Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the books or True Blood. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Author's Note: Now that the finale has happened, I'm going to have to majorly deviate from the TB storyline in future chapters.
Chapter 21
Bill was watching Sookie sleep. If she looked like she was having a disturbing dream, he planned on waking her. Godric's blood was a huge mistake. So was Eric's.
Nan was on television again, defending vampires. Russell Edgington was hardly alone in his views. Bill wondered if other vampires were going to copy him and start showing up at television studios.
There was a subdued knock on the door. Bill's eyes went to it, and he turned off the television. He suspected it was someone that could sense that Sookie was asleep inside. It was Eric, rather than his maker.
"How did you find us?" Bill asked, opening the door.
"Oh, it's really not that hard," Eric admitted. He then said lowly, "I know what Sookie is."
Bill immediately suspected Sophie-Anne. Only the two of them had suspected based on Hadley's stories, before Bill came to Bon Temps. Since then, Bill had confirmed it, and when the time was right, the plan had been he would bring Sookie to New Orleans.
Eric took a step back to invite Bill outside to discuss it. He could not enter without an invitation from someone living. Bill followed and they walked from the house.
"So is it true, that Sookie's blood lets you walk in the sunlight?"
Bill's mouth dropped open, and Eric saw. "So Sophie-Anne never even told you why she sent you for Sookie."
Trying to think fast, Bill knew that Sophie-Anne would not have revealed so much to Eric, when she did not even tell him. "I returned to Bon Temps because it is my ancestral home."
"Spare me your lies. I'll just find out on my own."
"Sookie is mine."
"No, she is not. You said to me she is not yours less than a week ago. Sookie also entered into an agreement with Heimdall renouncing you at that time. Besides, how can Sookie be yours if you end up dead? Russell Edgington has not forgotten you." Slowly, Eric asked once more, "Is it true?"
"No, the blood works for a few minutes, if that. Then you burn, it's slower than you would do without it. But you still burn."
"That's going to disappoint Sophie-Anne."
"Well, I will die the true death before I let her get her hands on Sookie. Or anyone else for that matter," Bill threatened.
"Russell will come for her."
"Well, you should know since your now his butt boy."
"No longer. I killed Talbot."
"That's why he went medieval on T.V.," Bill said in sudden realization. What the hell was Eric doing? Was he really so stuck in his Viking mind set? "Well, thanks Eric. You just put our cause back a thousand years." It was not quite so satisfying as his previous insult to insinuate, "He must be after you for that." Then Bill sobered, "Why are you even here?"
"I'm trying to save Sookie."
"Oh, give me a break. You don't care about Sookie. You left us in Russell's house to die. What is the fucking truth for once?"
Hearing the tentative steps approaching, Eric got into Bill's face and in a loud enough snarling whisper asked, "The truth? Why don't you tell Sookie the fucking truth?" He added, "If you really love her."
"What truth?" Sookie asked.
Bill said calmly, "The truth about what you are, which I've already told you."
"Why are you here?" Sookie asked, barring her first impulse to ask about Godric and Eric hunting fairies to extinction. "To pretend you care about my safety so you can sell me out to Russell again, or is it the Queen this time?"
Surprised that Bill told Sookie anything, Eric did not let that show, and asked Sookie, "Do you really believe he is trustworthy?"
"All I know is I sure as hell can't trust you. And now that I know what I am, and what you want from me, I can promise that you will never get it."
"Well, do what you want," Eric replied. She really was so blind. Why did Sookie think she could keep any vampire from taking it? Bill drained her, and yet she still trusted him. "I won't be around much longer anyway."
Sookie jerked in surprise. Eric sounded … defeated. What the fuck?
Eric had started walking away, but then turned back slightly to say, "I wish you the best, Sookie Stackhouse." He then left at a vampire's speed.
She glanced at Bill and asked, "Is Heimdall dead?"
"We did not discuss him."
