I’ll have what SHE’S having . . .
Wooh! Well, hello, Fangbangers! Have you cooled off yet from this week’s episode of True Blood? Or are you still howling at the moon, and rolling in the dirt?
Well then, hold on to your face (and your butt), and please, try not to shapeshift in the house! Because it’s time for your weekly True Blood recap . . .
(By the way, special thanks to Skarsgardfans.com for all the awesome screencaps you see here, unless otherwise sourced.)
Sorry, Vampire Beeeell! You’ve been replaced!
“Dearest, Eric! Don’t forsake me! I want you in my
ass mouth dominion.”
Poor King Beel! He may own the crown, and the keys to the fine State of Louisiana. But Vampire Eric possesses keys that are MUCH more valuable. Of course, I’m referring to the keys to Sookie’s
legs panties heart.
“Open SESAME, SOOKEHHHHH! I’m GOING IN!”
When we last left our lovers, Amnesia Eric and Sookie were making out a few steps from her porch. This week, they’ve managed the always- challenging feet of tonguing and fondling one another, while walking backwards, climbing steps, AND removing extraneous items of clothing. (Don’t let TV and films fool you! This sh*t is HARD to do! And, more often than not, it involves someone falling on his or her ass.)
ERIC: “Woah! Was this couch always here? Because I could have sworn it wasn’t always this conveniently close to the door.”
SOOKIE: “Just shut up, and continue humping me, please . . . I peeked at this week’s promos. Apparently, we don’t have much time until the Cockblock comes, and I’ll be damned if I don’t get to have AT LEAST one ‘O’ before he arrives.“
Fortunately, Sookie gets her wish . . .
“Thank you, LORD! I’ve been waiting four years for THIS!”
Enter King Cockblock . . .
*insert Depressing Death March Music here*
“SOOOKEEEEEEHHHH!” King Cockblock shouts.
Perhaps, he assumes Sookie’s moans of pleasure, are really cries of pain, in disguise! Nah . . . he’s just a douche.
Then, THIS happens . . .
. . . and THIS . . .
So, of course, my inner fangirl starts doing THIS . . .
“KILL HIM, ERIC! You STAKE that King Cockblock! Stake him GOOD!”
There is an interesting moment, where Eric stands poised with his big ole fire poker over Beeeel’s heart, and demands that Sookie tell him who exactly this creeper is to HER.
Sookie hesitates for a moment. The words “ex boyfriend,” “cemetery f*&ker,” “almost blood drainer,” and “master betrayer” undoubtedly run through her brain, before she decides on “He’s YOUR KING,” which , if you think about it, is not exactly responsive to his question. Nevertheless, Sookie’s answer affects Eric deeply.
“You mean this little twerp is my KING? What kind of a f*&ked up State is this?”
“I’m SO moving to New York.”
Even the typically
boring stoic Bill is taken aback, when Amnesia Eric drops his fire poker to the ground, falls to his knees, and says, without a hint of irony or sarcasm in his voice, “Forgive me, my liege!”
“When did this show suddenly become Game of Thrones?”
At some point during the credits, both Sookie and Amnesia Eric manage to put on some clothing. (All together now: “BOOOOOOO!”) Now, Bill has his Swat Team minions handcuff Eric (with SILVER, of course . . . BASTARD), and take him away.
Sookie, of course, starts whining and carrying on like it’s her job (BECAUSE, BASICALLY IT IS!), which normally annoys the heck out of me. However, this time, I’m totally on her side, because she’s whining for a VERY Good Cause . . . the Continuation of Seric Sex. Her first argument is that, since Beeelll is not HER king, he can’t just go barging into her house, and taking her nearly seven-foot tall Viking Vampire Vibrator! Then again, technically this is Amnesia Eric’s house now . . . so, YES, he can.
Sookie – 0; King Cockblock – 1
But Sookie gains back the lead, by seeing Bill’s holier-than-thou “Respect my AUTHORITAYYYY” “I’m really doing this for your own good” explanation for Eric’s arrest as exactly what it is: Jealous Ex-Boyfriend Bullcrap.
“Hey. why don’t you just go back to screwing your great great great great granddaughter and leave me alone!”
First Bill argues that Eric is a danger to himself and other’s because he is under the influence of a necromancer . . . It may sound kinky. But don’t let those big fancy words fool you. He’s REALLY just talking about THIS chick . . .
“Don’t you worry, Witchiepoo! A little Visine will clear that RIGHT UP!”
