AN: Hey, I'm glad you have decided to have a look at my new story; I hope you will all enjoy it. Here are a few things I thought you should know before you start reading; this is a supernatural based story with the usual characters. But I have changed Eric's appearing age to 26, just so that it will fit into my story plot better; however, Eric is still a 1000 year old Vampire, as you can probably already guess considering this is a supernatural story still. Other than that slight change, everything should be just about right with the odd change here and there. I hope you will enjoy this story and please let me know what you think to it and whether you think it is worth carrying on or not xx

Updates will be at least once a week, most likely every Sunday if it is only once a week xx Also, thank you to ljhjelm49 for offering her opinion on this story idea and then helping me decide on a name for the story xx

Disclaimer: all rights go to Charlaine Harris.

Chapter one

Sookie's POV

"Gran, I really wish you wouldn't spend all your money on this private school. I am much happier to go to a mainstream school" I assure her as she finishes up packing my bag for me. I didn't ask her to; she insisted that she wanted to do it.

"Sookie, I am not spending all of my money. I am using the money your father left for me for you. He is making enough money that this fee will not put a dent in his bank account. He is very sorry that he can't be with you all the time, Sweetie, but he has to travel a lot. So to make up for his absence he enjoys sending you to a school that will help you get far in life; he only wants what is the best for you, Sookie" Gran points out, making me sigh. I have always been the apple of my father's eye, my Gran's right; he has always wanted what was best for me. He helps to run a business down in Arkansas, so he is gone almost all of the time. But when he is around, he's always there for me and Jason.

Jason is currently going to LSU where he is on a course for football; he is always going around the states for football matches. He is their star quarterback. Jason, as you can probably imagine, is a womanizer and usually has a new girl on his arm every second. But I try not to interfere with his love life, what he does in his spare time is his business; it has nothing to do with me. It's his life; he can live it how he wants. My only problem with that is that I fear he may impregnate a girl and with him only being 19, I'm worried he will ruin his life. He isn't ready to be a father, heck; he hasn't even learnt to be mature yet. I'm more mature than he is and I'm only 16, almost 17. But, while Jason is out living his life at University, I am stuck in a school where classes start at 3:30pm and finish at 9:30pm. I don't actually know why they are so late in the day, and I don't quite trust what the school tells us. They told us that the classes took place in the evening because apparently that's when our brain will be the most active. I don't quite believe that logic.

"You have four lots of your school uniform, 7 pairs of jeans, 10 t-shirts and 2 dresses. Then in this bag here I have put you in your school shoes, some trainers and a pair of red heels and a pair of white heels. Then in your school bag you should have in there a notepad, a pencil case full of equipment and then I have also put in your purse. There is $100 in there and a bank card in case you need to go get any money out. In the back account there should be about $400. Your father wanted to make sure you have everything you need this term; he knows how much you struggled last term. What with us going through a bit of a tight squeeze, money wise. But, this is a new year and you are officially a Junior" my Gran gushes, feeling more excited about me being a Junior now than I am. I would much rather be a senior, that way I would be close to leaving school and going off to my dream University where I can study Psychology and Biology.

"Thanks, Gran" I smile at her as she passes me my bags. Usually parents or carers are supposed to drive you to the school in Shreveport, but this year they have decided to send out a bus to collect all the students living close by. So anyone who lives in Shreveport, Bon temps, Lake Charles or Jackson will be picked up by a bus that comes round their area. Seeing as I am close to Shreveport, I will be getting picked up from that bus, but right now I need to get down to the bus stop where they want to pick us all up. Luckily it won't just be me on my own, it will be and my best friend Sam. We're the only two members of Bon Temps that actually go to this school. Sam is a bright lad, he isn't as tall as most men, but he is mighty strong and he is a real sweet guy. His father runs a family bar called Merlotte's. His mother, on the other hand, died when he was seven. That's one of the main things we have in common.

My mother died giving birth to me, whereas Sam's mom died during an attack. At that time Sam's parents were divorced, and his mom was dating this guy. He seemed sweet enough, but one day he turned on his mom and, well…I think you can guess the rest. It was a brutal attack that landed his mom in a grave and the guy in prison. Sam was devastated, but so was his dad, but together they got through it. They're really close.

