Sookie
As we pulled into the driveway, I suddenly realized that we couldn't enter this man's home uninvited, but Eric said not to worry. He simply rang the doorbell and when the man answered, Eric glamored him. Eric asked his name and looked to me for confirmation that this was indeed the right man. He said only his first name—Amos, but I knew without a doubt that he was the one because I was bombarded with loud violent thoughts that made me feel like my head would explode.
Eric and I stepped into the living room and Eric released Amos from his gaze. Amos seemed to kind of snap back to the present and I read loud and clear, It's the woman from the diner with the little blond boy John. I saw disgusting images of John as well as another little boy flash through his mind. Holy fuck. Who's the big motherfucker. How the fuck did they get in here. They're both vampires. Fuck. Fuck. He was so loud, I had to put my hands over my ears. I felt overwhelmed and sat directly on the floor thinking I might lose my balance and fall if I didn't sit down. I saw the man start to run towards the back of the house, but Eric was on him in a vampire flash and had him suspended in mid air by the neck. Amos continued to spew loud panicked thoughts in his head and I stood to face him as I smelled the urine running down his pants leg.
Eric was holding him by the back of the neck and so I reached up and put my hand on his throat under his chin. Eric let go and I tightened my grip as Amos gasped for air.
"How many?" With my hand on him, the images were clear and sharp. The first face was John's. Then there was a rapid succession of five more little terrified faces before I saw John's again. His mind continued to scroll through the same six faces while he choked and sputtered, eyes bulging in terror as he looked at me. Once I felt confident that I had the faces memorized, I squeezed a little tighter and made a tiny flick of my wrist. I felt and heard a small pop and his thoughts went blank even as his eyes continued to stare. I watched the life go out of them and his scent changed. The fresh silence was a relief. I opened my fingers and his lifeless body slumped to the floor.
I looked to Eric and he seemed to be waiting for me to say something. I honestly didn't know what to say and so I just held my hand out and led him to the car. Once we were on the main road back to Knoxville, I finally spoke. "I'm hungry."
"Do you want to go back?"
"No. God no. Just a bottle when we get back to the hotel. Is that okay?"
"Of course, love. Whatever you want."
We both had a bottle as we got ready for bed. Once I was snuggled up to him, I started to cry. He just held me and let me ruin his t-shirt with bloody tears. "I don't feel any better. I thought I'd feel better."
"I'm sorry, love. Don't worry now. We'll talk about it tomorrow. Just rest, my love."
I felt his kisses on the top of my head and then there was nothing.