THE HOUSE FORMERLY KNOWN AS THE STACKHOUSE
And even if he doesn't, she'd still do well to come in under his protection. Whether or not that means being His, who knows, but it was always explained to us that being His was as much about other vampires keeping their hands off an available food source as it was about romance -- or boring girl/boy power/protection/paternalism stuff. Talbot was Russell's (before he ever turned him), Barry's fairy godmother is a dude, Tara was never really Franklin Mott's even though he kept saying she was, etc.
But putting Sookie in the driver's seat here, seeing her as an active agent, means looking through her eyes and understanding her acknowledgement that without some kind of firepower, she's not just a victim -- she's a delicious victim, who summons attackers just by existing. She's playing on the bigger field and has no choice but to stay there, with the wild things, and that means separating her fairly rational emotions about all of this from the very tough decisions that she needs to make. The price tags have to be cold hard facts, not just fantasies or projections.
Alcide isn't just a hot, nice dude that can beat ass: He's a werewolf pack leader who comes with Debbie Pelt not far behind. Eric isn't just a friend she kind of hates, or Godric's only other survivor: He has looked her in the eye and double-crossed her a million times, always for her own "good," coming from his reptile Machiavellian worldview, even when it meant feeding her to the mad King. He tricked her into feeding on his blood so that he could track her anywhere and invade her dreams and he doesn't even understand why that's a problem, I mean, no thanks. But is that better than Bill, her first love, who has literally walked through fire for her and yet managed to find endless ways to break her heart, and make her feel like an idiot and a whore while still protesting how much he loved her? Do you want to be buried?
It's not an embarrassment of riches and it's certainly not a wish-fulfillment exercise. It's an invitation to relationship dynamics so twisted and compromised you'd need calculus just to get the basics down. It's not about choosing which cute boy, it's about figuring out how to live until the sun comes up. And if she could think like a vampire it wouldn't stress her out: She'd just do the math. But because she's not a vampire -- because she is a complex and fairly passionate woman in her own right -- everything's all confusing and weird, like, weird to the point that she fucked Bill on the floor while strangling him that time, like she could tear him apart.