Sorry for the delay, but I actually have an excuse: I've been in a computer-less house for a week. The irony is that I'd practically already finished this chapter - I was halfway through the final scene. I had a lot of fun writing this though, especially the final part XD. Leave me a review if you want :)

Friday

The man from the bar ran back through the woods on his way to Fangtasia. He needed to do something before he checked out the vamp bar anyway, and after the look on the bartender's face he knew it would be worthwhile. He sniffed around until he found what he was looking for. Damn, the fucker was really starting to smell. But he came here with a purpose in mind. He took out his phone and took a photo of it. That wasn't so hard. Now he just had to scout out Fangtasia. He put the phone back into his pocket and ran back to his car. Like Mom used to say, it's always useful to have a backup plan.

Pam was bored. No, more than that. She was positively filled with ennui. Fangtasia at 2 AM on a Friday morning was not the place to be. Eric wasn't here, Chow was boring and now with that bitch Yvetta gone there wasn't any fun to be had. Since most of the customers were heading home for the night, she thought she could head off. She hadn't seen Jessica in a while, and was growing quite fond of the baby vamp – but don't tell anyone.

A tall, tanned man came to the door. "We're closing." She drawled.

The man looked taken aback by this, but then again, what did he expect? Vampires have their own business to attend to, you know. There are only so many hours in the night and entertaining humans is, at least in Pam's opinion, not the priority.

"But you're a vamp bar, shouldn't you be open all night?" He said. Pam didn't have time for this. She let her mind go blank and then focused on the man.

"Go. Home." She glamoured. The man just frowned. She tried again, while he patiently waited. Damn. He was like Sookie, only he didn't smell as good. She sighed. "What do you want?"

He pulled out a photo. "Do you know this man?" It was Eric.

"I've never seen him before." She said flatly. She didn't like this breather.

"Now, why do I think you're lying?"

Now he had pissed her off. She snarled and bared her fangs. The man didn't flinch. "I think you're being pretty presumptuous. What is your business here?" He turned to leave. Pam made a grab for him. "I asked you," she said, swinging him around and pinning him to the wall. "What is your business here?"

"That was it." He leered at her. Cocky bastard. "I guess he's not here-" His words were cut short as Pam punched him in his stomach. He gasped, then recovered enough to kick her. He was stronger than an ordinary human. She drew closer to him, and whispered in his ear. "You better not be using vampire blood."

"Not yet." Jeez, did the guy have a death wish? She was about a millisecond away from draining him when a group of customers came out. They stopped in their tracks when they saw what was happening. A few of them giggled.

"Man, what do I have to do to get a vamp to bite?" One of the fangbangers asked. She looked enviously at Pam and the man.

"Careful, you don't want to scare away your customers…" he whispered to Pam. She snorted. They all practically wanted you to drink them dry anyway. She threw the man to the floor.

"You were lucky this time. If I see you near my bar again I won't be so lenient."

"My bar?" Eric had returned. He grinned at her. "If you wanted a bigger share, you'll have to put in a little more work, Pam." He surveyed the scene. "My, my, what have you been getting up to?" Evidently he wasn't too interested; he went inside without waiting for an answer. Pam looked at the man. His expression was incomprehensible. He looked pleased, angry and shocked at the same time. She didn't like the way he looked.

He stood up. "See, there was no need to lie, was there, Pam?" She growled at him. He walked to his car. She would have liked to have seen at least a limp, but the man seemed fine. That just pissed her off even more.

She went inside. She had to tell Eric about his new fan.

Lafayette was woken up by the knocking at his door. He looked over at Jesús and saw he was still snoring. "Fuckin' typical." He said, and went to open the door. The man from the bar was there. Lafayette's eyes widened as he tried and failed to stifle a huge yawn. What time was it? He rubbed his eyes and faced his unwelcome visitor. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Just as the man was about to answer, Lafayette silenced him with another question. "How the fuck did you find me?"

The man stared at Lafayette. "It's not hard to find someone like you."

