*This is a very short teaser of things to come. Think of it as a True Blood preview!*
Nightfall, Day 6
Bill awoke with a start. Sookie was in the house. He had given her a key so she might come and go as she pleased but this was the first time he had sensed her presence before he arose. He crawled several feet and lifted the loose wallboard that allowed him a glimpse at the west. Still daylight, although the sky was beginning to take on the red-orange glow of sunset.
He closed his eyes and listened for her footfall. She was in the kitchen. He pictured her fixing herself something to eat. He knew she felt odd eating in front of him and tried to do it when he wasn't around. He checked the daylight again, anxious to be with her.
Something tugged at the back of his mind as he lay waiting. Jessica. His punishment. He had turned her over to Eric for the time being, but the fact was, he, not the Viking, was the girl's maker and eventually he would have to deal with her. That meant telling Sookie. He dreaded it, but he had always been one to do what needed to be done. Would she leave? Refuse to see him? Recind his invitation once again? Or would she see that there had been no choice? In order to return to her, which was all he wanted in the world, he carried out the sentence imposed by the tribunal. He felt the sun sink beyond the horizon and pushed open the trap door.
To be continued......