A/N: Well I only finished my first story a few weeks ago but I couldn't stay away! I've had this idea knocking around in my head for a little while and it began to take real shape after I read the Night Huntress books. If you haven't read them, I heartily recommend them! This story is pure SVM, not a crossover. I've just borrowed a couple of ideas – you don't have to have read those books at all to enjoy this story.
Charlaine Harris owns the rights to these characters. Janiene Frost also deserves an honourable mention.
"Wanna get out of here?" I asked, smiling seductively at the man sitting opposite me beside the bar.
He watched me, dark eyes scanning me with desire. I cocked my head to one side and rubbed my fingers distractedly along my bare neck, noticing his pupils dilate with lust as I did so.
"Definitely," he said with a tight smile and I knew he was willing his fangs to stay put.
I slipped down off the bar stool, leaving behind the gin and tonic that I had hardly touched, and smoothed down my barely-there black halter dress. Combined with my sky-high red patent pumps, the outfit was only a shade above indecent but it got the job done: I had Chow eating out of my hand, following me out of the bar, on his way to his final death.
I staggered towards his black BMW, giggling and pretending to be a little drunk. He opened the passenger side for me with a knowing smile and I momentarily brushed up against him as I slid in to the car. My adrenaline was pumping so hard now, I could almost hear it. I knew Chow would be able to sense it as well but in his arrogance, he would mistake it for lust.
"Where are we going?" I giggled coquettishly as I turned to face him, easing my shoes off and snuggling playfully into the Beamer's cream leather seat.
"My place," Chow replied, voice hoarse. I could tell he was barely maintaining control now. It was time.
"That's too far," I pouted, rubbing my thighs together suggestively. "Why don't you just pull up along here?" I added, gesturing to the side of the road. We were on a deserted road leaving Shreveport, plenty of foliage for cover. "No one will see us…" I added with a coy smile.
Chow swerved off the road into a small secluded lay-by, partially hidden from the road by a number of kudzu-covered trees. He turned the engine off and I popped my seatbelt open, leaning over to him. With a low growl he was on me, kissing me hard, hand in my hair, tongue pushing into my mouth. His other hand palmed my breast roughly. I pulled back from the kiss, catching my breath, tilting my head as he began to plant kisses down my neck; allowing him access, drawing him in. I ran a hand through his long black glossy hair, pretending to moan with desire, as I reached back with my other hand into the foot well of the passenger seat, grappling for one of my shoes.
I heard the small click of his fangs extending as he sucked on my pulse point, bringing it closer to the surface. I shuddered at the feel of it but my response was instantaneous. I pulled back from him sharply and rammed the heel of my shoe into his lifeless heart. He looked at me questioningly for a split second before letting out a scream as his body began to disintegrate, blood spewing from his
mouth and eyes, as I scrambled backwards out of the passenger door, trying to avoid the worst of it.
I closed the door with a slam and took a second to check myself in the car window; blood had splattered onto my face and arm and I used the back of my hand to wipe it off. I never managed to do this without getting a little messy but at least I didn't swallow any blood this time. With a sigh I leaned back into the car to carefully retrieve my shoes, extracting one from the blood and entrails
that used to be Chow which were pooled in the driver's seat and all over the dashboard.
I slipped on my pumps and smiled to myself. My fourteenth kill.
Wooden heels. Worked every time.
My name is Sookie Stackhouse and I was sixteen years old when I killed my first vampire.
I had always known I was different, of course. I'd been able to hear other people's thoughts for as long as I could remember. My special ability had led to a fairly lonely and isolated childhood; adults thought I was troubled, kids just thought I was peculiar. On the afternoon of my sixteenth birthday, I had been reading alone in my room when my great-grandfather called me into his office and to let me know just how unusual I really was.
Despite his often being away on business, Niall Brigant and I had developed a fairly close relationship over the seven years I'd been living with him since my parents' death. He was no replacement for my parents of course but he was kind and attentive and I knew that he loved me in his own way. It was actually Niall who had suggested that I be home-schooled after I finally revealed my telepathy to him, confessing how hard it was on me being around so many people each day at my high school. Instead of him being repulsed as I had feared, my telepathy had actually fascinated Niall and he'd taken great pains to encourage me to develop and control my ability. Niall seemed to understand me and to a girl like me, that was everything.
"Sit down Sookie," he said with a smile, indicating to the plush high-backed chair opposite his by the fire. His eyes twinkled a little in the firelight as I sat down expectantly and waited for him to continue. "I just wanted to tell you how happy I am that you and your brother came to live with me all those years ago. You are turning into an exceptional, beautiful young woman and I couldn't be prouder of you."
