Summary: After Bill's rejection to take her to the Vampire bar in Shreveport. Sookie decides to go solo, having strong determination to clear her brother's name and burning curiosity takes over her body and soul! Starts: S1 - E4. With a few twists!

Note: Thank you's go out to: Northwoman for beta'ing this fic and to: Peppermintyrose, Thyra10 and Suki59 for helping me get on the right track of things, with out them this story probably wouldn't have made it here today - Thank you, all of you for all the help :) :)

Disclaimer: I wish I did but sadly I do not own any of these characters the lucky owner is: Charlaine Harris. (Repeated for every chapter.)

Resisting Temptation
Chapter 1: Interogation pt1
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- The only way to get rid of temptation, is to yield to it - Oscar Wilde.

After the disagreement slash fight with Bill, Sookie decided to go solo and find this Vampire bar herself to gain answers or a lead on the murders of two women from her home town, Bon Temps, Louisiana. A town which usually is quite peaceful, unless you count the few drunken brawls that occasionally appear and the odd drama of a cheating partner, but never has there been anything as major as the latest string of events.

Why a vampire bar? Simple because both of these girls had vampire bites, and she knew this through her brother's mind, who on this rare occasion pleaded with her to believe him, and in a moment of desperation Jason let her in. So that is how she ended up here, pulling into said bar's parking lot. It wasn't hard to find, all she had to do was lower her shields and there was at least one person thinking about a 'Fangtasia' which would be a fitting name for a vampire hang-out.

She was momentarily shocked that the queue went right back but thankfully she didn't have to wait long and she soon found herself being ID'd by a pretty, fierce-looking women with blonde hair who wore a tight fitted, black leather dress and super high heeled red pumps that matched her lips.

'ID.' She said in a bored voice.

'How funny, gettin' ID'd in a vampire bar.' Sookie said, having never been ID'd in her life as she rarely ever ventured outside of Bon-Temps and the only place with a bar in her town was where she worked since she was eighteen. The women looked at her with a critical eye.

'I can no longer tell the difference between human ages. We have to be careful we let no minors in.' She explained, in the same bored tone. Sookie reluctantly handed over her purse, which held her ID in the concealed clear compartment.

'Twenty-five, huh? How sweet it is.' She said handing her the purse back and stepping aside letting her enter.

Sookie suddenly felt very nervous as she descended the, what felt like, long flight of stairs down into the club. The inside decor was pretty much the same as the outside, dark - unless you count the bright red flashing, fancy letter sign outside on the roof that said 'Fangtasia.' On the inside, was dark wood and deep red walls decorated with what looked like posters and rule-guides.

Moving over to the bar Sookie perched on one of the stools, suddenly also feeling out of place, as she took in other people's attire which mostly consisted of black and showing off a lot of skin. She wore a white dress, with a green polka-dot bikini underneath she'd worn during the afternoon from tanning. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back in a waterfall rhythm and over her shoulders, her shoe choice, white and light-pink heels, the toe end dyed pink, and the lining on the bottom of her shoe, including the heel pink, but the rest white..

Suddenly a man with tattoos, also dressed in black, with long black hair, appeared before her, fangs down and she knew this would be her first chance of clearing Jason's name and her first time being served by a vampire.

'What can I get you?' He asked her, eyeing her up and down in a way that made her shift in her seat uncomfortably.

'Gin and tonic, please.'

'Right away ma'am.' He paused. 'You don't look anythin' like our usual clientele.' He commented, as he started making her drink.

'No. I'm actually here on impulse. You see, there's been crimes in my local town, and I know for a fact both victims had vampire bites and I was hoping to get a lead by coming here to help clear my brother's name.' She pulled out two pictures and handed them to the guy.

'That one wanted death.' He said, pointing to a picture of Maudette Pickens.

'Did you see who they hung around with?' She asked.

'That's something we don't notice here. Most people who come want to die.' He said placing her drink down before her, having already paid him, he disappeared before she could have the chance to respond.

Sookie slipped the photos into her bag and sipped on her gin and tonic before locating a sign for the 'Ladies' room and headed in that direction. She felt well out of her comfort zone and felt like she'd achieved nothing except discovering that Maudette apparently wanted to die, but that didn't prove Jason's innocence in all of this and for the first time she thought of her curse as a failure seeing as how she can't read vampire minds and found herself feeling a little frustrated about not being able to read somebody's mind.

