12 days before it happened.
"Sookie," Bill said with his rich, classic accent. Sookie spun round on her heels, feeling smitten by Bill as ever. He gave a slight smirk as he walked over to her. He stood infront of her, she yearned for his kiss, his touch..his bite. He softly stroked her cheek, onto her neck. He felt the blood pulsate through her arteries. God, did he want to taste her blood right now. She shook her head, smiling.
"Not now, mister! I've got work, and you've got to pay for that Tru Blood" she smiled.
"I thought you couldn't hear my thoughts?" Bill looked up, smiling but slightly confused at the same time.
"Oh come on, you're not going to be stroking my neck and think about what lovely pigmentation my skin has, are you?"
"Well I must have to say, Sookie, your tan is exceptionally golden"
"Oh, shut up and let me do my job. You better be tipping me!" she joked, before going to another table and cleaning it.
Sookie had entered a relationship with Bill Compton, Bon Temps' only vampire. Yes, she had been taunted with the nicknames 'fangbanger' and other derogatory names for humans that sexually interacted with vampires. She didn't really care, she was in love. Bill was polite, protective and loving. Despite the stereotypical thoughts that vampires were incapable of emotions, especially love, Sookie knew he loved her. However, it had never occurred to Sookie that Bill maybe only after her for her highly delectable faerie blood. And that, sadly, was the truth.
Sookie worked as a waitress in Merlottes, a bar and grill in Bon Temps. It was owned by Sam Merlotte, a close acquaintance of Sookie. The pair of them had previously been a short-lived relationship when Sookie first started working at Merlottes, but both of them deny it out of embarrassment. Sookie's best friend also worked at Merlottes as a barmaid. Tara found it hard to have a grounded job, she either quit or got fired. But, because Sam was a close friend, she had kept the job for a few month, a new record for her.
Sookie took an order up to the kitchen and clipped it up. "Oh my Lord Jesus, if Terry doesn't come into work tomorrow I swear I'm going to shove a rack of spare ribs up his motherfucking ass, these orders are piling up" Lafayette complained. Lafayette was Tara's cousin, and the chef at Merlottes. Terry, was also a chef working there, but he had been sick for the past couple of days. Sookie rolled her eyesand left Lafayette to his duties.
"Shift's over, you wanna go?" she said.
"I think you already know the answer for that," Bill winked, before climbing out his booth, chucking some dollar bills on the table.
"Hey where's my tip?" she laughed. Bill rolled his eyes and smiled slightly, he knew she was being sarcastic.
8 days before it happened.
"Sook?" Jason cleared his throat. Jason was Sookie's older brother, he was a road crew supervisor. He was also notorious for having the constant desire for sexual encounters with women. However, Jason was sensitive and very loyal to his loved ones, especially Sookie.
"Yeah, what?" Sookie looked up from the television. She was curled up on the couch, cocooned in a blanket.
"Bill's here," he said. Jason had always disapproved of Bill and Sookie's relationship. He would always lecture Sookie on the possibility that Bill could kill her, but she was oblivious and didn't care. She was in deep love.
Sookie got up from the sofa, Jason huffed and went out the door. "Good night Jason," Sookie said, she was getting frustrated by the fact that Jason has never shown manners to Bill. "God damn it, he's so darn rude!" Sookie complained, falling into Bill's arms.
"It's fine, Sookie. It is hard for him, I sure would be a little apprehensive if my little sister was in a relationship with someone who's only source of food was human blood. It's only natural for him," Bill reassured. Sookie let out a sigh.
"Eric is on my trail again" Bill muttered. Eric was Vampire Sheriff of Area 5, Bon Temps happened to be situated in Area 5. Bill and Eric always had a slightly strained 'relationship', you might call it. They were more like close acquaintances who knew much about each other.
"Why is that?" Sookie said, sitting down and wrapping herself in the blanket next to Bill. He draped his arm over her and she rested her head under his shoulder.
"He will not give up on trying to make you his. Despite you are already mine"
"Oi! You know I don't like being somebody's whatever. You don't own me!"
"Forgive me"
"Why does he even want me?"
"Because he believes there is something different about you, he doesn't know what but he thinks if he tastes your blood, or makes you his, he will find out what you are and why it makes you so desirable"
"Well I can just read people's thoughts, he knows that. I'm a telepath"
"I know, and I have told him that but he just will not listen. He thinks there's more to you". Bill kissed her head, stroking her hair with his thumb. Both of them had the complete opposite appearances. Sookie was sunkissed, blonde and had deep brown eyes. However Bill was as pale as a sheet, had icy blue eyes and dark hair. "I must not lie though, Sookie. Your blood is delicious"
"Oh, please. It doesn't matter to me it's not as if I drink it". Bill laughed. His laugh caused vibrations through his body, flowing into Sookie's.
However, at that very moment, it occurred to Sookie. The main subject of their conversations was Sookie's blood. Either how delectable it was, or how strangely addictive it seemed. It's all they ever talked about. Was Bill really only using Sookie for her blood?