I don't own any of the characters, I simply write to satisfy my TB/SVM fixation.

Previously….

Bill was sitting on the porch as I pulled into the driveway. As I put the car in park, Bill was opening my door for me leaning in for a kiss. I turned my head so that his kiss landed on my cheek. I was repulsed, thinking of him draining women and having sex with Lorena on and with their victims 'corpses.

He walked me to the door and followed me in the house. I was seriously considering rescinding his invitation, but I foolishly did not.

Chapter 4- Sookie's POV

"Come on in and sit Bill, I'm just going to go grab a quick shower and I'll be right out."

"Sure sweetheart." I noticed that he didn't go take a seat on the couch as I had suggested; nonetheless, I traipsed upstairs to remove the beer and grease smell that was all over me.

I stripped my uniform off and got in the shower. The hot water falling over me felt divine. I stood right under the showerhead in such a way that the water fell over both of my whole head. The way I was positioned under the showerhead made it sound like I was standing in the middle of a thunderstorm. The sensation reminded me of an especially wonderful night I spent in front of my windowsill during a Louisiana rainstorm.

I remember that night; it was 2 weeks before I met Bill. Gran had made a pot of her famous chili and we had the fireplace blazing, creating a wonderfully calming atmosphere. She and I spent the entire evening just talking about life and dreams. She told me that night, that she was proud of the woman I had become. She said that I could be and do anything that I desired. I remember her telling me that I was more special than I would ever give myself credit for. I miss her so much.

I stalked out of the shower and wrapped a big fluffy towel around my body. As I walked into my bedroom to grab a nightgown, Bill pulled me towards him.

"Jesus Bill, you scared the livin' daylights out of me." I panted. I seriously did not want him in my bedroom.

"Sorry sweetheart, come sit on the bed with me, there are some things I need to tell you. "

"Let me grab some clothes and I'll be right out, then we can go back downstairs and talk." I grabbed the unsexiest nightgown I could find. It was long-sleeved, flannel and showed zero cleavage. Perfect.

I could tell Bill was a little perturbed that I did not want him in my room, but he complied wordlessly. We sat on the couch in front of the unlit fireplace and I started to give him my well scripted speech.

"Bill I.."

But he cut me off before I could go over my script. "Listen sweetheart, please let me say what I need to say, then I promise I will give you a chance to speak. " He was determined to tell me something, I was quite disturbed.

"Al..Alright Bill." I was so tense and scared and I knew he could tell what I was feeling.

"Sookie, first and foremost, I love you, please never doubt that. Second." He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small ring box. I couldn't breathe, I wanted to jump out of the window, get in my car and drive far far away. Holy eff! Is he freakin' serious. He's going to ask me to marry him?

He continued his speech. "I want you to be my wife Sookie. We can go to Vermont, we can move there Sookie, get away from all this craziness, we can get away from Eric and it will just be you and I. I know we can be happy if we live our lives without interruption and outside influence."

He opened the ring box and revealed a lovely white gold band with a diamond solitaire. It was simple, elegant. It was lovely. Suddenly I started to doubt myself. Maybe I was freaking out over nothing, maybe Bill really isn't sadistic, and maybe he does love me. No, no, this just didn't feel right. I can't move to Ver freakin' mont! What was he thinking?

"Bill, I can't move away from my friends and family." I stated, but I didn't outright turn down his proposal, I just didn't acknowledge it.

"Sookie, we need to get away from Bon Temps, it isn't safe for us anymore." He sounded panicked, and the feeling was urgent.

I picked up the plane tickets and noticed the departure date of TOMORROW! What. The .Eff.! Is he kidnapping me? "What do you mean it isn't safe for us anymore?" I was utterly panicked.

I suddenly heard my front door opening and automatically thought it was Jason coming over to raid my fridge for a late night snack. I automatically got off the couch, relieved that I had a reprieve from this awkward conversation with Bill.

When I walked over to the foyer to greet Jason, I got the shock of my life. That god-awful redhead and her god-awful cackle. It was Bill's Maker, Lorena. "How did you get in? I didn't invite you in?" I was utterly shocked.

"Oh dear me, you really do need to learn more vampires, darling, I am Bill's maker, if he has an invitation so do I." She was positively haughty.

Glancing over at Bill, he was utterly petrified, as he should be.

I knew Lorena's sudden appearance at my house was not a social call, it was definitely a threat. I also knew I had to get her out of my house.

Without giving it any thought, I opened my mouth, "Lorena, I resc.." That was the last word I could say. Lorena grabbed me by my neck so that I couldn't breathe.

"Oh, I don't think so blood bag." Lorena said as she wickedly laughed in my face. I could feel the oxygen draining from my body; my vision was getting hazier and hazier, I started to see little black spots. I honestly didn't believe I would make it through the night.

"Lorena, let her go!" Bill said desperately. I didn't have any confidence that he would be able to save me. If Lorena wanted me dead, I surely would be.

"Oh William, I will, but I can't have your little plaything rescinding my invitation. I have some important information for your little whore."

