This takes place during the last few minutes of S1, Ep 12. Sookie Stackhouse is alone now, knowing Bill Compton will never return to her after she and Sam Merlotte just buried him in the graveyard. Someone knocks on her door, but it isn't who you think it is.
This is a female slash, if that's what you call it. It can—and will—get pretty graphic, so I'm warning you now. Oh, and another male Vamp might just show up, if that's what y'all would like!!!
I was numb, as I had been ever since my friends had left a little bit ago. I was getting pretty angry with Arlene for her whining over losing her beloved husband—ha! That was pushing it—Rene. He'd killed those innocent women, including Gram, all because they were fangbangers. Well, I would hardly call Gram a fangbanger, but I know she liked Bill a lot, regardless if he was a Vampire.
I mean, what was there to not like about him? He was sexy as all get out with that body of a Greek God; his hands were strong and firm, yet loving; his lips were cool, yet meshed with my hot, yearning lips, I had rarely even noticed it anymore. Even his guttural voice, so urgent, was like that of an Angel playing a violin in my ear when we'd make love. And when he'd have to bite to satisfy his own savage hunger—who needed to have an orgasm after that? That in itself was the most precious thing I could give him, my blood. He could have gotten his release from anyone he wanted, I'm sure there were other woman, and maybe even men that would have been more than eager to give it to him, but he'd chosen me.
And now he was gone, forever, finite. My new world that I had become so accustomed to, even though somewhat traumatic at times was over. My eyes started to burn again, but I knew I didn't have anymore tears left to fall from my red, swollen eyes. There would be more to come, no doubt, with every day's sunlight beginning to fade and the deep longing and pure lust for him would overtake me, making me almost giddy. But no more. It was over.
My heart would never love again.
The effects of the sedative I'd gotten at the hospital had faded, and my body was starting to scream at me to rest—for days, I'd hoped. I pushed myself off of the couch, turned off the lights in the living room and trudged into the foyer, locking the door. Final, it was all so final. Locking the door—locking Bill out. Sighing deeply, I pulled Gram's afghan around my shoulders and turned for the stairs when the doorbell rang. God, I sure didn't want anymore visitors. But if it was Sam, I wouldn't have minded him staying with me, just for tonight, just to keep me safe.
I went to the door and didn't even peak outside to see who it was. I figured if it was Sam, he'd rush in to hold me, to comfort me, and I needed that right now. If it was a Vampire, they couldn't come in unless I invited them, which was good to know. Bill was the only that I had ever invited into my home and he would be the last Vamp—the doorbell rang again, shaking me from my heart broken, morbid thoughts.
When I'd opened the door and looked at who was standing there, I wanted to scream. The first thing I noticed was her bright red lipstick, almost blood red compared to her pale complexion. Her face was taut, her eyebrows slightly arched with amusement. And her eyes showed something I had never, ever seen from her before—compassion? That was completely absurd, especially coming from her. Her long, straight hair cascaded down her shoulders, the bangs being held back by sunglasses, something I found very ironic. What Vamp needed sunglasses?
I started to laugh, though I don't know why. It was so loud I heard my echo bounce off the trees surrounding the house. What came back at me was the laughter of a mad woman, and I was expecting someone else to jump out from behind the woman and attack me. But it was only my hysterical self, trying to hold onto reality. That made me laugh even harder.
"Oh, hell," the woman said. "You're higher than a kite, aren't ya?"
Yep, her voice was definitely filled with whatever she could pull out of her Emotional Feeling Vault, which I figured was pretty empty. That made me giggle, which quickly subsided. "Not anymore. What do you want, Pam? I'm tired."
"Eric sent me."
"I need to be alone right now," I told her, noticing how monotone and emotionless my voice was.
"Like I said, Eric sent me. Blame it on him." She shrugged her shoulders.
We stared at the other, and she was trying to glamour me, which made me smile nervously. "If I don't let you in, will you stand there until the sun comes up?"
"Sadly enough, yes." Her voice sounded irritated.
"Okay, then." I promptly slammed the door in her face.
I locked the door again, turned off the foyer light and headed to my bedroom in the back of the house, and collapsed on the bed without even getting out of my dirty clothes. My body was just as dirty, but I didn't care, to tell you the truth. I wanted to sleep. I wanted to dream that I was with Bill, holding him in my arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and waiting for him to enter me, hearing him growl in my ear right before he . . .
But that's not what I heard. While I was trying to force myself to sleep in a happy place, Pam had stood right where she was for the past ten minutes constantly pressing the doorbell buzzer.
One right after the other and never letting up . . . DING ding DING ding DING ding DING DING ding ding DINGNGNGNG
"Oh, for God's sake!" I spat as I flew from the room, barely making it to the door before I jerked it open again. "Cut it out! Come in but stay in the living room."
"Thank you," she said as she sauntered into the foyer. "That's so hospitable of you."
Only then did I notice her couture outfit: Faded pink ruffled blouse tucked into a deeper pink-shaded skirt that barely rested at mid-thigh. She loved her pastels. And her heels were at least five-inches high, but I guessed she'd gotten used to it after her, what, two hundred years? And she was carrying a duffle bag, though I was afraid to ask what was in it.
"Got anything to drink?" she asked as she hesitantly sat down on the couch, as if it wasn't good, fashionable or new enough for her ass.
"It's in the fridge," I said as I tried to sneak back to bed. "Get it yourself."
"Well, so much for hospitality," she snickered.