At Merlotte’s bar and grill, in the early evening hours, Summer and Jackson were behind the bar fixing drinks and placing them onto the serving trays on the counter. Sookie and Arlene would take the trays, and bring them to the appropriate tables. Lee walked up to the kitchen window to collect a food order for one of her tables. She lifts up the tray and carries it on the palm of her hand. As she walks passed the bar, she glances at Summer who is still fixing drinks. She goes to her designated table and hands them their food basket. Lee walks over to the bar and leans up against it.
Lee: Hello, Summer.
Summer: Hello. Do you need anything? (Placing a drink on a serving tray)
Lee: No, I’m good. I was just wondering if you would like to hang out sometime.
Summer: Sure, but right now I’m pretty busy (fixing another drink)
Lee: Okay, that’s cool (flashing her a fake smile)
She quickly spins around, her smile turning into an evil frown as she walks over to her next designated table. Sookie was still ignoring Summer from their fight the previous night. Summer knew that she would get over it eventually, but for now her focus was on Detective Jackson. She would notice that from time to time he would stare at various people in the room, like he was jotting down notes in his mind.
Later, Summer’s shift was over. She decided to head down to Fangtasia to get away from everything. She never use to like going to Fangtasia, actually she dreaded it. Funny how things can change. Her relationship with Eric was progressing but she wasn’t for sure what it was leading to. All she knew was that Eric made her feel good and that’s all that really mattered. After pulling into the parking lot, she stepped out of her car and closed the door. Walking up towards the bar, she could sense that somebody was watching her. She slowly turned around and didn’t notice anybody. All she could see was cars parked in their lots and cars driving down the road ahead. She sighed and eventually stepped inside the bar. Pam, of course, was working the door and smiled as she noticed Summer.
Pam: Well hello, Summer.
Summer: Hi, Pam. Is Eric here tonight?
Pam: Of course. He probably already knows you’re here.
Summer: You’re probably right.
Pam: Have fun (with a grin)
Summer walked passed her and through the crowd of dancing people. The bar was pretty packed. From time to time, they would get tons of customers. She figured there was some sort of deal they offered, like free drinks or ladies night, or something, that would cause tons of people to show up. She stood in front of Eric’s office door and slowly opened it. As she stepped inside, the door slammed shut behind her, and she was pinned up against the door. Eric pressed his lips against hers and kissed her passionately. Summer kissed him back and Eric grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, as they kissed, and he moved over towards the leather sofa. He laid her down on the couch and pressed himself down against her grabbing her thigh and lifting it up around his waist. As his face pulled away from her, she noticed his fangs were out, which meant he was aroused. He leaned down and began kissing her chin and then down to her neck. His lips felt cold against her skin, but she liked the feeling. She could feel his fangs scrapping against her neck, as he licked her. He then bit down and began sucking the blood from her neck. Her blood was sweet and addictive. It used to hurt when he would bite down, but now she was used to the feeling and for some odd reason, it actually felt pretty good. She began pulling off his leather jacket, as he was still feeding from her. His jacket hit the floor and he lifted her up towards him and began lifting up her tank top from her waist and pulling it up over her head. He flung the tank top across the room and began kissing her again.
Later, Summer was sitting on the couch, buttoning up her shorts. Eric sat next to her, with a satisfied grin on his face. He couldn’t stop staring at her. He couldn’t seem to grasp this hold that she had over him. Whenever she was around, he felt happy. No human ever made him feel the way that she made him felt. Summer turned to look at him and smiled.
Summer: Why do you keep looking at me like that?
Eric: Because you’re beautiful.
Summer: (snickering) Okay. I think I should head home.
Eric: I thought you and Summer were fighting.
Summer: We are. (Pause) Hey, are you willing to kill Bill?
Eric: (snickering) Do not tempt me.
Summer stood up from the couch and Eric grabbed her hand, pulling her back down. He immediately leaned in and locked lips with hers. Her lips followed the rhythm of his as he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto him. She was sitting on is lap, facing him as they continued kissing. His hands grasping her back as they made out. She pulled her face away from him and he began kissing her neck, up and down.
Summer: Eric, I really need to go.
Eric: Stay with me (whispering in her ear)
Summer: I would, but I really need to go.
His hands snaked their way up the back of her shirt, as his lips made their way down to her chest. She then smacked his face and he let go. As she got up off his lap, his fangs popped out; aroused by the smack she had given him.
Eric: You know I like it when you take charge (with an evil grin)
Summer: You’re bad.
Eric: But you love it.
