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Bill Compton’s house was nothing like any other vampire’s home Jessica had been in. Sure, it was old, probably older than he was. But old didn’t make it any more appealing. It had aged more like a mouldy cheese than a fine wine — the whole place just gave her the creeps.
She figured that Bill, maybe, wasn’t all that bad? Perhaps that was her naivety though. Pam always said she was ‘too fuckin’ trustin’’, but she liked to see the good in everyone, especially in times like this.
There was no way, vampire or not, that someone would just imprison her without good cause. Alright, she had done nothing wrong, but Bill must have been pushed to do this, right? Something, or someone must have driven him to this point?
She missed Pam though.
Missed her more than anything in the entire world.
Jessica had loved her before she had been turned of course, but now, after, being apart from her was like being starved of air. She was still new - a baby as other vampires had referred to her as. She needed her maker.
“Jessica — I warmed you a Tru Blood.”
She looked up to the doorway where Bill now stood. It had been less than twenty four hours since he took her, and even though it felt like weeks, she’d been refusing to eat.
“A’ ain’t hungry.”
Perhaps it was her vampire instincts, but she could feel his annoyance — ten-fold.
“I’m not askin’ Jessica,” he insisted, thrusting the bottle toward her. She had no choice but to take it.
She wrinkled her nose, and sniffled the bottle — O-Negative, not her favourite by any means. Still, she knew not to push her luck.
He was still hovering over her, so she looked up, and bravely took a sip.
“Thanks,” she spoke with a wince, at least that seemed to appease him. What sort of captor actually fed their prisoner?
“Will you tell me where my maker is now?” She quickly asked, before he had a chance to leave the room. It hadn’t been the first time either. “Please?”
Bill stopped, his hands balled into fists.
“For the fifteenth time. I am not privy to that information.”
The thing was, he was. And Jessica, although she had no idea what was going on or why, she could feel how close her maker was. She’d been calling out to her for hours now. Something was stopping Pam from reaching her, something or - someone.