Second Chance by PersianFreak
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Charlaine Harris. Please don't sue.
Rating: T
A/N: Set after FDtW. I was always a fan of Bill, and I'm still undecided as to who is meant to be with Sookie, douchebaggery aside. This is my B/S fanfic; my very first one. It's a really short chapter, but I'm just trying to see how it will be received. Please review if you want me to continue, because as of yet, I quiet honestly don't know if I will. Regardless, enjoy
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"I know you're out there, Bill," I sighed. I was sitting on my porch steps on my night off from Merlotte's, wrapped in a blanket and watching the way the moon bleached my gravel and listening to the whisper of the trees. The familiar figure emerged from the line of trees and I smiled a little. "I thought I told you to stop sneaking around my house." He looked abashed, a look that was unfamiliar on Bill's face.
"I decided to go for a walk," he explained smoothly, "I wasn't particularly paying attention to where I was going."
"Ah," I nodded with a hint of a smile, "Of course you wouldn't." His eyes met mine, seeing the look on my face and he hesitated. "Would you like to join me or did you have somewhere else you wanted to haunt?" He shot me another uncertain look but settled himself down beside me on the porch steps. We sat there, comfortable in a way that only comes with the intimacy we had shared without having to utter a single word.
"How are you dealing with the take-over?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"I don't have to adjust to as much as some," Bill answered coolly, "and besides, this is not something that is new to me; there have been take-overs for as long as there have been kings and queens." We lapsed into silence once more; me nodding in understanding: that made sense. Bill was only an investigator, his position mostly untouched by the change in regimes, not like Eric, whose affairs would be altered entirely thanks to the new king.
"Hey, Bill?" He turned to me, his fathomless eyes at contrast with his pale visage. "There's something that I need to know. That I probably should have asked before, but I just... didn't want to, I guess." I chuckled insufficiently. He continued to regard me carefully in his way; not prompting me with words but rather waiting until I was ready. "Was there another reason why you were going to leave me for Lorena, other than the fact that she threatened to hurt me?" The words tumbled out, not quite conveying what I really wanted to know, but they would have to do.
"Such as?"
"Did you love her?" I asked, my voice sounding small and pathetic even to my own ears.
"No." his response was firm and without hesitation, "Would I have dreamed of leaving you had she not forced me? Again, no."
"Then why did you sleep with her?" Again with the miserable tone in my voice.
"I don't know, Sookie," he admitted quietly.
"That's not good enough and you know it."
"I do," he surveyed the trees absently, "Lorena and I... we, uh, had a lot of chemistry. That mixed with the fact that she was my maker..."
"Stop." I held up my hand; hearing about the chemistry he shared with Lorena was too much. "I killed her." I snapped callously.
"That you did." he looked amused.
"Do you blame me?" I asked, not in a way that said I expected him to, but rather in a way that showed he better not.
"I would have done the same thing, Sookie," his face was sombre, "You just beat me to it." I nodded curtly.
"You said you would do anything to lie with me again." I said quietly and felt him tense in surprise.
"Yes," I nodded and got up, heading into my house and closing the door behind me, leaving a baffled vampire on my front porch.