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Chapter 1

Adele POV

It had been five days since Sookie fainted at Merlotte's. It had also been five days since The Great Reveal; every news station, radio stations across the world had been going on for the last two weeks building up all this hype about vampires.

Sam, Lafayette, Andy and the girls decided to host a Revelation party. Word must have spread out from folks who lived around Bon Temps, because they all came flooding into Merlotte's that night. With triple the amount Merlotte's is used to catering for, the bar was chock-a-block. Sam had even hired a huge flat screen TV for the evening to watch the Big Revelation live that turned out to be about Vampire's making their presence known to the world.

How exciting! To think of all the knowledge the older vampires carry around with them. I sure hoped one dropped by Bon Temps, much to Fintan's distaste and unimpressed attitude when I told him I hoped to meet one.

I understood his hostility towards the vampires as he told me fairies are basically a vampire's dream date... But still, we could learn and gain so much from the Vampire community. It would also be interesting to meet one. I almost felt sorry for the one I met, if I ever met one, because he or she was sure going to be bombarded with a bucket-full of questions from me. Oh, how much fun would it be if I could coax one into going to a meeting of the Descendants of the Glorious Dead! That would be the icing on the cake for me.

I knew of course that if Fairies could exist then there were other mythical creatures out there too. So hearing about Vampires being real was of no great surprise to me. I'd kept in contact with Fintan even after my husband and our children died. I'm grateful I did because he'd been a real big help with Sookie's telepathy. If he hadn't been here, I fear Sookie would not be as comfortable in her skin as she is now.

As if he'd heard me thinking about him, I glanced up as I heard the door to Sookie's bedroom down the hall open and Fintan came out in all his glory. I have no love interest left for the man, but plenty of respect and loyalty for he gave me two beautiful children and grandchildren, whereas my husband Earl could not. So for that reason alone I held Fintan close to my heart.

Sookie POV

When my eyes opened it felt like I'd been in a deep sleep. Hell, I may as well have been. The last thing I vaguely remembered was serving the banes of my existence, the Rat couple, before passing out. I think I spilled Mac's beer over him. I'm not a hundred percent sure on that fact. When my vision stopped blurring, I tried to sit up but felt a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Welcome back to the land of the living granddaughter." I heard the comforting, warm voice of my grandfather Fintan. I closed my eyes and opened them again, my vision becoming much clearer.

"What happened?" I asked, my voice a sharp, raspy whisper. It hurt like nobody's business. My mouth tasted horrible, feeling dry and sore.

"Well..." My grandfather trailed off. "Let me go get your grandmother first, I'm sure she'll want to be filled in. How are you feeling before I go?" he asked me, giving me the once over.

I felt fine, but I felt as if something was missing. My hands went to my stomach immediately, though I couldn't figure out why. I wasn't feeling sick. I looked under the covers and noticed my stomach was flat. I frowned. Something was missing, but what? I looked back up at my grandfather confused. He smiled a kind understanding smile, that I felt hid some kind of secret.

"Well I'm fine," I started, "but I feel like I'm missing something and slept for thousands of years, instead of… Wait! How long have I been here? I don't remember getting here. All I remember is possibly spilling a drink on Mac Rattray and then blacking out." I felt utterly confused.

"Let me go get your grandmother first, and then I'll answer all I can." He repeated cryptically, as always. I went to open my mouth to say something but he was out of the door before I even had a chance to speak a single word.

"Stupid fairies." I mumbled under my breath. Shortly after that, I saw my grandmother's face appear with a relieved expression. Fintan followed her inside my room.

"Is somebody going to tell me what's going on?" I asked.

"How are you feeling, dear?" My grandmother asked. I looked up into those wise eyes I knew so well.

"I will be fine, but if someone doesn't tell me what's going on, or why...it feels as if you're..." she looked at her grandfather, "hiding something from me, then I won't be fine because…" I paused looking at Gran. "Why are you repeating the last song you heard at church over and over again in your head?" I asked her curiously. I was annoyed because Gran's trick seemed to be working. By keeping me out of her head and only showing me what she wants me to see… which was that song from the hymn book at church.

"I will tell you all I can if you promise not to interrupt. Both of you." Fintan said giving us a look that said he meant business. "From what I can gather, Sookie, you fainted at work due to the amount of people in Merlotte's five nights ago. It was the busiest anyone had ever seen the bar and the shields you keep up in your mind seemed to have crashed due to the amount of pressure your mind was receiving. Your head could no longer take the strain of keeping everyone else out."

"But..." I started to say and was interrupted by Fintan.

"Remember, no interrupting Sookie." he reminded me, but Gran was at the other side of my bed in an instant.