They went back to Jason's house, and a short while later, Jason came home with Tara and found the two of them there.
Jason pulled back against the door, "Jesus." He did not want vampire Bill in his house. Sookie had to have invited him in. What the fuck was she doing with him? "What...?"
"What happened?" Sookie asked, looking at them. Their clothes had blood all over them.
"There was a fight at Merlotte's."
"Jason-"
"I don't want to talk about it. How the hell did you guys get in here?"
"The key on the sill," Sookie answered. "Is it okay I stay here a couple days?"
"You in some kind of trouble again?"
Tara, who had not taken her eyes off Bill since she came in, asked, "What did you do to her now?"
"Tara-"
"It's all right," Bill said.
"It's not all right," Sookie contradicted. She told Jason, "I have a few werewolves after me, and a vampire-"
Jason turned away, saying, "Jesus."
"And now they're coming here?" Tara demanded. "Great. Thanks. Why is it wherever he goes, trouble follows?"
Bill said, "It's almost dawn." He moved towards Sookie and the door, and Tara backed off, not turning her back on him. He said to Sookie, "Don't worry about it. I'll go to ground nearby." Both Jason and Tara noticed he took her hand and gave her a kiss, before indicating he wanted Jason to follow him outside.
As Bill went through the door, Sookie followed Tara, saying, "Tara May, I know you've been through a lot-"
"Don't, Sook. You're my best friend, and I love you, but no matter what you say, I'm staying the fuck away from all of them."
"So what … it's you or Bill now?"
Tara could not believe Sookie, after everything that Bill Compton did. "I'm doing whatever I gotta do to survive, unlike you. I can't help it. I wish them all dead for good."
Affronted, Sookie said, "You're talking about the man I love."
"He's not a man. They're monsters. And Bill ain't any different than the rest of them. He may be worse, even other vampires know he's toxic. They tie you up, and duct tape you, so you can't scream, they kidnap you, rape you, try to turn you."
"That's what Franklin did to you?"
"And the man you love, didn't lift a finger to save me, and believe me I begged him. By then, I wasn't too proud to beg."
Sookie threw her arms around Tara. She couldn't believe this of Bill.
Jason slammed the door as he came back in, muttering as he checked over his shotgun, "Mother fucker."
"What?"
"Who does he think he is almost killing you, then having werewolves coming after you now? Bill Compton better hope I don't find him out there, or I'm gonna dig his lily-white ass up and give him a sunburn he'll never forget."
"He's only trying to protect me, Jason."
"So he can eat ya again? Why ain't … whatever Godric's name is, here? He can kick ass, and I don't have to worry about him deciding we look like a box of Little Debbie's from the Dollar General."
"His name's Heimdall now, and I don't know where he is. He ain't superman y'know. He's got weaknesses."
"Who?" Tara asked.
"The one that saved Sookie's life at the hospital. He's the best vampire you know, Sook. At least he tries to talk it out, rather than popping his fangs and making threats. On top of that, he ain't interested in eating people."
"You don't know that, Jason. If he was hurt bad, he might."
"Who fuckin' cares?" Tara said. "If he's one of them, he's tricked you, Jason."
"Tara, you're gonna have to take that back. I've seen him deal with Steve Newlin, and get a whole bunch of other vamps to back down."
"Get the fuck out of here," Tara said. What vampire would have a discussion with Steve Newlin? Especially that little shit that came by the hospital.
"Uh uh, Newlin got so angry with him that he tried to blow him up. Now there's some evil shit there," Jason said, thinking of Luke.
"Jason, you hardly know 'im, and he can't take on the vampire that's after me, because he's even older and stronger."
His mouth dropped open in surprise, then Jason yelled, "What the fuck is wrong with Bill Compton? He had to go lookin' for some shit like that? What … he thinkin' of usin' someone strong to hurt uh... Heimdall? What the fuck do you see in that … hater? What the fuck did Godric ever do to him? It was me that asked him to fix ya, after Bill left you like an empty juice box. I might just dig up my whole yard."
