*FLASHBACK*
Bill had been wondering through the woods for what seemed to be hours. With no stars to be seen in the sky, it almost felt as though he was purely alone. He was feeling drained as he was not at his usual strength as he had been silvered and his blood had been drawn from his body by V addicted wolves that had abducted him from a very important engagement with Sookie.
As the wolves let their tongues glide along his open wounds as they sapped up all of his seeping blood. His cool skin, covered in thin layers of mud, smears of crisped blood that had dried into his body from where the silver blades that they had used to pierce his skin to ingest his blood. As twigs crunched beneath the weight of his weight as he trailed through the clouded dark forest. Tress swaying in the whispering wind, as it trailed across his corpse like skin in gentle waves.
With no shirt no shirt upon his back, exposing his bare chest as he continued to wonder. Until he picked up a familiar feeling, that sent him in a new direction. His ears picking up the sound of the chirping crickets was all that could be heard in the eerie night, after walking a little more his ears picked up the sound of a heart beat. Walking through the draping leaves from a weeping willow, a light broke into sight. It was a motel, and his blood drew his closer to a particular room.
As he headed closer to the motel room, he came to stand outside the old wooden door, raising his hand to the door, he knocked several times.
"Its Bill Compton. I need your help"
Bill had been wondering through the woods for what seemed to be hours. With no stars to be seen in the sky, it almost felt as though he was purely alone. He was feeling drained as he was not at his usual strength as he had been silvered and his blood had been drawn from his body by V addicted wolves that had abducted him from a very important engagement with Sookie.
As the wolves let their tongues glide along his open wounds as they sapped up all of his seeping blood. His cool skin, covered in thin layers of mud, smears of crisped blood that had dried into his body from where the silver blades that they had used to pierce his skin to ingest his blood. As twigs crunched beneath the weight of his weight as he trailed through the clouded dark forest. Tress swaying in the whispering wind, as it trailed across his corpse like skin in gentle waves.
With no shirt no shirt upon his back, exposing his bare chest as he continued to wonder. Until he picked up a familiar feeling, that sent him in a new direction. His ears picking up the sound of the chirping crickets was all that could be heard in the eerie night, after walking a little more his ears picked up the sound of a heart beat. Walking through the draping leaves from a weeping willow, a light broke into sight. It was a motel, and his blood drew his closer to a particular room.
As he headed closer to the motel room, he came to stand outside the old wooden door, raising his hand to the door, he knocked several times.
"Its Bill Compton. I need your help"