Fallen Feathers
Death is easy, it's Living that is hardest/
Summary: Darla I do not personally own any character or plot from the Series "True Blood", I just have little to no life.
Also: this is my first attempt in a story in a few years, so any criticism is highly appreciated. And..: I have horrid grammar and spelling, I'm sorry.
Sitting on a bar stool was a woman, dawned in a black and purple lace gown. Her mascara streaked down her face, along with soot and dirt. Her dress looked expensive, but it was damaged. Torn and filthy, but it seems this woman was more concerned with her drink than she was her appearance. Taking the shot that was just placed in front of her she cringes.
A man comes and sits down beside her, clearly it is a man she recognizes and she lifts the empty shot glass at him and attempts to smile. But it was clear from his reaction to her look that he was concerned for her.
"Darla, what happened?" Sam Merlotte asked his her.
Darla placed the shot glass down on to the bar, and Lafayette poured her another shot of vodka. He shook his head at Sam's question. As if to tell him that it was a very bad idea to ask her anything at the moment. But Sam tilted his head, as he looked deep into her face, for any sign of an expression.
She took the shot and again made the same face as before. Repeating the motions, she placed it down and Lafayette refilled it.
Darla looked at Lafayette, and then to Sam. Her golden eyes seemed to have lost all glow. Then she looked down, sighed and then started to talk.
"There comes a time when love does not conquer all, and that it simply makes you weaker as a person. So I feel as though I have learned the hard way that this rule stands firm. Always. But like every normal human, I have had to learn this and many other lessons the hard way. And like the saying "Where there stands a heartless person, there stood someone who once cared too much.". So from this night forward I, Darla Von Loengrin, will no longer wear my heart on my sleeve. And will look at everyone who comes into my life from now on as a threat." Indifference laced her voice as she spoke.
"Darla, I-" Sam started to talk, when Darla raised her hand to interrupt him.
"I swear to fuck Merlotte if you tell me 'I told you so' I will punch you in the fucking throat." Sam knew she would never hurt him. But he also had never seen her like this. Darla was a very kind and gentle person. But tonight it seems that, that Darla was no where to be found.
"I wasn't going to say that, Dar. But you need to tell me what happened. Okay?" Sam looked at her, sympathy played all over his face. She knew he meant her no harm, and he tried to smile. But she didn't feel like she could talk about it just yet. So she sighed, and asked the only thing she could get out.
"Can I stay until you lock up?" She traced her finger around the rim on the shot glass. Not looking at either man when she spoke.
"Of course Dar." Lafayette said as he poured himself a shot.
"Stay as long as you need to. Do you want me to call anyone?" Sam asked her.
"No. He wouldn't answer." Darla was clearly trying to hold back tears at that point. Both men knew she was at her breaking point. And it hurt them both to watch her like this. And they both had a general idea of what had happened. And HE was the main source of her disheveled look, and her breaking heart.