Sam and I sat in my truck on the way back from the hospital. It had taken the doctors in the emergency room two hours to examine Sam. They had done a few tests and determined that he had a few broken ribs and a concussion. I couldn't help but watch as they put some white tape around Sam's ribs. It's not my fault the man has a nice body! Before we left they gave him an ice pack and some pain medication.

I looked over at Sam. His body was turned towards the passanger window. He had barely said anything to me the whole trip and it was starting to bother me. So I pulled the car over to the side of the road and shut the engine off. Sam finally turned in my direction giving me a quizzical look.

"Is there something wrong with the car?" He asked, expecting that to be the only logical explanation for why I would pull over.

"No"

"Then why..."

"Why did you kiss me earlier?" I sorta blurted out. It seemed to be the best place to start. The whole incident had been on my mind all night.

"Because I like you."

"How long have you liked me?"

"For a while now."

"So you made a move tonight because?"

"Because I didn't want to see some other guy all over you let alone a vamp!"

"First, Godric wasn't all over me and second, you're saying that you wouldn't have made a move if I didn't have a date with Godric tonight?"

"I don't know...I guess..."

"Well do you understand what you did to me tonight? You put me in a completely akward situation! You don't wait till the woman you like has a date with someone else to tell her you have feelings for her! ANd here I was thinking you were a southern gentleman!

"Fine, whatever. Can you just bring me home because I am in NO mood to deal with your insults about my character when I'm FUCKING CONCUSSED!" I didn't say another word. I just started the engine and drove to Sam's as fast as possible.

Once he exited my truck and shut the door I was gone. I know I should have helped him into his trailer and got him settled but I couldn't stand being with Sam Merlotte for one more goddam second. I cussed under my breath at the events of the night. How did a night of complete perfection go downhill so fast. I couldn't wait to get home and just relax. But little did I know that this night was just about to get ten times worse.

I was 5 minutes away from my house. I turned the corner and my headlights flashed across what seemed to be a man in the middle in a yellow shirt weilding a machine gun. I quickly swerved out of the way and into the yard of non other than Jason Stackhouse. Jason had been away for a few weeks so hopefully I could fix up his yard before his return. While I was overwhelmed by the ideas of getting Jason's yard fixed I hadn't realized that my brake had jammed. As I yanked on the emergency brake my truck smashed into a tree. Because I was leaning forward my head bounced of the steering wheel and made the horn honk that loud obnoxious noise. My head slumped down back onto the steering wheel making the noise sound again but I couldn't muster enough strengh to move.

Suddenly my car door opened and gloved hands grabbed me roughly pulling me from my truck. I tried to plea with my captors but it just came out in small whispers. I must have gotten whiplash or something. I stopped when I realized it was useless. If I wasted my energy now then I wouldn't have enough to fight back later. Plus, I could feel a deep sleep starting to wash over me. I fought it as much as I could but I knew it was inevitable. The gloved person placed me in the back of a white van just as I was dosing off. The last thing I saw was a face I would know anywhere.

"Sookie..." was the last thing I said before everything went black.