Against Better Judgement

Alcide had left in a tizzy and she was there at home alone. But she wasn't going to let his attitude about it change anything; she was going to go see Bill. And that's just what she did.

She brushed her hair once more, made sure that her dress wasn't wrinkled and slid her feet into her white flip flops before heading out the door. It didn't take long for her to cross the cemetery and come up into his yard and by the weak "blankness" she felt, she knew something wasn't right. "Bill?" she called as she ran up the steps and to the door; her hand reached out and pounded on it, her ears straining for any sort of sound from inside.

"Bill, are you there? It's me, Sookie." She waited, hoping she'd hear something.... but she didn't. "I'm coming in, okay?" She pulled the extra key out from under the potted plant by the door and slid it into the lock, turning it and then the doorknob before putting it back in its place and stepping inside. "Bill? Where are you?" She still didn't hear anything; focusing her mind, she felt for him, for that familiar blank spot, and realized he was in his room. She walked the familiar path towards his room and pushed open the door, her heart stopping, then skipping, when she saw what lay before her.

"Oh, Bill. What's happened to you?" she cried as she rushed to his side.

After the events in his office and with the help of Dexter, Bill had somehow managed to retreat to his bedroom whilst Dexter got rid of the dead body in his office. Bill was hit with a wall of guilt as he had regained his senses over what had happened to him. Her blood in his mouth, he had believed it to be her...Lilith.

His body was still weak, he could barely move. The blood in his system had not even touched the hunger that he was feeling within him. His sight and hearing was severely affected by the lack of blood in his system by his own doing. He could barely make out the figure that was standing before him believing it to be another false vision of someone who wished to taunt him.

But this was different,

"......Sookie" he croaked, his throat dry and cracked as he tried to assemble a sentence together but failing.

She reached out to him and gripped his hand, letting her fingers rub over the top of his hand.

"What can I do? What's wrong?" She just stared at him, begging him to tell her, and wishing with all she had that she could read his mind. All she wanted to know was what he was thinking, how she could help. He looked weak, exhausted.... hungry. Realization struck, and she met his gaze as she slid closer to him on the bed.

"Bill.... When was the last time you fed?"

With his body so weak as he had refused to drink any blood in stock that he had left in the mansion. He could not leave Jessica without blood for herself, but all the visits or hallucinations that had happened to him. It had left him ever more weaker than before, but for the first time that night he could tell that this was not a vision....It was Sookie.

"......Nine...Nine days" he whispered.

"Nine....Nine days?! Bill, why are you starving yourself?"

She didn't even want to think about it. He was going to end up dying. He was already weak, and now he was going to waste away. "You need to feed."

She met his gaze, then let her eyes move to his mouth, then her wrist. And her mind was made up. "Feed from me." She wouldn't let him do this, she wouldn't let him suffer. He was her friend, her Bill. She loved him, deep down she always would.

"Drink from me, Bill."

Bill felt a wrist at his mouth, he could feel Sookie's flesh against his lips. Part of him wanted to jump at the fact that she had offered to feed from him...But another part did not, he was starving, he would kill her if he fed from Sookie. His turned his head to the side pushing away her wrist from his mouth.

"....No....I will....Kill you" he groaned feeling his body de-pleat of energy and the strength to say no to her.

She shook her head and pressed her wrist closer to his mouth.

"Bill, I trust you. Please. Let me do this for you." Her voice trailed off as she met his gaze and she pleaded with her eyes. "Please. I can't, I won't.... I won't lose you. You have to feed from someone, and it might as well be me. I trust you. You won't hurt me." She knew that she was taking a risk, but she didn't care. She knew he needed it, and she was going to offer... even if it meant putting her life at risk.

"Do it. Please!" she begged.

"Do it. Please!"

Bill could hear the plea in her voice, it was enough to break him down. He reached to hold onto her wrist as his fangs dropped, his nose running along her arm.

"I can smell the sunlight...on your...skin" he croaked.

Slowly he slid his fangs into her wrist and was assaulted with the first wave of her blood.

His words hit her hard, but his fangs hit her harder. She had forgotten just how fulfilling it was to feed a vampire that knew how to keep the pain away. Warmth rolled all over her body and she let out a moan, sliding onto the bed and laying closer to him. "Would it be easier...." She moaned softly again and moved her free arm to her neck.

"Would it be easier.... from here?" She rubbed the soft skin where she could feel her pulse throbbing roughly and let out a small sigh. She had forgotten... Oh, it was so wonderful! She tried to move her body so that she could give him her neck, tugging the wrist he was attached to gently away from him.

With her Fae blood entering his system, everything came back to life. He could feel his legs again, flex his arms. Everything was beginning to work again as normal, including everything down south in his pants. His eyes shot open with his full sight back and glared at her as she dangled her neck with an open invitation.

He quickly shifted withdrawing his fangs from her wrist as Sookie now lay on her back on his bed as he straddled her legs towering above her. Without hesitance he bit down onto her neck allowing her blood to flow freely into his mouth. Allowing his full weight to press down on top of her.

She let out a much louder moan now that he had his body against her, and she let her legs wrap around him to pull him closer. Oh, how she had missed him. She missed the relationship that they had, missed the comfort of his arms around her. She missed his love.

"Oh Bill," she said as he continued to pull against her neck and she pressed her body harder against him. "Give me your wrist," she said softly, knowing he would hear her words. She knew she shouldn't be doing it, but.... she wanted it. She wanted to be close to him again.

