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The scent of beer and fries laid heavily covered the room; much like the pressure of the last few days had held them all down. Sookie welcomed the distractions of work and the small minds of the majority of Merlotte’s clientele. Her telepathy caused the headaches, but the headaches kept her thoughts at bay. Doing something rote was just what she needed.

Almost empty, there wasn’t much to do for closing Sookie cleaned her area and Arlene’s; the last few minutes were always the longest.

Sitting in front of the antique vanity that was once her Gran’s, Hazel eyes staring back at her questioning her, asking her how she could have the feelings she had about Bill. It didn’t matter how one spun it, she was sure Bill would ask her forgiveness. She wasn’t sure that she could forget that he stuck ... . Shaking her blond mane to silence the visual in her head, she resumed brushing her long sun-kissed-blond hair. Closing her lids she imagined Gran had the brush as she pulled the bristles through, the feeling was almost sensual.

Memories of Gran began to assault Sookie’s consciousness, much like a slide show, each slide recollection played out on her beautiful face. Looks of amusement and sadness alike danced across her lips. If Bill had never come to town, Gran would be alive. It seemed all the hurt stemmed from Bill, he didn’t mean to hurt her, she knew that, still with all she’d seen and heard, the magic the death, in the end it was death.

Long fairy fingers, trailed through blond tresses, as she tided herself in front of the mirror, readying herself for a visitor; the problem was: Sookie wasn’t sure who she was preparing to greet at her front door.

The diamond flashed in the light. For now, Sookie took off the ring and putting it away for safe keeping. She wasn’t breaking off their engagement – she never said yes, well not to his face. This pain was to great, today she could not wear his ring.

If her heart beat any harder Sookie felt it would explode into a million bloody pieces; she would not allow that to happen, Russell would not get the satisfaction of having her for dinner.
A myriad of emotions passed through her in waves, brain racing, attempting to come up with a plan before she was discovered in the yard. Fairy thoughts rapid-firing, one beginning before the last ended – and each one bringing a new response to the surface.

Tonight she could not control the musical chairs that were her emotions.

If she didn’t do something, Bill Compton would die. She wasn’t sure how strong her emotions were regarding the Southern vampire, but she did know she didn’t want to live in a world without him.

Heartbroken the fairy had to forget everything else, and focus on the task at hand. Right now, nothing mattered if Bill were in trouble; she’d deal with all the rest later. Sookie was fiercely loyal, until you crossed her.

It was this loyalty more than anything that drove her to say Bill. As much as she understood vampires were different she had trouble wrapping her pretty little head around the idea that he had slept with his maker. It was easy for Lorena to water the seeds of doubt Sookie’s insecurities planted a long time ago. This doubt didn’t help things either but she had to quick focusing on the unimportant things.

What was important now was finding an escape. There wasn’t a plan; she was flying by the seat of her pants.

Before she left the slave quarters she’d covered herself with the dirt and hay from the floor of the room, rolling around in the muck she smelled, but this trick allowed her to hide her distinctive scent, making her harder to track, even if the smell revolted her. Quietly opening the car door, she looked for the keys.

For most creatures, the vampire Eric Northman was walking sex. From the moment the eye gazed upon him, the viewer was lost in those ice-blue eyes. Sad thing was this was before he’d compel anyone. As she walked toward Fantasia, the last rays of the sun cloud like fingers breaking through to lovingly touch the sweet dirt, little fingers looking as if they were scratching the sidewalk’s back.
The moments before Eric awoke were precious to her. The blond fairy had always been drawn to sunrise and moon rise, but never understood why. During this time, prickles of anticipation raced over her skin as each moment passed. Rarely did she want alone time from him, but it did happen she would want her space; she just never let him know.

Today, Sookie would see Fangtasia. Purposefully she’d kept away. Sookie Stackhouse was and opinionated Southern woman. Only with Eric did she keep some of her opinions to herself. In this Eric was a paradox. He lived in the best places, demanded the best and yet when it came to decorating a bar – well she never quite got the joke about fantasia.

Unaware how fetching she looked, she’d dressed in a short black cocktail dress, she wanted to look her best particularly she was known as “Eric’s” she wanted to make a good impression. He might chastise her for looking and smelling like dinner, but secretly he’d be proud.

The front door was unlocked, it groaned as she opened it. “Eric,” Sookie called knowing he was just now waking. She smiled at the muscular men restocking the bar. “I’m lookin’ for Eric,” the sweet drawl oozed from her lips.

Sookie Stackhouse

Character Information
Note: For this community my interpretation of Sookie is a compilation of the book and television series, sprinkling in bits and pieces of my own mental image of Sookie.
Name: Sookie Stackhouse
Nickname(s): Sook
Ages ::
Seasons- 1-3 Books 1-3 age 25
Seasons- 4-
Books 4-7 age 27
Books 8-10 age 28


Date of Birth:July 1, 1979
Species: (fairy, human, mixed [what of], shapeshifter, vampire, werewolve, werepanther) Fairy
Affiliation(s):
Mother: Corbet Stackhouse – deceased (he didn’t die by drowning like everyone thinks)
Father: Michelle Stackhouse
Siblings: Jason
Relatives from the book in the show/or book these characters play a huge role in Sookie’s life regardless if we see it on screen or read it on the books.

Sookie inherited her powers through her great –grandfather (Fairy Prince) Niall Brigant. There is some discussion as to whether the telepathy is one of her fairy powers. If this is true to the television series then the light that Claudine referred to is not only Sookie’s life-force but also a fey power. His grandchildren Claude and Claudette (Sookie’s first cousin once removed) not only share part of Sookie’s blood; along with other fairies they watch over her and have sworn to help Sookie keep her light.

Betrayed by her cousin, Hadley Stackhouse, Sookie has now become of person of interest to many of the supernatural creatures.

Hadley, Jason and Sookie were extremely close as children. (For brevity I’m leaving out Uncle Bartlett specific details. But this leads me to a flaw unless the medications are making me delusional. But Bartlett was Adele’s brother right? I might have this wrong. If that’s true, then why would Hadley spend time with him? I didn’t see his name on the family tree. ]
As the last of the Stackhouse line, the three cousins have come to value family dearly. Sookie finds a kindred spirit in her little cousin Hunter Savoy. Apparently the ‘light’ skips generations as depicted by Hadley and Jason – on the surface they show no signs of fairy behaviour. [Yes, that’s a paradox as we don’t know if the show will change that mythology.] Sophie Anne has an unusual attachment for Hadley. While Jason seems to possesses a magnetic/charismatic charm drawing women to him.

Finding a kindred spirit in her younger cousin, Hunter, we find that he too is a telepath. This brings up an interesting scenario – typically telepathy isn’t a fairy trait.

Children: (if any) (do Bill, Eric and Sam count ... oh yeah Jason and Tara) although she is a nurturing ‘mother earth’ type personality she mothers people in general. None

Eric told her to leave, it wasn’t that he didn’t want her; he wanted her with everything he had his wife was the only other woman he’d called lover. At first he’d wanted her because she was Bill’s. She’d never understand their relationship.

As a fey, supernatural creatures were drawn to her, and Bon Tempe was getting dangerous. Her powers were growing, many she didn’t realize, and of course this would happen once she’d mastered her telepathy.

Franklin Springs wasn’t far from Bon Tempe; Eric could be there in a heartbeat. He’d investigated it’s wasn’t the safest of places, but there were others who could help her.

The decision was made and suddenly here she was. As she drove into town, she saw help wanted signs so she stopped and filled out an application. Finding a hotel she checked in, called and left Eric a message then she went out for a walk around her new town.