"Thank you great-grandfather," I replied with a shy blush, embarrassed at the gushing compliment. Niall was usually a lot more restrained.
"Now that you are sixteen, there are things that I need to tell you about your family, your heritage," he continued, tone suddenly more sombre. I looked at him with a small frown, curiosity piqued. "Some of this may come as quite a shock but you must trust me and we will deal with it together in your own time."
"Okay…" I replied cautiously, nervous all of a sudden. My thoughts began to run through all the possibilities. Oh God. Was I adopted? I didn't think so. Both Jason and I looked fairly like our father… A genetic illness maybe?
"Did you ever wonder where your telepathy came from Sookie?" Niall interrupted my deliberations. "Why it was that you were different?"
"Of course I did," I admitted with a shrug. "I guess I just always assumed that I was some kind of weird freak…"
"You are nothing of the sort," Niall snapped and my eyes shot to meet his.
Anxiety edged through me like a thousand tiny pinpricks. My heart rate was suddenly racing and I couldn't seem to calm myself.
"Don't ever think that Sookie," he corrected, gently, sensing my unease. He frowned for a second as if deep in thought. "I think this would be easier if I just showed you," he added resolutely. He put a hand out as if to calm me. "Please don't be afraid."
I nodded, although, if truth were told, I was already terrified.
Niall stood up and the air in the room began to crackle. I rubbed my hand over my bare arms as goosebumps blossomed over my skin, sending an instant shiver through my veins.
And then my great-grandfather began to glow.
I looked on, fascinated rather than fearful, as warm light radiated ethereally from his every pore. He'd always been a handsome man but now he looked magnificent, eerie and magical. It took me a few seconds to grasp that his countenance had somehow changed; his face suddenly looked otherworldly, his features sharper, beautifully inhuman, in some way unfamiliar. I stared at him open-mouthed for the longest time before I managed to speak again.
"What are you?" I whispered, hand reflexively coming up to cover my thundering heart.
"I am Fae," he replied with a wintry smile, reverting back to his old self as he sank back gracefully into his chair. "And so, my dear, are you."
"I am full Fae, as was your grandfather Fintan," Niall went on to explain. "He mated with a human woman, your grandmother Adele, so your father was half Fae, half human. As you know your father and his sister Linda were raised by Earl Stackhouse as his own after Fintan's death…" There was fleeting look of regret on Niall's face but he recovered quickly. "Nevertheless, that gives both you and Jason a quarter each of Fae blood. However, as you are descended from a royal line, the Fae blood in your veins may well be stronger than many lesser fairies with full Fae heritage..."
"And that's why I can read minds?" I asked, breathless, the first of about a million questions I had racing around my head.
"We can't be sure," he admitted with a small shrug. "Many fairies have special abilities. There is no one in our line with telepathy but it makes sense that it would come from your fairy side."
"Will I be able to do anything else?" I asked curiously. That glowing thing was pretty cool but I wasn't sure how practical it would actually be to me on a day-to-day basis.
"It is all a bit of an unknown due to your human blood," he replied matter-of-factly. "But the fact that you have manifested at least one supernatural power makes me hopeful that there will be others as you reach adulthood. Most full-blooded Fae have the power to teleport, we are much stronger and faster than humans, and we live for an exceedingly long time. I, myself, am over 800 years old."
I gasped at that. I always knew that my great-grandfather looked good for his age but that was taking it to another level.
"The Fae trait also manifests itself aesthetically," he added with a wry smile as I tried to absorb all he told me. I looked at him, confusion evident on my face. "In a nutshell," he explained, "you'll never see an unattractive fairy."
I thought of Niall, my cousins Claude and Claudine, and of the pictures I'd seen of my grandfather Fintan, and I knew he was right. They were all stunning to look at.
"Your brother's success with the opposite sex is no coincidence either," he added with a wink. "Charm's genetic too." That explained a lot; my brother was an absolute horndog.
"Does… does Jason know?" I asked, stunned. God I hadn't even considered that this might affect my brother as well.
"He too was informed on his sixteenth birthday," Niall confirmed. My eyes widened with surprise. "But he was under strict instructions not to tell you anything until you were ready to come of age." I hardly saw much of Jason these days but I was stunned that he hadn't given the game away through his thoughts. That said, Jason had been exposed to my telepathy longer than anyone and I really did try not to listen in. If anyone could hide their thoughts around me, I suppose it would be him.
"Does he, um…?"
Niall knew what I was referring to. "So far no Fae traits have manifested themselves…" He sounded a little disappointed at that. "Well, accept for his talents with the ladies," he added with a raised eyebrow.
"He's always been exceptionally sporty," I offered, suddenly feeling a little sorry for my brother.