Bill had forgotten how Sookie's blood tasted, it had been so long since he could feel her again inside of him, as though she had never left him. Like she was back where she belonged. His fangs bit down a little deeper into her neck and pulled harder on the wound to increase the flow of blood into her mouth.

"Give me your wrist"

With his senses now back to full strength he pulled his hand out from underneath her and allowed her hands to grip around his wrist.

She didn't hesitate, didn't think... she just sank her teeth into the soft flesh of his wrist and took a long pull of the thick, slow flowing liquid. His blood hit her senses like a ton of bricks and she felt rolls of pleasure move through her body. If she wasn't careful she was going to lose it right there, with him rubbing against her.

She moaned his name against his wrist, lapping at the blood that trickled down and let her eyes slide closed while tightening her grip with her legs. Pulling away from his wrist with a soft sigh of his name. All thoughts of doing what was right or being with someone else were out of her mind; all she thought of was now.... this moment. Them.

Her Bill.

Dexter had been having his break in the kitchen when he was alerted by a guard that a young woman had been granted access to the estate without him knowing. With his gun locked and loaded he began climbing the stairs with his back pressed against the wall ready to shoot at first sight. He reached the top of the stairs as he glanced around the corner that opened up into the grand hallways that spread out to many rooms.

He could hear a lot of banging and thudding radiating from the King's bedroom, slowly he approached with caution as the noise went silent. Knocking on the door loudly, protecting the King was his first and main priority.

"Your majesty? Do you require some assistance" he called though the closed door.

As soon as she heard the words come from the mans mouth, all of her senses came back in a rush. She was in Bill's bedroom.... feeding him from her neck.... while feeding from his wrist.... and writhing against him. She let out a gasp and pulled away from his wrist, then looked into his fevered, hungry eyes. She didn't want to stop, but she knew they had to.

"Oh, God. Bill. We.... We have to stop. Stop." She pulled away from him softly and rubbed her wrist against her pants. What was she thinking!?

She called nervously out to the man in the hall. "Just..... Just a minute!"

Bill did not want this to stop, he needed to feel every inch of her. To be back to how things used to be even if it was only for a moment. But with Dexter's voice blasting through his closed door he could feel Sookie pull away from him. He sat back on his knees with a hungry need in his eyes, his lips painted crimson with her blood.

"I am fine Dexter. You are dismissed for the evening" he called back to him.

He turned back to face Sookie who remained sat on his bed.

"Sookie...I-I...Stay" he pleaded with her.

She shook her head, her body telling her to stay and complete what they had started, but her heart telling her that if she went any further she'd lose Alcide forever. She loved him, that she knew. But she also loved Bill.

Her head continued to shake from side to side, and tears were forming in her eyes. What did she do? "I can't stay," she said with a quiet voice. "I want to, but I can't. It's.... it's not right, Bill. You know that I love you.... But I can't do that to Alcide. I... I'm so sorry."

She didn't move, though. She sat there looking at him with love, longing and sadness in her eyes.

Bill witnessed her tears falling from her eyes, he moved to be closer to her, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek.

"I love you Sookie. I have hurt you and I cannot ask for your forgiveness and I will not make you do something that you do not want to do" he assured her.

For a moment he allowed himself to be whole again, he cupped the back of her neck and pulled her lips to his. In that moment he felt like the old Bill Compton again, the one that had walked into the bar that night. The old Bill Compton that made love to Sookie in front of his fire place, had fought to save her life despite the danger he put himself in. He pulled back to look into her eyes softly.

"I am not going any where Sookie" he promised her.

She felt a tug at her heart as his lips touched hers, a surge of longing for what they had before everything went to hell.

"I know you do, Bill." And it was true; she could feel his emotions as though they were her own. "And you know I love you, too. But what we had... It's over, Bill. We won't be together anymore, not again. Too much has happened between us. We'll always have love for each other, but that's it."

She pressed a hand to his cheek and rubbed gently with her thumb. "But it'll be okay, ya know? We're friends. We'll be friends until... Well, until I die." She let her voice trail off and sighed.

Bill leaned into her hand that rested on his cheek, he didn't want her to leave and it was not just because he wanted to have someone to screw. He had always wanted Sookie, it was always Sookie.

"If I want to have you in my life as a friend. Then that is what I am going to take. But know this Sookie, I will always be waiting in the wings for you. I will always be there for you" he promised her.

Sighing Bill stood up from the bed straightening himself out.

"I should walk you home Miss Stackhouse" he smirked, hiding the pain inside of him.

She smiled at him, the tears in her eyes drying as she stood. "Even when I'm old and gray?" she asked with a barely there grin. She knew he'd be there for her, always. He always had. And for that, she was grateful.

"Take me home."

She reached out for his hand and linked her fingers with his. She knew she had to think of how to bring this up to Alcide, but at the moment she wouldn't think of it. She stopped for a second and looked at him. "Does this mean we have a blood bond now?" she asked.

"Even when you old and grey" he smirked.

Bill immediately pushed that thought aside, he did not even want to think of Sookie like that. He had often thought about if she wanted to be turned but it never came up in their past conversations.

His hand linked hands with her as she now stood beside him, if he hesitated any longer in his room he would not be able to let her leave. But he decided to take her home just like she wanted. It was always Sookie, it never stopped being Sookie.

She was the love of his life.

"We always had a bond Sookie. Blood is just a formality" he smirked at her.