saturday night and the moon is out

[feel_human]

Tucked away off the road in Bon Temps, there's a road house. Warm light spills from its windows, and the sound of a jukebox playing drifts out into the muggy Louisiana night. The regular assortment of trucks and Hail-Mary-please-keep-this-lemon-goin'-just-a-little-longer cars sit in the dirt parking lot; what amounts to about half the town's small population... or, at least, of those of the 'drinking age and above' persuasion.

Inside, it's a bar of the type scattered all across the American South: homey, no-nonsense. Booths and tables. A man in a plaid flannel shirt wiping the bar; a crossdresser in the kitchen singing Gospel hymns and rolling his hips in time with the words just to scandalize the prep cook. A handful of waitresses, bustling about.

Sookie makes her way briskly through it all, a tray balanced on her palm and her eyes kept stubbornly front, as voices swarm around her. Aloud, and... less so.

...I’m just going to have one beer tonight Jesus one beer that’s all...

...better not gripe about me eating fries not after what I did for him last night...

...I cannot wait to get the hell out of this podunk town...

 

 "Well, make sure you do, and before it’s too late," she responds, thoughtless, to the young man. "Because every year you wait? You just get more and more stuck here. Believe me, I know."

He stares at her. So do his parents.

So does the other table. And she realizes, too little too late, that he hadn't said that out loud, not at all. She laughs, uncomfortable. "I’ll get y'all some ketchup," she says, brightly, and flees, ponytail swinging against the nape of her neck as she goes.

Stupid, Sookie, she chides herself. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

 

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[feel_human]

"Sam," Sookie says, soft. "I gotta get back to work. Could we have this conversation later?"

She turns to look at him, the look in her eyes serious. "If we're in the house, he couldn't come in. He could stay on the porch and talk to us."

[gavemea_45]

He sighs, and nods acquiescence to Sookie. "Okay. We can do that."

[feel_human]

She nods back to him, then looks levelly at Bill. "Meet us after work," she tells him. "Come to the front yard. No closer 'til I say so. Understand."

He studies her a moment, then nods, and she nods back. "Can you get back on your own?"

Again, there's the faint shade at his lips, almost like a smile. "Yes."

"Good." She gets up, dusting herself off. "Then see you later, Bill."

[gavemea_45]

Sam waits for Sookie to start back before he comes with her, but he keeps his gun aimed in Bill's direction all the way across the parking lot. He doesn't holster it until the last possible minute, but holds the door before Sookie can open it.

"Better put that chain in your pocket before we get back inside," he murmurs. "Or rig it up to look more like a necklace at least."

[feel_human]

She unwinds the chain from around her throat and slips it into her pocket with a look of distaste. "Thanks," she says, quiet.

"I know that wasn't your first choice of what we oughta do. So thanks for listenin' to me."

[gavemea_45]

He lets out another small sigh. "I just want you to be safe. Everyone to be safe. But I know you didn't want to -- well." His jaw tightens. "And I sure as hell don't agree with stripping him down for a market like that."

Sam meets her eyes. "We'll see how it goes. But if he turns out to be like the others, Sookie, you know I'll have to take care of it, right?"

[feel_human]

"I know."

She knows, and she's grateful he's giving her even this much leeway. "Come on. There's a little while left yet before we close. Go have a drink, and I'll come see you when I can, okay?"

[gavemea_45]

"Okay," Sam agrees, holding the door open for her now. "I'll be at the bar when you're ready to go."

[feel_human]

She heads in and avoids both Sam Merlotte and Tara's anxious glances as she picks back up with her tables and tries to settle her thoughts. It's maybe twenty minutes later when she finally makes her way back toward the service alley, only to be waylaid by Sam Merlotte as she passes the bar. He grabs her by the arm and hauls her, protesting, back toward his office, then shoves her inside and slams the door, pointing a finger at her. "Sookie, you are being a very stupid girl!"

"Who asked you?" she flashes back. "I can take care of myself."

[gavemea_45]

As promised, he's pretty well settled in at the end of the bar - the opposite end, this time, from where Merlotte had been working, which means instead he's facing down Sookie's friend Tara again as she glowers at him.

"Can I get another Bud?" he asks, raising his empty glass.