"Jason, get a hold of yourself."
"You got some kind of man crush on that vampire boy, Jason?" Tara asked. "He said himself he wasn't even close to human."
"I tell ya what, Tara. I ain't so keen on vampires or werewolves or Bigfoot or whatever else is running around in my town, but I do know that when Maryann was having y'all all weird, that that vampire freed ya, and he didn't ask for anything in return … I think. And y'know I may be gullible and trustin' to a point, but when he talks, I think it's from his heart. Lot closer to the heart, than that damned Steve Newlin with his hairstylist, make up person, and T.V. camera. And Bill Compton, he's a no good, lying piece of shit, who invites stronger vampires to fight his fights and come after my sister. You can call it a man crush, but if I was captain and pickin' people to be on my team, and I was thinkin' of winnin' … hell yeah, I'd pick him."
Sookie raised an eyebrow in her brother's direction and made a face. Whatever Bill said to him out of the porch got Jason worked up into … she hadn't seen him this way since the Fellowship and when he got back here and stormed off to Merlotte's. This might be worse. Why the hell was Bill provoking her brother? Jason was almost all Sookie had left, and sad to say, a lot more dependable than her cousin, Hadley.
When she saw Eric perched on the back of the couch looking down at her, Sookie knew she must have gone to sleep and this was a dream. To assert that belief, she said, "I know this is a dream."
"You might as well enjoy it then."
"Will your blood ever wear off?" Sookie asked in aggravation. "I'm tired of dreaming about you."
"It's not just the blood. You know you have feelings for me."
"Ewe," Sookie responded in disgust, as Eric descended towards her.
He kissed her on the lips, with a hand resting on the back of her neck. He voiced what she felt, "You know you like this." Eric then kissed her neck, and said, "And this." Pulling back, and looking at her, he said, "You know you can't trust Bill. That's not my blood talking. It's your survival instinct."
Sookie reared back and asked, "Where's Heimdall?"
An eyebrow quirked and Eric asked, "You'd rather dream about him?"
"No, I'm worried that I have not seen him."
Eric's face canted to the side, and he said, "That is not how these dreams work, Sookie."
"If he's dead, would I stop dreaming of him?"
Realization crossed Eric's face, and he said, "You'll certainly get your wish to be free of us soon enough, Miss Stackhouse. You are definitely blood thirsty enough to be a vampire to wish us both dead."
Sookie sat up. What the hell did Eric mean by that? He said he wouldn't be around for much longer, and now this. She hoped it was not a huge mistake, but she was going to Fangtasia to find out.
Eric was in the middle of thinking when Sookie barged into his office, wearing the same clothes he had seen her in the previous night.
"She insisted," Pam said, on Sookie's heels.
Emotionless, Eric responded, "She always does." He signaled to Pam to leave, and she did.
Sookie did not waste time, and asked, "What did you mean that you're not going to be around much longer?"
"Don't pretend you care about me. This is about Bill. Deep down you know you shouldn't trust him."
"Okay, tell me why."
Eric stood, and moved to directly in front of her, edging into her personal space, and leaning over her with his superior height. "Now here's the truth. There are forces even beyond my control. If I meet the true death without having at least kissed you, Sookie Stackhouse, that would be my biggest regret."
"Why does it sound like you're saying good-bye to me?"
"Because I am," he lowly replied, before boldly making the move both of them craved. He kissed her, and it felt familiar to Sookie as he put his hand on the back of her neck. She momentarily tried to stop him, but then gave up. It was like the dreams. Eric from the dreams. Oh no.
She got her mouth away from his, and said, "Okay, I get it. I'm irresistible, and intoxicating, but keeping that from me does not exactly help your cause."
"Keeping it …? I have not kissed you before, Sookie."
"Tell me why I shouldn't trust Bill."
Pam entered, placed her hands on her hips, and stood expectantly.