Summer: Bye, Eric.
She finally made her way out of his office and then out of the club. As she walked towards her car, she once again felt as if somebody was watching her. Quickly she walked to her car, unlocked the front door, and slid inside. She placed the key in the ignition and sped the car out of the driveway and onto the road ahead.
Meanwhile, near Fangtasia, stepping out from behind a tree was Lee Shaw, the new waitress from Merlotte’s. A black ford truck pulled up and Lee opened the passenger door and stepped inside.
Jared: What the hell are you doing out here? (In the driver seat)
Lee: I’m doing some surveillance. Why is it any of your damn business anyways?
Jared: Because I’m involved in this, too, you know.
Lee: Don’t get your panties all in a twist. Everything is going to turn out just fine.
Jared: What do you plan on doing to her?
Lee: Oh, she’s in a world of hurt, trust me. Nobody kills my man and gets away with it.
Jared: I’m upset that he’s dead; too, Lee, but he deserved what he had coming to him.
Lee: What? (Sounding angry) That was your brother. You should avenge his death (smacking him on the back of his head)
Jared: What the hell, Lee?
Lee: That bitch cut off your brother’s head. Think about that before you defend her next time.
Lee jumps out of the truck, and slams the door shut. Jared pulls out of the parking lot as Lee walks to her car, which is parked around the corner.
At the Stackhouse home, Summer enters the house and notices Bill sitting on the couch with Sookie, holding her hand and watching a movie with her. Summer slams the door shut, rolls her eyes, and runs up the stairs.
Sookie: Don’t worry about her.
Bill: Something is really bothering her.
Sookie: Yeah, you.
Upstairs, Summer steps into her room and closes the door behind her. She peals off her leather jacket and lets it drop to the floor. She then kicks off her shoes and walks over to her bed. Plopping down on the bed, face first, she looks toward her window and notices that it’s wide open. Before she could sit up, Eric appears next to her, on the bed.
Eric: Did I frighten you?
Summer: No. I figured it was you.
Eric: (smiling) I’m not stalking you if that’s what you think. I just thought you would need some company.
Summer: You know what would make me really happy?
Eric: What? Tell me.
Summer: If you go down stairs and kill Bill for me.
Eric: (snickering) And you say I’m bad.
He lies next to her on the bed, on his side and slides his hand through her hair.
Summer: I’m serious. I can’t stand him being in my grandmother’s house.
Eric: We could do something else (with a big grin)
Summer: Ooo…I wonder what that would be (sarcastically)
Eric: Smart-ass.
Summer: Yeah, but you love it.
Eric: I sense that something else is bothering you.
Summer: I feel like somebody is following me. And it’s not you.
Eric: Do you think it’s that cop?
Summer: Might be, but I don’t know.
Eric: Don’t worry about him. If he gets in the way, then I’ll take care of it.
Summer: Everybody keeps saying that. Seriously, I’m not playing. Go downstairs and kill him or just smack him around a bit. That would really make me happy.
Eric: You have the right temperament for a vampire.
Summer: Well that’s not good. Being a vampire would totally suck. (Laughing) I said ‘Suck’.
Eric: I’m glad you’re amused. Seriously, if something was to happen and your only choice was to be made into a vampire, would you agree to that?
Summer: (thinking) Uh…probably not. I like being alive. I love the daytime. Being a vampire wouldn’t be an option. I would rather die.
Eric: Do you really mean that?
Summer: I do. Just promise me that if something does happen to me, that you won’t turn me.
Eric: (hesitating) I promise. If that’s what you choose.
Eric leans towards her face and presses his lips, firmly to hers.
The next morning, Summer opens her eyes and realizes that Eric was gone. He had snuck out through the bedroom window as dawn was approaching. She noticed a small silver box sitting on the pillow next to her. She grabbed the box, and sat up in her bed, clutching the blanket to her chest. Slowly she opened up the box and noticed a necklace inside. It was a stainless steel necklace with a ruby pennant. She formed a big smile on her face, as she took the necklace out of the box and clasped the necklace around her neck.
Downstairs, an hour later, Summer strolls into the kitchen, passing by Sookie, who is sitting at the table eating her breakfast and opens up the refrigerator door. She pulls out the carton of orange juice and then closes the door. Once again, she walks passed Sookie, as if she doesn’t even notice her. She opens up the cabinet and grabs a glass. The cabinet closes and she pours the juice into the glass. As she drank from it, she noticed Sookie staring at her from the table.
Sookie: Can we talk?
