This is my first ever fanfic so please review and let me know what you think; good and bad!
Set after Season 3 of True Blood: Eric has already left after dropping his bombshell before Sookie confronted Bill about what Eric said. Godric did not die. He is living with Eric and acting as his unofficial deputy and helping out at Fangtasia. I have completely ignored Tara's character as just didn't want her drama.

Sookie just looked down at the ground as she absorbed what Eric has just told her. She stared at her feet, trying to blink back the tears that came all too easily to her eyes. How could he? All she wanted to do was crumble and curl up in a ball and sob. She raised her head. She would not give him that satisfaction.

She glared at him, looking straight into his eyes. Bill looked surprised.

"Go to hell you bastard." She said her face contorted with anger. She looked around her for something to throw at him. Unfortunately, only her Gran's vase stood near here. That was too precious to waste on Bill.

"Get the hell outta my house!" She yelled at Bill.

He took a step forward, reaching his hand out for hers pleading, "Please Sookie let me…."

Sookie couldn't bear to hear anymore lies come out of his mouth, "No!" She screamed at him to drown out the sound of his voice, "Bill I rescind my invitation. Get outta my house you…" She paused as Bill was literally thrown out of her house. She stomped over to her front door.

"And stay out!" She said to Bill as he lay on his front in the middle of her driveway, looking crumbled and dishevelled.

Sookie looked around her, her eyes red with anger. She didn't know what to do to get rid of it. She settled for screaming and throwing an ugly ornament at the wall. Suddenly, her strength left her and she leant against the wall. She slid down the wall, hitting the floor. She buried her head in her hands and let the tears she had managed to hold back fall.

How long she stayed like that she didn't know. After crying so hard for so long, Sookie fell asleep out of simple exhaustion. Fortunately her sleep was dreamless. She didn't think she could deal with another Eric dream or Bill dream or any other dream for that matter.

She woke feeling refreshed but with a lead weight settled onto her heart. She looked at the clock. She had an hour before had to be in work. She knew it was safe to move around as the sun was up. No chance of running into ex-vampire boyfriends during the day. Thank goodness for small favours.

On autopilot, Sookie had a shower and got dressed for work. She got in her car and drove slowly to work, her mind somewhere else the entire time. It was a relief to arrive at work.

She walked in and immediately got to work. She threw herself into her work. Arlene looked at her strangely as Sookie wasn't in the chatty, happy mood she normally was. Seeing the strain on Sookie's face that, Arlene thought she'd just had another problem with the 'vampires'. Arlene didn't ask. She didn't want to know. Sam seemed to know that Sookie wouldn't want to talk about it either.

Sookie ended up working a double shift as one of the girls phoned in sick. She didn't mind. It took her mind off her own problems as she dealt the customers. Sam did ask her if she would work till closing but Sookie refused. She didn't want Bill to come and find her.

As soon as Sam let her go, Sookie drove home as fast as she could, keeping an anxious eye on the sun. She made it, barely, into her house before the sun set. She ran around the house, closing windows and curtains and locking her front and back door. She put her TV on as loud as it would go and sat in living room with her fingers in her ears. She didn't want to know if Bill came looking for her and she didn't want to know if he didn't. Eventually, Sookie felt her eyes grow heavy. She lay down on her back, her fingers still in her ears. She squeezed her eyes shut.

She stayed like that until sleep came an hour later to take her.

The next week followed the same routine. She worked all day and hid all night. Sam had managed to pluck up his courage and had asked her what was wrong. She just told him that Bill had broken up with her. He asked why. Sookie told him that Bill was a liar. The look on her face warned Sam not to go any further.

One morning, roughly three weeks after Sookie had kicked Bill out of her house; Sookie woke up and stared at the ceiling. Sam had insisted on giving her the day off. He said that she had been working way too hard and deserved some time to herself which was exactly what she had been trying to avoid. She didn't want to think. Work had been her distraction. Her solace. She had no idea what she was going to do today without it. She rolled over and looked at her alarm clock. Ten past twelve. She'd slept half the day away already. That thought cheered up and she slowly got up.

Five hours later, Sookie was bored. She'd got dressed, ate. She'd cleaned the house and had gone shopping. She had already made and eaten her tea. It was only ten past five. What the hell was she supposed to do now?

She looked around her. She sighed and flopped down on the couch. She needed a drink. Sookie frowned. She wasn't going to Merlotte's. Sam would kill her. There was always Fangtasia. It was the only other bar where she knew people really. Well not exactly people but still. Even vampires who disliked her were a better option than her own company at this point. Sookie nodded to herself.

Looks like she was going to Fangtasia tonight.

She got dressed after having a long hot shower - choosing a black mini dress which an extremely low-cut back. She put her hair in a ponytail and added some of her Gran's sparkly ear-rings. She left her neck bare. She put her make-up on and pulled on some 3 inch heels. She usually wasn't comfortable in heels but tonight she made an exception.

