A/N: This story begins in Season 3 Episode 7 "Hitting the Ground" immediately after Sookie, Bill, Alcide and Tara have escaped from Russell's. This chapter contains some very brief allusions to rape but does not go into detail, if this upsets you in anyway please DO NOT read.
Prologue
Sookie POV
As Bill's lips began to pull against her arm the smile that lit Sookie's face was absolutely brilliant, even as tears still ran down her flushed cheeks. She sagged visibly as the live tension that had been flooding her body, basically since Bill's disappearance, finally slipped away. She knew Bill was still weak and would be for sometime, but she thanked God over and over that the man she loved was still here with her.
"It's okay baby. You're gonna be alright now." She crooned, her voice raw from crying. She leaned down pressing a kiss to his forehead while simultaneously stroking back his hair. She cuddled him closer, focusing solely on the feeling of having him safe in her arms. Bill started to bite into her arm repeatedly, stirring her from her musing and causing a frightened yelp to erupt from her. "Easy" she whimpered to no avail as the bites came faster and harsher. Her stomach did a sickening roll, and she felt a her heart give a single heavy thump in her chest. Bill's voice echoed from deep in her memory.
"Vampires often turn on those who trust them." The statement repeated on an endless loop, over and over. Sookie's eyes searched the shelves around them for anything that she might use to help free herself. She frantically tried to remember what she'd done with the saw she'd used to cut into her arm, and spotted it just to the right where she'd dropped it earlier. She stretched her free arm out as far as she could manage, but it was just out of her reach her hand swiping back and forth pointlessly. If she could just stretch another inch. She slapped her hand on the ground before attempting to drag herself closer, and Bill's fangs to ripped further into her already mangled arm. Her fingers were just nearly there when the truck jostled over a pothole, and it slid even further away. She swore viciously through her clenched jaw, and slumped against the shelves in defeat.
"Bill!" she screamed "Bill, Please!" She shook her head knowing her only other idea was a stupid one. She gulped in a ragged breath, dug her feet into the floor, and shoved as hard as she could manage. Trying to scoot herself back and away from him. He growled lowly and cruelly sank his fangs in even deeper. His hands gripped tighter and tighter, and she fought to get away, but she heard a sickening crunch over the other noises surrounding her. It was louder than the rumbling of the old truck, the fierce snarls of the blood thirsty vampire, and her own pathetic cries. The pain lanced through her after a moment of frozen anticipation, and everything went silent as a haze of blackness washed over her. She valiantly fought to remain conscious, knowing if that if she didn't she was a good as dead. Her eyes finally fluttered back open. She momentarily felt victorious in her hard won battle, until she realized that in the two or three heartbeats it took her to recover Bill had somehow gotten her onto her back. He was now savagely tearing into her neck. Sookie tried to scream hoping Tara or Alcide might hear her up in the front of the truck, but all that left her mouth was a wet, gurgling, mewl.
It will be over soon. She chanted in her mind, but as she felt Bill shove her dress up and her panties were torn from her body, it suddenly occurred to her that maybe it wouldn't be over soon enough.