Aftermath

She groaned, slowly waking despite her body feeling like she'd been put through a paper shredder. As she opened her eyes she found herself in a moderately dark room. Disoriented she turned her head only to hiss at a sharp stinging pain on her neck. How strange.

She looked at a digital clock that read 3:30pm and blinked. The last thing she remembered was trying to go back to her hotel after feeling ill at the party. That must have been around 11pm the latest. Theres no way she's been asleep for that long.

As she let her eyes explore the room without moving her neck things got stranger. This wasn't her hotel room, none of her personal effects were there. SURELY she didn't go back to a hotel room with someone, she'd have some recollection of that right?

As she scoured her brain slowly little pieces came to her. She remembered trying to make a call, then....someone...someone broke her phone. She was being pushed into an elevator... then a room...then.... oh god. She shot up from the bed and bit back the hiss of pain that came out of her lips. She was naked on a strange bed, in a strange room. Someone must have drugged her drink. How would they know what to drug it with? she was a wolf, normal human drugs didn't work so easily on her. She tried to raise her arm which was painful to remove the sheet. As she brought her arm up she felt her stomach drop in horror which made her sick. It was covered in fang marks; from her wrists all the way up to her shoulder and as she pulled back the sheets she realized her whole body was.

Some vampire had made her swiss cheese and as she tried to get out of bed she realized her body stung because of the myriad of bites. She rolled painfully out and flopped pathetically unto the floor. Groaning in pain she tried to get on her feet only to find that her left ankle had been broken, probably to prevent her from escaping. She managed to crawl her way to the bathroom only to empty the contents of her stomach. Feeling purged she had one thought in mind, to try and call for help. She wasn't sticking around until sundown to have her attacker come back.

Forcing herself to her one good foot she hopped out back to the bedroom. Looking around there wasn't much except the usual room service telephone. She hoped to god she could dial out of the hotel. Sitting on the bed she looked at the phone. Aside from it being pretty it had a small tag that had the number of the room on a Red Dragon card. She debated who to call. The cops wouldn't help, they'd get glamoured on the spot and chances were anyone in this hotel wouldn't either....except one...

Frantically she searched her mind for the number, it had been AGES since she'd dialed it and she hoped he hadn't changed it or she was screwed. She dialed the phone and waited. Two rings.....three....four..... then the mechanical voice came on.

You have reached.... "Bill Compton"... to leave a message press 1 or wait for the tone...

Pressing 1 like it was a life line she managed to take one calming breath before the tone.

"Bill, it's me Kiara. I...I need your help. I'm in room 824 at the Red Dragon. Something bad happened...please...just... come get me" she said before the tone cut her off. She hung up the phone, hoping somehow the Vampire King would choose today of all days to wake up early.

As she looked around again frantically she wrapped the sheet around her body. It wasn't until now that she noticed something on the desk furthest from her. Leaning over while still on the bed she realized it was a photo, and as she leaned closer she felt anger bubble up inside her.

It was a picture of herself and Victor Madden, both naked and rather intimately spooned in bed with a caption "I'm glad you changed your mind" written in red. Clearly the picture had been taken BEFORE the asshole had decided to poke holes in her.

She vowed then and there that she would kill that vampire if it was the last thing she'd ever do.

Bill had been searching for Kiara for over three hours now, his legs stumbling as he continued to fall into the slot machines as he forced his way through the crowds of both vampires and humans as his eyes were still hazy and clouded. He was sure that he had seen Kiara watching him whilst he had been on stage, he just had too find her. He needed too find her, he had to tell her what was going on in his head. As the bright lights that flashed from the Casino slot machines and the echoing noise of the chips dropping into the tray bottom which made his ears hurt as he heard clapping and the joys of laughter swirl around him.



He still felt very giddy as he laughed to himself as he tried to find another waiter with another glass of blood, his mouth felt dry and parched. What kind of Royal blend had the King provided them all with? Had it only been him that had been affected? He did notice that Eric Northman had been in Casino which could have only meant that Sookie would have been there. And Jessica? He had not seen Jessica for hours. Kiara, Kiara, he needed to find Kiara. He focused on finding Kiara, he felt a buzzing in his pocket and slid his hand in and found his cell as it flashed with one voicemail. As he raised the cell closer to his face to try to focus onto the screen, he finally found the answer button and stumbled to raise the cell to his ears and tried to listen.