"Go get in the car, Sookie. I have just got to make one last check to make sure we have got everything before we leave" I nod as I head outside with my bags that I put in the trunk of the old Honda Civic. It's a late 1970's edition, but my Gran is saving up ready to buy a new car; one that is less of a hazard. My father keeps trying to offer to buy her a new car, but my Gran just won't accept the money. She is a very independent person, but so am I. I hate people giving me stuff; I like to earn my way through life, which is why I don't feel comfortable with my family spending so much money on this private school.

While I wait for Gran, I quickly unzip my suitcase to see which dresses she has put in, the school usually holds a school dance every term, but usually we only bring fancy clothing like dresses for those nights when we just want to get out of the school. Or should I say sneak out of the school. We're not actually allowed to leave the premises unless it is our parents or carers coming to collect us, but we all sneak out anyway. Some days you just need to get away from it all, have a good night out. I, myself, have never snuck out; I never really had the guts to do it. But this year I'm going to do it. This year I am going to enjoy myself to the max. And I know for a fact that Amelia will make sure that I do. She is a big part animal.

"Oh" it would seem that Gran has packed me that tight white dress that really clings to me like a second skin. The dress, when I last wore it, really brought out my curves and it pushed my breasts up no end. I get the feeling my Gran wants me to find myself a boyfriend.

The other dress she has packed for me is a red dress that comes to just below mid-thigh on me, and the sleeves go down to my elbows. There is even a little skinny black belt that goes around my waist when I wear it. To be honest, I haven't worn either of these dresses in a while.

"Sookie" Gran calls, causing me to hurriedly zip the suitcase back up before I grab my school bag and sling it over my shoulder as I plaster a smile on my face.

"You look very smart" my Gran smiles at me. I have on a white short sleeved blouse that is tucked neatly into my red plaid skirt. I also have on the red plaid tie that they insist we wear. Then, alongside the rest of my uniform, I have on my black waist coat that helps to emphasise my figure. Usually we have to wear a blazer, but I never put mine on until I actually get to school. I find the blazes so uncomfortable. Then to go with my school uniform I have on black knee high socks that I am wearing with my brand new black ballet school shoes.

"Thanks" I grumble as I get into the car, Gran getting into the driver's side where she starts up the car and begins to drive, after we have put on our seatbelts of course.

"Now, Sookie, I know you try your hardest every year, but I want you to try extra hard this year to get those results. The better the results, Sookie, the better the job prospects are for you when you leave. But if at any point you wish to have some fun, feel free to"

"Gran!" I scold her, knowing exactly what type of fun she was referring to.

"Oh, Sookie, do give over. There is nothing wrong with wanting to try sex; I am sure all you kids are at it these days"

"Gran, I'm not even legal yet" I remind her, Gran rolling her eyes as she 'pfft's'

"I was only saying, you are almost seventeen, Sweetie, and in the eyes of the law it is fine for you to engage in such activities as long as you give consent and it is with a man who is only a few years older than you. You know as well as I do that at 17 you are legal in the eyes of the law, I just want to make sure that if you do engage in any sexual activities, you will be safe" she informs me, making me close my eyes in disgust. I cannot believe I am having this conversation with my Gran, my Gran of all people.

"I know how to be safe, Gran, I don't need any information. We do get Sex Ed taught to us" I assure her, my Gran nodding as she pulls up at the bus stop. Thank God for that.

"Sookie, dear, do be careful. And make sure you phone me when you get there, I love you, Sweetie"

"I love you, too, Gran" I smile at her before I kiss her on the cheek. Once I am out of the car I head round to the boot where Sam comes over and helps me with my bags. Like I said before, he's a complete Sweetheart. Any girl would be lucky to have him as their boyfriend.

"You look spooked, Sook" he notes, causing me to nod vigorously. Only if he knew…

"Thanks, Sam" and with that I wave to my Gran as she drives off, leaving me stood there at the bus stop with Sam.

