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It was the night after my gran died, that I started to doubt Bill Compton. I knew that in my right mind I wouldn’t really want to have sex with him. Why would I do that right after—before I could even mourn her? Did I just want to numb the pain of losing her?
Maybe Eric Northman was right; maybe Bill really was manipulating me with his blood. Question is why would he do that? What does Bill want from me and why is he back at Bon Temps? Is he really just moving back here because he wants to mainstream or is it something else entirely? Those thoughts made few of my tears drop from my eyes.
I didn’t know how, but I just knew that Bill was coming closer to my house and he arrived not soon after Eric flew away. I had already gone back inside my house, so he knocked my door and shouted my name. I was panicking, because I had no idea what I should do. Should I face him or not?
I was afraid that if I faced him, he would succeed at making me do whatever he wanted if Eric was right about him. I knew what I should do; I should make him go away.
I didn’t trust Eric, but I didn’t trust Bill anymore either. There must be a way to prove that Bill wasn’t making me feel nor do anything and also that I really felt—what was I feeling anyway? Was it love? It didn’t matter; what mattered was that what I was feeling came from me and not from him.
I really didn’t want to face him right now but I still cracked open the door and he was standing there with his blue shirt and black pants. His black hair was almost at his eyes as he looked deep into my eyes. I couldn’t imagine that if Eric wouldn’t have come here tonight, I would be having sex right now. God is that all I can think about right now? <em>Sex, sex, sex.</em>
What I should think about right now is how to make him go away, so I could figure out to—to make sure that the vampire my gran was so fond of isn’t manipulating son of a bitch.
“Sookie? Are you alright?” Bill asked concerned. My gran died just last night and the guy I almost lost my virginity could be just using me? Do you think I am alright?
“Fine,” I said quietly to him.
“Sookie?” he asked, touching my hair with his right hand before taking it away again.
“Why are you crying if you’re alright, darling?” I touched my face, just under my right eye and saw that he was right; I was crying without a sound.
“It’s just that I-I just ate the last pie gran ever made,” I told him and it really wasn’t a lie. I cried earlier today, while eating gran’s last pie.
“Aren’t you going to ask me inside?” Bill asked me, probably wondering why I wasn’t opening my door all the way.
“I-I I’m a crying mess, so I don’t really think it’s a really good idea right now.”
“I could always make you feel better,” he informed me.
“Bill?” I asked him.
“Sookie?” he asked me with his accent that always made my name sound really weird.
“Could I be alone right now?”
“But Sookie?”
“I buried gran today, Bill. I buried the woman who raised me today and if that wasn’t enough. My brother; my only family member blamed me, because of you. So could I just be alone right now or is it too much to ask?” I yelled at him before slammed my front door shut. That made me feel little better, but it also made me feel worse. <em>This wasn’t only the day I started to doubt Bill; I buried my gran today and this was the first time my brother hit me.</em>
I stood in front of the door with my back facing the door. I took a deep breath and let it out. I called Fangtasia after I knew Bill was gone and couldn’t hear who I was calling.
“Good evening, Fangtasia, northern Louisiana’s most fangtastic club. What do you want?” answered the woman who I assumed was Pam; Eric’s child and who had a ‘vault’ to remember people’s faces. I didn’t really know much about Eric or Pam. Almost everything I knew about them was what Bill had informed me. I was amazed how much he told me, because Bill didn’t tell me about almost anything.
“This is Sookie Stackhouse. Can I speak with Eric?” I asked her and not soon after Eric was in the other end of the phone.
“How can I help you? Did you miss me already?” he asked me and I could almost hear him smirking in the other end.
“Do you know a way to get Bill’s blood out of my system?”
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<em>N/A: There is the first chapter. What do you think?</em>