"What?" Eric asked.
"Blah, blah, vampire emergency, blah."
Eric looked at Pam, then gave Sookie a glance before following his progeny from his office.
He approached Pam in the bar with the soft warning, "This better be good."
"You're too busy signing wills, and making out with the solution, instead of using her."
"There isn't any way to use her. It won't work."
Pam emphasized, "We know Russell wants her. Give her to him to save your own skin."
"No."
"He's gonna get her anyway, sooner or later."
"No, I won't do that to her."
"You're choosing a human over yourself, Eric," Pam said, becoming distraught. "Over me."
"Your lack of sentiment has always been your most admirable quality. Do not disappoint me now."
Retaining the pretense, Pam explained, "You would have said and done anything to save Godric. What about Heimdall? He'll die with you. You know that. I have no interest in inheriting your farm on Ørland. That place is a windy shithole. If you're not going to give him Sookie, at least figure out how to use her, and fast."
Eric returned to his office after thinking things through and talking to Heimdall on the phone. He could still feel something gnawing away at his maker, but the emotion was not clear. Something was odd because Heimdall refined his idea, rather than objecting to the possible damage or death of Sookie, and even made the offhand comment that Sookie was worse than human.
Although part fairy, Eric did not see her as non-human. What had she said to Heimdall at the hospital? Sookie had been mad at him for tricking her into imbibing his blood, but Heimdall was inclined to let her die, rather than share his. Eric was used to her insults and her pretense at being disgusted with him, but something she did wounded his maker. He thought briefly about them having sex, but discarded that. Heimdall could have easily avoided tracking Sookie to the hospital, if he was displeased with her as early as then.
"Where the hell have you been?" Sookie demanded.
"I needed to think."
"I'm not some kind of prisoner you can lock up any time you feel like taking off."
"Actually, you are," Eric admitted, and scooped Sookie up, carrying her off over his shoulder while she screamed.
She yelled, "Let me go," and pawed at the items on the storage shelves. Sending breakables to the floor.
Sookie continued kicking and screaming, and grew more frantic as Eric took her down the stairs to the basement of Fangtasia. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted you."
"You were right."
"Let me go," she demanded again.
Eric dropped her on the floor, and put a metal collar around her neck, locking it. Ignoring her growls, he climbed the steps, leaving her alone.
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Jason could not find Sookie anywhere, and she had not come back as she promised in her note. He had gone home again to see if she was there. She wasn't even answering her cell phone.
Instead of Sookie, he ended up with Bill Compton barging in, and getting all up in his face, demanding, "Where is she?"
"She ain't with you? I've been looking everywhere, man. She's not answering her phone. Nothing. She left a note," Jason said holding it up.
Bill yelled at him, "You have let me down. And now ..."
Who let who down? Jason gave Bill a push, and exclaimed, "Jesus, fuck! Just shut your fuckin' mouth. And get out of my house." Bill looked abashed, and Jason gloated, "Yeah, Sookie told me how that works. I take back whatever invitation you got to come inside my fuckin' house."
Bill backed out through the door, and Jason slammed it shut, yelling, "Motherfucker," through it at the vampire that drained his sister, and kept insisting he loved her, while he kept her under his spell or whatever. Jason hoped someone staked his ass.
Looking around Sookie's house, Bill knew something was wrong. Why couldn't he feel Sookie the way he usually did? Did Godric do something when he gave her his blood? What deal he made should not have worked, because words should not be powerful enough to cut the bond between them. Finally, he felt something. Sookie was in trouble … to the west, but even then, Bill could not get a clear sense of how far. It could be right across the cemetery at his home, or even Texas … or Shreveport.
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Sookie was not sure if she had fallen asleep or not. She didn't think she had. It wasn't exactly comfortable down here. It was concrete, with puddles and the lighting was dim. She had no way of telling the time because her phone was in her purse, which she hadn't grabbed when Eric slung her over her shoulder.