"Bill, it's me Kiara. I...I need your help. I'm in room 824 at the Red Dragon. Something bad happened...please...just... come get me" and the cell went silent.

As he slid the cell phone closed and tried several times to slide it into his pocket, room 824, room 824. He spotted an elevator and pushed aside the humans that stood in his way as he pressed the call button to summon the elevator to the ground floor. He was on his way.

While locked in the room she'd tried to splint her ankle. It just gave her one more reason to skin Victor alive. She wrapped a pillow as tight as she could on it to cushion it. She fell back on the bed. She felt weak, her chest hurt not to mention she was so hungry it was making her almost delirious.

It had been a while since she'd left Bill the message. She was surprised she'd even remembered his number. If nothing else she'd fight her way as soon as someone opened that door and get herself out of here. It didn't help she looked like a fangbanger with all the bite marks and as she'd spent a few minutes checking her body she realized Victor had bitten herin some very private places. She still couldn't remember everything that happened but she knew enough that subconsciously she'd be having nightmares for weeks.

He waited and he waited, then he waited some more. He had kept his eyes on the little screen above the doors as it showed that the elevator was going to every other floor than the ground floor that he was waiting on. He drummed his fingers on the wall as he continued to wait, until he saw that it was descending to his floor. At last! The doors sprung open and he instantly slid inside and almost broke the button to the floor he wanted, where he needed too go. As the doors closed at a small group of people tried to enter the elevator as they yelled out having to wait for another ride. The melodic elevator music irritated Bill more than he realized as he tried to tune it out as he waited impatiently, he giggled to himself as he remembered the song that he had song before. As the elevator finally halted to a stop.

He stumbled from the elevator as the bright lights blinded him as he lay slumped against the wall as he tried to steady himself, but failed. A long hallway filled with doors as he found himself unsure of which way to go, he debated for a moment before heading left as he passed each door, trying to read the numbers that passed him.

"817.....819.....820.........821......822......823.......824" he stopped as he had found the correct door, now standing in front of the door, he began twisting the door handle.

This door was different from the others. Unlike the others this one had a bolt lock that only opened from the outside. Kiara blinked, hearing the door handle being used. She clutched the sheet to her body, wondering if it was Bill or Victor.

She kept herself mostly hidden. If it was Victor she'd play the passive captor until she had the chance to escape. If it was Bill...well she hoped he had a bit of pity on her case and didn't assume she'd been a willing participant.

Bill continued to turn the handle on the door before he realized that it had been bolted from the outside, as he slid the bolt from the lock and he turned back to opening the door. The room was dark from what he could see, and he could barely focus on anything as his head was running circles in its own way. But he had to try to focus, all his senses were still clouded, but he didn't know why. His insides felt like jelly and his legs were the same as he stumbled into the room, grasping the door for support.

"K-Kiara........*he whispered* Kiara?" he whispered once again as he tried too see if she was still here.

She blinked and sighed in relief as it was Bill who came through the door. "Bill..." she said before she raised an eyebrow. He looked off, like he was drunk. Great, her would be rescuer was off his rocker.

"Bill are you alright?" she asked, scooting over to the edge of the bed. She managed to stand a bit on one leg. He stumbled to her desk and she touched his arm. "Bill whats wrong?" she asked. What the hell had they fed him? Vampires only got drunk from fae blood and it had to be very large amounts. They would have to drain her fae donors to get anywhere near the amount needed.

Bill continued to stumble around the room as it was still in darkness as he stumbled into a desk just as he entered the room, as she asked if he was alright. He let out a loud giggle as he closed his eyes as tried to revel as though his mind was set free, as free as the time he reveled in the presence of Lilith.

"I-I am fine........I-I saw you....downstairs.....did you see me sing?" he whispered as he set into a fit of giggles.

