Discovery

His fangs are buried deep within the young man. Blood spilling into his mouth is good, so good considering it's been a while since he last fed. He can feel that's he's almost to the tipping point where one more long sip would mean the man would need medical attention to survive. Or should I just suck him dry? They're in the woods and he's sure that anyone wandering about this time of night, filled with as much alcohol as his victim is, would be easy to create a fake accident for. But that would take up time and Warlow's in no mood to clean up after a carcass tonight. So instead he pulls out his fangs and cleans the wound, no marks for him.

Pulling the victim's face he looks straight into his eyes.

"This never happened. You wandered around the woods for a while before passing out. You never saw me and or anyone like me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, this never happened and I never saw you." With that done he moves quickly and leaves the man behind. His blood hadn't been good, at least nothing at all compared to Sookie's delightful taste, but he had been hungry. It had been a couple days since Sookie had allowed him to drink from her out in the open field where his new house was going to be built, and though he didn't need to feed every day, being so close to Sookie meant he needed better control. He didn't want to force her to feed him and wanted her to be the one to offer him her blood, but that didn't mean he could deny his true nature for long. She just can't find out about this.

He's sure she would find this some sort of cheating, she seemed to think that feeding had to be entwined with sex. Which would be perfectly fine, if we were having any. The last few days had been nice and sweet but they hadn't allotted them with any alone time, or at least none that Sookie found acceptable for such acts. Apparently, the porch was a no go, he wasn't too sure on why something about being too close to Gran's ears, but he bet Adele would prefer he ravished Sookie on a porch swing then the dirt ground. But the was just his opinion, Sookie did not agree, at least not when he had attempted to sneak a hand up her shirt as she had kissed him on the swing. He doesn't want to seem like a heathen, at least not when it comes to Sookie, he truly enjoys her company and their conversation still he can't help himself that with every short sun dress, every whiff of her scent, and every glance at her blonde hair that looks as golden as the sun has him gasping with desire. He needs her, feels the need to mark her every time he is near her, wants to be able to hear her gasp his name every day for the rest of his life. But these past few days have been filled with long work shifts and days confined to the hotel in order not to draw attention to himself from the werewolves.

So maybe drinking from that human wasn't the best of ideas but it's not like he killed him so really it was a negligible offense... probably. Shrugging off the worry about that he makes his way to his girl.

He's ready for another night full of chaste kisses when he arrives at the Stackhouse house so he is more than mildly surprised when before he can properly knock he's being pulled into the farmhouse.

"What took you so long? You usually get here like twenty minutes earlier." She demands before latching her mouth to his. The kiss is searing perhaps because he can feel the agitation rolling off of her in waves.

"I'm sorry..." He tries to answer once she distances herself for air.

"Never mind it doesn't even matter come on." She pulls him eagerly up the stairs and into her room. "Gran went out for the night, she won't be back for at least two more hours." It's all the explanation she offers before pushing him onto the bed. Her short blue sundress rides up as she crawls onto the bed next to him. "I feel crazy, all day at work all I could think about was you, all I wanted was you. What's wrong with me?" She asks as she buries her face into his neck.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing, that's how I felt too, that's how I feel all the time. I want you Sookie." She groans into him and though he knows it's likely his blood in her is enhancing her arousal he knows it can't create feelings that aren't there to start. "It's also my blood in you. It calls you to me."

"Warlow let's talk later." She urges as she begins to unbutton his shirt, he can't argue with that so instead he works on pulling the straps of her dress down. The Cream bra that is revealed is easily pulled off and he can't help but agree that talking is overrated.

Her mouth is on his, then on his chest, and then on his neck while her hands either pull on his hair or clutch onto his shoulder blades. Their minds are connected but no words form, only pleasure his, hers, theirs, it's all mixed and he can't distinguish what is coming from her to what is his.

He kisses the way down her body, tan skin that's simply vibrating with need fills his mouth to the brim. He needs her. So much it's almost painful.