Something was different though. Heimdall was crouched a few feet in front of her, with a plastic bag in front of his sandaled feet and bare shins.
"You're alive," she said.
He looked pained as he replied, "I have heard that witticism before, Miss Stackhouse." Heimdall picked up the bag and gave it a slight toss in her direction. He then backed up more, and resumed his crouch.
"What's this?"
"Food. I will not be able to get you any more during the day."
"Aren't you goin' to let me free?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"You reneged on our agreement."
"What?"
"You returned to Bill Compton."
"I needed someone to protect me. Where were you?"
"Watching."
"You watched, and didn't do anything?"
"I did not have an invitation to enter your home, so I could not reach in through that open bedroom window, drag your off your lying lover by your blond hair, drain your naked body on the roof, and toss you from there to the ground, Miss Stackhouse. I can drain you now though."
"That's not funny."
"I am not joking."
Sookie did not have time to give a retort because he was on her. Heimdall was not gentle as he pulled her t-shirt up, and she futilely tried to stop him. He forced her onto her back, and she felt him bite into the flesh above her bra.
"Stop," she cried. Sookie could feel Heimdall sucking the life out of her. He was quick.
"Bill ..." she sighed, and felt Heimdall snarl against her. He lifted his head, letting her see his bloody fangs and bit his own lip, before pressing it against hers.
She tried to say, "No."
"You'll need it. Later, Russell, and perhaps Eric, will drain you. My blood will replace what I have just taken, and keep it replenishing quickly for the next couple of days. Act like you are near death when either of them feed in great quantity from you. Eric knows I am doing this, but will not act like it."
"Why are you doing this?"
"You broke your promise, and what Eric plans is dangerous. Russell may not care if he takes too much."
"But what about you?"
"Me? Stop being a blind jackass. I am not your enemy. Russell Edgington wants you. Eric and I are the two oldest vampires in the area. Do not go blurting out any advantage we have, especially to that blackmailing traitor, Bill Compton. He will try to enter into a new bargain, while betraying everyone else around him, including you, in case you forgave him for doing it in Jackson. He led Edgington right to that werewolf's apartment, when he realized Eric gave you someplace to hide nearby."
"But aren't you going to help me?"
"Listen, you annoying fairy human hybrid that was apparently born without ears that hear. This is bigger than your pathetic mortal life, and your horrible decision making. Any one of us can kill you, but the least you can do is be somewhat cooperative because I'm sure at some point your precious Bill Compton's name will rise to the top of Russell Edgington's list. He did betray him. It's just that Eric caused such a major diversion that Mississippi wants the Viking's fangs first. Why do you think he left your house the other night? Did Bill Compton strut back inside, claiming he overpowered him? You are incredibly imbecilic. It was Eric's sacrifice, you fluff-covered, gullible bloodbag. You are truly so stupid, you deserve to die with that deceitful maggot's name on your lips."
The fire door at the top of the steps clanged, and a pair of high heels attached to tight blue jeans descended. Sookie could not make out much since the thoughts were in another language. At least it was someone human. She looked and saw that Heimdall had disappeared. Sookie fixed her shirt.
It was Yvetta, Eric's dancer from Estonia. She ran over saying, "Quick. I help."
"I thought you were on Eric's team."
"Him? Big, blond, stupid … I hate," Yvetta declared, trying some keys on Sookie's lock.
"Me too. He's a snaky, two-faced, son of a bitch."
"Bastard, and bitch, Pam, and Eric's little eunuch boy that comes like a girl."
"Oh shit, Heimdall's around here somewhere."
"Pam upstairs. When she beat, take care of sissy boy."
"You're preaching to the choir. Get me out of this hole," Sookie said as the collar was removed from her neck. She ran over to the rack of chains and grabbed one, hoping it was silver.
The two of them ran up the stairs. Sookie found Bill upstairs fighting with Pam. Both of them were crying out, so neither had a clear upper hand. Bill was down now, so Sookie ran over, throwing the chain around Pam's neck.