Downing the rest of her drink, Sookie pulls her act together and fixes her hair a little more. A little wandering around wouldn't hurt, would it? With her shields down, her secret safe, she's free to wander the bar without raising suspicion, just a curious bypasser. Taking a deep breath she thought she could use another gin and tonic and decided to make a bee-line to the bar after freshening up.

The vampire who served her earlier was back before her.

'Same again?' He asked her.

'Yes, thanks.' She said. Realising straight away vampires don't care for southern-manners, except perhaps Vampire Bill. The vampire behind the bar came back with her drink, much quicker than the first time.

'Found anything?' He asked.

'No.' She said, hating how disappointed she sounded, almost sulky.

'That's because you won't.' He paused. 'Good luck tryin'. Sookie thought that his eyes flickered to behind her but he was too fast to be certain.

'On the house.' He suddenly said to her, surprising her.

Sookie suddenly felt as though she was being watched and so she slowly started to move around the bar to do some nosying around to try and shake off the feeling, and all she really was able to pick up was: sex, sex, sex, sex and over the top fantasies that were either completely wrong or just... just ew.

She decided to take a seat at one of the spare tables that was pretty closed off from the rest of the bar, but still within the crowd type thing and that's when she noticed him... dark clothing, long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, that seemed to fall directly upon her. He sat upon a raised platform, on a throne-like chair, the type you see in old historic films from the British that sometimes appear on the documentary channels. She hated to admit it, but she found him very attractive and something foreign started burning within her emotions.

She watched as he raised his hand in a motion that indicated she should join him, but instead she completely ignored this and focused on looking around, until the blonde women from the door was suddenly in front of her explaining that her 'master' was summoning her. Sookie felt like refusing, who the hell did this man, vampire - think he was? But she decided to go ahead anyway, seeing no other option out.

'Master? Miss. Stackhouse, here.' Blonde Vampire said.

'Miss. Stackhouse, I hear you've been asking questions to my staff? If you have any questions, you should come to me and ask me alone.' He said, in a voice filled with authority.

'Alrighty then.' She said, suddenly feeling nervous under his intense gaze as she pulled out the photos of Maudette and Dawn and if she didn't know any better she could have sworn he was... what was the expression she'd heard from so many people's thoughts before... eye fucking her? Sadly this time, she didn't have her Merlotte's waitress tray with her for use, just her gin and tonic that was half empty.

'Do you know any of these girls?' She asked handing over the photos. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, as he studied the pictures. He pointed to the one of Maudette and said: 'This one I found too pathetic for my liking, however this one I have tasted.' He paused.

'Why do you ask, Miss Stackhouse?' He asked her. She shifted, suddenly feeling uncomfortable again.

'Because, there have been two murders in my home town. Two girls, previously linked with vampires and two said girls, previous flings of my brother's, who I know didn't commit the murders.' She explained.

'And how can you be so sure that your brother didn't commit these crimes you're speaking of?' Shit. She thought, suddenly feeling a little panicked.

'Look. If this is all you got, I really gotta go.' She said moving to put the pictures back into her bag. The only reason Bill sadly knew of her curse was because he accidently found out in her moment of curiosity and excitement of being unable to read someone's mind, and the fact they saved each other.

His hand whipped out so fast; she didn't have time to react as he grabbed hold of her wrist and then thousands of little electric type sparks shot through her arm from where he held it. She also felt warmth spread through her body. Sookie moved her gaze away from his hold on her and looked up to meet his piercing intense blue gaze.

'My office.' Was all he said, though she thought she saw several emotions pass through his eyes in a blur too fast for her to put a name to them.

'SOOKAH.' The sound of Bill's voice met her ears.

'Shit.' She said, looking up at this new vampire who still had hold of her eyes, pleadingly.

He seemed to get what she was silently asking him to do as she suddenly found her feet depart from the floor.

Eric POV.
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'What is going on?' Is the first thing I demand of the woman I deposited on my couch, This women has captured my attention from the moment she walked into my bar. I watched as she stood up and glared slightly at me before settling for pacing.

'There have been two murders both of which are women and said women have had links with vampires including on and off again relationships with my brother. I know from a very reliable source these two women have been to this bar and had fang marks.' She said, sounding very frustrated and damn, she looked hot.

