Mortality
Pam
Okay, I know I said I could see what all the fuss was over her, but this is just…sad. Look at him over there, sitting, staring at the wall, looking down at his hands. His thoughts are going a mile a minute, wondering if he should have done more for her, wondering if he should force his blood down her throat, wondering if he should turn her.
She's only a human.
Certainly, she is a beautiful human. The coils of wavy wheat-gold hair that fall around her shoulders, and the pretty pink lips that she paints with red rouge…my, my, she is a pretty girl. I'm particularly impressed by the natural curve of her hips. So few women these days can abide a rounded bottom, but Sookie is who she is. She has a wonderful personality, so sweet-tempered and yet fiery. She certainly does not take orders, and I can appreciate that.
Look at him. My maker, my master, my father, and my savior, so restless with the thoughts of a human woman. What a fool! He should just push past these incessant vermin, invade her room, and turn her! Rescue her from this dull existence of bar-tending and house-cleaning. It's not like she would have a family that missed her! She has nothing to tie her to the mortal realm! I can only imagine how powerful she would be, a telepathic vampire.
Oh how I could tease him. It's almost worth the punishment. Eric the Northman, humbled by a mere mortal, enchanted by her independent spirit. Disgusting.
I lifted my eyes to Bill Compton, so full of emotion, anger and relentless frustration. He had always been so calm before, so cut off from the human world. Now…now he was as unbridled as a cat in heat. His cool skin stank of conflicted emotions, love and despair. I swear he felt more love for Sookie than his dead heart knew what to do with. I smiled at him, turning my head to gaze at his snarling mouth, his mutinous temper.
"You love her so deeply," I smiled, giving thought to the notion. "But she is only a human. Mortals die, Bill."
"Don't," he grunted at me, looking away.
"If you turned her, she would be yours forever." I shrugged. "But she would never forgive you. Of course, with things the way they are, you couldn't do much worse."
He growled before slouching into a chair to wring his hands and stare at the berber carpeting.
I could turn her, and end their suffering. I could hover over her until only the tiniest spark of life remained. Sookie had tasted the blood of a few tasty men, but I had never watched her eat willingly from me. It seemed to be the kind of activity that changed the cold hearts of vampires, transforming them from ruthless killers to begging lovers. I could keep her as my pet, cherish and adore her for a few years before letting her go to whichever man she chose. Or both. I could see her pressed between them, fondling one or the other as her whims suited her.
She could be a powerful child.
I eyed the swinging hospital doors.