Eric was surprised to see her back in Fangtasia so soon. He was sitting in his usual seat, the 'throne' and overseeing the activities of the club. It was obvious whenever Persephone entered the building, as the other vampires, sensing her age and power, turned their heads in her direction. Jessica, who was sitting on the steps by Eric's feet, was momentarily distracted by this occurrence, before returning to her brooding; something caused by Eric's decision to keep her from moving around the club by her own free will. Eric was just glad she had stopped whining, if only for a moment.

A young man approached Persephone, hoping to try his luck, only to be ignored completely.

"Hey bitch, what's wrong? Wrong blood type?," he mocked.

Eric would have thrown the man out of the club at the very least, but he enjoyed watching her fight. It was one of the few things that still amused him. And she did not disappoint.
Soon to leave for Dallas, Persephone would be back in a nest of vampires, a place where her true nature was more likely to come out. Why not reconnect with that now?

She turned back to the man now, frightening him with her expression of malice. He knew instantly he had picked the wrong vampire to play with. Then to his surprise, she smiled sweetly. From his seat nearby, Eric also smiled, but his was one of knowing; she was toying with her prey.

"Unfortunately, you aren't my type, but you're in luck. I have a friend who would love you."
With a glance over at Jessica, Persephone led the unsuspecting victim to his fate.

"Jessica?"

The young girl looked up, willing any form of entertainment to find its way to her. She saw the eager young man and her fangs sprang out. She was yet to learn how to control this reaction, but it didn't matter; the man's smile did not falter.

"You look bored my dear. I've told this young man that you would be eager to meet him."

She pushed him towards her and Jessica grabbed his hand and practically skipped out the back towards Eric's office. Persephone slowly put her head back and sighed. She glanced over at Eric and brought her head back to its usual position.

"What brings you to my fine establishment?"

"I've come to say goodbye, actually."

He frowned slightly, obviously disappointed.

"So soon?"

"I miss home," she replied.

"You miss Godric."

She smiled, "You could come to see us. He would like to see you again."

"I will," he promised, "Till vi möta igen."

She nodded and he stood, approaching her. They gazed at each other for a moment, and, as hugging was not really a custom amongst vampires, settled for nods of mutual understanding.

"Ja , till då. Jag lov du med min älska."

He watched her leave and, much like Sam, wished he could think of something to say that would keep her with him. Jessica walked up behind him, her mouth covered in blood. She wiped at it with the back of her hand.

"Where'd she go? I was gonna thank her for the free meal."

Eric glanced back at the girl with irritation. It was time to give her back to her maker. There was only so much he and Pam could take of this girl.

"Pam!," he called to her. She looked over from her position by the door. "Låta oss ta den här källa av min växandet agitationen rygg till dess tillverkaren."

"You know, it's rude to talk in another language in front of someone who doesn't understand what you're saying," Jessica told him.

"Come," he told her, "We're leaving."

"Where are we going?" she asked stubbornly, the perfect image of a teenager.

"You will stop asking questions and do as I say!" he told her sharply. With a pout and a growl of annoyance, she followed Eric and Pam out of Fangtasia and in the direction of Bill's house.

Ironically, it had also been where Persephone was heading. She and Bill sat in his living room for the second time in as many nights, discussing her decision to leave. He was one of the few people she could share her feelings with without feeling judged. He was a good friend.

"Will you be returning to Bon Temps any time in the future?"

"To visit, of course," she smiled.

"Not for any other reason?" he asked, referring to Sam.

"To use a phrase of the humans; I think that ship sailed a long time ago."

"When do you plan on leaving?"

"In a day or two. I have a few things to get in order first. I think I'll retain ownership of the house. I may return someday. Otherwise, I'm just about ready to go. I might visit a few more people, just to let them know, though Sam may have already done so."

There was a brief knock at the door, before it opened. Bill turned and was surprised to see Jessica, dressed in very inappropriate attire, standing before him looking quite unhappy with her situation.

"Hi daddy," she said bitterly, taking a seat beside Persephone who she had now decided she liked due to the blood gift from earlier. Eric and Pam entered the living room moments later. Eric looked at Persephone sitting on the couch before redirecting his attention to Bill, who had just gotten to is feet.

"What's this all about?" Bill asked.

"There are favors," Eric replied, "and then there are favors."

Bill waited for further explanation. He soon received it from Pam.

"She is extremely annoying."

Jessica shot her a look of dislike and crossed her arms.

"We're leaving her with you. I can't really stand to have her around anymore. Have fun," Eric smiled, then turned to leave. He looked back at Persephone one last time before exiting the house. They heard Pam say something to him in another language that caused them both to laugh. Bill didn't understand what had had been said, and Jessica wasn't even paying attention. Persephone had heard, though, and was now frowning with disapproval.

"So," Jessica finally said, breaking the growing silence, "Who's good to eat around here?"

Moments later, Bill took Persephone aside. "I hate to ask this, but do you mind hanging around for a couple more days? I think I may need help with this one." He nodded towards Jessica, who was sitting in a very unlady-like position on the couch.

"I'm sure I can manage that," Persephone agreed, "but I really do need to leave in a few days time."

"Of course," Bill replied. She could sense his relief in the fact that he wouldn't be dealing with this brat on his own.

"I need to return to my own house now, though. Let her settle in and make sure she doesn't leave the house," she instructed, turning to leave, "Oh, and Bill? Be firm with her. They're much like a new pet; you need to assert yourself as the dominant vampire before you can gain her respect."

Bill smiled a little at this comparison, but the display of amusement was short lived as he turned back to face the mad creature of his own making.

Persephone sat in the kitchen of her home, the only source of light coming from a single candle, and reflected on her mental list of things she had to do. She wanted to say goodbye to Lafayette, Terry, and Sookie, but not on this night. She knew that Lafayette would have the following evening off, and that Terry would be working. She would visit the former and ask him to bid farewell to the latter man for her. Sookie was an altogether different question. If she was still angry at Bill, it was likely that she wouldn't want to see another vampire that might remind her of him. Perhaps she could also put this off until tomorrow. All she knew for certain was that she would avoid, by any means necessary, returning to Merlotte's again.

With a sigh, she blew out the candle, being able to see perfectly well in the dark, and decided to return to her place of rest at an earlier time than usual. Lying down in the dark space, her mind travelled back to the night she and Eric had lain together here. It made her wish he were with her at that very moment, but she quelled this feeling, knowing very well that if he sensed it, even for a moment, he would be by her side in an instant.

A/N: The other language I've used in this is Swedish. Feel free to use a translator to find out what it says.