Ahhh! I'm back. Chapter five is here, baby.

This is really short, and I'm aware of it. I'm sorry, really. I'd love for it to be longer. I wrote it up really fast just now, and didn't want to go on for this chapter. It seemed like this is where I needed to stop. Intuition, you know?

Anyway, this one's for Bill. I hope you enjoy.

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Reviews:

Vanilla: Update is here!! And we'll see what happens. We still have quite a bit of story left to go.

TrueBlood416: Thank you very much. Interesting is the word I was looking for!! And yes, actually, Eric makes his first appearance in this chapter. He will come back, of course, and for longer. I'm not sure if I'll go into his POV or not though. We'll see.

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Chapter Five: Wasted.

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"She's been at this for hours," I said, trying to keep myself in check, despite my growing annoyance at the current situation.

"And she will keep trying. We've got them to a point that she should be able to-"

"But she cannot, Eric," I insisted, "She is exhausted, it is almost four in the morning. You know the night is almost over there's nothing she can do."

Eric looked up at me from his chair. I could practically feel Sookie's fatigue from the office. She'd been going at it with the two humans for hours. How could Eric be so naïve as to believe that there was some possibility that they knew the vampire who had glamoured them? They had not the slightest idea, and he has been wasting not only my time, and his time, but Sookie's time while she is desperately trying to complete a task that she just cannot complete.

The humans looked sickly already. One was a man, blonde, thin, almost as pale as I am. His skin was cloaked in a disgusting sheen of sweat, making him look sticky, slimy, like some slug no one wanted to deal with. His eyes were sunken in, with a dark sheen around them, as if bruised. They protruded from his head, giving him this paranoid look to him. They flickered quickly around the room, as if searching for something I couldn't quite figure out myself.

The woman looked to be almost a head taller than him, and also looked to be like someone who would never associate with someone like the man next to her. Her clothes were a bright purple, and some of the skimpiest things I've ever seen. She was decked out in some form of gold-colored jewelry; it was gleaming out against her dark skin. Her hair stood up straight on her head, giving her the appearance of being much taller than she really was. Yet, she shared the same common characteristics. Her skin was also sticky-looking, her eyes were also dark, but instead of looking paranoid, she just looked dazed, as though she was drugged out beyond her mind.

I hadn't seen Sookie in what felt like hours. She insisted that I leave the room – maybe it was my presence that was hindering her hearing, she said.

Eric and the others had tried to break the glamour on the duo, and it left them in that same sort of state, like the vampire who committed the act meant for them to stay that way for quite some time – or that they'd been under his/her spell for quite some time.

The thing that made them of interest to Eric and the others wasn't just the glamour. It was – undoubtedly, the marks the scoured their skin. The scars, bite marks, and dried blood was the thing that made them important.

No vampire around here would do something like that to humans – at least, without Eric aware of their existence. These two were attacked, possibly kept, I wasn't sure, and neither was Eric.

Rogue vampires always spelled trouble, especially in smaller regions such as Area 5, where there was a much smaller population. In places like the city people disappeared every day and no one thinks too much about it, here, vampires make an impression. They were to be punished, of course, and that's why Eric needed Sookie. He needed some sort of description, some sort of clue as to how to find the vampire, or vampires, that injured these two.

"You'd think that with your over-protective attitude towards the humans, you'd be more sensitive to matters considering their own security," Eric said lowly, "We can't have any rogues, Bill."

"I know," I said, "I am aware of the repercussions, just give her some time to rest. Maybe by tomorrow they would have rekindled some memory of their attackers."

Eric sat silently for a moment, then looked up at me again, "Fine. Take her home. But bring her back tomorrow, at least for a while. Maybe you're right, maybe they will remember."

I moved to get get Sookie, then turned suddenly and asked, "Do you suppose that the vampire who did this could have been looking for something?"

"Those are my thoughts exactly," Eric said.

"What could that possibly be?" I asked, "There's nothing around here that-"

Eric cut me off, "That's the problem. We don't know if they want anything, and if they do, we know it's something to be afraid of."

I stood there for a moment, trying to bring to mind some sort of reasoning as to what could be behind this problem. I had seen nothing out of the ordinary lately – at least nothing too important to actually cause a vampire to attack two humans for information – or whatever it is they wanted.