Had he known that she would have welcomed him so amorously he wouldn't have fed from the straggler earlier, still he can't regret it. There's a fine line between control and chaos when it comes to a vampires feeding schedule and while he can keep himself in check most of the time he doesn't need anything to go awry in this little town. Overall as Sookie allows him to take his fill of her skin he pushes all thoughts that aren't related to her and allows himself to enjoy the present with her.

She goes out back closer to Sam's trailer than she normally would, but she feels the need for more privacy than the break room can afford her or the public bathroom. Instead, she takes out her small compact mirror from her shorts and pulls her hair to one side, untying the scarf around her neck she takes a look. The marks on her neck still look the same. She's not sure what she expected but the perfectly symmetrical piercings still look exactly the same as they did last night. She can't help but preen at little as she stares into the glass. She kind of likes them. Well, more than kind of if she was honest with herself. Her request to leave them had been out of curiosity more than anything else, but looking at them now she could admit she enjoyed the sight of them. It meant something, it meant Warlow wanted her, needed her, it felt empowering. She felt dizzy with power and lust an intoxicating mixture that she couldn't resist. She was slowly becoming one of those girls who were boy crazy, the only exception is that she only wanted one person.

"I wouldn't go flaunting those if I were you, honey." The gruff voice startles her and she almost drops her mirror in surprise. Turning to the side she sees one of the werewolves standing near her with a serious almost reprimanding look directed towards her.

"Well, it's a good thing you aren't me right?" She resists the urge to tie the scarf securely around her neck, he had already seen and she wasn't going to look as if she was ashamed of them.

"So you're his human. I thought the other waitress, the slutty brunette was the one, we all had our money on her or even the redhead she looks like a firecracker ready to burst." He comments as he begins to pace, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. He doesn't seem like he'd cause her any harm but Sookie isn't sure what it means to be found out like this. But she imagines it's not something Warlow would want.

"Dawn and Maudette they have names." It's the only thing she can really say. She doesn't think asking him to ignore the moment and walk away would work, though she really wishes it would.

"Course they do, just like you Sookie." He answers with a pointed look at her name tag.

"Did you need a refill or something?" She counters with a pointed look, hoping he'll get the hint and leave her alone.

"The names Alcide, and no refill honey, just thought I should let you know you smell like death." He says it so casually and her heart hammers in her chest.

She's not sure why he's trying to be coy, but overall the feeling of doom is filling her up. Don't mess up Sookie, don't give up too much but don't act like he has any moral high ground. After her quick mental pep talk, she gives him her patented Sookie Smile. She didn't quite understand this standoff but she refused to give in easily "I don't know what you're talking about, but even if I did what business is it of yours?"

"He is setting you up real nice in that big house huh?" Instead actually providing an answer to her question Alcide continues as if they're having the same conversation.

"What are you talking about?"

"Come on sure vamps are vain but no one puts that much thought into having a home with all the human necessities without some plan to have a human live there."

"Look I'm not... it's your business your right but sometimes I wonder if girls like you ever really understand."

"Girls like me?"

"You're not the first one I've seen or I reckon even the last one. You want to be a vampire spend eternity with him willing to die for someone else. Suppose you find it romantic."

"You're crazy I'm not... he's not going to do that to me."

"Then how exactly does this fairy-tale end Sookie?" With a bark of derisive laughter he leaves her alone, and somehow that's worse. Willing to die? His words echo throughout her mind and she has the distinct feeling of seeing something that was always there.

How does this fairy-tale end? She hasn't given it much thought, wanting too much to live in the present and not worry about things like what it means to be someone's intended, to be loved by a vampire-fairy hybrid that had she had been promised to before her parents had even existed. She absently strokes Warlow's bite mark and attempts to work through something that is so blatantly obvious about her situation that a werewolf eating at Merlot's felt it was OK small talk; did she have to turn into a vampire in order to be with Warlow?