"You can wait for it. I'm busy," she snaps, taking a seat on a barstool and putting her feet up. "In fact, I just went on break."

[feel_human]

Sam hasn't yelled at her in... Sam hasn't ever yelled at her, but he lays into her now and she lays right back into him until he seems to snap. "Well, I won’t let you put yourself and the bar in danger. I won’t do it!"

She stares at him, her throat burning. "Am I fired?"

"What?" He stares back at her. "No! But next time you think someone is being harmed in our parking lot, pick up a phone and call the police. Do not go out there alone, like a goddamn vigilante!"

His voice is raised so high at the end that she's sure they can hear it in the dining room, and he gets in her face, and it's all just too much for her to take. She bursts into tears, and doesn't even see the way his face crumples.

[gavemea_45]

"Oh, I see how it is," Sam drawls. "Okay, I can wait. No problem."

Tara glares at him. "Be glad I don't throw this pitcher at your head rather than just making you wait for it. What the hell you think you were doing chasing Sookie outside like that?"

That catches him off guard, and he stares at her in complete surprise. "I wasn't chasing her!"

[feel_human]

"Aw, cher." Sam looks at her, helpless, then reaches to pull her into a hug. "Don't you know I couldn't stand to lose you?"

His thoughts come running into hers like a stream of warm water, all sounds and emotions that she can't keep out no matter how hard she tries.

– so warm – want you – smell so good – love you Sookie always have –

Sookie shoves back away from him, her eyes still smarting. "Oh, stop it! And stop bossing me around! Unless it pertains to work, you do not get to tell me what to do, Sam Merlotte."

She slams back out of the office in a high temper and through the back door into the night air, desperate for a little peace and quiet.

[gavemea_45]

Tara glares harder. "Sure looked like you were," she snaps. "Hard to miss you following her across the room like that."

"For the love of -- I wasn't chasing her," Sam insists. "There was something she wanted to check on, and she asked me to come with her so she didn't have to go alone. That's all."

She snorts. "Why the hell would she ask you, and not, say, me?"

Sam shrugs. "You're working. I wasn't. Simple as that."

[feel_human]

It's late enough now that there aren't more than a handful of cars in the lot, and she finally has all the quiet she could want. Even the air's cooled down a bit, though it's still heavy with water from the bayou and the river. She walks through the lot, trying to get her thoughts under control, trying to ignore the undercurrent of guilt of being outside at night, alone.

But she just needs a moment. A few moments, of something like normalcy.

The cough of an engine startles her out of her reverie, and she turns to peer at a red sports car idling nearby, then squints at it. There's something familiar about i –

The blow hits her from behind, knocking her off her feet and onto the hard-packed dirt of the lot. Before she can catch her breath or get up, a foot kicks viciously into her stomach; another into her back, pummeling her from both sides.

[gavemea_45]

"Hmph." Tara crosses her arms and keeps glaring at him, but there's something more thoughtful about it now. "You remember what I told you last night about Sookie and trust?"

"Yeah. And what you said about yourself and trust, too," Sam says. "I figure time will tell."

[feel_human]

Dimly, she hears Mack and Denise swearing at her, but it's impossible to make out over the pain and the impacts of their kicks hitting her body. Her ribs crack; a sharp burst of pain lances through her side and she thinks they've destroyed a kidney. Mack's toe catches her in the small of her back, and after a white-hot explosion, she can't feel anything past her hips.

But she doesn't have time to think about it, because Denise catches her in the face, breaking her nose and pouring blood down her throat. She gurgles and chokes, her eyesight growing dim. There's just enough of her left to notice the sudden absence of Mack's kicks and to hear Denise's panicked shouts before she, too, vanishes. There's a cracking of tree branches, and Sookie sees Denise's crumpled body land on the hard-packed earth, just before everything sways and drops.

Someone's picked her up, holding her cradled to his chest, and she lays limp in his arms, unable to protest or to do much of anything at all aside from choke on her own blood.

[gavemea_45]

Merlotte returns from the back and takes up his previous position behind the bar at the other end, although he gives Tara an exasperated look as he does.

"What?" she demands. Sam doesn't think he's imagining the defensiveness in her tone. "I'm on break!"

