They were gone. Gone. The three of them were gone, having left her with scowls and a warning.
He was here. Here. Russell Edgington was above the ground and here on earth and in her drunken stupor she smiled lazily.
It hit her, just hit her, how easy it would be to finally fix everything. The broken, trampled, bleeding hearts, beating and non-beating, that had just fixed her with resentful eyes. How she could clear her mind and the lives of others.
It was true. So true. What Lafayette had said. She brought death upon the people she touched, the people she loved foolishly and who foolishly were stupid enough to love her.
Bad timing, she had always thought. The clock ticked and she thought how she could finally save them all.
She stumbled forward, ever so slightly forward, to the threshold of her house. (Eric's house? Gran's house? Who's house was it anymore?)
The alcohol made her brave (stupid?) oh, so brave. No longer the coward she was when she tried to be righteous.
The wind carried her whisper. Whisper. This was the way to go. To fix things. Help them, help herself, and finally save them instead of killing them.
Lafayette had been right. So right. She brought upon death.
But he was wrong. Oh so wrong. Because, she thought, she was no angel.
Just a fucking fairy.
"Russell Edgington, won't you please come in?"
It took a moment. No more than a moment for the summer heat and Louisiana humidity to carry the words across molecules and particles to the root of evil.
She knew he would feel it, because he would always feel her. He hated her so much she knew he would do anything to simply know.
Seconds. Mere seconds. She was kneeling, his vicious, grotesque hands at her throat.
"What's the catch, sweetheart?"
She giggled, on the urge of laughing and throwing up the contents of her stomach.
"Make it as painful and quick as you can," she murmured.
His smile was cruel.
They felt it in their blood and as Bill screamed Eric ran.
Backwards. Backwards until he saw the heart on the floor, the blood on the door, and all he knew was that Bill and him were cradling heads and hearts, and all they heard was laughing and screaming.
It was all mixed up and horrible and if they knew this was what she had wanted they would have said "Fucking Sookie" and locked her up.