A/N: This is in response to At A Venture's Weekly One-Shot Challenge:

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This week's theme:

"Gravedigger, when you dig my grave, could you make it shallow so that I can feel the rain?"

I normally do not enjoy the wailings of what passes for music in these modern times; however, Sookie did not seem to enjoy some of the more, unique, music I had grown accustomed to. I endeavored, therefore, to become more conversant in the music she enjoys.

As I drove home that night, I switched the channel to one of Shreveport's more popular stations. I found myself tapping the steering wheel in time to the music, while picturing Sookie dancing to some of the songs. A few minutes later my attention was caught by the lyrics of a somewhat haunting song.

Muriel Stonewall

1903 to 1954

She lost both of her babies in the second great war

Now you should never have to watch

Your only children lowered in the ground

I mean you should never have to bury your own babies

The words struck a chord with me. I had not watched my children lowered into the ground. That was done in the daylight, however, I know what it is to bury your own babies. I turned up the volume. I try not to dwell on my mortal life, on my time before Lorena. At some time or another, however, every vampire has to bury those they loved. Mine are just outside my house.

I felt a shudder run through me. I do not often sleep in the ground. Sometimes, however, I get a sort of sixth sense. A feeling that perhaps, despite all my precautions, my resting place is just not secure. The day Malcolm and my other friends were killed was such a day.

I was already feeling uneasy, but Sookie's message made me more so. I dug in, next to my family, in my own "grave." I did not dig very deep, although it was deep enough not to feel the rain. And it rained that night.

I was roused from my sleep by her shouting. I dug out from the ground, feeling the rain as it sluiced off some of the red, clay-like dirt from my naked body. She stood there in the rain, her dress clinging seductively to all her curves, but I could see something was very wrong.

As it was, I was having a bit of trouble controlling myself around her at that moment. Relatively young vampires like me tend to awaken hungry. Seeing her like that, the rain running over her skin, molding her clothing to her body so that everything was enhanced, well, let's just say if I was a few years younger she may never have gotten a chance to tell me her news.

When she did, rage collided with hunger and the lust she naturally instills in me, and it was everything I could do not to attack her. My

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The song ended and, the jarring voice of the disc jockey brought me back from my reverie. I felt my cock straining against my pants. I turned around and headed to Merlotte's. I needed to see her, to feel her, to taste her.

Gravedigger, when you dig my grave, could you make it shallow so that I can feel the rain?