Sam carefully hides a smile and glances around the room, looking for Sookie to get a sense of how she's doing after her boss had hauled her off, and doesn't spot her. A faint frown creases his forehead.

[feel_human]

Her labored breathing is all she can hear; all she can taste is blood as she tries not to choke on it. Finally, the person sets her down on a mossy bank by the bayou, and looks down at her, and she sees his face: Bill.

"Sookie," he says, his hands cradling her head with great gentleness. "Sookie!"

"I – " She chokes and coughs. "I can't feel my legs."

He lifts her up – and oh, the shock of pain as bones grind and torn muscles shout and her abused organs shift – and leans her against his knee. In the next second, his fangs flash into existence, and he tears open his own wrist, then lowers it toward her mouth. "Drink, quickly, before the wound closes."

Everything is fading, but she tries, weakly, to push him away. "I don't want to be a vampire."

"You won't be." He sounds almost desperate. "Goddamn it, Sookie, do you want to live or not?"

[gavemea_45]

He waits for a few minutes, watching the room, but Sookie doesn't reappear, and his frown grows stronger. Ignoring the suspicious way Tara's eyeing him, he leans over to get Merlotte's attention. "Where's Sookie?" he asks, point-blank.

"She's not here," Merlotte says, reaching for another glass and polishing it with deliberate attention.

"I can see that," Sam says, trying for patience. "Where is she? You took her off to talk to her, so where is she now?"

The glass hits the bar with a hard thump, and Merlotte gives him a level stare. "And just how is that any of your business?"

It's not, he has to admit. Not really. But. "Fine," he grits out. "None of my business. Just tell me this one thing. She didn't go outside, did she?"

Merlotte stares at him. Something flickers in his eyes, too fast for Sam to catch. "She went out to clear her head," he says, slowly.

"Fuck!" Heedless of anyone's stares and reactions, Sam's off the barstool and moving for the front door at top speed. He slams out into the parking lot and looks around, frantic.

There's a red car idling at the other end of the lot, and there, faintly illuminated by the headlights -- a fallen, crumpled body. Sam drops the knife into his hand and starts running.

[feel_human]

He presses his wrist against her mouth and she swallows despite herself, then pushes him away with the little strength she has left. "No!"

Bill ignores her and sets his wrist against her lips once more, holding her head so she has to drink or choke.

So she drinks.

Reluctantly at first, then more and more greedily. Her thoughts are static; she's just a body, trying to stay alive. She drinks until he pulls his wrist away, then slumps against his leg and slips into a dark haze of unconsciousness.

[gavemea_45]

The dead body's not Sookie; it's the woman from earlier, the one who'd attacked the vampire. Sam scans the trees and ground around them, and spots signs of some kind of scuffle.

His gut clenches when he realizes just how much blood he's seeing. There's a lot of it, splattered and pooled in the dirt and dust and dripped off to one side. A closer look at those sideways drips shows him that someone was moving, bleeding and moving away from the bar.

Sam follows the trail, swapping the knife for the gun and taking light steps across the grass as he tracks whoever it is.

[feel_human]

Bill lays her back on the soft moss of the bank, careful not to disturb her too much. She'll heal, but it will still take a little time.

In the meantime, he considers what he knows, and what he's managed so far, but after a moment even his self-control frays and he allows himself to lean down and delicately lick some of the blood from her forehead.

[gavemea_45]

The moonlight helps. The blood's almost black against the silvery-green shade of the grass under the moon. Sam's moving a little faster than he should, he knows it, but desperation's driving him.

Light gleams off the bayou in the distance as he reaches the top of the grassy rise - and illuminates with pitiless harshness the two figures on the bank. Sookie, lying far too still on the ground, with the vampire crouched over her and feeding from her--

He's fired the first shot almost before he knows it.

[feel_human]

Bill's up in a blaze of motion, too fast for the human eye to track, his fangs dropping as he whirls to face the intruder, snarling, setting himself between the newcomer and the girl.

Moonlight paints over the strained face of Sam Winchester, and Bill grimaces, then lifts his hands and deliberately retracts his fangs, stepping back before he glares at the pocked hole in the bank where the bullet hit. "I did not hurt her," he says, exasperated. "I healed her."