Sookie's house, Bon Temps
May. 19th, 2015 09:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
onceavikingHe feels her as he races through the darkness.
And then, when he gets close enough, he hears her too.
And that little piece of shit Bill Compton, doing his very best Southern Gentleman impersonation.
And she sounds like she is buying it.
Well, soon she'll change her tune. He is sure of that.
He can smell her tears as he rushes up towards the house. He can hear Bill Compton's footsteps as he walks toward the door. And then stops.
He can hear her tell him, "Don't go."
And then he slows down to a relaxed, measured pace and walks onto the porch. Still covered in cement.
The door springs open. And he says, "Did you tell her you were originally sent by the queen of Louisiana to procure her because of what she might be?"
Sounding casually inquisitive, with his hands in his pockets, looking down at the deck of Sookie's porch.
And then he raises his eyes to Bill's face.
And smiles.
Just a little.
And then, when he gets close enough, he hears her too.
And that little piece of shit Bill Compton, doing his very best Southern Gentleman impersonation.
And she sounds like she is buying it.
Well, soon she'll change her tune. He is sure of that.
He can smell her tears as he rushes up towards the house. He can hear Bill Compton's footsteps as he walks toward the door. And then stops.
He can hear her tell him, "Don't go."
And then he slows down to a relaxed, measured pace and walks onto the porch. Still covered in cement.
The door springs open. And he says, "Did you tell her you were originally sent by the queen of Louisiana to procure her because of what she might be?"
Sounding casually inquisitive, with his hands in his pockets, looking down at the deck of Sookie's porch.
And then he raises his eyes to Bill's face.
And smiles.
Just a little.