Bill then COMPLETELY contradicts himself, by asserting, alternatively, that Eric is NOT under the influence of
a necroblahblahblah Marnie, a.k.a. Witchiepoo, but is actually FAKING his Amnesia to get into Sookie’s pants! (Come on . . . admit it, this would be a BRILLIANT idea, if it were actually true.)
“Ooh! Would you guys please remind me to try that one on Elena, next season?”
“Well, WHICH is it, Asshat?” Inquiring Sookies want to know. . .
Sookehhhhh – 2; Beeeeeelll – 1
Sookie then blatantly calls Bill out on being jealous, and not being able to cope with the fact that she moved on, despite the fact that HE has been sticking his fangs into every single relative that comes his way.
Sookie – 5, Douchey – 1
“Believe it or not, my existence does not revolve around what or WHO is between your legs,” Bill retorts . . .
OK . . . now, even I have to admit . . . that was pretty darn funny . .
Sookie – 5, That vampire Stephen Moyer plays on True Blood – 2
SOOKIE: “So, you buy my house, and you think my legs are going to magically pop open for you?” (ANSWER- YES!)
ERIC: “Hi King Bill, my name is Eric Northman. I am both the WHAT and the WHO between Sookie’s legs.
Sookie then pleads for Bill’s leniency, and refuses to leave without her Amnesia Eric. This wasn’t exactly a witty retort. However, Sookie gets a point for this, just because it shows how much she loves Amnesia Eric, which pleases my Seric-loving heart to no end.
Sookie -6, Grandkid f*&ker -2
But then, Bill takes Eric away ANYWAY, and instructs his minions to throw Sookie out as a trespasser, if she ever comes on his property again.
Uh oh . . .
Sookie – 6, Bill (the CHEATER!) – 2072.
GAME OVER, SOOKIE . . . at least, FOR NOW . . .
Smells Like Death (Tastes Like Chicken)
You know, for the last two weeks, I couldn’t even look at poor Face Off Pam, because she was so hideous looking, that she made me want to vomit. But Near-Death, Face Off Pam is oddly adorable, with her peekaboo blanket, and Kewpie Doll Eyes. Thanks Alan Ball, for letting me hang on to my dinner this week . . .
Eric is chilling in Ye Olde Jailhouse of Vampire Bill (where, at this rate, HALF the cast will be residing, by season’s end). However, as it turns out, he’s not alone. His progency, Face Off Pam is there too.
You know, seeing this, I couldn’t help but wonder how DUMB King Bill is, to think that it wouldn’t be the LEAST bit risky to put two allies, who are BOTH arguably under a necroblahblahblahs influence, in the same cell together. I mean, that’s just ASKING for trouble, don’t you think?
Pam thinks so too, which is why she quickly reveals herself as the stench of death that Amnesia Eric smells. You can see a bit of Eric’s old “father-daughter” connection with Pam, when he compels her to remove her security blanket from her face. He then, sadly, gently asks her whether she is afraid.
Perhaps, it is Eric’s indication that he still cares for Pam, that prompts her to try to get him to remember who he truly IS. Hint: He’s NOT someone who would EVER bow down to a self-loathing, power hungry, pompous dork, like Bill Compton. (Her words. . . not mine.)
Unfortunately, for Pam, Amnesia Eric has decided (for now, at least) that he no longer wants to remember his old life, and that the eating, screwing and laughing Viking Vampire he used to be is no longer
(unless he’s eating, screwing and laughing with SOOKIE, of course).
Denial Ain’t A River in Egypt (It’s a Stick up King Cockblock’s ASS)
“Hello, my name is Nan Flanaghan. My facial expression hasn’t changed in 1,000 years. Who needs Botox, when you have Bloodbox?”
When the alarm on Bill’s balls rings, he logs in to his daily Skype session with the woman who has those twins in a vice grip. Desperately seeking a pat on the forehead or a doggie treat, Bill tells Nan that he has the necromaniboobla and Eric in his custody.
“Please tell me I’m a Good Boy, and validate my continued existence on this Earth.”
Nan boredly asks what King Cockblock would like to do about this little “situation.” In response, Bill (SURPRISE!) recommends that AmnesiaEric be given the True Death (AND NOT WITCHIEPOO? Does that make sense to anyone else?) because ERIC is
having hot glorious sex with Sookie under the witch’s power, and is, therefore a way better lover than BEEELL could ever be a “danger to himself and others.” Nan agrees to “look” into it, and reminds Bill that he has a “tolerance meeting” coming up. Riiiiight, because Mr. Kill Now, Ask Questions Later, is just the epitome of “tolerant.”