She growled and actually slapped him. "Focus Bill! I can't have you drunk when I just got fang raped" she said, sitting him down. She was already feeling dizzy from standing bit if Bill was high on...something he needed some fresh blood to help him purge.

She bit into her wrist, which wasn't hard since there were already with fang marks. she was soon bleeding and she shoved her wrist in his mouth. "Drink now. I ain't got long before I pass out again and I need help" she said, wondering why she was the one helping him now.

He felt a sharp sting on his cheek as her hand collided with his face which only brought him further out into a fit of giggles as she guided him towards the edge of the bed which he nearly fell off but managed to steady himself but just barely. It wasn't until he felt something being forced against his lips as blood spilled into his mouth as he gurgled and spluttered the blood that dripped down his chin. As he slurped on the blood that poured into his mouth he felt his head explode like there was a burning blaze behind his eyes as the burst of giggles that he was having before stopped and he pulled his lips away from her wrist as he stood and speedily backed himself into the wall which cracked as the impact as he took in un-needed gulps of air to fill his lungs, although not needing to. His eyes became blurry again as they tried to focus on his surroundings.

"W-What's happening *he looked over to the bed* K-Kiara?" he quizzed as though what had happened all became blank, whatever had happened was all a blank.

She was breathing slowly. "Are....you...sober?" she asked weakly. She fell on the bed, her wrist still bleeding. Giving him blood nearly made faint. The sheet fell from her body, exposing all the bite marks it had covered. She looked at him, her eyes glazed over and unfocused.

"you....were....drunk..." she said, her voice sounding weaker with every word. She barely managed to raise her arm and point at the desk where the picture of her and Victor lay before her arm fell limply back to her side.

As he regained part of his senses, but still felt a little giddy inside, he tried to hard to stop himself from bursting out into another fit of giggles. As moved closer to the bed and sank to the floor as the sheet that was draped across her body slid of her skin, his eyes focused on the several amounts of vampire bites covering her smooth skin, dried blood that now flaked and some area's bruised around the puncture holes.

"Who-Who was here with you?" his sense of smell was still not fully functional as he pulled the sheet that was now bundled on the floor and picked it up to cover her bite ridden frame. His eyes focused on her own to protect her modesty.

Her eyes were glassy and it took her several seconds to respond to his question. "Vi..ctor..." she said softly. It was taking all her strength to remain conscious. She hadn't been this beaten down since her days as a fighting wolf slave under Russel Edgington. She only hoped Bill regained his senses quickly enough to be of some help, before she closed her eyes and never woke up.

Bill could hear her decreased heartbeat as she forced the words from her lips, "Vi..ctor" he felt his blood boil. Victor had always had grievances with Bill for as long as he could remember, since he was in the court of Sophie-Ann. He stood from the floor and he sped over to sit down on the edge of the bed, her heart beat had decreased severely, raising his wrist to his lips he bit down as his blood pooled around his lips. He lowered his wrist to her mouth as she tried to fight to stay conscious as he forced his blood into her mouth as she continued to fight. The wound on his wrist was slowly beginning to close so he returned his wrist to his fangs and bit down again before returning his wrist to her mouth and could feel her pull on his wrist which made him let out a small giggle.

The wound on his wrist healed once again. He bent down to make sure her body was covered and he scooped her up into his arms, making sure that was as fully covered as he could make her. A small groan escaped her lips as she settled into his arms. He continued to stumble across the room, his legs were still like jelly. He had too find someone safe to keep her, his own suite. Jessica....Jessica would be out. He giggled at where Jessica would be. As he kicked the door open, he peered around the door to find the hallway empty and quiet as he carried her to his suite. He needed blood, he felt weak, and he was thirsty.

Kiara fought the blood, but in the end she gave into it. Her body was so weak that the V wouldn't pull her into any frenzies, not yet anyways. Slowly all the bite marks began to close, leaving her skin bare, but unblemished. She groaned. She could feel Bill carrying her and her only thought was that he better not drop her. Whatever was wrapped around her body began to help her feel warm as her skin regained its color.