt intimidated and heated under her lustful stare.

"You wanted to speak with me, Latex Soccer Mom?" Even to my own ears, I sounded unnecessarily abrupt.

To my surprise, instead of looking put off, she broke into a huge grin, showing off her fangs to better advantage.

"I bet you're tasty, White Dress. Mind if I take a nibble?" Latex Soccer Mom purred, her voice oozing sex. I knew the fangs were fake, but somehow I thought she meant exactly what she was saying.

I felt Arlene and Tara take a step back, and I was left standing with Latex Soccer Mom as the people at the front of the line watched.

"I'm not on the menu. Besides, I bite back. And it won't be a little nibble." I shoved my ID into her hand, not asking if she was letting us cut in line, because I couldn't imagine that she called me over there just to ask if she could eat me. Then again, Latex Soccer Mom looked like a woman of strange tastes. She studied my ID before handing it back and checking Tara's and Arlene's in turn. She offered them no more than a bored, "Welcome to Fangtasia.," before lifting the velvet rope to grant us entry.

To me, she crooned, "I hope you enjoy your time here Sookie, it has been a pleasure." She made every word sound dirty. I inwardly cringed, wondering what had set her on my scent so acutely.

The inside of Fangtasia was more than I ever imagined. It was not the sparkly vampire, forbidden fruit theme. It was Anne Rice, Alan Ball, Laurell K. Hamilton vampire. The atmosphere was sexy, but there was also a feeling of desperation in the air. It felt as though everyone was just here for sex. People seemed to fall into one of two categories, predator or prey. There were a good number of people running around with fangs. The rest of the people looked more like they wanted to get bitten or had already been. People had fake bite marks painted on, some complete with faux-crusty dried blood.

The waitress who approached our table was no different. She certainly fell into the second category. As 'Ginger' introduced herself and started taking orders, I took in her short skirt and barely-there top. She had really taken her time with the makeup, even if she hadn't with her wardrobe. She had bite marks painted on the top of her breast, the side of her neck, the curve of her wrist and finally, the most disturbing, on her inner thigh which was clearly visible above her micro-mini.

"And for you, honey?" She was looking at me expectantly. Oh yeah, she was taking our orders.

I said the only drink I could think of, "Gin and Tonic, please." I looked over to see Tara and Arlene rolling their eyes at me. I always ordered the same drink. It's not that I'm boring, I just know what I like.

We went back to visiting. I found out Arlene was dating my brother Jason's friend Rene. Jason seemed to get along well with him but, for some reason he always gave me the willies. It was probably nothing. I prodded Tara a little bit about her dating situation, but she seemed reluctant to tell us anything. I've known Tara since I was a kid, and she was set to be my maid of honor, so I could tell she was hiding something. But, if there was one thing I knew about Tara, it was that when people pushed too hard, she'd shut down. I was going to prod, just a teeny bit more, when I saw Ginger coming back with our drinks.

She started distributing them - a Cosmopolitan for Arlene and a Bud on tap for Tara. When she set mine in front of me, she announced proudly, "Master would like to buy your drinks for the evening." She looked at me like I was supposed to be impressed or something.

"Master?" I sputtered incredulously. I was trying, very hard, not to laugh because she looked so genuine. "Which one is...Master, Ginger?" I couldn't believe the sentence even came out of my mouth, it sounded so ridiculous. Ginger pointed, and I saw the look on her face when she spotted her quarry. She looked awed.

I followed the line of her finger, and was met with a rather intense stare. He had piercing blue eyes, and the look he was giving me was very similar to the one I had received from Latex Soccer Mom outside, but...hungrier, if that was possible. Oh shit, this man is sexy.

I felt a strong burn begin low in my belly. My lips parted, and I think, I stopped breathing for just a moment. I wanted him, needed him to come closer. I snapped myself out of it. I had never reacted like that to a man before, not from just a look. Granted, he was no ordinary man. He looked like a Greek Adonis, or maybe a really hot Viking. He must have been at least six feet tall because he looked as tall sitting as some people did standing around him. His blonde hair fell around a face full of smooth planes and rough edges. His lips were full and kissable and for some reason, even the fangs in his mouth looked sextastic. I had to draw my gaze back to Ginger, and I knew she was only still there, because she was waiting on some sort of reciprocation or gratitude from me.

Once I tore my eyes from his visual forcefield, I was able to gather myself. That guy had some nerve! If he wanted to talk to me, he could come over here his own self. I'm sure he did this all the time, and women probably swooned at his feet. Well, not this one! I wanted to tell him to go fly a kite. I told Ginger, as politely as I could manage, that I had changed my mind, and would prefer a water.

She looked shocked, for a moment, before sitting my drink back on her tray, and returning it to the bar. I could feel those blue eyes still staring at me, and I did my to keep my attention on Tara and Arlene. When the tingling on the back of my neck eased up, I indulged myself in a quick peek in his direction.