In Cockblock’s defense, he looks like he feels guilty about sentencing Eric to the True Death . . . for about two seconds . . . but then he gets over it, because, apparently guilt isn’t “Kingly” Who knew?
Someone Buy Evil Baby a Cabbage Patch doll, or something . . . please?
When we last left Arlene and Terry, things were really heating up between them. Unfortunately, I mean that literally . . .
The not-too-swift couple awakens to find their house bursting into flames. Terry rushes to collect the other children and his pet Armadillo, while Arlene searches the house frantically for her suddenly FAVORITE son (even though she was deathly afraid of and hated him for the past four episodes). The family rushes to the safety of the street, just about two seconds ,before the entire interior of the house literally goes up in smoke!
Arlene is now wailing hysterically, because she never found Evil Baby, and now he is probably Barbecue Baby. But wait! He’s OUTSIDE. In fact, he’s been there since right before the fire started . . . almost as if SOMEONE came and got him out of there, personally. Could it be the weird ghost lady seen waving at Evil Baby toward the end of the scene? Quite possibly . . .
But, hey, as long as the baby armadillo is OK, than I’m OK!
In other news, Andy Bellefleur thinks Sam is a slumlord, because people keep getting shot up, possessed, and burned up in the apartments he rents out. I’m inclined to agree. (Just don’t eat my face for it, Sam. Mmm-kay?)
Speaking of Andy, being a V addict has apparently done WONDERS for his sex life! Here’s Holly, who JUST HAD HER HOUSE, more or less, burnt to a crisp, and Andy STILL MANAGES to score a date with her! How’s that for class?
“If he can lift that couch, imagine what he could do with me?”
And, to think, SHE’S not even a relative of his . . . PORTIA!
Tommy Merlotte – A New Kind of Cockblock . . .
There are SO many ways to misread this picture . . .
They say you can never truly know a person, until you have walked a mile in his shoes. Well, I would venture to guess that the same general concept applies to his skin. It all starts when Sam calls Tommy — who is still reeling from MURDERING BOTH OF HIS PARENTS and feeding them to the alligators along with some marshmallows . . .
He then asks his baby brother to open the bar on his behalf. This results in Tommy Boy having what I like to refer to as a “Man in the Mirror” Moment. That cliched scene, you see in many TV shows and films in which someone LITERALLY looks in the mirror, and DOESN’T like what they see. But, fear not Fangbangers, this, otherwise dull Man-in-The-Mirror Moment comes with a bit of a twist
That’s right, boys and girls! We guessed correctly. Having killed his Ma and Pa, Tommy is now, for better or worse, a skinwalker, and his first shift, is into SAM.
Kudos to Sam Trammell for pulling off “Tommy/Sam” with aplomb, this week
If you didn’t always get such lame storylines, I’d probably like your character a lot more. Though “Tommy/Sam” looks exactly like Sam, he is actually VERY different in that:
(1) he walks like he perpetually has a poop in his pants;
(2) he hits on the female bar patrons, like it’s his job;
(3) and . . . oh yeah . . . he is a TOTAL douchebag (Well . . . Sam is too sometimes, I guess, but Tommy/Sam is way worse.)
Tommy/Sam started off his day, by telling a tearful Sookie that, NO, she can’t take off YET ANOTHER day of work to go hunting for Sex Toy Eric Northman. Why? You ask? Well, she pretty much ALWAYS takes off from work, and gets away with it . . . because she is Sookie. And Sookie smells like “Sunshine in a pretty blonde bottle.”
“Don’t you at least want to sniff my butt before I go?”
The funny thing is that as AWFUL Tommy is to go behind Sam’s back and fire his favorite employee
who he is secretly in love with, Tommy/Sam kind of had a point. I mean, think about it, Sookie spent the entire Second Season in Dallas, and the entire THIRD Season in Mississippi. Then she spent a YEAR hanging with the fairies. Don’t you think her vacation time should be finished by now?
Though Sookie is certainly not doing it intentionally, I think Tommy is right in assuming that the blonde fairy princess takes advantage of Sam, by using his obvious attraction to her to get what she wants.
Other people Tommy/Sam manipulated this week include:
(1) Jessica, who he promoted from hostess to waitress (Well . . . that was kind of a nice thing to do, but still);
Tommy always did have a bit of a hard-on for her.