Pam's cry sounded from a couple tables away, as Sookie found herself jostled and Bill as her victim. Two hands were over hers, not allowing her to release the chain, as a familiar voice said in her ear, "You never listen to what I tell you. Do you, Miss Stackhouse?"
"Now why would she go doing something like that?" Pam asked, stalking back over. Her throat already healing. "Sookie Stackhouse knows everything because she hangs on Bill Compton's every word."
There was a yell, and Yvetta jumped on Heimdall from behind, clawing at his eyes and pulling at his hair.
Pam laughed, "What is that Estonian flea trying to do?"
Sookie's hands were being crushed as Heimdall kept a tight choke hold on Bill. Ignoring Yvetta, he agreed, "That's right, Pam. He knows exactly what darling Sophie-Anne decided to share with him. If I didn't know better, it would look like Miss Stackhouse has trapped the Queen's procurer, rather than the other way around. It must be yet another devious plan of his to let Miss Stackhouse thinks she gets a say in things."
"Stop it," Sookie urged.
"Yes, Yvetta, you're going to break a nail."
Yvetta pushed the vampire, resulting in her moving back, rather than Heimdall going anywhere, and she spat at him, "Castrati. Not even becoming vampire could grow you a pair of balls."
Sookie saw Pam's eyebrows momentarily quirk, but became distracted as she listened to Heimdall, "I already heard you downstairs talking about me with Miss Stackhouse, Yvetta. If you are angry at Eric, why do you continue to harp about me?"
"You disgust me. All of you. Eric's little freak boy that he sleeps with."
Sookie felt movement behind her, but her hands were not released. There was the sound of something heavy hitting the floor.
"So, now that it's just us," Pam asked, "now what?"
"Yvetta needs to be killed. Miss Stackhouse decided to test if I was serious about mentioning me to no one."
"What?" Sookie asked, not believing that he'd do that.
"Besides the girl talk about how inadequate the two of you find me sexually, you also told Yvetta I was hiding nearby. Do you also laugh about me with Bill Compton? While he was reunited with his maker and old lover in Jackson, you were using any means necessary, including seduction, to have me escort you to Mississippi to rescue him."
Heimdall released one hand, letting the chain whip away from Bill's throat. He fell to the floor between Sookie and Pam. Pam gave him another shot of colloidal silver to the face for good measure. A good investment, even if overpriced. For so little money, she derived so much enjoyment.
Sookie was pulled out of the way by the hand still holding the chain, while yelling along with Bill's pain, and Heimdall's foot lifted high to be over Bill's head, coming down in a savage axe kick. Bill was flattened with a crunching sound.
"Bill!"
"Hm, I thought he'd be tougher than that. Pam, did you hear, that Bill Compton drove Russell Edgington away from Miss Stackhouse's house?"
"My little brother undoubtedly got him with a lucky shot than," Pam said, looking at the blood pooling underneath the crushed head.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Heimdall?"
"I do not like deceptive fairy kind nor vampires, Miss Stackhouse."
He released her hand, and it was so numb, she dropped the chain, rather than trying to use it on Pam or Heimdall.
"Why, 'cause you and Eric hunt them to extinction?"
"Only the ones that cross over to this realm. Any of them are fair game. They never come for altruistic reasons. Where do you think your heritage came from? One of your ancestors was either tricked or raped."
"What do you mean cross over?"
"Fairies do not live here. This is their hunting ground."
"So there's fairies still alive?"
"Yes, why are you so thick? This is their Six Flags over Texas. They visit, but don't live here."
"Can we get back to business?" Pam insisted. "Eric's gone to try to lure Russell here."
"If not, he'll come without Eric," Heimdall said.
"Yes," Pam agreed. "Now, what does little Sookie plan to do?"
"She does not need a tongue to get drained," Heimdall speculated.
