She was laughing.

Laughing .

He may be content with the life he had now.
He might have been a .monster before.

But she had taken what was his. Nd now she was laughing at them.
At him. At Pam. At Sookie.
At his King.

A pretty, blond women was standing opposite him, looking fiercely determined, her knuckles wrapped in silver chains.

She should have wrapped her neck.

For a minute, everything had hung in the balance, but now the scales were tipping.

He ran across the damp grass, too fast to see, arm outstretched.

And as the young woman crumbles, wirelessly, he returned to the rest of the group, holding up his bloody prize, smiling with bloodied fangs.

He'd torn out her throat.

Sookie is staring at his bloody face, transfixed.