She released her grip on my neck. As soon as she did, I mustered up enough oxygen to try and speak. "I resc…." I tried valiantly, really I did. Lorena reared back and punched my jaw. I went flying across the room landing against fireplace. I knew my jaw was broken. I couldn't move my mouth at all. I was in so much pain. As soon as I landed, the bitch stalked towards me and reared back as slapped me again across the face, I guess to add salt to my wounds.

"Oh dear me, you didn't learn your lesson the first time, did you blood bag?" Again cackling. God, this woman was so annoying. Her fake southern accent only sought to enhance her annoyance. I wanted nothing more than for Eric or Godric or Jason or Sam or Hell anyone to relieve me from this nightmare, save me from this lunatic and her child.

"William, you will come with me to Mississippi, King Russell has requested your assistance in a very important matter. We will leave tonight." Lorena said. Bill said that she released him years ago, but did that mean that she could still command him?

"I will not go with you. Sookie and I are going to Vermont to be wed," Bill stated emphatically. Like hell. I most certainly was not going to Vermont, but I would almost well agree to anything in this moment if it meant I would somehow escape death.

"Oh dear, William, stop pretending that you love her. She is to be Sophie Anne's pet anyway, so you really have no future." She was staring at me the entire time she was speaking. Clearly picking up on the fact that I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. I had heard of Sophie Anne, she is the vampire queen of Louisiana, but what does she want with me and what the hell is a pet?

"William, please tell me she knows." She already knew that Bill had obviously been keeping a few details from me.

"I was going to tell her someday, but I have no intention of turning her over to the Queen." Bill looked utterly defeated and he was searching my face for some type of reaction. Since I couldn't speak the only thing I could do was curl up and cry. I didn't know exactly what they were talking about, but I could deduce that the Queen had obviously sent Bill here to procure me for her, probably for my telepathy/disability/curse.

So many questions streaked across my mind. Did he love me or was it all an act? Did he sick the Rats on me? Did he know about my telepathy before he even got here and if so how did he know? Was he really going to turn me over to the queen?

Speaking as if he the telepath, "Sookie, I love you, please never doubt that. I would die the true death before I gave you to the queen. Please know that." He had bloody tears running down his face and had never looked more wretched to me. It was as if I was seeing Bill clearly for the first time since that fateful night at Merlotte's. He was no gallant Southern Gentleman; he was just some flunky that the Queen sent here to escort me away from my life.

I was devastated. It was all a lie. How could I have been so naive? I gave him everything, my heart, soul, body, trust. All I could do was sob. I wanted both of them out of my house and out of my life.

"Oh William, that is just so, so pathetic. There is no way you will ever be with this blood bag, because I am going to end her tonight." The she-devil walked over towards me and grabbed me again by the neck and slammed me against the wall. I could feel at least 2 ribs breaking. Her fangs already out, she bent her head and bit as hard as she could puncturing my neck. I could feel her taking very deep pulls of blood from my body. I became weaker and weaker.

I had to give Bill some credit in that moment, he tried to pull her off of me, but she pushed him and he went flying through my living room, landing face first into the coffee table.

I heard someone knocking on my door. "Sookie, open the door, I can feel your fear and anger. Please, I need to know you are okay."

It was my savior, Eric. I was thanking my lucky stars that he had fooled me into drinking his blood. If he hadn't tricked me, he would never have been able to feel my emotions right now. Still I had never invited him into my home, so he could not get in to help me.

"Sookie! Sookie invite me in!" He was unyielding but I could tell he was panicking a little.

I prayed to God that he would not leave me, even though I knew he couldn't get in and truthfully was probably was of no real help to me in this situation, but I was oddly comforted by just his mere presence. It was almost like he was giving me extra courage. After a minute the banging on the door stopped, and all of my hope to escape the clutches of this lunatic faded.

Then I heard him again, this time he was at the back door. "Compton, if you have harmed one hair on her head, I will rip apart limb from limb, starting with your bantam dick!

"Oh Eric dear, Bill is in no position to harm your little morsel." Lorena cackled.

"Lorena, Let. Her. Go. Now! I am the Sheriff in this area and this is an order!" Eric said austerely.

All the bitch did was cackle, she had no intention of leaving this house until she was damn well sure I was dead. The funny thing is she could have Bill, I didn't want him, but I knew this was her revenge for me telling her off and embarrassing her in Godric's nest in Dallas.

There was no way I could rely on Eric to help me. I had to fight this red-headed she devil or she was really going to kill me. Anger was building from deep within my soul, I hated this bitch and I wanted nothing more than to give her the true death.

Suddenly, my hands began to glow, I could feel nothing but energy in my hands, almost like Zeus throwing lightning bolts, and I focused all of my energy into pushing this bitch off of me.

I mustered up as must energy as I could and pushed Lorena. Her lifeless body went flying across the room. She fell unconscious in front of the front door. Garnering up, literally, all the energy I had left in my body, I grabbed a broken leg off the coffee table and walked over to Lorena. Hovering over her, I wanted to tell the bitch to rot in hell, but I couldn't speak, so I decided to let my actions speak for me. I plunged the makeshift stake into her undead heart.

Lorena exploded like Old Faithful and I walked outside to my porch where I collapsed.