The fire had consumed me and I had lost all sense of humanity, my promise to remain hidden and protect my identity had all been destroyed as flames engulfed me. Rage controlled me knowing that the vampire known as Bill still walked this earth; the vampire who had killed my family many years ago.
"So where is he now?" Everyone in Bon Temps loved to talk, I discovered this two hours ago when I had first strolled in.
"Well I overheard Sookie and as usual, they were talking about vampires and all that nonsense. If you're looking for Bill I'd guess Fangtasia that nasty vampire club down in Shreveport. You're not an ex-girlfriend are you?" The pretty red-head continued, ignoring all other customers.
I would find this Fangtasia and I would see Bill dead in the dirt, for good. "Something like that." I smile back at the chatty waitress, "this Sookie, is she a vampire too?"
Arlene let out a sigh "Thank the Lord no, but who knows what that girl is, she ain't normal, I can tell you that. So why do you need to talk to Bill anyway?"
"Just some unfinished business we need to settle. Just boring stuff." I would kill him! I would set him alight and watch his body burn. "Thank you, you have been very helpful." Smiling I make my way outside Merlotte's before she can ask any more questions, I have a job to finish.
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"You got I.D?" The bored blonde asks, rolling her eyes at every passerby.
"Can I find Bill Crompton here?" The words brought rage to my heart.
"You got I.D?" She repeats holding her hand out flat. "And you mean Bill Compton?"
I whip out my license handing it over to the woman who stands in the way of Bill's fate. The music inside blasting through the doors as a drunken couple stammer out into the open air.
The blood in my veins boiling.
"Anna...Vike, not seen your pretty face around here before. What brings you to Fangtasia this evening?" She asks continuing to stare at my photo with uncertainty.
"Meeting some friends inside-"
"Bill Compton?" She interrupts.
"Yes."
She hands back my card and I am granted entry, "welcome Miss Vike." The blonde says, the sarcasm clearly dripping from each word.
Immediately my ears are met with the loud banging and beating of heavy metal, music that my heart could scream to as I began my search for Bill. The dark red walls would be splattered with Bill's stolen blood, which in this darkly-lit club would surely go unnoticed.
"Hi there babe you smell good." A voice growls as I shove through the dancing crowd, I had only one purpose in Bon Temps, nothing else mattered anymore.
He was nowhere to be seen, the photo scrunched in my back pocket was the only identification I had of this past-human, the first time I met this Bill would also be the last.
Anger floods me as I am forced to swerve through crowds of vampires and humans who attempt to dance to the beat of the music, until I find a clearing in the corner of the room.
Women dressed in corsets and tank tops line up near the front of the club, waiting to step onto the stage. They catch my interest, what are they waiting for? My answer is met as one shrieks with happiness before stumbling onto the small stage, a man with short blonde hair occupying what looks like a throne. A throne in a club...what arrogance.
Minutes barely pass as a young blonde woman stalks up to the throne, her heated words with the throne-holder unheard over the music. My heart stops, Bill Crompton dashes to the stage with an unnatural speed pulling back the blonde woman, I reach for the crumpled photograph double-checking. When I killed, it would be no mistake: it would be Bill.
It was him! My thoughts devoured by the sound of a crackling fire and the screams of the dead I make my way to the vampire Bill. Originally I would destroy this vampire out of public view but closing up on him from him behind and seeing him so alive was destroying any sense I had left.
"Vampire Bill!" I shout over the music, he turns slowly to face me. Those murderous eyes meet mine and the fire is taking over.
Screams fill the air as the queue of girls suddenly dispersed, running in fear and hopefully towards safety. Fire bursts from my clenching knuckles and hurls itself towards the vampire, one after the other. I hear people scream his name as he falls to the ground, burning.
"BILL?" The blonde wails as she crouches beside the burning body.
"Move" I ask blankly, "I said move!"
"I will not let you hurt Bill." She takes guard in front of her burning friend.
No more warnings, fire erupts from my hand ready to destroy any in my path. "Not in my club." A familiar voice says from behind me, water suddenly poured over me and the flame in my hand distinguished.
I turn, furious. The woman from the door holds a now empty bucket. She vanishes from view for a second before her fangs pierce my neck. The bucket hits the ground and I quickly follow.