'And you immediately assumed a vampire did this?' I asked, moving to sit behind my desk, and moved to place my feet above the table, ignoring the disdainful look she gave my new position. But what I was curious about is why she practically begged me to not let Compton see her. He was in deep shit with me anyway for not registering with me when he moved into my area and I'm surprised he made an appearance tonight, though I'm pretty sure the beauty before me was the reason.

'No. Vampires would drain the body right?' She asked looking directly at me.

'Yes, but what made you accuse my kind in the first place?' I asked her. This should be good.

'Mr...'

'Northman.' I finished for her.

'Mr. Northman, I wasn't accusing, more of a suspicion. I know my brother like I know one of my favourite books, inside and out. I know he isn't capable of these murders he's being accused of, I just find it strange that two women he's been linked with have also been linked with vampires recently and then they are found dead in their homes?' She paused.

'Jason may be many things but a murderer isn't one of them. One of the girls in question, had filmed...' I watched as Ms. Stackhouse shivered a little before collecting herself together. 'had filmed her encounter with a vampire. Our local police department made him watch the video, after locking him up for twelve hours, making him think he'd done the killings, when he hadn't murdered her. But according to him, there was a Vampire involved. The girl had taped her time with said vampire. So I thought I'd come here to see if I could recognise any, as we've had a few passing by in Bon Temps.'

'How can you be so sure your brother didn't do these attacks? Surly, if the human police didn't think he did it then, they wouldn't have arrested him?' Eric was surprised when a somewhat evil-bitter laugh left her lips, he found himself wanting to kiss... Wait? What did he just think?

'Mr. Northman, Andy Belfleur has been waiting a very long time for an opportunity to kill my brother's inflated ego and womanizing ways. Jason has never had to try to attract women, hell they practically fall at his feet, where as Andy has always been well, Andy was never popular, and always hated my brother. He's hell bent on not believing Jason to be innocence. I hoped by coming here, I might recognise some of the vampires, but I fear my visit has been rather disappointing.'

'Well, lucky for you Ms. Stackhouse, I happen to know every vampire in my area, as every vampire has to register with me first before they can settle in this area of Louisiana. So if you give me the description of the vampires that passed through your town, I might give you names, though I don't know what you are hoping to achieve because as you pointed out before, vampires drain their pray. How were these girls found and what of your connection to Bill Compton?' I asked her. Curiosity burned within me, regarding the Bill thing, more than likely she is the reason he has braved his presence in his bar.

'My connection to Mr. Compton is not your busi-' I zoomed at vampire speed so I was standing right before her, holding her gently by her throat and towering over her, loving the feel of her soft skin under my hand. Come again? I thought to myself, that last little bit of my thoughts surprised me, yet again and vampires aren't easily surprised, especially those as old as me.

I make sure to hold her gaze before saying. 'You will tell me of your connection to Mr. Compton and you will tell me how these girls where found.' I told her, surprised by the smirk that could easily rival my own which appeared on the curve of her lips.

'Don't try that glamour crap with me Mr. Northman. It does not work, and before you ask why, I don't know myself.' She confessed. I raised my eyebrow, again this woman had surprised me a third time in a short space of time. This is proving to be an interesting evening rather than the usual boring one. Struggling to maintain my façade, I didn't miss the fact she'd sidestepped my question about her connection to Bill and my powerful glamour didn't affect her when usually I would have what I wanted by now.

She'd also managed to win and hold my attention from the moment she walked into the bar and I found myself remembering how irritated I felt when she hadn't noticed me but I had her, normally it's the other way round when it comes to me and the vermin but not tonight.

'What are you?' I asked her. She rolled her eyes as if she'd heard that before.

'I'm a waitress.' She replied simply, almost in a bored tone.

'No...' I said, my eyes flicking over her face. I leaned in and let my nose run down the path between her ear lobe and bottom of her neck. I felt her heart rate pick up and as I let my hand trail down to rest between the swell of her breasts to feel the pounding rhythm of her heart underneath her skin, I whispered.

'You're something more... no mortal has ever evaded my glamour before. No human woman or man would have been able to achieve that.' I said.

The door to my office was suddenly swung open and I had the sudden urge to protect this strange woman. I pulled her behind me and went into a protective stance, ready to pounce on the intruder.

'SOOKAH.' Bill growled.

I raised an eyebrow upon hearing Sookie's groan. Yes, tonight is proving very interesting and almost entertaining.