A/N: So this chapter has been done basically for a couple of days now, but I was waiting to see how the finale went before posting. It was a mixed bag for me since there were some parts I really hated and others that I thought were great and interesting. I won't say much since some of you might not have seen it yet, but yeah this definately an AU story. Also for all my Eric/Sookie fans I have a new oneshot called Family Ties and it would be neat if you guys could check it out. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy this new chapter!

Spark and Fizzle

He's starving. Despite the fact that the fried chicken and greens Sookie had made for him were delicious, for human food, it felt like rocks going down his throat. He didn't want to offend her, he could tell how proud of herself she was for cooking him a whole meal complete with berry pie for dessert, so he ate it all. Even asked for seconds.

He thought it would be a short date, after all it's Sunday tomorrow and she still heads to church every Sunday morning with her Grandmother, and sometimes Jason, but despite her early morning activity she hasn't said a word and instead decided they should take a walk around the property, since the moon was so 'pretty'. With a wave from her Grandmother they were off, and that was how he found himself now. Starving, alone in the dark with Sookie and her veins calling to him like a siren. Her hair has been swept up in a high ponytail and her neck has been fascinating to him all night.

"Warlow? Are you even paying attention to me?" Her agitated tone lets him know she had been waiting a while for his reply. He forces his eyes away from the slender slope of her neck to her eyes to find them full of annoyance. He graces her with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about how pretty you were." It's not a lie, exactly. Her neck is very beautiful, though he might be a bit biased on that factor. Her eyes light up with the compliment and her frown disappears even if she doesn't smile at him.

"Well I guess I can forgive you for not listening to me then. If you were admiring my beauty that is." She laughs at him, and he realizes he probably sounds like a lovesick teenager to her. He looks around to find that they're on the edge of the backyard and if they went deeper into the woods it would be the exact place were they would meet up when she was a child. "Come on." She grabs his hand and pulls him into the woods, once they reach the clearing made up of weeds and grass she stops and looks at him.

"Did you ever come back here, after I was gone?" He's begins to walk around and realizes though it's been a decade later nothings really changed, except for a dead log residing nearby.

"Only like everyday of my life." He quirks his eyebrow at her. "Well I mean some days I couldn't but I liked to be out here, it was quiet." She walked over to him and grabs his hand in order to lace their fingers together. "It reminded me of you." She smiles shyly up at him and he can't help but pull her into his arms for a hug. He's knows this is just begging for trouble. He can hear the blood pumping in her veins, can smell how delicious it is, he's so hungry, and it would be so easy to just nibble on her. He should push her away, should run to Monroe and finally have some blood, should do anything but pull her closer; but that's exactly what he does.

She's been so loving all day, wanting to hold his hand, cuddle on the couch, sneaking sweet kisses while helping her grandmother garden in the yard. It's their first official day as a couple and he doesn't want to rebuff her in anyway, wants to show her how much he loves and cares about her and how happy he is that she's letting him show her. Despite the fact that his light has never been stronger the darkness gains strength from his hunger. So it's no surprise he instantly begins to nuzzle her neck, which makes his fangs click out instantly. He's willing them to go back when he feels her push him into the tree. He could stand his ground, after all he's much stronger than her, but he lets her force move him against the tree.

"Now we can make new memories." She murmurs before claiming her mouth with his. Her mouth is sweet and he just wants to devour her, her tongue instantly licks his fangs making him groan, Sookie do know what you do to me? His whole body wants to consume her, dominate her, mark her, wants everything with her. Wants her blood to flow into his mouth just as much as he wants her tit in it too.

She's pulling on his hair and he hoists her up for better leverage, her legs instantly wrap around his waist. He turns them around so that her back is to the tree and though he worries it might hurt her back too much, she starts rubbing against him and any worries flee his mind.