Lafayette rubbed his eyes. He did not want to be dealing with shit like this, not at this time of the morning. How the fuck could Jesús have slept through? He was practically dead to the world. "Someone like me?" He asked.

"A prolific drug dealer. Oh, and sometime hustler, but you don't do that anymore, right?"

"Back to my first question: what the fuck do you want?"

"I came to give you something, in return for a favour. See, selling such a large amount of V is going to attract the vamps' attention. And since you're still here, I'm thinking they know what you're doing – maybe they're even supplying it." He pulled a photo out of his jeans pocket. "Do you know this vampire?"

"Yeah, that's Eric."

"Can you get him to come see you? How much V do you have left?" Lafayette was getting uneasy with all this questioning. He shouldn't have said he knew Eric. Shit, he'd let his guard down. That was probably why the man had called on him so early: so he'd be unprepared.

"I ain't answerin' any more of your questions till you tell me this thing you wanna give me."

"Sure." He pulled out another photo and gave it to him.

"Fuck!" Lafayette nearly dropped the photo. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" It was a photo of Tommy. A week in the woods of rural Louisiana hadn't done him any good. The man looked genuinely shocked by Lafayette's reaction.

"What? I thought you wanted proof. Show it to your boss. Blackmail him. I don't care."

"Who's that?" It was Jesús. He had finally woken up. He came to the door and looked the man up and down.

"Some sick fuck." Said Lafayette, advancing on the man. Jesús followed.

The man shrugged. "When you change your mind on that favour, I'll be around." They watched him leave.

"See, it's times like this I think you should just stick to normal-people jobs." Jesús said.

Lafayette snorted. "You and me both."

Merlotte's wasn't very busy tonight. That gave Lafayette the chance to ask Sam about Tommy. He wasn't even supposed to be working tonight – he just needed to know. Sam looked surprised when Lafayette came up to the bar.

"Hey, Sam, can I have a word with you?" He said. Looking around at the nearly empty bar, he saw there was no excuse for Sam to not talk to him. Sam nodded and walked with him to his office. He crossed the room and sat down on the edge of his desk with his arms crossed.

"What's the matter, Lafayette?" He asked. Lafayette considered what to say. Now that he was actually here, he saw that what he was doing was pretty stupid. He decided he might as well just come out and say it.

"I think Tommy's dead." He saw a muscle in Sam's jaw twitch.

"What makes you think that?" Sam said. He went round to the back of his desk and sat down.

"It's just that, there was a guy in the bar…" Lafayette began, but Sam cut him off.

"I'm sure he'll turn up somewhere," he said. "Is that all you came in to say? Because if you did, then I better get back to work." Sam made a motion to get up. It was now or never.

"I know he's dead," he hesitated. "Because I've seen it." Sam's face darkened.

"Then why don't you go to the police? In fact, why don't you tell Andy Bellefleur? He's in right now." Lafayette turned around and looked down the hallway from Sam's office. Andy was one of the few people who were in tonight. He turned around and promptly gasped.

Sam was holding a gun to him.

Now, even though this was the third time in his life Lafayette had had a gun pointed at him, he somehow hadn't gotten used to it. He stood, stuck to the spot.

"Move." Sam said roughly. "To the right," he added when he saw Lafayette turn to walk towards the bar. "We're going outside." Lafayette moved slowly towards the door. He could turn around and try and rush Sam, but could he risk it? Sam was keeping his distance, maybe he could run… They were still walking, further out of the parking lot now. They were near the woods that surrounded Merlotte's. Why was he taking him this far?

That was pretty obvious. He didn't want anyone to hear the gunshots. They had reached the woods now; Lafayette had to look down to avoid snagging his jeans or tripping on the undergrowth. He wondered how much further they were going to go.

Then he saw it. It was Tommy's corpse. Panic welled up inside him as he realised why Sam had brought him here. There was nothing he could do. He looked back at Sam.

"Sorry." He said, but he didn't look very sorry at all.

He pulled the trigger.