The Harvest Has Begun

by WickedEternalGame

Always considered an enemy, for once she is an old friend. He had first glimpsed her at Fangtasia, then in Dallas, and later in Merlottes, but brushed it off as a figment.How could she be here, she died over 2 centuries ago?With a fiery vengeance nobody thought her capable of, she is about to wreak some serious havoc.Rattle those coffins,sharpens those knives bitches, cause Im back

It started off completely innocent. In fact, I was not even aware of what had transpired… until it became painfully clear. And now, as I slowly made my way towards the edge of the bridge, I felt something, that could only be described as… frigid sorrow seep into my core. I would claim my soul wept, but I basked in the knowledge that I did not possess such a burden, for it would have surely withered and died in this moment.

As my emerald orbs searched the unrelenting river below in disbelief, the image of the past few seconds permanently seared into my very being, and I collapsed to my knees. Disgusted at such weakness, my head bowed in defeat as the denial slowly permeated, leaving me in the cruelest, most excruciatingly agonizing torment.

I had just killed the one person that… meant to me more than any words, any being, any worldly possession, any action.

Why?

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As soon as the thought emerged through her grief warped mind, she froze, looking to any outsider a formidable statue. And I watched as clarity broke free of its chains, a slap in the face, as her lips parted. In calm, carefully placed words, she expressed the one thing she absolutely knew to be true, a deep significance that could not be overshadowed, a mantra she knew to be hers, an utterance that would forever haunt.

"You will reap what you sow."

And with that final manifesto, she flew into the stars, tortured by the capacity to realize that she would never truly reach her destination, yet vengeance remained as strong on her breath as the whiskey I drank now.

I emptied the flask, unfazed by the burning of it down my throat, for I reckoned that the inferno that marred her was much greater than mine, and wept a single tear, not for her loss, but for the poor beasts that would attempt to subdue her, for the harvest had begun.

A/N: PLEASE review, feedback I much appreciated, no matter how harsh ;). I know this chapter was a bit slow, but it is just a PROLOGUE, so bear with me. Let's just say that much is in store for our creepy stalker, bridge girl, and the unfortunate dwellers of Bon Temp. I am aware that I can be a bit dramatic and excessive, so please inform me if I am rambling, or if what I have written is senseless. I am eager to begin devising the dynamic relationships with the characters of the HBO masterpiece that is True Blood. 'Till next time, rattle those coffins and sharpen those knives.

~SMSP