"Can't we talk about this?" Sookie asked with a glance to Bill. His crushed head starting to get put back together.
"Why? You've already proved you'll say or do anything to hinder us, Miss Stackhouse."
"I get your point. Okay?"
"No, it is not okay."
"Listen, breather, you don't have a choice," Pam explained. Heimdall was getting dangerously personal. "Russell Edgington wants you. Sophie-Anne and her lackey, Bill Compton, gave up your secret to everyone in an effort to save their own asses. Bill's job was to enthrall you, get you so totally under his influence that you couldn't remember your own brother's name, and bring you to her so she could feast on you to walk in daylight. Unlike them, we aren't so interested in seeing the sun again. Television's fine. However … now this is where ya got to start payin' attention, cupcake … you may have noticed Russell Edgington is close to unstoppable. We need to trick him to have any chance at stopping him. You follow?"
"Some of it," Sookie said.
"Russell needs to drink your blood in a great enough quantity to think he can become a day walker. If your lover, Bill Compton, can remember his lines, rather than thinking this is yet another golden opportunity to betray everyone. Sophie-Anne can't help him because she was abducted by Russell a couple days ago. It is to Bill's benefit to regain his only ally by getting rid of Russell, and throwing himself on her mercy. You hear that down there?" Pam kicked Bill in the side. "Get ready to pucker up to kiss those dainty Roger Viviers like you have for the past thirty something years. And before you use those lips to lie to us, you should remember the resources at our disposal when your story fell apart."
Heimdall grinned. There were some vampires he could not hide from, but he knew the former names and deeds of most of them in return. Eventually he'd run into them.
"So simply put, we need Russell to go outside after drinking your flawed blood. Bill's already told Eric that the protection is limited. That's what we're counting on."
"That's it?"
"No, but I don't want to burden you with all the details. That way, neither of you will be able to say much more than that. And before you think you're smart, consider that Russell will put your flawed blood to the test, perhaps by throwing Bill outside. Then in a rage, kill you, because he's gone through all this trouble to find out you're worthless."
Heimdall repeated, "Worthless."
"What the fuck's your problem?" Sookie repeated, looking at the short vampire, who clearly held some sort of grudge.
"You, Miss Stackhouse."
"What about her?" Sookie asked, pointing at Yvetta. The dancer did not have to try and save her. She could have gotten out of here, without risking herself by coming down into the basement.
Bill was almost reassembled, so for his benefit, Heimdall gladly answered, "Yvetta does give a much better blow job than you."
"I never gave you a blow job," Sookie denied. There was a big difference between her hand and mouth.
"That might be why I prefer Yvetta," Heimdall admitted.
"Listen, asshole, I'm not going to help unless you let her go."
"You've lied to me before."
"Are you so willing to risk it?" Sookie challenged.
Bill found his voice and added, "I would also consider it a sign of good faith, if you let her go."
Pam was secretly pleased. She liked Yvetta, and if things were not as they were, Yvetta would realize how much she preferred Pam.
Heimdall lifted Yvetta by her hair and gave her a little shake, before she woke, screeching at him. He stared at her, released her and spoke quickly to her in Estonian. Blankly she answered, "Da," a few times, before getting up.
Yvetta straightened her attire, picked up her large shoulder bag, and went to Pam, gushing enthusiastically in her native language about how thankful she was to Pam. She then gave a tearful good-bye, kissed Pam, and left the club.
Arching an eyebrow at Heimdall, Pam accused, "You are such a fibber." There was no way Pam was heading to Vermont, to marry a human male in order to seek to adopt underprivileged orphans from overcrowded orphanages in eastern Europe. Obviously, Yvetta had not cared a whit about her, if she didn't know that basic fact.
"Would you prefer the privacy of the basement, or up here?" Heimdall asked.
The happy couple disagreed with Bill asking for the basement, and Sookie requesting to stay upstairs. She had seen enough of that torture chamber.