(3) Maxine, who told him what she REALLY thought of Tommy Boy (Hint: He’s dumber than a box of rocks, and not quite as kind); and
Hint: Not much . . .
(4) Luna who . . . well . . . he engaged in some VERY awkward sex with, only to VIOLENTLY kick her out of the house, the following morning, so she wouldn’t see him change from Tommy/Sam into just plain old Tommy. (Now THAT was just wrong.)
You know, of all people, you would think that Luna, a skinwalker herself, would catch on to EXACTLY what Tommy /Sam was trying to do! But, NOPE! It was just a bit more mindless sex for her with the guy wearing Sam’s skin . . .
After the whole ordeal is over, Tommy shifts BACK into his own body, retching disgustingly in the sink, before he falls to the ground, unconscious. He’s still laying there like THAT, when Sam finally comes home to find him. I’d say there’s a chance he might not wake up, but that would be REALLY naive of me.
We just aren’t that lucky.
Speaking of altered states . . .
It’s the Great Brujo, Charlie Brown . . .
“I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your creepy goat killer’s shack down . . .”
Grandpa Goatlicker is pretty obviously still pissed at Jesus, for escaping his evil clutches at age seven or so. So, to get revenge, he forces the poor twenty something and his boyfriend to wait in the bushes for their
horse drawn carriage to come, and rescue them Cinderella-style spirit animal to meander on over, and request to be murdered “for a good cause.”
The whole exchange between Laffy and Jesus in the woods kind of reminds me of It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown children’s special . . .
Jesus is Linus, the staunch believer, even in the face of Laffy (Charlie Brown’s) sincerely doubting voice. But just when you’ve started to write of Grandpa Ghostlicker as a sociopathic wackadoo, a poisonous snake arrives at Jesus’ feet, ripe and ready to croak.
And croak he does . . . until Grandpa Goat Licker brings it back to life, and instructs it to issue a deadly poisonous bite to his own grandson.
I’m not entirely sure how Grandpa GoatLicker knows this. However, he somehow seems to sense that Laffy is a gateway to the dead. (DAMMIT! Are there NO humans left on this show?) So, not long after Jesus starts to lose consciousness, Laffy starts speaking in Spanish, and harnessing the power of an old dead relative of Jesus’ to bring him back to life.
Interesting . . .
Of course, as we know, Laffy isn’t the only witch with the power to get possessed by dead people (which, when you think about it, is actually a pretty lame “magical power.”) Witchiepoo’s got “the gift” as well . . .
Witchiepoo . . . I SEE YOU!
“You know, before I got this part, I auditioned for the role of Buffy the Vampire Slayer? Wanna see? Hiiiiiyaaah!”
So, we’ve got Witchiepoo all sad and locked up in her little Beel-created prison. She’s crying to her inner witch goddess to help her out ONCE AGAIN. (Geez! Talk about a NAG!) So, we are treated to a few more of those truly disturbing flashbacks in which INNER witch is raped and tortured by vampires, and Witchiepoo is forced to watch.
That’s when it happens. Witchiepoo slits her wrist, asks INNER witch to USE HER to accomplish her goals. And POOOF! INTO Witchiepoo’s mouth Inner Witch goes!
OPEN WIDE, Witchiepoo! Here comes the choo-choo train!
We learn from the flashbacks that INNER witch and her coven were able to control a whole slew of raping and torturing vampires, causing them to SEEMINGLY willingly walk into the sun and burn to death, while the public watched in horror. Now, I suspect, the same thing is going to happen to Mr. Clean the Vampire Sheriff . . .
Admittedly, Mr. Clean was not so MISTER CLEAN, back when he gleefully raped and repeatedly bit Inner Witch a long time ago. And NOW, it looks like Mr. Clean is about to become Mr. Definitely Dead, when he dazedly enters the lions den of the newly-possessed Witchiepoo’s cage and falls to his knees with a petrified, but dazed, look on his face.
Witchiepoo stares down at Mr. Clean with a haughty look on her face, “Ya little f*&k,” she calls him.
Little f*&k, indeed . . .
Nice knowing ya, Mr. Clean . . . (Well . . . not really nice, but whatever . . .)
Night of the Living Werepanther?
“Why do I always seem to wind up like THIS?”
Poor Jason Stackhouse! Kidnapped raped, and defiled by crazy inbred werepanthers, left to die on the side of the road, and forced to endure strange sex dreams about his best friend’s girlfriend AND his best friend . . .
