It was the first time Sam really talked to Bill, the first time he actually had an excuse to speak with him. For some reason he had always thought the vampire didn't care about anyone other than Sookie, but as Bill told him his plan it proved him wrong, Bill Compton did have a heart, even if it wasn't beating. The shapeshifter listened as Bill suggested that he actually allow himself to be stabbed during the ritual and that he'd help him by causing a diversion before feeding him his blood to heal him. He was flattered that Bill was willing to help him if he himself was willing to risk his life, it showed that the vampire cared at least a bit for him, at least he hoped so. Then came the part where Sam turns into a bull and kills the maenad. That sounded crazy, he had barely even gotten a glimpse of a bull in his lifetime, he wasn't very confident in his ability to shift into one. He expressed this worry to Bill.
"Everythin will be fine, I'll make sure you get through this, don't worry," Bill had said.
Well, Sam had allowed those words to calm him, they were reassuring, but in the moment, when he was bleeding out, he wasn't so sure. There was definitely something about Bill that made him feel safe, but not really at this time if he were to be honest, he was dying, and there was currently a group of people between him and the vampire. He knew he should have had more faith in the other man, but it really wasn't that easy, not when he felt his life slipping away.
Suddenly, just when he thought he was going to leave his body, he felt a gust of wind rush by him and he was pulled away from the spot in which he had been held. He was being carried swiftly by strong arms, and soon he was set gently down onto the ground. Letting his vision focus Sam saw Bill leaning over him, almost glowing in the moonlight, and he was so grateful. He offered a lazy smile of gratitude as he watched the vampire bite his own wrist; his eyes then widened a bit in anticipation when Bill lowered his wrist down to his mouth. Sam had never drank from a vampire before, never even had a drop if V in his life, so when the blood hit his tongue it was like he had tasted honey for the first time, it was sweet, and rich, and thick, and, within a moment of drinking it, he was addicted.
Bill hadn't expected him to drink so much, but it was understandable so he allowed him to have his fill, even though they really didn't have much time. Looking down he watched as the shifter clutched at his arm and sucked, it felt so good and it took great effort for him not to get too caught up in the moment; someone drinking from a vampire was always a euphoric experience for both members.
It was a strange sensation, drinking from someone's body and feeling your own heal at an incredible rate, feeling like you're a broken being that's getting put back together again. It was really like he almost couldn't get enough, he kept drinking and drinking, and he didn't know when, or how, to stop. Luckily Bill was aware enough to pull away, "That's enough..." he said smoothly as he took his wrist back.
Sam licked his lips and groaned lightly, not happy that the delicious blood was being taken away from him. But soon he came to his senses and realized he had to carry through with the plan. Now fully healed he sat up and caught Bill's gaze for a moment, feeling like he should say something, but he knew time was running out and there was always later to give thanks. So, standing up, a bit unsteadily, he gave an awkward nod and half smile and walked in the direction of the maenad, feeling a tad self conscious.
As Sam walked away Bill tried his best to advert his eyes but he found himself stealing glances at the shifter despite his efforts. He had felt some kind of surge go through his body at the feeling of Sam drinking from him; he didn't know what it was, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know, but he had felt it, and it made him want more.