A Jessica/Hoyt One-Shot based on 2x11 and The season finale promo
I do not own True Blood, but I do crave it.
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Crave.
Heels click on the floor as she strides into the bar; once again all eyes are on her as she makes her way to a table. She tries not to think about the last time this happened, it's been a week since they met and a day since he never wanted to see her again (or so she assumed).
Losing all control she fled from Bon Temp, too distressed to think clearly and too hungry to trust herself (plus Sookie had her own problems, Bill didn't care… there was no reason to stick around anymore). Ending up in Shreveport, her home town, she could easily hang around the bars, picking up pathetic men for a meal (she didn't even have to glamour them). One of the advantages of her sheltered human life she would muse was the fact that she could roam around in the night and no-one would recognise her. She's craving something in particular, but she's not sure what.
The man she drank from last night had satisfied her hunger somewhat, but there was something else missing. The short red dress she stole offsets her alabaster skin and soon enough she's found another meal for the night. He's flirting with her and she's having trouble concentrating on what he's saying. Soon enough he's showing her his truck, she's straddling his lap and then she lunges, pushing him back against the driver's seat and her fangs tearing into his neck. All of a sudden she stops and pulls back, the smell of timber, sweat, earth and aftershave is hitting her nostrils, not the same smell she is so used to but a cheaper, nastier version of. It is enough though, to remind her, to scream through her senses and slap her into realisation.
She's remembering two nights ago, the truck has pulled up outside the old Compton place and she's still sobbing, frantically trying to wipe the blood from her eyes. He's parked the car and leaned over to her, softy smearing the bloodied tears away from her eyes and pulling her over, into his embrace. Whispering reassurance into her hair she's clutching his shirt collar and inhaling deeply, losing herself in him. Slowly she raises her head and captures him in a deep kiss. The longer the kiss, the rougher they become before sure enough he cuts his lip on her fang. She can taste him, it's heavenly and she wants more. That's when they hear the hysterical laughter and screams coming from the bushes and everything goes awry…
The truck driver wakes eventually, dazed and confused… and alone.
Back in Bon Temp, she sits in the tree outside his house, close enough to feel him, but still so far that she can't help but cry.
She craves him.