No wonder he’s hiding out in his room, chained to a bedpost . . . wait . . . huh?
Well, it’s taken a few episodes, but Sookie finally seems to remember that she has a brother, and that he hasn’t been around, recently . . .
So, off she rushes to Jason’s bedside, where she finds him cuffed to the bed. Of course, her first inquiry is, “Is this a SEX thing?”
Which it isn’t . . . for once.
In fact, this is a decidedly NON-Sex thing. Jason has merely decided to take certain precautions, just in case his inner inbred werepanther should decide to make an appearance, due to the Full Moon. He’d prefer not to eat his friends and family, thank you very much. “I ain’t never going to forgive myself, if I bite your head off,” offers Jason sweetly. (Now, that’s BROTHERLY LOVE!)
“But once you turned, wouldn’t the cuffs just fall off?” Sookie wonders, quite rationally.
Oops . . . it looks like someone is going to have to re-read Werepanthers for Dummies again . . .
Eventually, Sookie uncuffs Jason and convinces him to go ouside and share a beer with her. You know, with all the craziness going on in this show, it’s been a while since we’ve been treated to a quiet brother / sister moment. We get a nice one here, when Jason asks Sookie to shoot him in the head, if he starts sprouting fur. (I’M SERIOUS! It was a sweet moment, OK!)
“Uh-uh!” Sookie says. “That was not part of the deal.”
“But you PROMMISSSSED!” Jason whines, in his best petulant five-year old voice.
“I said I’d take care of you.”
“What did you think I meant by that, change my kitty litter?” Jason exclaims . . .
“Please, don’t let Sookie change my kitty litter! She’ll go off and have sex with Eric, and forget to do it.”
Sookie, who knows full well, what it’s like to be a supernatural freak, tells Jason that he can’t run from who is, and that he should embrace his inner werepanther, if that’s what he ends up being. Girlfriend’s like a Supernatural Dr. PHIL!
Eventually, Sookie leaves the porch to go get another beer. But when she returns, Jason is GONE!
But don’t you worry about Jason, kiddies! He’s in good hands . . . specifically, the hands of the women who fed him his blood, and can now FEEL HIS FEELINGS . . .
Yes, I suspect she can feel THOSE feelings too!
Jessica is working at Merlotte’s, when she FEELS Jason . . . um, well, she feels HIS FEAR I should say
we’ll save the more fun stuff for later!, and decides to go outside, and comfort him . . .
When Jason admits to Jessica that this might be the night of his first werepanther turning, the baby vampire, remembering HER first night turning into a supernatural creature, decides to spend the night with him, so that he doesn’t have to endure his transformation alone. *insert porn music here*
So, of COURSE, you all know what MY TVD brain was thinking about, don’t you?
That’s right, boys and girls! Here, we have yet another reason why Caroline Forbes and Baby Vamp Jessica are kindred spirits, who, unfortunately, may never meet
except in the context my fanfiction, of course . . .
I have to say, I adored the sweetness and innocence of the way Jason and Jessica related to one another. As Jason said, he’s not exactly someone known for his IMPULSE control . . .
And the fact that Jason chooses Jessica’s boobs as his “happy place,” while she comforts him through his panic attack, certainly does not bode well for his ability to remain loyal to his best friend for the long haul. But for now, Jason and Jessica are simply two individuals, who are chastely trying to put aside their romantic feelings for one another, in order to protect the heart of someone they both care about VERY deeply . . .
Well . . . maybe not THAT deeply.
Given what he has been through, and their innate connection, Jessica finds herself able to relate and confide in Jason, in ways she can’t with Hoyt, who always seems so squeamish about the whole Vampire Thing. “It’s exciting,” admits Jessica of her newly vampire status, a dreamy look in her eyes. “I am fast, and strong. I can smell and taste things that I never smelled and tasted before. My world used to be small. But now it is endless.”
Together Jessica and Sookie have been so very good at selling Jason on this whole Supernatural thing, that by the time the end of the night comes, he’s actually disappointed that he DIDN’T change into a werepanther. “Why did Sookie get all the special?” He pouts adorably.
“How could YOU not think you are special?” Jessica wonders out loud. “
You have the virility of a wild animal, and the body of an Adonis. I would very much like to f*&k you right now for hours and hours on end.”
Well, how could Jason not be turned on by an admission like that? Sitting close to one another, in the moonlight, limbs touching, faces inches a part, there comes the inevitable moment in which Jason and Jessica almost kiss. But it’s Jason, Mr. No Impulse Control, himself who breaks the spell, all for the love of a good man named Hoyt.
