2: his woman
Three years. Three years since she was last seen. Three years since she rejected him, and three years since he tired to hate her and curse her existence but failed. Perhaps she just left. Left the life she knew, the people she knew, and traded that life for another. Maybe it was his fault, or maybe he pushed her with his behavior when she rejected him. Maybe she just couldn't take it anymore. He'll reject him too for the way he acted.
He still loved her. That spit fire of a woman. He knew she was different the first time he met her. Sunny, bright dress in a bar of desperate fools and hopeless idiots; excluding him, of course. Always willing to announce how she feels, caring for things that can kill her. God, she smelled devine. Her skin, when he remembered it, smelled like the sun, something he thought he will never feel or see again. Her blood was sweet; the purest thing he ever had. He was addicted to every part of her and she wanted no part of him. His little fairy. Or so he thought before she ripped his heart out and left it on the floor to bleed.
He still loved her. She saved him in a way. He's addicted to her. He always will be, and where ever she was, she still held power over him. his little spitfire. His little fairy. His sunshine. His little Sookie and boy, was he addicted.