Time to try something new. While I was working on OTS this came to me. I've watched True Blood since the beginning. I love it, and wanted to do something for it but never thought of anything until now, naturally mixing what I don't know with what I do to make it easier. I wasn't really happy with the ending of the show, but that's besides the point. This takes place around the time Willa trades information for her freedom from Eric and leaves, through wherever she goes until she comes back for Sookie's family gathering, and then after that. So basically, this takes place after the show. I liked Willa, and figured that if I was going to try out something I haven't done I might as well start with a character I liked plus one that isn't as well known as the others so I don't mess them up too bad if I fail. I'm still unsure if my portrayal of her is any good, but, I tried. Fair warning, I've challenged myself once again, this time to write short chapters. It may be a little disappointing considering you're all used to my long chapters and One Shots, but don't worry, because I plan on updating every other day to combat that. You're welcome. For anyone who hasn't watched True Blood, well, you can still enjoy this anyway, I'm sure. Watching the show really only helps with knowing the characters and terms used. The story line of the show is barely touched upon. Other than that, you're good. As always, music helps me write so I played around with lyrics that loosely tie in with each chapter. Heck, even the title is a named after a song by Depeche Mode. Ok, I think I've talked enough. Enjoy!
Bring night, bring the night on
Bring a little bit of dance, bring a little bit of song, yeah
Bring night, bring the night on
I'm not sure I can wait and this day has felt so long, yeah
Bring night, bring the night on
The music cuts into me and I know it can't be wrong, yeah
Bring night, bring the night on
'Cuz all that we are after is a little bit of fun, yeah
,~V~,
I really wish I didn't drink so damn much after the show. My band and I had been traveling the past three months now. We're halfway through the US heading towards the east coast where we'll end the tour in New York. Currently I was who-the-fuck knew where after a great concert and the following after party. I teetered on unbalanced feet and leaned against our bus, trying to clear my vision. I wondered briefly if I should have checked in with my band before wandering off but I'd only be in the bus if they decided to go looking for me. So, with a sloppy shrug, I hauled myself inside and flopped down on my favorite couch. I was aware that it was almost morning. We had rocked all day and partied all night, as we usually did. I was fucking tired and I needed to sleep. I let out a pitiful groan, already hating the hangover I knew I would have the next day, and then let myself spiral into a restless sleep. My dreams were a blur and I jolted awake a long time later than I was expecting. I must have really hit the booze hard because it was already getting dark when I looked out the tinted tour bus windows. I ran a hand over my face and dragged myself to the cabinet to grab some painkillers and a bottle of water. As I popped the pills in my mouth and took a swig of water I thought back to the sound that woke me up. It sounded like-
"Holy shit!" I cursed out loud when my thoughts were interrupted by a bloodcurdling scream that seemed to echo followed by highly entertained raucous laughter. Yeah, that sounded like the scream that woke me up. The laughter was new though. I chugged the rest of the water, tossed the bottle aside, and made sure I still had my scissors hidden in an inside pocket of my leather jacket. I pushed off the counter I was leaning on and jumped out of the bus. The grand house, owned by some rich dude who offered it to us so that we, along with our fans, could party, was dead silent now. I had a hard time believing everyone went home so fast. They were most likely passed out everywhere. I carefully made my way through the discarded trash, cans, and bottles then up to the front door, which was open. I entered and looked around, my eyes adjusting slowly. I walked through the large entrance room to the living room and froze when several bodies came into my vision. I was thankful for the dim and flickering lights because from what I could see it looked like a slaughter house. My heart rate skyrocketed as I took a step back but I froze in place when my eyes caught sight of the backyard through the sliding glass door. I ran over and shoved it open then skid to a stop to see more dead bodies scattered throughout the yard.
"What the fuck," I whispered, gritting my teeth and gripping my scissors tightly. There were more bodies outside, some floating in the pool and coloring the water red. I almost screamed when I saw my band mates splayed out in the grass. My breathing was heavily by now and I was wired enough to run for the bus. Hopefully that meant safety. I ran out the side gate and turned left but skid over gravel to a stop when three pairs of predatory eyes caught sight of me. They were hunched over a torn body and blood dripped from their faces. The safety of the bus sat behind them. Oh shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I ran for it, tripping around the corner of the house, planning to run around the long way to get to the bus. Soon I was passing two cars which housed some of the surviving victims of the slaughter. They were injured and hid between the cars but they called to me when I passed by.
