I don't own any of the characters. Just borrowing them.

I got the idea for this story this morning while doing the dishes, so I decided to write it down before i forgot. Here goes... Be aware this story includes graphic torture, so if that's not your cup of tea don't read.

Chapter 1- Date Me

It was another rowdy Friday night at Merlotte's. I promised myself that as soon as I saved up enough money, I was going to quit my waitressing gig and go to college. I dreamt of being a normal twenty one year old college student, hanging out with my girlfriends, pulling all-nighters, dating frat boys and most of all I wanted to study psychology. It was sort of a determined passion of mine to try to solve the mystery of my own disability. I had so many dreams, but unfortunately, I had been stuck in a reality that did not toe the line with those dreams.

"Hi Sweetheart, can I get an O?" Bill Compton, resident vampire, asked. He was the only vampire I'd ever met and the only one in Bon Temps. He had lived there for about 2 years now and most all of the locals had reluctantly accepted him.

I met him two years ago when he moved into the old Compton property that was situated across the cemetery from my house. He had introduced himself to gran and I the night he moved in. He seemed friendly enough and got along with gran spectacularly. They had the civil war in common. Gran had ultimately asked him to speak at her Civil War remembrance club called the Descendants of the Glorious Dead. Bill had agreed to speak to her club, but I suspect it was just to get into my good graces.

Bill had probably asked me out on dates hundreds of times since we met. At first, gran had encouraged me to go out with him, but I just never felt that spark of attraction to him. I thought he was a nice man, if not a gentleman, but he just really wasn't my type. It's actually kind of funny, I didn't even realize I had a type until I met him.

I'm not exactly experienced in the dating department, in fact I had probably only been out on a handful of dates. It's not because of a lack of suitors; it's mainly because I couldn't stand to hear their thoughts. Most men think about sex about every six seconds and it's especially annoying when they think about my breasts, or how they picture my lips on their cocks. The images they unknowingly projected at me were beyond X rated, in fact they sometimes verged on the criminal.

I went behind the bar to grab Bill his TruBlood as I walked back towards his table to drop it off, it was realy all I could do from blocking out Jason's friends. They were thinking about how perky my breasts were and they wish I would put a little more bounce in my step so my breasts would jiggle. Typical horny male thoughts.

"Here you are, let me know if I can get you anything else." I said as I placed the TruBlood on Bill's table. To be honest, it was a relief to be around Bill because it gave me a reprieve from the vile thoughts of the bar patrons. I couldn't hear vampires thoughts at all and I also couldn't read Sam as well either. I asked him about that once and he reluctantly explained to me it was because he was a shape shifter.

"Sookie, I have tickets to the Phantom of the Opera I for tomorrow night. I was wondering if you would join me?" Bill asked in his most genteel cool southern voice.

I was tempted to agree if only to get out of the house, but I had already agreed to work for Arlene. I had kind of become a hermit since gran died from a heart attack last year. The only social interaction I really ever had was waitressing at Merlotte's. But I in the end decided that I couldn't go back on my word to Arlene and declined his offer.

"Sorry Bill, I am working tomorrow." I started to say something about a raincheck, but I just didn't want to commit to something I may or may not be willing to follow through with.

"Some other time then." Bill said coolly. I didn't agree or acknowledge his statement, I simply walked away attending to my other tables.

About an hour later, Bill left the bar, leaving a pretty hefty tip. I finished my closing duties and stayed awhile just shooting the shit with Sam.

I really admired Sam, he was the kind of guy any girl would love to marry. He was financially stable, extremely good looking, loyal, smart, and very nice. I would love to have dated him if it weren't for the fact that he was my boss. To be honest, I had quite the crush on him, but I never led on so I doubt he ever knew. I had fantasized having a future with him, children, and white picket fences the whole nine yards. I thought maybe once I quit the waitressing gig, I could maybe date him.

"Sam, I really appreciate your friendship these past years. You were always there for me when no one else was." I said. I don't know why, but in that particular moment I was feeling incredibly nostalgic.

"Oh Cher, you know you are a very special person. You deserve so much more than a waitressing job at a dive bar in a backwater Louisiana town." Sam said. The look in his eyes was that of regret, hopefulness and a slight hint of desire. It was almost as if he was telling me that he wished he could make all my dreams come true with just his words.

"Well, goodnight Sam." I placed a small kiss on his cheek as I walked out the door. I had never really done that before, but I always wanted to. In fact I wanted to do a lot more than a chaste kiss and had fantasized about it on more than one occasion.

I walked out of the employee entrance and into my little Honda Civic. It wasn't the nicest car, but it was reliable and I was proud because I saved up for a long time to be able to buy the 4 year old car.

I hopped in the car and drove home. All I could think about was how close I was to reaching my savings goal to be able to go to college. I only needed to save about $1,000 more dollars and I could quit and go to school. Of course I would still need to take out some student loans, but I had all the paperwork filled out and ready to go. I would probably be only another month, and then I could sign up for the Fall Semester at LSU in Baton Rouge.

As I pulled in to the drive, I noticed Bill sitting on my porch. This was an unusual visit since I had seen him only hours ago.

"Bill, what are you doing here?" I said quizzically.

"Sookie, why won't you go out with me?" He asked stoically. I could tell that something was amiss about his demeanor, but what happened next is something that I will never forget as long as I exist.

TBC