The two fumble their goodbyes, giving eachother friendly shoulder pounds, and vowing not to tell their friend about THIS.
But, honestly, when people this attractive are mutually attracted to one another, it’s really only a matter of time before the BONING starts . . .
Sorry, Hoyt! Sometimes the truth hurts . . .
We come now to two stories, I honestly don’t care all that much about . . .
Meet Tara Thornton and Packmaster Marcus . . . again . . .zzzzzzzzz . . . OMG SERIC SEX, YESSSSS!
There’s nothing like a heaping helping of Hot Hate Sex to really start an evening out right . . .
Last week, Tara’s new girlfriend discovered that Tara’s name is not Toni, and that she doesn’t hail from Georgia. So, Guest Star travels down to Bon Temps all the way from New Orleans, to give her a piece of her mind. Except . . . she ends up giving her a piece of . . . um . . . well . . . something else.
In between screw and necking sessions, Tara gives her girlfriend the full Bon Temps tour, complete with a trip to Merlotte’s and . . . the parking lot at Merlotte’s. Tara’s girl seems surprisingly OK with the whole “the woman you love has been lying to you about EVERYTHING for six-months thing.” So, I guess the sex must be REALLY good. However, before the “Happy Couple” can broach the issue of whether Tara will return to New Orleans, Faceoff Pam materializes. And she . . . is . . . PISSED!
Be afraid Special Guest Star! Be VERY afraid!
Blah, blah, blah, Debbie needs a new were-pack to stay sober in Bon Temps . . .
Debbie Downer and Packmaster Greasypoo
blah, blah, blah Alcide is whipped, and decides to attend the new pack meeting, against his better judgment . . .
Your storyline may be SUPER boring this season, Alcide. But you still look DAMN sexy, when you are angry!
On the way to their pack meeting, Debbie Downer and Alicide run into a Gun-Toting, One-Woman Search Party for Jason, Sookie, who pisses them off, (but mostly just Debbie Downer) by comparing them to those slimy rape-loving werepanthers.
“Hey, if the fur fits . . .”
To Sookie’s relief, Alcide informs her that, NO, to his knowledge a human cannot get turned into a werepanther, simply by being bitten. Thrilled, Sookie dashes back through the forest, as a hungry-eyed Alcide watches her, undoubtedly wishing that the two of hem could engage in SHOOTING of an entirely different sort. Debbie notices the bedroom eyes on her boyfriend, and is CLEARLY not amused . . .
“I’ll get you my HUNKY . . . and your little FAIRY too!”
Still screaming her lungs out in her trademark nails on chalkboard voice for Jason, Sookie encounters another man in the forest . . .
BUT WAIT! HOW DID MY LOVERBOY REMOVE HIMSELF FROM THE CLUTCHES OF EVIL BILL? Let’s backtrack a moment . . .
“I was born the night she found me.”
Back at King Cockblock’s Castle, Beeel’s goons bring out a very-docile Amnesia Eric, who is ready and accepting of the King’s decision to give him the true death. “From what I’ve been told, I was a barbarian thug, who never respected your authority . . . He is a stranger to me. I have nothing to say in his defense.”
Once again, Bill is taken back by Amnesia Eric’s calm acceptance of what is about to happen to him. So, taken aback, in fact, that he allows Amnesia Eric to make two last requests. (1) “Release Pam, at the rate she is decomposing, she can no longer be any threat to you.” AND . . . here’s the big one.
(2) “Tell Sookie I was born the night that she found me, and because of her, I went to the True Death, knowing what it means to love.”
All together now, AWWWW!
Bill of course, is nauseated by this oddly sentimental showing of affection for his ex, by his sworn enemy, at least until Eric bangs him on the head with this . . . “[Sookie] still cares for you. After I am gone, I hope you two will find your way back to eachother . . . because she deserves happiness from whoever can give it to her.”
Well, that did it . . . cue the water works! The last thing we see, is a very mopey-faced Bill preparing to bring his fancy schmancy stake down on Amnesia Eric’s head.
But THEN we cut to THIS . . .
WOOHOO! YIPPPEEE! YEEHAW!
Well, well, well . . . look who went and grew a soul!
I never thought I’d say this, but THANK YOU BILL! Thank you for giving us Fangbangers the gift of Seric Sex! Feel free to go lay as many ancestors as you’d like now! I promise I won’t judge . . . much.
See you next week, Fangbangers!