Title: My love is up for Auction.

Description: My story takes place a couple of months after hurricane Katrina. Sookie hasn't met any vampires or supes yet. Tara gets Sookie to go up for auction in order to raise money for the people who are still struggling to find their feet after the disaster.

Characters: Sookie, Eric, Lafayette, Tara, Pam, Maxine Fortenberry and many more.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters mentioned in this story. They all belong to the very talented Charlaine Harris who lets us play around in her sandbox.

Author's note: My story stays the same as the original. Sookie's still a telepath and knows Bill's the vampire living across the cemetery but she never actually met him only Gran did and told Sookie about him, so in my story they never dated. I'm very new to writhing and this is my first story, I also don't have a Beta yet so please be gentle and let me know what you think. The first two chapters will be from Sookie's point of view.

*Please listen to Lady Gaga's Bad Romance song while reading the runway part where it's Sookie's turn to walk forward. Her music video inspired me to write this story she's AMAZING..!

Chapter1: For the love of Charity.

SPOV

"It's for charity, it's for charity and once again it's for charity."

I kept chanting to myself while staring at my reflection in the floor length mirror inside the dressing room.

"Ok, Sookie. You're a Stackhouse for crying out loud! We don't go back on a promise -even if you're soon to be ex-best friend Tara forgot to mention the fact that you'll practically be standing naked while up for auction in a room filled with vampires and other supes. So just put on your big girl panties and get out there!" I said to myself aloud while trying to pull it together, but truth be told I was feeling as nervous as a turkey on Thanksgiving.

The rules of the auction were simple, there were only two rounds and six girls had been selected from Bon Temps and Shreveport. In the first round you had to wear an elegant gown of your own choice, then the selected wealthy vampires and men at the gathering would start the bidding and the three girls with the highest bids go through to round two.

That's all good and well - the part that I'm afraid of is round two. The three remaining girls go back stage again and change into - wait for it – lingerie. At least you get a robe to cover up somewhat. I didn't even bring a set 'cause there's no way in hell that I'll ever get past round one. The girls here are all really beautiful, fake with the whole big boobs thing going on, but beautiful none the less. So really there's nothing to be worried about.

The final rule was that during round one you have to wear a mask and a number that will be provided for you because, according to our hostess and friend of the family Maxine Fortenberry, it makes everything more mysterious when they can't see your face or know your name.

"…and they'll bid higher just to see what's behind the mask. I'm a genius!" She didn't say that last part out loud of course. Being a telepath gives me entry to anyone's mind, except with vampires I get nothing, and supes minds are just a big jumble.

"Hey Sookie. Damn, you's looking fine! That dress is a killa!"

I whirled around to find my longtime second best and gayest friend ever Lafayette staring at me from the doorway of the dressing room with a playful smile on his face.

"Hey Laf." I said while going over and pulling him into a tight hug. "I'm so glad you could make it. Is Tara here yet?"

"Yeah, she's already seated but she told me to come back here and tell you there's fifteen minutes left til lights up, so you's betta get than fine ass of yours out there. She also said that 'we'll be watching'." He said the last part with a smile in his voice, seeing that this is an auction and I will be on a stage after all, so really you couldn't overlook me even if you wanted to.

I smiled up at him with my usual crazy-nervous Sookie smile, which said it all. He noticed and pulled me into a tight embrace.

"Honey, ya gonna knock 'em dead, well not all of them, seeing as fifty percent of the crowd already are dead, but you get what I'm trying to say." I smiled a little at his joke and he held me at arm's length to look me in the eyes. "Now don't ya worry about any of them other hookers up there, they got nothing on you. You's one fine motherfucker and if I didn't swing the other way I would have definitely be more than tempted to get my sexy self all up in your business."

I laughed wholeheartedly feeling the nervousness fade out of my body. You just gotta love Lafayette.

"Thanks Laf. So I guess I'll see you out there?"

"Oh sugar, I wouldn't miss this even if there was a sixty percent off sale at La Senza, which reminds me. I came to leave you this, but you're only allowed to open it after you're done with round one." He took a big blue box out of his shoulder bag and put it down on the dresser. He gave me a small peck on the cheek and left. I wondered about the box's contents but heard Maxine call out from the hallway "ten minutes girls!" so I guess that would have to wait till later.

I turned to look myself over in the mirror and straightened out my dress. I immediately balked when I first laid eyes on it but all Tara said was "For crying out loud, Sookie. It's an auction! The whole idea is to be bought, and in that dress you're sure to get the highest bid. Besides, you promised."

The dress was made of a soft blood red material, and had a low v-neck in the back and front. It hung loosely at the bottom but gathered together at my stomach and back. It was very plain but sexy with no sequins or anything shiny on it. It also didn't allow me to wear a bra and I had to set the "ladies" free for the time being. I wore peep toe two inch red stilettos in the same color as the dress with different shaped silver studs on top.