"Get the fuck out of here dumbasses!" I yelled back at them before continuing to run. I cringed when their pleas turned into screams. I pushed myself faster even though I was starting to slow down. I could hear it behind me. It could move faster than that if it really wanted to but it was playing with me. They had been around long enough for me to know what they could and couldn't do, what made them flourish and what killed them for good. I had to admit I had a certain interest in them but I wasn't about to go making friends with them either like most of the world was trying to do. They think they'll all stop hunting with the help of New Blood but I knew that was a load of shit. They were made to hunt, to kill, to consume. And here was a pack that did just that. Synthetic blood wasn't as fun as the thrill of the chase. I was human and I understood that. I gasped out a relieved breath when I saw the bus. I put on the brakes at the last minute and ended up colliding with the door but I soon had a hold of the handle. I moved to yank it open when a force collided into me. I hit the ground hard, landing on my back. Constricting cold hands threaded into my hair and yanked so that my throat was exposed.
"You're almost as pale as us little beauty," the vampire taunted. His fangs slid out with a growl and then they were buried in my neck. I cried out at the pain and frantically tried to think of a way to escape before I was drained dry when I remembered my scissors. They were specially made in case I ever ran into a situation like this. I jammed them deep in the vampire's side and smoke rose from the burning flesh and into the air. He screamed and reared back so I took advantage and kicked him off me. I scrambled over the loose graveled ground until I was on my feet again. I hastily ran straight to the wooden fence where I had made note of a cracked panel the night before. I always made sure I was prepared. It wasn't my first fight for survival after all. I pocketed my scissors and reached out to grab the panel when fangs met my shoulder and tore. I bit my tongue in shock and pain but latched onto the panel, smashing my foot into it so that I could wrench it free.
I elbowed my attacker in the gut to buy myself some time. It released me with a snarl and I spun around to smack it upside the head with the flat side then nail it in the chest. God I hated what came next. It exploded on the spot, sending a splatter of blood in all directions. I stood there panting heavily before forcing my legs to take me to the bus. I almost made it too but I must have lost too much blood by now because I was having a hard time doing anything besides closing my eyes. Everything was getting dark and my body started to shut down. I dropped the wooden panel then I was suddenly on my knees. My vision was swimming, but before I collapsed I saw a slender silhouette approach me. I tried to put on a threatening expression but I was spent and I was sure I didn't look like much of a threat. I fell over onto the rocky ground and let my ragged breath blow dust and dirt away from my face.
"They're gone. Let me help you," a soft female voice spoke to me. I only managed a groan in return. Gentle hands pushed me over so that I was looking into a blurred out face. Somehow I knew the expression was sympathetic.
"L-leave me alone…Go away," I spat out laboriously. A chuckle weaved through the air.
"You aren't helping yourself with an attitude like that, rock star," she responded, a hand holding my chin to turn my head this way and that, probably assessing the damage. I weakly smacked at her hand and she complied, removing it.
"H-how…?" I tried to ask.
"How do I know who you are? Please, I may be a vampire but I still keep up with human things too," she replied. At the word vampire I got my second wind. I scurried to push away from her but the shifting ground under me made it hard. I cut up my hands and fell back flat on the ground, wasting the rest of my energy on nothing. I sucked in a pained breath and squeezed my eyes closed.
"Hey, calm down. If I wanted to kill you I would have already," she stated, moving so that she was leaning over me again. I whimpered at the pain my body was in and opened my eyes to try and focus on her. Her pale face, soft hazel gaze, and slight smile all translated a compassionate and caring disposition. She didn't look dangerous at all, but what the fuck did I know?
"Y-you're a…" I began, but she finished.
"A vampire. Yes, but not like the ones that killed these people and attacked you. I want to help. Will you let me?" she explained. My vision began shitting out on me again so I nodded, gritting my teeth at the pain that simple movement caused. She reached out and gathered me in her arms, supporting my head with a hand behind it. The other brushed aside my hair. A finger traced around the bite already at my neck then moved my shirt and jacket collar aside to examine the other bite at my shoulder, a strange look burning in her eyes. Then, her fangs were out and I was sure I would be done for. I closed my eyes just as she bit into me. I grabbed at her tightly and tried to stay conscious but I was quickly blacking out. When my hands lost strength to fall slack at my sides and my mind was trying too hard to stay alert, she pulled back and bit into her own wrist.
"Here. Drink," she insisted. I turned away when she brought her bloody arm to my lips.
"Let me save you," she whispered, her voice alone coaxing me to accept her offer. I eventually opened my mouth and she brought the wound to my lips. The taste hit me hard and I wanted to pull away but she kept it pressed to my mouth so that I was forced to consume a fair bit. When she deemed it enough she pulled away. My eyes slid shut but I was aware of being picked up and held in her arms. I fell in and out of consciousness but I knew she was taking me somewhere. Eventually I was set down on grass while I listened to her shift something around. The smell of dirt and soil permeated the air and then she was picking me up again. She laid me down in dirt this time and then sat next to me.
"What am I doing? Ugh, I can't really be considering this am I?" she spoke to no one. I doubted she was talking to me. Hopefully not, because in my state, I already forgot what she said. I was so fucking tired. By the time I started slipping away I thought I felt something gritty and heavy fall over my legs. I couldn't really tell what it was because I finally surrendered and fell under.
,~TB~,