"So, what topic was your conversation on this year? My dad went in to telling me about sex and how to treat a woman right. I'm a bloody Senior now and he still wants to talk to me about sex" Sam shakes his head, making me giggle.

"I got the sex talk as well. The second I turn seventeen I am legal to take part in sexual activity, according to my Gran. I think she is in high hopes that I'll find myself a boyfriend this year" I inform him, this small smile forming on Sam's face.

"I'm sure you will, Cher. You're a wonderful gal and any guy would be lucky to have ya" he grins at me, making me blush.

"Thanks" I bump shoulders with him, Sam bumping his shoulder into mine in return. He looks very smart dressed in his black trousers, black smart shoes, crisp white shirt, red plaid tie and black blazer with the school's logo on it. My blazer is stuffed in my bag.

"Here we go" I sigh as the bus pulls up, we both get on the bus, presenting our bus passes, before heading down towards the back of the bus where Pam and Amelia are sat. Although, why Amelia is on this bus I will never know, I am pretty sure she lives in New Orleans and this bus shouldn't circuit near there.

"Before you say anything, daddy drove me up to Lake Charles so that I could be on the same bus as you guys. But come on, these buses are first class. Very posh" Amelia grins at us.

"Just like you" I dead pan as I sit down, Amelia feigning offense.

"I am not posh, darling. I am higher classed. There is a difference"

"Of course there is, darling" Pam mocks her, all of us bursting out into laughter.

"Daddy says that the headmaster will be teaching Biology this year, but only to our Junior year" Amelia informs us, my interest spiking. None of us have ever met the headmaster, he never comes out. He is like this mysterious man that all the teachers talk about like he's God, but not once have any of the students been blessed with his presence. All we know is that he is called Mr Northman. He's a complete mystery to everyone. But I love mysteries, so the chance to meet him and talk to him is an opportunity I cannot pass up.

"Hey, apparently he's even doing an assembly to welcome us all back today. But it's not until, like, eight o'clock tonight" Pam chirps in, surprising us all. He has definitely never done an assembly. He's probably only doing it to announce that he is the new Biology teacher or something. Either that or the deputy headmaster has died. So he is left to do his own bidding.

"How do you know that?" Sam demands, his eyes narrowing at her.

"I have my ways, after all, Miss Crane and I are very friendly" Pam purrs, making me scrunch my face up. I already knew that Pam was active; she has been since she was fifteen, but I didn't know she was involved with a teacher.

"You know it's illegal right?"

"Who honestly cares, Sookie? It's just a bit of fun" Pam rolls her eyes at me. I couldn't help but notice how she hasn't changed much since she first moved over here, in fact, the only thing that has actually changed about her is the clothing she wears. How peculiar.

Pam is actually from Sweden – or was it Norway? Maybe it was on the border of the two – so she has a bit of an accent. She moved over here last year and she hates the law here. Down in Sweden she could legally have sex at fifteen, but down here it's seventeen with consent, then there is the matter of the age differences between the two participates. But I can already tell you that she is breaking that law. Miss Crane is about 22 to my knowledge, maybe 23 now, she is a fairly new teacher, but never did I have her down as swinging that way. I could have sworn she was engaged when she started her job at the school last year…Maybe her and her fiancé split up. You never know.

"So, who have you been involved with lately, Miss Broadway?" Pam probes, Amelia grinning like a love struck puppy.

"Tray Dawson" she sighs happily, images of him probably invading her mind.

"Whoa, as in my best friend Tray Dawson? As in SeniorTray Dawson" Sam queries, shock completely controlling his face.

"Yeah, he's amazing" she smiles. Amelia is from a rather wealthy background, her father is a rich businessman and her mother helps out with her dad's business. Amelia is from New Orleans and she is a big believer in witchcraft, anyone would believe that she was a witch herself with how much information she knows about the myth of them.

"Come on, Sammy, we all know you get a lot of action. Who was the last girl you fucked?" Pam jumps straight to the point, making me gawk at Sam. He's good looking, attractive and of legal age, but I didn't think he had done the deed. But then again he is my best friend; I guess it's just something I don't want to know about him.

