Bill didn't want this fight, but he couldn't have done anything to stop Eric. And now that the situation has escalated in ways he couldn't have predicted, his responsibility now lay in finding Martonia.
And protecting Sookie. Who has disappeared in the fog.
There's gunfire now, erratic and piercing. And the tang of blood in the air.
Pam races toward the familiar scent of adrenaline, and snatches the pistol out of Tara's hands.
"You dropped somethin'," she says dryly as Tara stares, frozen in fear. And in the blink of an eye, Pam knocks her to the ground and pins her down.
"You smell like shit," Tara manages to retort.
Sure, Pam is still rotting on the inside. But it's appearances that count.
Fangs bared, she leans in close and hisses, "I'm not gonna miss you one bit." She moves to bite her, when--
"I forbid you!"
Bill comes up out of the fog behind her.
Pam doesn't turn around, but she stops, incredulous. "You gotta fuckin' be kiddin' me!"
But no, Bill is not kidding.
"I command you, do not harm her," he says firmly. "Now or ever. If you do, I will personally execute you!"
Seriously? Seriously? Pam is livid.
"This...is so...fucking...lame!" she screams.
What's the point of this war if she can't kill anyone? Letting go of Tara's wrists, Pam darts off into the mist to find someone more vulnerable. And if she can't, she's going home because fuck this bullshit.
Bill had his reasons for saving Tara. And that reason--Sookie--was somewhere still out there.
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Bill didn't want this fight, but he couldn't have done anything to stop Eric. And now that the situation has escalated in ways he couldn't have predicted, his responsibility now lay in finding Martonia.
And protecting Sookie. Who has disappeared in the fog.
There's gunfire now, erratic and piercing. And the tang of blood in the air.
Pam races toward the familiar scent of adrenaline, and snatches the pistol out of Tara's hands.
"You dropped somethin'," she says dryly as Tara stares, frozen in fear. And in the blink of an eye, Pam knocks her to the ground and pins her down.
"You smell like shit," Tara manages to retort.
Sure, Pam is still rotting on the inside. But it's appearances that count.
Fangs bared, she leans in close and hisses, "I'm not gonna miss you one bit." She moves to bite her, when--
"I forbid you!"
Bill comes up out of the fog behind her.
Pam doesn't turn around, but she stops, incredulous. "You gotta fuckin' be kiddin' me!"
But no, Bill is not kidding.
"I command you, do not harm her," he says firmly. "Now or ever. If you do, I will personally execute you!"
Seriously? Seriously? Pam is livid.
"This...is so...fucking...lame!" she screams.
What's the point of this war if she can't kill anyone? Letting go of Tara's wrists, Pam darts off into the mist to find someone more vulnerable. And if she can't, she's going home because fuck this bullshit.
Bill had his reasons for saving Tara. And that reason--Sookie--was somewhere still out there.