It's just a second when everything changes for him. One of her hands has slithered under his shirt to touch his bare skin while the other continues pulling at his hair, he's moved to peppering kisses on her chin then neck when his fang accidentally nicks her skin. It's just a drop. Sunshine and honey, it's so sweet and it's all mine! It tastes fucking delicious and he wants more now! He's about to do it, about to bite her, about to let himself have everything he's ever wanted, Don't stop, don't stop! her thoughts filtering into his mind bring him back to the here and now. Brings him back to her. He moves away as swift as possible but he can see the confusion and disappointment seeping into her.

"What's wrong?" She asks as she pulls her shirt down, looking at him from her spot against the tree. "What did I do?" How can you even think it's your fault?

"You've done nothing wrong, Sookie. Nothing. I'm sorry it's my fault." He wants to make that very clear, he wasn't rejecting her, well he was but only for her safety.

"I thought, I thought you wanted this." Her eyes are becoming glassy and he fears the tears are going to start soon. He forgets sometimes how fragile emotionally she is, she is still a teenager and he understands that despite what she may say she is eager for approval.

"I do." He states this firmly, making sure to make eye contact with her.

"Then?" Thankfully the unshed tears have gone away in there stead a fire starts building and he knows they're on the verge of another argument.

"I'm sorry Sookie, I have to go eat, I can't, I can't do this right now." The truth should work, right? He couldn't help the hunger, and he just hoped she wouldn't take any offense from it.

"We just had dinner." She points out, crossing her arms defensively.

"No, I'm hungry for blood." He clarifies hoping that she will let him leave soon.

"Oh." Realization crosses her face and her cheeks bloom with red. "I'm sorry?" All that blood rushing around... just one taste. He forces his eyes to stare at hers sure that if he even glimpses at her neck it would be too much for him.

"It's not your fault. I should have planned better, I should have hunted last night after I left you." She fiddles with her charm bracelet avoiding his eyes. "I should go, I'll see you tomorrow." A true gentleman would walk her back to her house, a true gentleman would fear she would injure herself walking in the night but he knows Sookie can take care of herself and she can make it back to her house in one piece.

"No!" She stops him as he starts to head deeper into the woods. "Why don't you just… you can… if you want? I'm sorry I mean do you want to eat me?" She fumbles over her words and he finds it adorable until she asks her question, at which he finds a lightening bolt of lust shoot through him.

"What?" Do you know what your asking, do you know how much I would just love to drain you dry?

"Is that how you say it or I guess drink me?" She shrugs her shoulders and he can tell she's striving to sound as casual as possible about this.

"Sookie, you don't have to." Don't do it for me. Don't let this be only one sided. Her face drops and he already knows that wasn't the thing to say.

"If you don't want my blood it's okay." Was she delusional? He had waited a millennia just to taste it.

"No, of course I do, Sookie you taste delicious." She wasn't food, and he could tell his compliment sounded odd to her.

"I do?" She's toying with her bracelet and it's clear that she doesn't full heartedly believe him.

"Absolutely, but I don't want you feel like you have to."

"I know I don't have to, but can we just try it, I just want to see how it is. Can we just try it?" Her look is pleading, you're begging me to eat you? He wants to smack himself hadn't he told her he would bite her instantly if she ever asked?

"Okay, come here." He extends his hand out for her which she instantly walks over to take his hand. She was going to enjoy it. He didn't care what he had to do but he would make sure this experience was a pleasurable one for her. He had dreamt of this for centuries, yearning to have a mate who would willingly give their blood to him, that would allow him to stop feeding from unsuspecting victims. But now that he knows Sookie, now that she's real, he knows he can't ask her for something she doesn't want, would never see her as simply a mate who he can drink from, a mate who can make his loneliness disappear. She's so much more than that.

He resumes their kissing and she eagerly responds, her mouth yielding to his probing tongue. He wants to be gentle, wants to be the good guy for her, wants to be someone who deserves her, but then she bites his lower lip with a challenging look and he can't help but let his caresses become rougher. They end up on the ground rolling on the soft dirt, she rolls them so that she's on top and guides his hands so that they're under her shirt. He needs no more invitation and quickly cups her breasts in his hands.