She rang a cab not planning to be sober enough to drive home. On the way, she arranged a lift back when the bar closed at four in the morning. The driver said to call early if she wanted. He had heard of Fangtasia and was slightly worried about Sookie going there alone. Sookie could hear his thoughts wondering why a nice girl like her was going to a place like that. Sookie rolled her eyes and could barely civil thank him for his warning to be careful.

Sookie got to Fangtasia an hour after it had opened. The vampire on the door recognised her and let her in, figuring she had business to do with Eric. That was the furthest thing from her mind.

Sookie headed straight to the bar and ordered a vodka shot which she downed in one gulp. The barman gave her another and another. After three straight shots, Sookie ordered a gin and tonic. She wanted to get drunk but not incapacitated. Not a good idea in a vampire bar.

Holding her drink in her left hand, Sookie looked around the bar. She couldn't see Pam or Eric anywhere which was unusual. Usually one was visible on duty on the floor. She looked for Godric too, remembering he had accompanied Eric back but failed to spot him as well.

Ah well. Sookie shrugged mentally. She wasn't here for company. She was here for the vodka and gin. She sat on a bar stool and sipped at her drink. She had been here often enough on business for Eric that nobody bothered here. They just thought she was waiting for Eric. The bartender kept an eye on Sookie's drink and made sure it never dipped below the half way line.

Halfway through the night, when Sookie had already had three vodka shots and two gin and tonics, Eric walked in with Pam and Godric at his side. Sookie could feel the pleasant buzz of the alcohol in her system. She glanced up and saw them arrived but paid them no attention. She wasn't interested tonight.

They spotted her straight away. She downed the rest of her drink unaware of their eyes on her, snapped her fingers and another appeared like magic before her.

Eric frowned. He had never seen Sookie drink like that before. She obviously hadn't recovered from Bill's bombshell. Whatever. That was a problem for another day.

The threesome headed towards Eric's office, talking to each other urgently but quietly in Swedish so no one could understand. The vampires in the bar picked up the grim vibe coming from their sheriff but ignored it. He wasn't the friendliest of people after all.

Sookie had a sudden attack of nausea. Too much alcohol on a near empty stomach. She stood and, wobbling slightly, headed towards the ladies. She only just made it in time. She spent twenty minutes hurling in the bathroom before mercifully it stopped. Sookie had never been drunk before.

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all.

She stood up and wiped her chin with some toilet roll. She splashed some water in her face and washed her hands. She dried her face off and then started to reapply her make-up. When she was done, she stared at herself in the mirror. She still felt like crap. Drinking hadn't helped, besides distracting her for a couple of hours. It was time to go home. She took her cell phone from her pocket and ordered her cab. She took one last look at herself in the mirror. Deeming herself presentable, she walked out into the bar. The cab was going to be at least half an hour so she headed to the bar to get a glass of water. The bartender smiled at her when she asked for water and provided it in a vodka glass. He winked at her. She smiled weakly. She downed the glass three times. It really helped settle her stomach.

Pausing before drinking the fourth glass, she glanced at the throne. Eric was sitting there with Godric next to him. She had thought she could feel someone's eyes on her. He beckoned her towards him. She sighed and rolled her eyes. She downed her glass of water shoving it at the bartender. Eric could probably smell the difference between water and vodka. She chucked some money on the bar before walking over to Eric. She wanted to get this over and done with quickly.

"Yes Eric?" Sookie said sarcastically as she stopped in front of him.

He didn't reply straight away, taking in her outfit.

Sookie rolled her eyes, "Eric. What do you want?"

She didn't have the patience to deal with his bullshit tonight.

He smiled sexily at her. "Nice dress."

"Yes," Sookie answered honestly, "It is."

That surprised Eric. He was expecting Sookie to tell him off and to stop looking at her like that.
Godric felt his child's surprise. This human fascinated him for some reason. Godric flashed back to the rooftop. He remembered Sookie's long impassioned plea for her to stay alive. When that had failed to stop him. Sookie had called him a selfish bastard and told him to get a bloody clue. She certainly had spunk this human.

"How much have you drunk this evening Sookie?" Eric asked.

"Before you arrived, I had three shots and two gin and tonics. After," Sookie shrugged her shoulders, "Lost count."

"You look remarkable sober if you have drunk that much." Godric remarked.

Sookie turned to look at him. "I think the bartender watered my drinks down a bit." She certainly wasn't going to let them know she'd thrown her drinks back up.

"So what do you want Eric?" She asked him, dragging his attention away from his close inspection of how her dress hugged her body in exactly the right places.

"I need to give you that check for your services in Dallas."

Sookie shrugged, not really caring "Give it me tomorrow night when I'm sober."

And with that she left, Eric and Godric looking after her in astonishment. This was not the Sookie that they knew.

Pam came up to them and summed it up perfectly, "What the hell was that about?"

Sorry this chapter was a bit slow going. Just wanted to get in all the groundwork. Next chapter heats up a bit .