"Damn it!" Jason cursed as he sliced his finger on the edge of the blade, the piece of wood splintering in his hand as it cracked down the middle.
He tossed the broken piece of wood across the floor, sucking his thumb of the trickling blood that seeped through the thin cut across his thumb. That had been the third wooden stake that he had tried to carve but with no success. He had just about given up with this whole stake carving, he could have just gone down to the store and bought some already made.
He glanced onto the table as he had compiled several boxes of wooden bullets all with a silver core and a pointed silver tip. He had gone to Monroe to purchase weapons that he would need to protect himself with. He had everything that he would need. He was ready for war. After bandaging up his thumb with a tissue as he knew that he had no plasters in his home, Sookie always had stuff like that...
Two days...Two fuckin days and he had heard nothing from that vamper Eric Northman. He had tried calling on Bill Compton, he knew that he loved Sookie. Thinking that he would help Jason get her back. But he was fucking gone, out of town on business. Vampires good for nothin!
He glanced at his watch,just after 10.a.m, plenty of time to get what he needed to get done before sunset. But god did his thumb hurt, taking that as a note to take a break, he flashed on the TV and began scanning the channels finding something to watch.
He changed the channel again, still trying to find something to pass the time.
He changed the channel again.
Jason grunted, what was with all the vampire crap. He changed the channel again as his eyes were met with flashing images of a press conference as he sat up and finally paid attention to what he was watching.
'I swore an oath to serve and protect the people of this state...People. Not vampires. When humans can no longer walk on their streets at night without fearing for their lives. Then we have to take our streets back. As of this moment, we are closing down all vampire run businesses. That is why i say to any of you. Buy. A. Gun. Stock up on wooden bullets. This is still America. You have the right to defend yourselves and the people you love...Vampires are not human'
'They are not like us. They will destroy our world with their poison. The great state of Louisiana is at war. War with the vampires and everything else there is out there that we don't know about. A war is upon us. Whose side will you choose?'
Jason glared at the TV, Governor Truman Burrell had began chanting a song about anti-vampire rights. The state of Louisiana had declared war on vampires. And for the first time Jason Stackhouse wasn't alone in his mission.
He tossed the broken piece of wood across the floor, sucking his thumb of the trickling blood that seeped through the thin cut across his thumb. That had been the third wooden stake that he had tried to carve but with no success. He had just about given up with this whole stake carving, he could have just gone down to the store and bought some already made.
He glanced onto the table as he had compiled several boxes of wooden bullets all with a silver core and a pointed silver tip. He had gone to Monroe to purchase weapons that he would need to protect himself with. He had everything that he would need. He was ready for war. After bandaging up his thumb with a tissue as he knew that he had no plasters in his home, Sookie always had stuff like that...
Two days...Two fuckin days and he had heard nothing from that vamper Eric Northman. He had tried calling on Bill Compton, he knew that he loved Sookie. Thinking that he would help Jason get her back. But he was fucking gone, out of town on business. Vampires good for nothin!
He glanced at his watch,just after 10.a.m, plenty of time to get what he needed to get done before sunset. But god did his thumb hurt, taking that as a note to take a break, he flashed on the TV and began scanning the channels finding something to watch.
♫♪♬♩ A singer in a smokey room. The smell of wine and cheap perfume. For a smile they can share the night. It goes on and on and on and on. Strangers waiting. Up and down the boulevard. Their shadows searchin' in the night ♫♪♬♩
He changed the channel again, still trying to find something to pass the time.
'From now on, every girl in the world who might be a Slayer, will be a Slayer. Every girl who could have the power, will have the power. Can stand up, will stand up. Slayers, every one of us. Make your choice. Are you ready to be strong?'
He changed the channel again.
'How long have you been seventeen?...a while...I know what you are...Say it...out loud. Say it....Vampire'
Jason grunted, what was with all the vampire crap. He changed the channel again as his eyes were met with flashing images of a press conference as he sat up and finally paid attention to what he was watching.
'I swore an oath to serve and protect the people of this state...People. Not vampires. When humans can no longer walk on their streets at night without fearing for their lives. Then we have to take our streets back. As of this moment, we are closing down all vampire run businesses. That is why i say to any of you. Buy. A. Gun. Stock up on wooden bullets. This is still America. You have the right to defend yourselves and the people you love...Vampires are not human'
'They are not like us. They will destroy our world with their poison. The great state of Louisiana is at war. War with the vampires and everything else there is out there that we don't know about. A war is upon us. Whose side will you choose?'
Jason glared at the TV, Governor Truman Burrell had began chanting a song about anti-vampire rights. The state of Louisiana had declared war on vampires. And for the first time Jason Stackhouse wasn't alone in his mission.