"Indeed he has," Niall mused.
This was just so much to take in. I felt like I needed some alone time to digest this news before I asked my great-grandfather any more on the topic. But there was one question that was burning at the back of my mind.
"What else is there?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Niall sighed and steepled his fingers together under his chin, as I prepared myself. "There are many types of supernatural creatures my dear. Shapeshifters, demons, werewolves… too many to list all of them today. For the most part we live in harmony with each other, our existence hidden away from the human world. But there is one creature who is the natural enemy to the Fae. To them our blood is a potent elixir and they will hunt us down viciously in order to get a taste of it. They are cruel ferocious creatures, killers, who in time you will learn to fear and loathe in equal measure…"
Killers with a taste for blood. What else could it be? "Vampires," I whispered. It wasn't a question.
"Yes," he nodded solemnly. "We have been at war with them for centuries and losing that war could mean the end of our very existence as a species."
I sat there for what seemed like hours in silence watching the flames of the fire flicker and crackle in the hearth; everything seemed new and enchanting now but also darker, scarier than before.
"My dear I'm afraid that there is one more thing that I must tell you before you take your leave. This may be quite upsetting for you but it is something that you need to know…"
My breath caught in my throat because I already knew. It wasn't my telepathy; my skills had never worked particularly well on Niall and I guess now I knew why that was. I suppose it was more just instinct. Either way, I knew before he said it but I still felt my heart miss a beat as he confirmed my fears.
"Sookie, it was a vampire who killed your parents."
About a month after I had dispatched Chow, I sat on a stool at the same bar and scanned the room. I'd learnt over time that I couldn't hear vampire thoughts, at all. It made my prey easier to detect as I swept the room listening out for the voids that indicated a vampire mind. They also looked a little different to me, slightly other, a very subtle glow to their skin which humans never seemed to be able to distinguish.
This time I was in a short red mini-dress which draped alluringly over one shoulder. My hair was clipped away to one side, exposing my neck and the tanned skin of my bare shoulder, and I was wearing my red fuck-me heels. I'd already been approached numerous times by various men, and even a woman, offering to buy me a drink but none of them were what I was looking for. So I sat by the bar and sipped my gin and tonic, waiting patiently for someone to come along and make my night.
The vampire walked into the bar some time after midnight and I felt my heart quicken with excitement as I saw him. He was quite possibly the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on: well over six feet with a lean muscled body, shrouded enticingly in a well-cut charcoal suit, and shoulder-length blond hair, tied back loosely. He sensed me watching him as he entered and lifted his head to meet my gaze. His look was full of intensity, cobalt blue eyes full of heat. I took a sip of my drink to calm my nerves, and cool my blush, as I brazenly attempted to maintain eye contact with him as he approached the bar.
The edge of his mouth tucked up into a small smile and I felt my stomach dip as he strode leisurely towards me. God he was gorgeous. But he was also evil, a brutal killer. Beauty with a hidden Beast. And he had to be stopped.
"Is this seat taken?" he asked. He indicated to the bar stool next to me, which I had reserved with my black suede clutch. His voice was velvety and low with the slightest accent that I couldn't place.
"Not for you," I purred demurely, removing the purse and tucking it up on the bar. There was a little thud as the atomiser of colloidal silver inside made contact with the stone ledge of the bar. The sound was a both a comfort and a reminder, tugging me out of the lust-enhanced fog that engulfed me, and I began to regain my focus.
His eyes raked over my body as he perched himself gracefully on the stool, his knees grazing mine. "I'm Eric," he said, never taking his gaze off me. I felt myself lick my lips in response. "Eric Northman."
"Sookie Stackhouse," I replied with a playful smile. My smile wasn't completely false and I chided myself for it. "It's a pleasure to meet you Eric."
He leaned over to me, dangerously close, and I felt his fingers glance across my arm. "The pleasure is all mine Sookie," he breathed into my ear as electricity coursed across my every nerve ending. My mind was in a frenzy. How could I be so instantly aroused by something I hated so much?
"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, mouth still at my ear so I could feel his cool breath on my neck.
I leaned away from him, taking my time to scan his body this time, using lust to my advantage now by ensuring that my hunger was evident in my gaze. I shook my head, slowly, eyes never leaving him.
"Nope," I replied with a pop of my lips.
He cocked his head to one side, smirking, on the same page. "Want to get out of here Sookie?" he replied.
I bit my lip, corners of my mouth tweaking up into a coy smile, and nodded.
"Let's go," he growled, voice heavy with the promise of something more. He grabbed my hand in his and, without a moment's hesitation, lead me from the bar out into the night.
A/N: So what do you think? Do you like the concept? Please review.