I curled my hair loosely, letting it cascade over my shoulders to the middle of my back and applied minimum make-up - just some mascara and lip gloss. My golden tan made up for the rest. I made sure everything (my boobs) were in place before heading out to take my position backstage with the rest of the girls. I have to admit the dress wasn't all bad and swayed with each step I took, clinging to my body in all the right places. It's still not something I would have chosen for myself, I'm a bit more subtle, but that's what you get when you leave Tara in charge of your wardrobe.

I reached the stage in time and was given black lace tie-on mask and my number (3) which I pinned to my dress above my breast. I tied the mask in place and went to stand between girls number 2 and 4. Girl number 2 was a very pretty and very skinny brunette with shoulder length hair and a fair completion. She was wearing a black beaded and strapless floor length gown. Girl number 4 had long, straight black hair, very fake cleavage and an almost orange tan. Her white dress (of all colors) didn't leave much to the imagination seeing as her cleavage was spilling out at the top.

While waiting for our twenty minute rehearsed catwalk to begin I decided to take a quick peek into my competitor's minds. Girl number 2 was thinking, "I'm gonna win this thing hands down. I'll just use my smile as my best weapon; my friends always tell me I can soften any man's heart with it. Besides, Blondie here isn't much to look at anyway, who does she think she's kidding?" and with that she started smiling and I left her mind, not wanting to hear about how pathetic I was anymore. It starts to hurt after a while.

Girl number 4 thought that this was a total joke and (to no surprise) that I wasn't pretty enough to stand up here. She overheard Maxine talking to someone called Eric Northman and she was practically as giddy as a child on Christmas morning over him being here and that he'll remember her and buy her right on the spot. Apparently he's the vampire sex god of some club called Fangtasia and had fed from her and fucked her twice before in his office.

Way too much info, thank you. I withdrew before she could recall the events, not wanting to see his disgusting face or the actual act taking place all over again in her mind. I saw her unconsciously push her cleavage up a little higher. Typical.

How did I get myself into this mess again?

Flashback.

"Tara thanks so much for helping me move into Gran's room and giving me the boost to finally do it. I really own you one."

I put my last clothing item in Gran's old closet and turned to face her. She was such a caring, sweet and amazing friend. She stuck with me through all my hardships. When Gran was murdered by a serial killer over a year ago I had closed her bedroom door and never opened it again. However, it was a huge house, and since Jason (my only other living relative and brother) lived in our parent's house, and Tara's lease on her apartment was up, I invited her to stay with me. We've been friends since forever and it just felt right.

After our parents died in a flash flood when we were very little, Gran took me and Jason in. She felt more like a mother to me than a grandmother, which made it hurt even more when she was taken away from me. Tara helped me work through all my grief, and even supported me when other people called me crazy Sookie because of my ability.

"Promise?"

"Promise what?" I'd been so lost in my own thoughts I had no clue what she was talking about.

"That you owe me one." She replied with a sly smile on her face.

"I promise, cross my heart hope to die I own you one." The last words didn't even fully leave my mouth yet when she started talking in such a rush I had to struggle to hear her correctly.

"GREAT! I was hoping you'd say that 'cause there's this charity auction this Saturday that Maxine's organizing for the people that got hit by Katrina. She made me sign up, but since you owe me one you're gonna be up for auction instead of me."

"What! Oh no. You're not pulling a fast one on me. What's wrong with you? Why can't you do it?"

"Because Sookie, you're naturally beautiful! You have a great tan, big boobs and a body to die for! And don't forget the most important part - you promised." She said it with steel in her voice which meant I was not getting out of this one, but still I had to at least try.

"I can't. I have the lunch shift at Merlotte's on Saturday, so there. I can't go." I stuck my tongue out at her which made her laugh so hard she started to get tears in her eyes.

"Sookie that's just like you, trying to find a way out - but there isn't one this time, 'cause the auction will be held at 8'o clock in the evening since vampires are attending. Your shift ends at six, which gives you plenty of time to get yourself over to Shreveport and ready for the auction."

"OK, fine. But I'm not gonna have sex with someone just because they bought and paid for me. I'm leaving that for the man I'm gonna meet and fall in love with someday. One date, then I'm done. Deal?"

"Deal, but I'm in charge of wardrobe choices for you."

"I can at least give you that. There's nothing you can con me into in that department." Oh but how wrong I was once again.

End Flashback.

Well that was Chapter1. In the next chapter we'll get to see Sookie hit the runway so let me know what you think. I'm finishing up with Chapter2 right now and I'll start on Chapter3 real soon and I'm also looking at writing a chapter from Eric's point of view YEAAAA..! Also there are links in my profile for Sookie's dress, shoes and mask. I'll really advise you to go take a look at them to get the whole picture in your head. x