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Sookie Stackhouse lay on her bed, staring at the shadows dancing on the ceiling. There wasn't much light out that night; the moon had hidden its self away, almost as if it too was mourning the loss of Bill. No. She must not say that. Bill was not gone, he was just… missing. Lost. Almost as lost as she was.
She found it difficult not to blame herself. Had she stayed with him; said yes to his proposal immediately, he might still be with her. Sometimes Sookie even had to ask herself if he had chosen to leave. Maybe he had seen that tiny speck of doubt in her eye. Maybe he had realised her true feelings. Maybe he felt how confused she was.
But confusion means nothing. All couples get confused about their true emotions. All people develop feelings for someone they know they should not. It wasn't her fault that she had been gullible enough to drink from Eric. Silly her for believing there was more to him. Surely Bill had known that she would never leave him for Eric Northman of all people. Perhaps this was all Eric's fault. Sookie had considered this notion ever since she had realised Bill was missing. She liked to consider this as a possibility, but the truth was that she had no one else to blame but herself, and she knew it.
Eric. That was another problem altogether. Ever since their trip to Dallas, Sookie had being feeling unusually fond of him. Perhaps it was the blood bond that he had so slyly tricked her into creating. All logic suggested that this was the case, that her feelings of comfort, love… and lust were out of her control. Yet Sookie still doubted this. She still chose to believe that she was to blame for these feelings, that it was her own mind that was creating these fantasies or them being together. Sookie was tearing herself apart inside because she refused to admit that she was feeling the full force of a blood bond with a vampire as old as Eric. That was why Bill left. The thought echoed throughout her mind. Silly little fangbanger. She knew it wasn't true. No one had fed from her but Bill.
Maybe Bill was taken by force. Kidnapped. Ha. The idea was laughable. Things like that didn't happen in Bon Temp. Sure, the quiet town had its fair share of vampires, shifters, murders and telepaths, but not kidnappers. There was nobody worth kidnapping here. Who would want to take Bill? Who would shatter her life like this?
Getting up from the bed, Sookie went to look in the mirror. Her golden hair had lost its healthy glow, and had faded to a dull straw colour. Her usually radiant skin had lost its brilliance and the trademark twinkle in her eye had vanished completely. Her face felt taut from the endless stream of tears. She had been reduced to a pathetic mess, and what Sookie hated the most about this was that she hadn't done this to herself. A man had done it to her. Not even a man- a monster. Sookie never usually agreed with judging an entire species by one example, but she was so depressed and furious with what she had been reduced to, that she made an exception.
Life without Bill had been hollow and pointless. Sookie's life now consisted of work and tears. Sometimes when she cried she felt as though she could feel Bill trying to comfort her, but the fact that he wasn't actually there to do it made her heart ache even more. She also knew that Bill would be able to feel her pain, her desperation. She even cried for an entire week, non-stop. When he did not return then she came to two conclusions.
One: he was dead and could not return to save her from her misery. Or two: he simply did not care. Sookie sometimes wondered if her hesitation when he proposed had led him to believe that she did not love him. She was unsure which conclusion wounded her more. As she contemplated this, her thoughts were interrupted by a loud hammering at the front door. As it was well past midnight, Sookie armed her self with a shotgun and cautiously descended the staircase.