This ALL HUMAN story will be told mainly by Sookie's POV, there may an occasional chapter with Eric's POV, but it's Sookie's story. Of course, there will a lot of angst and drama. I got this idea after watching a movie on Prime earlier today after work. After that, my head just spun a story idea. Hopefully it will all play out the way I have it in my head.

Life had never been easy for me. It seemed like I had to fight for everything I had ever achieved in my life. Whether it be for work, school, or even love, my path was always difficult but I never took anything for granted.

I had graduated from Bon Temps High School eight years ago at the top of my class. I had been the school president during the last three years and I was also class valedictorian. I excelled in every course I took and graduated with a 4.0 GPA. I also got the top SAT score in our county. I volunteered every weekend and after school at the local church as well as the hospital, the old folks' home, the daycare as well as the local library. My favorite place was the library. There was a reason why I was an overachiever, a reason why I chose to study and volunteer than to waste my time with the other high school delinquents my age, I was dying to get out of Bon Temps.

Growing up poor and an orphan in a small town was rough. As soon as my parents died in a flash flood, the townspeople seemed to turn on me and my brother, rather than show us compassion. We were no longer invited to other kids' birthdays, we were looked down upon during children's community events. Though I felt hurt by the rejection, it was my older brother Jason who hurt the most. He blamed me and my Gran for how his life in this town was. When he turned 12, he left Gran's house and moved in with his best friend Hoyt and his mother, who lived more closer to town.

After that, he saw us less and less as family and had practically joined the rest of the town at shunning us. When I had turned 15, I had changed physically. I was no longer that tiny, shy, and timid blonde girl, but I blossomed into a young woman with an ample figure that the local boys had begun to notice. J.B. DuRone was the most popular boy at our school and he had taken notice of me. It wasn't long before he asked me to be his girlfriend. I can honestly say that although I thought he was the handsomest boy I had ever seen, I was not attracted to him. He was dumb and it was so difficult to carry an intelligent conversation with him. But that didn't matter to the townspeople or the other kids at school. They loved him. I knew if I associated myself with him, then that would flow over to me. I agreed to be his girlfriend and practically overnight, I had become popular as much as him. It wasn't long before I was nominated for president and won the school election.

My relationship was J.B. was just a public one, privately there was nothing between us. Sure, we kissed, and went on dates, but I couldn't see myself getting too physically close to him, after all, I wasn't attracted to him. Was it wrong of me to have used him that way? Maybe, but like I said, I needed to get out of Bon Temps.

It was during my senior year, that I found out the reason why we had been shunned, it was because my mother had had an affair and that I was the product of that affair. Corbett Stackhouse wasn't my biological father. It was an unknown man who had been travelling through the town. It was on the day my parents died, when my father learned the truth. It is said that they fought and that my daddy had been so angry with my mother that he killed them both. Of course, that devastated Gran. But instead of abandoning me for not being her blood, she loved and protected me even more.

Gran died a month after my high school graduation. The doctor said she died of a stroke, but I think she had died of a broken heart and had waited till I was old enough to stand on my own two feet. I took care of her funeral arrangements, as well as packed up her house all on my own, without shedding a tear once. I couldn't cry, I couldn't afford to let myself feel sadness and weakness. If I fell down that spiral, I don't think I wouldn't have been able to get myself out of it.

During my senior year, I worked hard on my college and scholarship applications. I wanted to go to a top Ivy League school. My goal was Princeton. After interviews and essays, I received the letter and package letting me know that I had been accepted to Princeton University with a full scholarship. I could not have been more ecstatic. I had finally found my way out of that small town that caused me so much pain.

Now that my only connection, my Gran was gone, I had no intention of ever coming back to Bon Temps.

My freshman year in college and in a new town was rough. I was constantly teased by the other students and even faculty for being from a 'small hick town' and for my 'white trash Southern accent'. I was also treated like I was some sort of 'dumb blonde'. I had earned the nickname 'Dolly Parton' by my much wealthier and posh classmates.

Despite the constant bullying, I still maintained a 3.8 GPA in all my finance classes.

I knew I needed to change my image. I couldn't be the poor Southern girl in this Ivy League school anymore, I needed to become something different. Someone these Northerners would respect. So, I began to change my accent and started talking more like them. I took a part-time job at a local bar to help pay for new clothes that I felt people would take me more seriously in, and to also help pay for my accommodations which were seriously expensive.

It was during one fateful night that I would meet the man that would change my life.

I had been tending the bar since earlier in the evening. The bar was filled to the max with other Princeton students. As usual, they were loud and obnoxious, constantly flashing their bills in my face, demanding to be served alcoholic beverages instantly.

"C'mon woman, get me a beer!" one loud rambunctious patron yells at me. He throws a twenty at my face. "I want a beer! Now!"

I was about to yell right back at him, when someone else intervenes.

"Give this gorgeous, young barmaid a break, after all she is doing her best to serve everyone in this pub," he says.