"What's this?" She asked, picking up my left hand. I'd been running my hand through my hair, frustrated, but Gran caught it making me jump.

"What's what?" Both I and Fintan said at the same time.

Fintan's POV

After being checked over by my choice of doctor, the supernatural Dr. Ludwig, Sookie was pretty much left on her own. She was left to sleep and recover from her mind crashing experience with all the thoughts that were pressing in on her. Dr. Ludwig told us she basically needed bed rest and we were told only to check up on her two or three times a day to make sure her temperature and breathing was normal.

Everything had been fine. I, of course, knew some of what had gone on a thousand years ago, but I was not to inform any of this to Sookie or Adele. To say I was unhappy with my father would be an understatement. Sookie is my granddaughter and my responsibility. He should have come to me and gotten my permission before he sent her a thousand years back in the past. I'm just grateful I can block Sookie out of my head.

I too knew of the pregnancy and who she was with. I was aware of the prophecy too, but didn't really believe it. I guess it all worked out and the power behind it, with the people involved in the magic and all the time-turning. I'd like to think and hope that no damage was done to the future we were in now.

I could sense some of the magic enveloping Sookie. Part of that was my own magic. The other part was the magic of others that had come secretly to the house to check on Sookie. This happened when Adele was sleeping because I knew if she met the people they'd be cornered into answering a ton of questions. Dr. Ludwig got a handful herself until she put her foot down and told Adele to shut up and then popped away. The look on Adele's face was priceless. I guess no one had told her to shut up before.

When my explanation was interrupted for the second time, this time by Adele, I was surprised when she spoke the next words.

"What's this?" For an old woman she moved at a surprising speed to Sookie's side.

"What's what?" Sookie and I asked simultaneously.

Curiosity getting the better of me, I walked over to see what Adele was examining and leaned over her shoulder. My eyes felt like they are about to depart from my skull. Any powerful supernatural is hard to shock and surprise and I haven't been this surprised for a long, long time. It couldn't be... surely not. I must be seeing things, certainly.

"Sookie?" I asked her in awe and shock.

"What? What is it? I don't remember buying it." the poor girl said confused, staring at the ring on the ring finger of her left hand in confusion, probably trying to figure out when she brought it or who gave it to her.

"I am not a hundred percent sure but you should keep very good care of that ring Sookie. It clearly means something. You do not have to wear it if you do not want to. You must keep it very safe and only wear it if you feel it's the right thing to do at the time. But think carefully before you do because this is a stunning piece of jewelry." I said, recognizing it for what it was.

"Who is he Sookie?" Adele asked her, her tone showing a little hurt.

"I don't know! You know I don't date, Gran." Sookie said, looking up at Adele with equal hurt in her eyes and voice.

"Listen ladies, before we have a falling out here: Adele I think you should give Sookie some space. I need to visit my father and then we'll all get together and talk about this. Maybe Niall can shed some light on this. But this ring, Sookie, all I can say is, from what I can sense, like it has been around for a thousand years and is priceless jewelry." I said, trying to calm the women.

"You're not going to answer my questions if I ask you how I got it, are you?" Sookie asked me. I looked at her sadly, meeting her gaze.

"I'm sorry, granddaughter. I am only allowed to give you certain information. Part of this is you have to take good care of this ring and wear it wisely." With that I popped away leaving the two women I hold close to my heart in a state of confusion filled with unanswered questions. I would have to return quickly.

Sookie's POV

It had been a couple of weeks since I'd woken up from my fainting experience at Merlotte's. I love my grandfather and great-grandfather dearly but whenever I tried asking them questions about why I was feeling like something was missing or ask them about the beautiful ring that I had become unexpectedly attached to, the two became very cryptic or avoided answering my questions. What irritated me was that they kept blocking me out of their heads, so I couldn't just have a peek into their brains, and when I tried they always shot me a scolding look. I soon figured out that they could sense whenever I tried to have a peek into their minds to gain more of the answers I wasn't getting, but knew they have. It was frustrating.

Today would be my first day back at Merlotte's and I only hoped that the Rattrays wouldn't cause any problems. Fat chance of that happening. They always found something to complain about.

As I was getting ready for work I stood in front of the long mirror and looked back at my reflection. I knew I looked like the same old Sookie, but I felt like something was missing when I woke up that morning. I'd been feeling that way since waking up after my five-day sleep. My hands went to my stomach as I turned from side to side trying to figure it out and again glanced at the pretty ring on my bedside table.

The annoying thing was I couldn't pinpoint what was missing and what connection the ring had to me, no matter how many theories I came up with. Nothing made any sense to me. How could I have possibly gained a piece of jewelry from a thousand years in the past? One thing I knew for certain: before I fainted I'd never owned anything half as pretty that ring that could match this gorgeous piece of jewelry.