Ginger was speaking with the fangy drink buyer and I could see he looked upset about something. Ginger backed up a few steps in retreat, and bowed. I did a quick double take to make sure I saw it right. Maybe she'd dropped something. Her neck was curved downward in submission and I snorted out a laugh. I hadn't even spoken to the sexy stranger yet, and I already disliked him. He obviously insisted the staff treat him like some kind of god.

When I turned back to my friends, Tara and Arlene were talking about their first time. Since I was still a virgin, I always felt pretty left out of these conversations. Tara and Arlene seemed to catch on to my discomfort, and made an effort to include me.

"So, Sookie, do you have any awful stories about the guys you've dated?" Arlene asked me indulgently.

As a matter of fact I did,... "Well, actually, you remember in High School when I was dating Alcide Herveaux?" Tara nodded that she was following and even Arlene, who had missed our graduating class by about a decade piqued with interest. Everyone in our little corner knew Herveaux & Sons construction, and Alcide was considered quite the eligible bachelor.

"I knew something weird happened with him, Sookie. You guys were so into each other, and all of a sudden, you were avoiding him like the plague. Spill!" Tara's eyes were bright with excitement.

"Well," I couldn't believe I was telling this. I promised him I wouldn't, but it was so long ago anyway. "He had taken me out to dinner after the homecoming game and following dinner he took me to the bayou, to park. We'd kissed a few times, but not much else, and I really thought I was ready to go all the way. I knew he was experienced, and from what I'd heard from Debbie, the bitch ex of his, he was amazing. She bragged about how she had ten orgasms every night. So, I decided my first time would be with a man who knew what he was doing, and it sounded like he did. When we slid into the back seat and started kissing, I bravely put my hand on his thigh. He got this weird look on his face, and all of a sudden, there was this stain on the front of his pants." I was succumbing to the giggles, but my friends looked completely nonplused.

"Well, I guess it wasn't that funny..." I was pretty disappointed to still be out of the loop. Arlene and Tara were just staring into space, obviously bored stupid by my little story. I looked up to see what was so interesting and saw the fangy drink buyer standing at our table.

He was the most handsome man I had ever seen. I shifted uncomfortable in my seat as I felt my panties grow damp. He was so close and he smelled so good. Like the moonlight and the outdoors. Close up, the view was even better than from afar. I could see very well developed muscles in his arms and the silk shirt he wore clung to his abs in the most tantalizing way. And OH MY GOD, from this angle, I could see the curve of his perfect ass incased in his leather pants. If I leaned over, I could bite it. I was obviously wound up from the past twenty-five years of abstinence.

His voice took me off guard as he addressed all of us, finally releasing me from his gaze. "Good Evening, ladies. Is this your first time at Fangtasia?" We all nodded in affirmation; Tara and Arlene looking a little more mindless than I hoped I did.

He looked back at me, catching me with his eyes again. "I'm Eric, I own this establishment. And you are?" I was ashamed of my primitive reactions to this man. I am NOT an animal!

I pulled my best southern girl manners out, just in the nick of time, and offered him my hand. "Sookie. Pleasure to meet you." I knew I was wearing my 'crazy Sookie' smile, but it was better than giving into my baser urges. If my mouth was in a huge, nervous grin, it couldn't be biting that delicious ass, could it? Thank God, 'rational Sookie' was back for a visit, I hope she stuck around, I was fighting a losing battle against my hormones.

"Aren't you sweet?" It wasn't really a question, more like an annoying platitude. I thought Eric would just shake my hand - like a normal human being - but he raised it to his lips, instead. When his soft lips met my skin, I felt a jolt of electric current from my hand right straight down to my sex. Wetness bloomed there as my nipples pebbled under my dress. I was very aware that his breathing changed, and I was trying so hard not to look at the situation...er...developing a few inches away from my face. And if, what I could glimpse just from my peripheral vision was any sign, it was an impressive development indeed.

I snatched my hand away. To hell with being polite! If I didn't get some space soon, I was going to break a twenty-five year streak with a complete stranger. An annoying, arrogant, sexy stranger.

"Not especially." My voice sounded huskier than I would have liked, but I had gained some equilibrium. Eric, the insufferable, erupted into laughter that seemed to fill the whole bar. It vibrated the booth I was sitting on, because he was so close and those vibrations sent tremors through me. I shivered in reaction.

"Was the drink not to your liking?" Eric pouted.

I was so not buying the pouting. People never buy other people things and expect nothing in return. Except, with as close as this annoying man was standing, I was forgetting why I didn't want to give him something in return. Oh yeah, I'm a virgin, set to be married in less than three months time to a man she's just been in a fight with.

"I don't know you. I don't expect someone I don't know to buy me things." Especially, when I'm perfectly capable of buying my own drinks.

He cocked his head to the side, looking bemused., "It's just a drink, Sookie." I stifled a moan when he said my name. It sounded like a lover's whisper in his smooth timbre. I wanted to run my hands through his blonde hair as he said my name over and over. I shifted, again. This was getting ridiculous!