I look at the man who was speaking on my behalf and I am instantly floored by him. He was absolutely gorgeous. I had always thought that J.B DuRone was the handsomest man that ever lived, but this man was in a league of his own. He was so tall and muscular. He had a strong jawline and a narrow nose with the chiseled cheekbones. He had blonde hair that was the same color as mine and the most amazing blue eyes that I had ever seen. He winks at me and gives me a smoldering smile that rocks me to my core.

"What do you mean?! This bitch has an easy job, all she has to do is get a glass…" the rowdy man says, before the blonde Adonis grabs him by the collar roughly.

"I said to be nice to the young lady," the handsome stranger seethes as he holds the now terrified patron up. "Now apologise to her and get the fuck out of here."

"I….. I….. I'm sorry," the scared man stammers.

"Uhhh, that's alright," I say nervously and a little shocked.

The handsome man puts him down and he scurries away as quickly as he could.

"Uhh, thanks for that," I say nervously again. He stretches his arms and leans against the bar. I stare at the muscles on his upper arms. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt, that was so white that you could practically see his nipples. I gulp hard in lust at the sight. Oh my god, who is this man?!

"No worries," he smiles again. His smile was gorgeous. His teeth were all white and straight.

"My name is Eric, Eric Northman," he says as he holds his hand out to me.

"I'm Sookie Stackhouse," I reply as I shake his hand. Right away I feel an instant connection, like a bolt of electricity runs through me as soon as I touch him. My eyes widen at the sensation and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he felt the same thing too.

"Sookie Stackhouse… I like the sound of that," he smiles again.

For the rest of the night he sits at the bar, watching me and ordering drinks from me while I worked. I keep glancing at him as other girls try to come up him, but he swats them away as he keeps his focus on me.

"What time are you done work Sookie?" he says as he hands me a fifty-dollar bill to pay for his drink.

"Uhhh… probably around 3, I have to help clean and close the register before I can leave," I say to him shyly. I knew my cheeks were flushed. This man was making me feel emotions that I had never felt before.

He grins and nod his head. "I'll wait for you."

I thought that he meant that he would wait at the bar, but instead he walks out without another word to me. I couldn't help but feel upset. Maybe he was playing with my emotions. I guess it was just too good to be true. I finish up the night and collect my share of the tips before leaving the bar through the back door with the other employees.

"Goodnight guys," I say as I wave to my coworkers.

I walk down the street towards my place which was about five blocks away from here. I lived in a small studio apartment. It wasn't the greatest place to live, but I liked it. It had been in a horrific state when I had first moved in, but I had cleaned it up and made it as homely as I possibly could.

I sigh and stare at the lights in the sky. I think about that handsome man from the bar. Eric Northman, I had to google him when I got home. He did flirt with me, maybe he might come back some other night and ask me on a date?

"Don't go thinkin' foolish things," I whisper to myself as I continue to walk home.

"What foolish things?" a voice calls out to me from behind.

I spin around quickly to see who that was. It was Eric Northman.

"Ohhh hi!" I say a little loudly. "I didn't know you were still here."

"I did tell you that I would wait for you," he says as he walks closer to me.

"Yeah," I say breathlessly.

"You live close by?" he asks.

I nod my head, still feeling excited and dazed that he was here, in front of me.

"I live a few blocks down that way," I say.

"Can I walk you home?" he asks as he gives me that same smoldering look from the bar. "A beautiful, young girl like you cannot be too careful."

I nod my head like an idiot.

"Where are you from?" he asks me.

"I'm from Louisiana," I answer.

"Really? You don't sound like you're from there," he says in an amused tone.

"I am from Bon Temps, Louisiana," I say to him, bringing back my Louisianan accent briefly.

He laughs lightly.

"Where are you from?" I ask.

"Stockholm, Sweden, originally, but I've lived in Florida since I was a young kid," he responds.

"Oh wow," is all I say.

Soon, we reach my building.

"What's your major?" I ask him, trying to keep the conversation going. I wasn't even sure if he was a student at Princeton or if he was in town visiting. I was hoping for the latter. I didn't want to say goodnight to him yet. He hadn't asked for my phone number either.

"I'm here to get my masters in finance," he says. "I got my undergrad from the University of Florida."

"Oh, my major is economics," I tell him.

He doesn't say anything more about that as he continues to look at me, like he was studying me. "Are you going to offer me a drink?"

I look at him shocked, with my mouth a little bit open. "Oh! Uhh….yeah. I'm sorry for being so inhospitable. Eric, would you like to come upstairs for a refreshment?"

"I thought you would never ask," he says confidently.

We walk up two flights of stairs to my apartment. It takes me a few tries to unlock the front door as I clumsily struggle with my keys.

A few minutes later, we were inside my home.

"Welcome to my humble abode," I say, before cringing internally at my corny words.

"It's nice, it suits you," is all he says as he walks around the room. He looks into my small bathroom and comes back to stand in front of me.