I sighed frustrated and picked up my Merlotte's t-shirt and then put my black shorts on, slipping into my white socks and black Nike's. I wasn't sure if I looked good in the outfit Sam had picked out for us barmaids. I had started feeling self-conscious of my figure, whereas before I fainted I wouldn't have cared what I looked like because I knew I looked good.

I'm a blonde, with blue eyes, twenty five with a waspish waistline and my breasts aren't large, but they aren't small either. For as long as I can remember I've never had a problem or felt as self conscious as I was feeling now about my figure. I gazed into the mirror for a few minutes longer, my eyes raking over my reflection in deep concentration, trying to find the source of my sudden change in feelings, but found nothing to complain about, except perhaps that my tan had faded slightly. But I'd started to gain more color on my skin lately, taking every opportunity to spend time out in the sun.

My grandfather had at one point, explained the reason why I loved the sun so much. It was because I am part of the sky fairies. I'm blood of their blood, and the spark is strong in me. Jason apparently doesn't have the spark which is why the fairies weren't very interested in him. Besides, Jason has never been what you'd call a golden child. He strayed down the wrong path and ignored everyone's advice, so the fairies gave up on him. Jason does what Jason wants regardless of who's telling him what to do, which is why Catfish, Jason's boss on the road crew, promoted him to supervisor a couple of years back. He knew Jason would do well being in charge organizing and taking more of an active role in whatever the road crew guys do.

I tied my hair back and glanced at the ring. I felt like wearing it but didn't want to ruin it at work. So I pushed the ring to the back of my thoughts and made my way out of my room and away from the mysterious ring. I was trying to get myself into work mode.

"Gran, I'm heading out to Merlotte's." I called out into the kitchen.

"Okay! Have fun at work Sookie. If you feel it becomes too much, remember Fintan and Niall said to come home." Gran said from the kitchen.

I had to suppress rolling my eyes. That was not going to happen, even if I did feel like it was becoming too much. I'd been doing waitress and barmaid work for a long time now. I'd never had a problem with the shifts I did. I was not going to start backing down now just because I fainted due to my telepathy.

"Okay, Gran, I will." I said, just to appease Gran. "I'll be back late, so please don't worry about waiting up for me." I knew Gran would wait up for me anyway regardless of what I said. But I kind of liked it. It made me feel safe to know I wasn't returning to a silent house, but to Gran who would have a cup of coffee or tea waiting for me on the table.

My shift at Merlotte's flew by. People asked me how I was feeling, and it started to irritate me. The only time people seemed interested in other people was when something bad had happened, or some gossip about who was dating who, or if someone died. That person would suddenly become more popular than before when they were alive. It made me feel sick. There was some speculation due to my fainting. That still seemed to be a hot topic and I tried my best to shut them out of my head.

Much to my surprise and luck, the scummy Rattray couple didn't turn up to Merlotte's that night. We did have a new customer. I didn't realize straight away that we had a new customer but instead sensed someone was there. I knew he was there but couldn't hear him. Normally, I know when people walk through the doors due to my telepathy but I simply hadn't realized he was there until I saw him with my eyes sitting in my area.

He had dark brown hair, messy in a tidy way, and old-fashioned looking sideburns, the type you would imagine on a character from a Jane Austen novel...or from the 70s.

As if he'd sensed me like my grandfather did when I was trying to dig for information inside his head, the new customer turned to follow my approach. And my oh my! I thought I'd just died and gone to heaven when I got a better look at him.

"What can I get for you sir?" I put on my sweetest, Southern Belle charm and put up my emergency smile. I was nervous.

"Do you sell any of that synthetic blood?" he asked with a faint southern accent.

Uh-oh.

Both my grandfathers had asked if I remembered much of that night when I'd fainted. When I told them no, other than having a vague memory of spilling Mac's beer on him, they then reminded me about the Great Revelation and vampires. As the new customer asked for his True Blood, I realized that Bon Temps had just gotten its first vampire. Gran would be extremely pleased.

"Unless, you can offer me something..." he paused, "fresher." he said eyeing me up and down in a way that made me feel uncomfortable.

I have to say I was surprised when I saw my great-grandfather and grandfather walk into Merlotte's, in all their glory, looking very, very angry indeed. I knew in that instant that you do not want to mess with Prince Niall or Fintan...surly.

"COMPTON!" Niall's voice cracked with fury in the now silent, frozen bar. Power rolled off of him in waves, his voice cold as ice.

So there you have it, the first chapter! Review.