This was not her home. She glanced up, squinting into the silver ring above her. "What the hell.. ?" It had been a very long time since something had surprised her, and this particular surprise was unpleasant at best. She'd had a lot of time to differentiate between dreams and reality, but if she hadn't she'd have sworn this was a dream. It was too ( Read more... )

Pam moves from sleep to wakefulness in the blink of an eye; movement and tension filling a body that for all intents and purposes, seemed dead moments before. Isn't vampirism fun, kids ( Read more... )

( Previously on True Blood... )

The artificial sun rose over the tops of the buildings, a sign that night was over in Taxon and it was a new day. It was also a sign that the nightmare that was Cassandra Hack as a slasher was over. The moment the light hit the blood-covered slasher, she shrieked, throwing her head back. Every muscle in her body tensed up and the nails began to ( Read more... )

[The tablet clicks on tout suite, for Ethan here has a very important question that needs to be asked of the Taxon public at large:]

'Fangtasia'. You're kidding me, right?

Just because one can finally go out in the daylight doesn't mean one immediately swaps out on the night shift. So this is Eric, walking about in the Taxon evening. He's not deliberately broadcasting, and doesn't notice the tablet turning on. Instead, he's busy scoping out various buildings in the vicinity of Fangtasia ( Read more... )

If you could smell through the Tablets, then damn you'd be smellin' some mighty fine burgers right about now.  Unknowingly, at first, to Lafayette, the Tablet turns on while he's frying food in the kitchen of Merlotte's.  Not that the bar's particularly full of people who have more than half a brain lodged in their heads.  But nonetheless, ( Read more... )

"Two thousand years, and I can still be surprised. In this I see God." The girl was crying for him, and in turn he could only smile for her, his heart light for the first time in over a century. The horizon beckoned, and he obeyed its call ( Read more... )

He could do it. He could stop Sylar. He could stop the entire damn mess that Nathan made right then, right there. Bennet gave him the instrument to do the deed: a long needle with enough drugs to knock out an elephant. Good for them that Sylar still was affected by sedatives. There was a glance sent to Bennet. It had better be a sedative. Stopping ( Read more... )

Not for the first time, and definitely not the last, Eric Northman wondered how such a dreadfully stodgy thing like Bill Compton had ever been turned. Then again, Lorena had always been slightly mad, so he supposed it wasn't a matter of taste. But Bill could and would be taken care of later. Right now he had business to attend to and a maenad's ass ( Read more... )