I take off my coat and put it in on my chair. "Uhh, so what would you like to drink? I have water and tea, I could make some juice…." I say before he grabs my cheeks gently and brings me into a kiss.

I am surprised at first, but I respond back to his kiss. Our kiss deepens even more as I open my mouth to him. He responds by lunging his tongue into my mouth. I could feel his large hands roaming all over my back, he doesn't touch my bottom. I put my arms over his shoulders to get more closer to him. I had never felt such intense emotions. It was like my whole world was spinning, like we were on fire and that there were fireworks exploding around us.

We continue to kiss feverishly. He lifts me up a little to lead me towards my bed. I knew what was going to happen next, and that thought brings me back down to earth and I break away from him

"Uhhh Eric," I say breathlessly as I lean against his hard, but warm body. "I'm not sure about that… I mean I want to, but uhh, there's something you should know. I don't fool around with anyone. I've only had one boyfriend and that was in high school, but we never did anything, you know, sexually."

"You're a virgin," he states.

"Uhhhh, yeah," I admit, feeling so embarrassed at that moment. I was sure he was going to leave after that confession.

"Do you want to?" he says. "With me?"

I breathe in deeply. Oh my god, what a question!

I nod a little, "Yes, yes I do."

"Good," is all he says as he begins kissing me even more. He takes his sweater off and roams his hands all over my still-clothed body. He puts his hands on my breasts and caresses me them gently. I wanted more, so I tug at his shirt and put my hand underneath it to feel the contours of his rock-hard abs.

I help him pull his shirt off and he takes off mine. He unclasps my bra like an expert and begins kissing and sucking on my breasts. The sensation practically turns my legs into jelly as he helps me onto my bed. I kick off my shoes and he does the same. Half of his body was on top of me as he continued to kiss and fondle me. I let him unbutton my jeans and soon we were both naked.

"Watch me lover," he says in a husky tone as he makes his way down to my private parts. I was in a jumbled state of nervousness and anticipation as he began to kiss and lick my folds with his tongue. I gasp out in surprise and passion as he brings me to a climax with his talented tongue.

"I knew you would taste heavenly," he whispers as he kisses me again. I could taste my own juices on his tongue.

I look down between us and finally see the size of his manhood. My eyes widen in nervousness and terror. I knew that sex for the first time was going to hurt, but looking at the size of this man, I had a feeling that it would probably hurt more than being with an average size man.

"Don't worry lover, I'll be gentle," he says as he caresses my cheek.

He grabs a small package from the floors and rolls the condom on his penis. He then positions himself and pushes in slowly.

I grit my teeth at the immense pain as I could feel my maidenhood breaking.

"Are you okay?" he asks me softly.

He wipes a tear away from my eyes.

"I'm okay," I manage to croak out. I put my hands on his ass to let him know to continue. The pain begins to subside as it is replaced by an intense erotic sensation. As he continues pushing in and out of me, I could feel another orgasm building up. I cry out in pleasure and it isn't long before he reaches his climax as well.

I breathe deeply, still in an orgasmic haze. He pulls out and gets off the bed. I watch him watch to the bathroom naked. I bite my lower lip as I stare at the most gorgeous ass I had ever seen. If there was an international competition of asses, he would win hands down or rather cheeks up, in this case. After a minute or so in the bathroom, he comes out with a small cloth for me.

"It will feel a little sore for a day or two," he says to me as he lays back down next to me.

"You knew I was a virgin already," I say to him.

"Yeah, I had a sense that you were," he laughs lightly.

He puts his arm around me as I settle into his side and put my head on his shoulder. "How old are you?"

"I'm 24," he says as he rubs the tips of his fingers over my skin. "And you?"

"I'm 19 years old," I reply.

"Hmmm," is all he says.

I had no idea that sex made you feel sleepy. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep in Eric's arms.

I wake up the next morning to the sound of my radio playing music. I look behind me to see that I was in bed alone. I sit up quickly and cover my naked body. I look around the room for Eric, but he was nowhere to be found. I get up from the bed and sure enough, like what Eric had said, I was sore. I hobble to the bathroom to take care of my needs. After refreshing myself in the bathroom, I come out to find anything, like a piece of paper, that was from Eric. I look all over my kitchenette and around my bed, but there was nothing.

"Son of a bitch," I whisper to myself, reeling from the fact that I was a one-night stand to some handsome stranger that I had met in a bar last night.

"Stupid, Stupid girl!" I say to myself in a chastising tone. I hit my forehead with my palm for good measure.

Of course, it was too good to be true. A man like Eric probably already had a girlfriend or a fiancé or maybe even a wife already. Those types of men were never single. I curse myself for easily giving up my virtue to a stranger.

"Fuck!" I yell out loud. I shouldn't say that word, it was what got me in this position in the first place.

I sigh out loud in disappointment and make my way to my bathroom to take a hot shower.

If I ever see him again, I will surely give him a piece of my mind! I think furiously as I wash my hair.