"Yes." She moans as he pinches a pebbling nub through her bra. She's grinding into him and he's so hard and she smells delicious and she's moaning that he knows he has to taste her, NOW! He flips them over and though he uses one hand to keep himself above her the other moves from her breast to waistband of her shorts. He kisses her roughly, fangs extended, and she arches into him hands roaming his back.

His hand slips into her shirts and he hesitates a moment, when it's clear she's not going to stop him he slips it underneath her underwear too. Once his fingers slip past her folds he can't help but groan, she's so wet, he had smelled her arousal since he had been up against the tree but he had no idea how slick she had become.

It's easy enough to find her clit, her legs tighten their grip around his waist and her kisses become harsher. YesYesPleaseWarlow. Her mind is jumbled full of pleas and he can't help how his ego swells with pride. She's so close and he knows it's time. Giving her one last kiss on the mouth he move towards her neck.

He bites into her neck with finesse and instantly he can feel her convulse and knows she's reached her peak. Sunshine, honey, honor, salvation. Her blood flows into him and he gets lost in it. Once he feels he's taken the most he can he pulls out of her, instantly her hands push his lips towards hers. She doesn't seem to mind tasting her own blood. He groans into her mouth unable to stop his pelvis from pushing against hers harshly.

Show me. At first he's confused not only by her deliberate telepathic communication but also the question. He understands once her hands begin to unbutton his pants. I want to please. She says before he can even voice his objections. He rolls them over so that she's on top once again and soon enough she's freed him from his jeans.

She takes a moment to study him and he can feel her hesitation, is everything okay? she looks up at him at his mental questioning and he can see her whole face becoming red. She nods her head before slipping her hands around him. Perfect. The way her small smooth hands wrap around him. She fumbles for a bit and he knows she's never done anything quite like this, a fact that has him arching into her touch more, soon enough she finds a rhythm and with his guiding hands has gripped him better.

SookieSookiemoremoremoreSookie. His thoughts can only focus on her and by her cheeky smile it's obvious she can hear him loud and clear.

He should be embarrassed at how fast he comes. He should feel shame when he doesn't even warn her yet the surprise little squeak she gives has him yearning to surprise her more often.

I love you Sookie. He doesn't even try to stop the thought, doesn't want her to ever question how much this means to him.

Oh Warlow. Despite the mess they've made she doesn't hesitate at launching herself into him for a deep kiss. It should wound him that she can't say those words back to him yet, that she doesn't feel them, but while she might not love him yet her want and affection come pouring out of her in waves. It's enough. It's enough for now.

"Did it hurt too much?" He fingers his mark on her neck. He should heal it, he will heal it. Just not now. He likes how red it looks in contrast to her pale skin, likes that it might as well be his name tattooed in it's place, likes that she wanted it there.

"No." She smiles coyly before burying her face into his chest. They had continued kissing for a while before they had settled for cuddling together on the dirt watching the stars overhead. "I kind of liked it." Her voice is muffled by his chest but her words ring loud in clear in his mind. She liked it.

"Good." He had felt how much she liked it while their minds had been linked during the encounter but he still worried she would reject her own feelings.

"It was… intense… can we do it again?" There's hope in her eyes and he's curious about how easy she's taking this whole feeding thing.

"I would love to, but only if you want to." He doesn't want her to feel like this is a necessary step that needs to be done now. While he does plan to feed from her in the future, after her explosive responses after feeling pressured he doesn't want to move them forward too far in their finally official relationship.

"I think I would. Do I have to do anything different since you're drinking my blood." He sees her fingers slide to touch the base of her neck and his fresh markings.