I was frustrated, but decided to set my mind on bringing Sookie home.

I went back inside the room, and she sat across from them still, staring at the table in front of her, looking down. "I can't hear anything anymore. It's all… static," she mumbled.

"It's okay," I said as softly as I could, "We can go now."

She sat up a little, letting me pick her up, "But I didn't do anything. I missed all that work – Sam's going to kill me."

"It'll be fine," I said, "He'll understand."

"I don't know if he will this time," she said groggily, "I just… I'm so tired…"

"I know," I said, outside now, walking her as quickly as I could to the car without making her dizzy. I slid her into the back seat and started driving.

More vampires entering around Bon Temps could not be a good thing; the town was already crawling with the supernatural – in a way, and the rumors spurring from these things is enough to write a novel. I hoped to God that Sookie had nothing to do with this. It was already enough to have to worry about keeping Jessica tame and at the same time constantly worrying about what Sookie was doing during the day. It was enough to drive any human insane – which I guess, made me lucky in one aspect.

We pulled up to the house, and I effortlessly pulled Sookie out of the backseat, walking p to the door and – stopping.

I stood there for a second, wondering if I could just walk in – if this was an implied situation, but my feet stayed planted.

I rang the doorbell, hoping on some whim that maybe Sookie's friend had decided to stay the night – hell, even maybe Sam walked over to make sure she was 'okay'.

I snorted, then heard something move from behind the door.

"Please, please, please God or whoever – don't be Jason. Please don't be Jason. Please don't be- Bill?"

"Emily," I muttered, "What are you doing here?"

"Sookie invited me to stay – I didn't have a place…" she stood there for a second, watching me curiously.

"Uh…" I nodded towards the inside, motioning with Sookie that I wanted to enter.

Emily shook herself out of her thoughts, "Oh, right," she laughed quietly, "Come on in." She stepped out of the way, pulling down the bottom of the larger-sized T-shirt she was wearing. She seemed a little embarrassed, which made enough sense to me seeing as she was barely clothed. I went upstairs immediately, and set Sookie down on the bed, kissing her on the cheek. She looked so tired, but I was still so surprised by how beautiful she was. I thought that when she was tired, or stressed, or even angry, she just seemed so much more… alive. I loved it.

"Where were you two?" Emily asked as soon as I got at the bottom of the steps. She was leaning against the door, arms folded across her chest, head tilted to the side.

"Fangtasia," I answered truthfully, moving to get around her when she scooted over to get in my way. I could have easily moved her, but I felt that would be… well, rude.

"Why?" She leaned forward a bit, as if trying to see if my face would tell her the answers.

"There were two humans who had gotten attacked," I explained, watching her eyes widen.

"Where?" she asked quickly.

"Just outside the town, near the highway – that's where they were found."

She blinked; I could practically hear her pulse race. "Oh," she said, "That's… horrible," she smiled in a bitter fashion, "Vampires, have more in common with humans than you realize," she said, "Most of you don't think either." She stepped out of the way, and I opened the door.

"Keep yourself safe," I said, "You don't want to be… next."

"I don't think I'll be next," she said, smiling a little, "Not to sound over confident or anything, I'm just under the radar, and… kind of a celebrity."

"Trust me," he said, "There's a possibility." She was different than normal humans; her scent told the whole story. A human's smell is crisp – it invades the air surrounding you, comes stabbing at you like a knife. It smelled… well… it smelled good, really, it was just… richer… robust in its aroma. When it came to Emily, her scent was much more… mellow, diluted. It was like she was sweeter, plainer, fainter… more teasing in the way she smelled. If you get close enough, it was incredibly alluring to one such as I.

She watched me leave, then shut the door, "Bye Bill," she said, knowing I'd hear her despite the wall in between us.

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I'm almost angry at how short this chapter was. Please don't be angry!!!

I'll update crazy soon, I promise, to make it up to you guys.

I'm not sure who'll be coming to you guys next, I'm thinking it's going to be Sookie. Not sure.

Hell, maybe Emily will finally make her little debut?

It'll be LONG AS HELL too. I promise. This one was like… four pages. That's so tiny. I feel so bad.

Okay. Please review, of course; tell me if you like it, if you don't.

And… I really hope you liked the chapter anyways, despite its length. I think it was pretty solid, myself.

Thank you all so much for reading!!