"It's never just a drink, Eric." I turned back to Tara and Arlene, even though their brains were otherwise occupied, in an attempt to return to our conversation. I reached over to shut Arlene's gaping mouth. She was starting to drool. How embarrassing. I discreetly checked the corners of my own mouth for any tale-tell signs of drool.

I heard Eric saying something again about everything being on the house, but I was trying so hard not to look at him, desperately trying to ignore the attraction. At some point, I could feel him leave. I know it sounds crazy, but I was so aware of the man, it was like I could track his presence in the room.

I was still aware of him watching me as I made my way to the bar. Defiantly, I ordered a gin and tonic, and made my way back to the booth. The night went on nicely, and I was catching a nice buzz as I made a second, third, fourth and fifth trip to the bar.

I don't drink very often, so by the fifth drink, I was ready to let loose. I dragged Tara and Arlene out onto the dance floor. I may not be able to play an instrument or carry a tune, but I loved to dance, and I was pretty good at it. I could swivel like Shakira and shake like Beyonce. I was having fun dancing with my girlfriends when I felt the pushy Viking behind me. He placed his hands on my hips, and I stepped back so that my body was flush against him. I reached my right arm up to grab him by the neck, his grip on my hips tightened. We were so in tune to each other's bodies, and I was more turned on than I'd ever been in my life. I could feel his stiff erection rubbing against my ass and in a particularly bold move, I dropped low to make my way back up sloooowwwwly. I rubbed every part of my body against his, and I felt him shudder behind me. He moved my hair away from my neck, and then I felt his mouth on me. He left a burning trail from my shoulder up the column of my neck. He rubbed his rough stubble against my skin, and his lips brushed softly at my ear. His voice sounded strained, "You're a fantastic dancer, Sookie." I tried to hold back a moan, but was unsuccessful.

When the song ended, he grabbed me roughly around the waist and spun me to face him. Our eyes met, his were heavy lidded, hooded with his lust. The next song started, he nudged his thighs between mine so I was straddling him. I moved to the music, and the delicious friction started to build something inside me...what was this feeling? It felt as though I was leading up to something, something big.

I continued to shamelessly grind myself on his leg as he pressed his erection firmly into my hip. I reached my hands around his back to take hold of that most delicious ass of his. I squeezed firmly and I watched his eyes flutter before landing back on my face, his gaze more intent than ever. He was looking directly at my mouth, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

I grabbed his face between my hands, and guided him down to me. When our lips met, I felt that jolt again. I laid gentle kisses on him at first, gauging his reaction. It seemed good, so I nibbled on his lower lip before probing his mouth with my tongue. He swooped in and took control of the situation. Our bodies continued our dance, I felt the building feeling growing stronger. The song came to an end and Eric broke the kiss. He rested his forehead on mine, and I could hear his breathing was as labored as my own. My hips continued to rock against him of their own free will. It felt as though if I stopped. this exquisite pleasure I was working toward would be lost. He held me at arm's length, and I tried desperately to gather myself.

"My office is at the end of the hall past the bar. Meet me there in five minutes?" I nodded and he took off.

Why was he even asking? Of course, I would be there. I felt like I was standing at the edge of a cliff and if I could just jump off there would be something exquisite waiting for me at the bottom. Was this...an orgasm?

Bill had insisted on some compromise, since I refused to give him sex. When I was younger, I thought I wanted to have sex, but every guy I got close to, well, it just ended disastrously (Alcide was the first in a long line of foul ups.) By the time Bill and I got serious, I figured if I had waited this long, why not wait until I was married? But, I had never felt anything like what I felt when Eric touched me. I was on fire for him. Bill had touched me down there and it never even came close to anything like what I'd experienced tonight.

Oh shit, Bill!. We were in a fight, not broken up. A bare finger does not a single woman make. I ran a hand through my hair, and hurriedly looked for Arlene and Tara. They had both paired up with dance partners of their own. I convinced them I was having an emergency, and had to leave immediately. It was pretty much true. If I didn't leave, I would do something I was sure to regret in the morning. Tara drove us home since she'd only had the one beer, and I slumped down in my seat. I was feeling relieved, but incredibly frustrated.

I had my first dream of Eric that night. The first of many. He was panting my name as he moved in and out of me. His strong arms held him up above me, and his hair was pulled back into a haphazard pony tail. He leaned down and whispered to me, "This is only the beginning." He thrust one more time, and I had my first ever orgasm. I woke up writhing and feeling incredibly satisfied.

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And now he's standing so close, the same hooded eyed lust stare from that night.

"I believe we have some unfinished business, Sookie."

Next chapter:

Is Eric pissed at Sookie?

How will he take it out on her poor body?

Let me know what you think. This was my first try at Sookie, too. So if you think she's OOC, tell me if you liked it or if you didn't. I always like to hear both sides of the story :D

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~Sarah