AN: THANK YOU to all those who wrote a review or followed! I was really nervous getting this going (especially with no real plot plan), but your support has been greatly appreciated! From here on out I am aiming everything to be my spin on True Blood, so any simmilarities are purely coincidence. Characters aren't mine. Don't sue!

LAST TIME

Sookie thought she was saving Eric, but really he tricked her into taking his blood. Bill comes back and informs her Eric can now feel her emotions, and pities her for being so stupid. Sookie starts questioning things, and instead of turning to Bill, decides to flee.

Blood Discovery

"Sook?" Jason looks at me, seeing my eyes filling with tears, and my hands starting to shake.

"Get me out of here Jas. Take me home" I whisper.

My big brother may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he has always been my knight in shining armour. One look at me, and he went into action. With a nod of his head, he swooped me up bridal style and jogged (carefully sidestepping the remaining carnage from the bomb) out to the street. The fresh air on my face immediately cooled my flush cheeks, as I feel the tears start trickling down my face.

Jason looks around and sees what must have been the bomber's getaway car off to the side of the road. The driver side door is hanging slightly off the hinges, wide open, and it seems there's even keys in the ignition. Well, lucky day! Jason jogs to the passenger side and awkwardly opens the door with two fingers that are tucked under my knees. Nudging the door farther open with his hip, he drops me carefully onto the seat.

"I got you sis" he says, as he closes the door and sprints over to the driver's side. The tears are falling freely now as I buckle my seat belt and close my eyes. My mind is racing with everything that happened tonight. The fellowship. Godric. Lorena. ERIC. I close my eyes and try to calm my raging mind as I hear Jason put the car in gear and floor it.

. . . . . . . . . . . .

I open my eyes at the sound of crunching gravel. As the front tire hits a large pothole, I recognize that we've reached my driveway. Home. The drive from Dallas must have gone quickly, and we seemed to have made it home in about 2 hours.

Jason parks the borrowed vehicle, and turns to me in his seat.

"How ya doin Sook?" he asks. What a loaded question. How am I doing? Well, I was almost raped by a church cult trying to save a vampire I don't know, after finally losing my virginity to my boyfriend who cheated on me, only to be tricked by yet another vampire, to drink his blood and probably turn into his telepathic slave. I decide to summarize.

"Well Jason, I've had better days. Thanks for getting me out of there. There was just too much going on and I thought my head was going to explode". He gives me a small smile and nods his head.

"I can only imagine, the vampers had everything under control so I didn't want to stick around any longer either" he turns back to the wheel of our borrowed car.

"I think I'm gonna drop this hunk of junk off at the scrapyard and see if I can get a deal for it" he says, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of some more funds for Merlotte pitchers. "You'll be okay for the rest of the night? I can stay ya know?" he offers. I wonder if I can get a few hundred for this car without having to tell em where I found it. I could use a few bucks for this weekend, Mary-Beth said she's coming over.

After his loud broadcasting I shake my head and lean over to give him a peck on the cheek.
"No, I'm fine. Thank you. Come by for dinner soon, okay?" He nods, and I proceed to get out of the car and close the door. With a wave, Jason makes his way back down the gravelly driveway into the darkness. I scurry up my front porch quickly and realize all my belongings are still in Dallas. Shit.

Just as I was about to dig out the hide a key a whoosh of air has my fear spiking and my body turning towards my dark front yard.

"Sweetheart" Bill says, advancing up the porch at human speed and grasping me by my upper arms. "You left the nest without me" he says, his grasp on my arms firm and just below painful.

I stutter "uh….yeah…there was too much going on. I needed to clear my head. I'm uh sorry". Wait, what am I apologizing for? That I left without his permission? I feel my back straighten a tiny bit as my head begins to analyze Bill's next words more carefully.

"You should not be out at night without my supervision. Eric can track you now, and you are not safe." He explains, his grip still on my biceps, his thumbs starting to dig into my small muscles there. Not wanting to get into this conversation, I try to think of a way to travel the small distance to my back door.

"I um…I… okay, you're right. I just want to get to bed. Will you walk me to my back door?" I ask, making my southern accent a tad stronger with my ridiculous request. Because a little poor thing like me couldn't make it to the back of my property without his supervision of course.

Bill nods his head, and thankfully loosens his grip around my arms in order to tuck one of my hands around his arm. If a stranger had seen us, you would have thought we were just returning from a casual night out. Bill being the perfect gentleman, escorting his woman home, and walking her safely to the door. Except my hair is crazy, still sporting soot and ashes, and I'm sure my white coat has more than just dirt on it. We walk the distance to my back door, which I thankfully keep unlocked. I don't tend to use it often, as to not advertise the fact it is usually left open. I don't have any neighbours nearby but I've come to learn, you never really know what (or who) is lurking in the dark.

