My baloney has a first name (open)
Characters: yousuckbill y tu!
Setting/Location: The kitchen
Date & Time: Day 32, early nighttime
Warnings: Wear a turtleneck?
Summary: It's kind of hard to eat food when you're a bloodsucker. :(
The food was mocking her.
Jessica stared down at her plate with its perfect baloney sandwiches stacked perfectly in the center, frowning like someone had just canceled Christmas. The scent of them was intoxicating, no matter how plain they were. And God, did she ever want them. Her Maker, amazing bequeather of knowledge that he was, never told her what happened if vampires ate normal food, and since she'd never had the urge to find out since being turned, she wasn't sure if she should try it. But...they looked so good.
This place officially sucked now. She'd been trying to adjust to the idea of not being back in Bon Temps on her own, but it wasn't working out too well. Feeling like her body had been set to half power sure wasn't helping, and neither was making a fool out of herself almost immediately at the feast the other day. The one positive was that there seemed to be no Tru Blood around, so if Bill ever decided to show his face, she could say she at least tried to find alternatives to getting blood straight from the tap. Not that she was eager to drink the fake stuff, anyway, but at least now she knew she didn't have to. Small victories.
Still. Those sandwiches.
She grumbled, burying her face in her hands. "This fuckin' blows."
Setting/Location: The kitchen
Date & Time: Day 32, early nighttime
Warnings: Wear a turtleneck?
Summary: It's kind of hard to eat food when you're a bloodsucker. :(
The food was mocking her.
Jessica stared down at her plate with its perfect baloney sandwiches stacked perfectly in the center, frowning like someone had just canceled Christmas. The scent of them was intoxicating, no matter how plain they were. And God, did she ever want them. Her Maker, amazing bequeather of knowledge that he was, never told her what happened if vampires ate normal food, and since she'd never had the urge to find out since being turned, she wasn't sure if she should try it. But...they looked so good.
This place officially sucked now. She'd been trying to adjust to the idea of not being back in Bon Temps on her own, but it wasn't working out too well. Feeling like her body had been set to half power sure wasn't helping, and neither was making a fool out of herself almost immediately at the feast the other day. The one positive was that there seemed to be no Tru Blood around, so if Bill ever decided to show his face, she could say she at least tried to find alternatives to getting blood straight from the tap. Not that she was eager to drink the fake stuff, anyway, but at least now she knew she didn't have to. Small victories.
Still. Those sandwiches.
She grumbled, burying her face in her hands. "This fuckin' blows."