Truth is I used to have this huge crush on Sam when I was younger, but I was more like a sister to him back then so he never showed me much interest. It really got to me. He was like my idol, but like I said, I was more like a sister to him than anything else. But that was a long time ago, I don't fancy him anymore, I just see him as this awesome friend who will protect me.

"Just some girl from my class" he shrugs like it's nothing.

"Right, please divert this conversation" I order, Pam and Amelia laughing.

"Oh, our poor innocent, virgin Sookie" Pam sighs as she shakes her head laughing.

"Seriously" I frown at them, but my words are soon forgotten about when the bus pulls into the school. This private school is located near Shreveport, but not quite in it.

"Hey, do you think I could score with the headmaster? He is only 26 from what I know" Pam smirks.

"26? That's a bit young for a headmaster, I thought he would have been 45, not 26" I shake my head. Never ever have I heard of a headmaster that young. But maybe I'm just lacking a lot of knowledge. After all, I am more academically based then I am street smarts based.

"Yeah, he is 26. And I highly doubt it Pam. I don't think he would be the type of person to take risks like having sex with a teenager. He could be put in prison for it, and so could Miss Crane. So just you keep that in mind" Amelia tells her, making me feel very proud of her.

"Says you" Pam retorts with an eye roll.

"Yeah, says me. At least I sleep with guys who are close to my age" and with that Amelia jumps up from her seat and heads off of the bus. I get up, too, and quickly head off after her.

"Amelia, Amelia" I grab her wrist and spin her around where she takes a deep breath.

"Sorry" she apologises, obviously feeling stupid now.

"You're being very hormonal" I note thoughtfully, Amelia taking a deep breath.

"Sorry, I just don't like people accusing me of something I haven't done" she shouts, causing me to hold my hands up in surrender.

"Come on; let's go to our dorm room. We can get ready and talk about it, okay? You blatantly have something on your mind. A problem shared is a problem halved"

"Thanks, Sook" she smiles before linking her arm through mine, as we go to collect our bags from the bus before we make our way towards the school's front double doors that lead into the reception area. There are several different buildings located on the school site, but the girl dorms are located above the reception. There are four floors, each floor having roughly 20 rooms on it, there are two people per room. The boys' dorm room is in the building next door to the reception area, except their dorm rooms start from the bottom floor upwards.

When we get into the room we dump all of our bags on the floor before we both collapse onto our beds. It has been a long six weeks.

"So, Amelia, what's the problem" I probe, but before she can answer my question the speakers come on, a deep, seductive voice sounding over the intercom.

"Hello, Students. This is your headmaster, Mr Northman, assembly will take place dead on 8:30pm, and I suggest you all get there on time. I will not take you being late to my assembly lightly" and with that the intercom went off, just like that. Well, he sounds like a happy man.

"What time is it now?" Amelia probes as she slides off her smart shoes and pulls on a pair of black heels. She only ever dresses smart for her dad and then she gets herself all sexy ready for school. I'm surprised they haven't kicked her out yet.

"Seven thirty"

"Good, we have time to glam up and pack our stuff away" she smiles as she jumps up and begins to grab all her bags.

"Amelia, I thought you wanted to talk?"

"What? Oh, it doesn't matter now. We can talk about it later" I give her a peculiar look before shaking my head. Fine, have it her way, I'm sure she will discuss it with me when she is ready. I could use my disability to determine what is bothering her, but I don't want to invade her personal space. I will give her some space; I'm sure she will come round and talk to me about it eventually. With that I start to unpack my bags, my mind wondering back to the seductive, rough, yet somehow soft as well, voice of our headmaster. I wonder what he looks like, he must have a sexy body to go with such a pantie dropping voice… no, get a hold of yourself, Sookie. You cannot think like that, he is your school's headmaster and soon to be biology teacher. But he sounds so sexy and this will be the first time I have ever seen him. I can't help but be a little bit excited.

AN: So, do you all think this story is worth carrying on? I would love to hear your thoughts xx