As we reach the back porch, I move to disengage my hand from Bill's but he squeezes it. I squeak at the pressure. Human here, mister!

"I would very much like to secure your safety tonight my Sookeh" Bill says, as he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear and leans closer to my face. Keeping in mind my goal to get inside, I try to think of a way not to insult him. I look up into his eyes, a polite rejection on my lips, as I feel a pressure build behind my eyes, like the oncoming of a migraine.

Is my boyfriend SERIOUSLY trying to glamour me right now?! The pull increases as I maintain eye contact, trying hard not to let the rage show on my perfectly manicured expression.

"Thank you Bill, I would prefer to conclude this evening on my own. I've had a lot of excitement and would just like to rest my eyes" I let out, laying on the southern sweetness I'm praying he can't deny and dropping my eyes from his gaze. Even to my ears it sounds too well rehearsed. Shoot did I just blow it? I hope he doesn't see through it. Please oh please oh please oh please….

After the world's longest pause he finally sighs and says "Fine. I will call on you first thing tomorrow evening". I give the smallest nod, with pursed lips, and allow his to drop a kiss onto my forehead. I turn and make the small distance up my back porch. My heart has started hammering. So close, so close. I make it to the screen door and pull it open, trying not to move too quickly. It squeaks and just as my hand hits the door knob I feel a hard hand on my shoulder. My heart leaps to my throat. NO.

I turn and Bill is pressed right against me. Damn vampire speed. His fangs have run down.

Oh no, oh no, oh no. He is flush against me, and can no doubt hear my heart hammering against my chest. Breathe Sookie. I stand stock still. Moving ever so slowly, he leans down, turning me slightly towards him. Oh gracious don't bite me. I don't know what I'd do if he tried to bite me right now. Actually that's a lie, I'd scream bloody murder if he tried. He continues, and to my absolute mortification he leans his nose down my chest into the opening v neck of my jacket and licks a bit of blood from my cleavage.

YUCK!

"Goodnight my Sookeh" he says in a gravelly tone, and then kisses me. I remain stock still and send a thousand prayers of thanks to Jesus that his kiss was quick. He pulls back and takes off at vampire speed.

Thank the Lord. I turn and open the back door as quickly as my shaking human hands allow. I close it and lock the small handle and door lock, pressing my back against it. I then sprint to the front door and turn the deadbolt on top of the already locked handle, grab the hunting rifle from the front closet, and sprint up the stairs two at a time to the bathroom. Once inside I close the door, turn my back to it, and slide down with my hands still firmly holding the long rifle. My butt hits the floor and all of the energy drains out of me. Holy Moses that was close. I have never been terrified of Bill before. Not even on the first night I met him. But tonight, he sent me mixed messages and it scared the bejeezus out of me.

He asked why I left without him, when he could have stopped me at any time. He came to my home but didn't bring any of my belongings, nor did he ask if I was okay. He could have easily beat us here with his vampire speed, even with Jason driving like a bat out of hell. All of a sudden my gut starts twisting. I feel like I've been sucker punched for the umpteenth time in one night. I don't think Bill is as chivalrous as I believed. Why am I only seeing this now? Why has the lightbulb only just come on now? What changed?

Another lightbulb hits me. The blood. That has to be it. Right? That's the only thing that was different. That and Bill's infidelity. I've heard girls analyzing their boyfriend's actions after they've been cheated on, and it seems that it's normal to look back and see actions in a different light. But I can't help this nagging feeling that it also has to do with ingesting the small portion of Eric's blood tonight. That train of thought has me thinking about the times that Bill and I shared blood. Very few times I would call it romantic, and he had only given me his blood to save me. Never anything more. Eric just went out of his way to give his blood to me when Bill has only offered it when absolutely necessary. Does Eric just want to track me so I can work for him more? Does he want to try and manipulate me? That's a whole other can of worms that I put a hard pause on for another time. Right now I'm assessing Bill, and his actions tonight are the last thing I would ever want in a boyfriend. Nodding my head in assertion of the decision I've made, I get up from the floor, rest the rifle on the counter of the bathroom and proceed to get ready for bed. After a shower, where I deliberated my decision farther, I quickly brush my teeth, throw on a nightgown and climb into bed.

I tossed and turned for hours. Reliving the bombing. Reliving the basement at the Fellowship Church and over analyzing Eric and Bill's actions. It was about 4 AM when I woke up, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling as I looked out the window to see the sky starting to lighten. It came with a peace and sense of power, and as I saw the sun crest over the trees in my front yard, I closed my eyes and whispered:

"Bill Compton, I rescind your invitation".

Cliff hanger I know, sorry I'm moving slowly but lemons are in the near future I PROMISE.

~Lea