"Taking iron supplements would help for you to replenish your blood faster. You probably feel okay right now but tomorrow the affects of blood loss will hit you. Unless.." Was it too soon, too fast? He smoothed down her hair trying to get courage from her proximity. It would help her heal. That was the cover story really, yes giving her his blood would heal her, yes she would feel rejuvenated, but what he really wanted was to feel her. All day every day, he wanted to be in her system so that they were so entwined that any happiness or pain she felt he could feel too.

"Unless what?" She tilts her head up to looks at him curiously.

"You could drink my blood." She makes a face at that. He's not surprised when he had mentioned humans drinking vampire blood she had seemed put off by the mere idea.

"It sounds worse than it is, I assure you." He wants her to drink it, wants her to see that though it doesn't sound pleasurable it really is.

"You said that would make me your vampire girlfriend, right?" He had said bonded but he supposes to her it might as well mean the same thing.

"Plainly yes I suppose so." He had seen the jealousy she felt after meeting Charlie and could tell that she was enticed by the idea of marking him.

"What am I right now?" She straightened up and straddled his torso, looking him straight in the eye.

"My girlfriend?" The word feels foreign on his tongue, it's such an immature label but he's willing to work towards their destiny.

"No silly, I mean you drank my blood. Am I just a meal right now?" She smiles adoringly down at him and he can't help but feel like he's pass some sort of test, especially when he feels her fingers sliding over his chest.

"You could never just be a meal to me." He assures her moving his hands to a tight grip on her thighs. Her blood was delicious and he could feast on it for days, but while her literal insides were appealing what he most wanted was her. Just her. Even if she wasn't part Fae he was sure she would taste just as good to him.

"Okay give me some." She looks determined but he worries that she doesn't really want this. "I want this to be official I don't want to be just another walking happy meal." Her nails dig into his skin, but she looks at him obviously waiting for him to show her how to go about this.

"Sookie." His voice is full of warning. Don't do this because of jealousy. Wanting his bite had been a huge leap for their relationship and now she was demanding his blood? He almost wanted to laugh since less than a month ago the girl wouldn't even hold his hand in public. He's almost ashamed of himself for even bringing it up.

"Give me some." He's about to give her some sweet compliment or soothing advice about not wanting to coerce her into doing too much when he feels it. Her blunt teeth have attacked his still naked chest. It would be so easy to push her off, but he won't, he could never. Instead he smirks as he watches his fiery kitten gnaw at his skin. It's takes a while but soon enough she's sucking on him. It's nirvana.

The little slurping sounds she makes are sweet and even though he sees that she's making a much bigger mess than needed he doesn't stop her. He doesn't think now is the time for drinking lessons. Instead he gets lost in the feel of her tongue lapping at his skin. He could give her more. He wants to give her as much possible but he fears that his potent blood could overwhelm her small body. Taking back a high Sookie isn't on the agenda for tonight.

"Okay darling, let's not be greedy." He pushes on her shoulders gently but she takes the hint and pulls away. Her face is smeared with his blood and when she smiles her teeth are stained red. He can't help the lust that courses through his body. He slams her mouth down on his and despite her earlier protestation he can tell dinking his blood doesn't bother her now.

"So I'll see you tomorrow right?" He pulls one last lingering twig from her golden locks, which are even shinier now.

"Of course." After they had cleaned the mess they had made of themselves in the forest they had decided it was getting too late and she needed to get back home. They had straightened themselves as best as possible but taking in his shirt which they had found somewhere near a shrub and the smear of mud on her camisole that couldn't be wiped away, he knew they still looked quite bedraggled. He cupped her face in his hands and gave her a lingering sweet kiss.

"Okay." She offers him one last sweet smile before slipping into her house. He can't help the grin that exists on his face his whole trip back to his hotel room. Sookie was his, she was delicious and completely willing to be at his mercy. He could feel her, even now when he entered his solitary room, he didn't feel alone. Could feel the soft cloud of happy that was Sookie Stackhouse at the moment and though feeling her was exhilarating, knowing that she felt like that because of him was even better.

A/N: Please review and tell me what you think!