Sookie
"Oh my God," I screamed. I started hyperventilating, crying out of control. I had just killed Bill. There he was, in the middle of the lounge. Well, he wasn't really there, just a pool of red gooey substance. But the weird and sort of fucked up thing, is that I didn't feel remorse. I didn't feel at all upset, or broken-hearted. I just felt unbelievably scared. What in God's name am I supposed to do now? I was panicking. This was pretty damn bad. Gran didn't raise me up to be a murderer at all. Then I thought of Gran's dead body in the kitchen. Blood everywhere. Stained cupboards, blood-flooded linoleum flooring and her limp body sprawled out on the floor. My stomach heaved and I threw up a whiskey-bile mixture. Great, now I have to clean sick and dead vampire, I thought. I needed to clean this all up, every last drop of blood. But then i noticed, the wood was going to be blood stained. I quickly looked at all the furniture, and it too was sprayed with blood. "Oh for the love of Jesus," I cried out.
What was I supposed to do? How was I going to replace everything? The chairs, the couch, the flooring, even the wallpaper was drenched with Bill's blood. I wiped my forehead and saw blood smeared all over my fingers. "Fuck," I said under my breath. I could always try and find some Fellowship of the Sun followers who did decorating? I always wanted a carpet for the lounge, as well. Surely they would be almost ecstatic that a 'spawn of Satan' would be destroyed. It's worth a shot I guessed.
I filled a bucket with piping-hot water and bleach. I grabbed a sponge, the trash can, a scrubbing brush, a mop and some rubber gloves. My mind flashed with images of Gran on the floor again. I shook my head, thinking that if I did the images would just fade away.
After some intense scrubbing, they did. The remains of vampires, I find, are extraordinarily strange. They're sticky and stretchy, like chewing gum. It's exceptionally hard to get it off your skin. The trash was filled with the remnants of Bill, the water in the bucket was dyed red and the scrubbing brush..well let's not describe what that looked like.
I dried the floor with a towel and inspected it. The wood was already stained darkly with the wood-tint, so the blood didn't show up as much as I thought it would, but then again, I'd rather be safe than sorry and pay a few bucks to get the whole room refurbished. I liked change, anyway. I decided to get some sleep and go into Shreveport later in search of a Vampire-hating decorator. I strode upstairs, my hands and arms sore from the labour. I was pretty tired aswell, after all it was 4:30am. I decided to have a shower and trash the clothes I was wearing, I didn't want any evidence.
I went into the bathroom and turned the handle on the shower. Tiny water droplets sprayed onto my skin and it made me feel refreshed and more at ease. I got out a fresh towel, it smelt of camomile. I closed the door, stripped off my clothes and hopped in the shower. The hot water made my muscles contract and I instantly felt relaxed and less stressed. I shampooed and conditioned my hair twice (just to make sure all the blood got out) and shower gelled my body pretty thoroughly. I got out of the shower, wrapped the towel around me and combed my hair. I looked at myself in the mirror, and thought to myself, how could someone like me be so capable of such a horrible action? It was confusing, for I had never thought I had it in me to kill someone. Maybe it was because I have never hated someone as much as I had hated Bill. I felt no love for Bill anymore, I didn't feel guilty at all. It was his own fault for doing this to me. What comes around, comes back around.
I opened the door from the bathroom back into my bedroom. "Hello, Sookie," A voice grinned. I screamed at the top of my lungs. A tall, pale faced man was sat on the end of my bed. He had perfectly combed blond hair. He wore a grey low v-neck shirt (which I must say showed off his gorgeous collarbones) and black skinny jeans. Eric.
"Why the hell are you here, Eric?" I gasped, immediately trying to cover up as much exposed skin as possible with the towel.
"Just thought I'd drop in," he smiled. I have to say, normally I'm not intimidated by vampires, but Eric was an exception.
"In the entire time I've known you, Eric, you have never dropped in," I said, annoyed by his arrogant presence.
"Did you get my tape?" He completely ignored my remark. I felt a lump in my throat, like a ball of wax or something like that. I gulped it back down.
"Yes"
"And..?"
"Bill came round, we argued, talked it over, he dismissed me and then he left," I lied. I couldn't tell him the truth, he'd probably rip my whole spinal cord out and eat it for breakfast. Bill and Eric weren't exactly the best of buddies, but they did have each other's backs. Eric raised his eyebrows.
"He..dismissed you, now?"
"Yes, yes he did. But don't get any ideas, Eric, that I will give into you. I am not yours," I said sternly. He raised both his hands in the air.
"Whoa whoa, I wasn't suggesting anything now, Miss Stackhouse," he smiled.
"It's nearing dawn, Eric, you'll get the bleeds". I didn't even care if he got the bleeds I just wanted him out of my house. He hummed in response, eyeing me up. He stared intently at my lips.
"Why are you awake at this time anyway, Sookie?" He said. He was being serious. I hesitated.
"Well, you know..I'm not the type of girl who likes to argue. I get all tense. So I ate a little ice cream and had a nice long shower after Bill left," I lied again. He would be dumb as a doorknob if he believed me. He laughed.
"Okay, then. Sweet dreams, Sookie," he smiled, before swiftly gliding out of my room and out the front door at vampire-speed. It made my hair swoosh ever so slightly.