Summer: I have to get to work. Sam buzzed me earlier, so it must be urgent. We’ll talk later.
She placed the empty glass in the sink and strolls out of the kitchen. Sookie gets up out of her chair and follows her sister out of the room. Before she could reach her, Summer had already walked out the front door and into her car. Sookie stared at her from the window, as she watched her sister drive off.
At Merlotte’s, Summer pulls into the back gravel road and notices Sam standing outside with Jackson. She begins to feel a sudden fear overwhelm her. She turns the car off and steps out of the car. As she walks up to them, Sam approaches her.
Sam: We need to talk in my office.
Summer: Okay.
Summer follows both Sam and Jackson inside through the back, and down the hallway towards his office. As they stepped into his office, Jackson closes the door behind them.
Summer: What’s up?
Sam: (sitting down in his desk chair) Jackson has something he needs to ask you.
Summer: Okay (swallowing hard)
Jackson: Sam told me that you’ve been to Georgia within the past several months.
Summer: Yeah, so.
Jackson: Did you go by the name Abigail Reed?
Summer: What? (Playing dumb)
Sam: Summer, I told him that you knew he was a cop. So don’t hide anything from him.
She turned to face Jackson, who was standing by the door, making sure she didn’t try to escape.
Summer: Yeah, I went by that name. Why do you ask?
Jackson: I found that name on the hospital’s roster. You had serious injuries. They said you had been involved in a car wreck.
Sam: (shocked) What? You never told me you were involved in an accident.
Summer: Well now you know. Can I go now? (Looking at Jackson)
Jackson: I checked out the vehicle you were in and it seems that your brakes were cut. Were you aware of that?
Summer: No. I had no idea (lying)
Jackson: You’re lying to me. You’re hiding something. Are you protecting those West boys?
Summer: Hell, no.
Jackson: So you do know them? Also, Chris Hunter, who was helping me with my investigation, recently disappeared.
Summer: Maybe he skipped out of town with the rest of them. Is all this really necessary? Shouldn’t I get back to work?
Sam: We are closed this afternoon. That’s another reason why you’re here. I need you to open up the place this evening. I have to run a few errands.
Summer: Sure, no problem. (Looking at Jackson) Are you done asking me questions?
Jackson: For now.
She then walks passed him, opens up the door and leaves. Sam gives Jackson a glance.
Sam: I told you to ease up on her.
Jackson: She’s hiding something and I’m going to find out what.
Later that afternoon, Summer is in the back, in the kitchen, stocking up the freezer with meats and things. She closes the door and latches it shut as she loaded the last box inside. She froze in her tracks as she heard something. She spun around and noticed the door was cracked opened. Walking over to the door, she closed it and locked it. As she was about to step out of the kitchen, she felt a sharp pain in her back, followed by another. The pain was so intense, shooting up and down her spine. Suddenly she felt like the room was spinning around her. Her legs gave out from under her and she fell to the floor, landing on her stomach. As she laid still on the cold surface of the kitchen floor, she felt something warm and wet on her back. Her face was turned to the side on the floor, and she felt as if she wanted to move, but she couldn’t. A pair of white, strapped high heels came to view. The person kneeled down to her level and Summer glanced up. It was Lee Shaw, the new waitress that Sam had hired. Lee had a white rag in her hand along with a big knife. She was cleaning Summer’s blood off of the knife.
Lee: Karma is a bitch, isn’t it?
Summer: What? (Barely able to speak)
Lee: Let me introduce myself. I’m Lee Shaw. You hacked off my boyfriend’s head.
Summer: You’re James’ girlfriend?
Lee: Ding, Ding. What does she win? (Being sarcastic) Nobody is going to save you now. Sam won’t show up till around opening time and your vampire lover is recently incapacitated because of it being daytime and all. So I guess you’ll just have to lie here and bleed out. It was nice meeting you, Summer.
She stood up and threw the knife on the floor next to Summer. Before she stepped out of the kitchen, she threw the rag in the sink. Summer lied still on the floor, unable to move. She felt cold from the surface and her back was soaked in her own blood.
Meanwhile, at Eric and Pam’s place, Eric was dead asleep in his darkened room. He lied in bed, with the black satin sheets up to his waist. Suddenly his eyes opened. He felt that Summer was in serious danger. Also, he sensed that she was in extreme pain and he knew that she had been hurt. He bolted up and swung his feet down onto the floor. Faster than the blink of an eye, he was standing in front of his bedroom door, but his vampire senses knew that dusk hadn’t approached yet. All he could do was wait until sunset or hope that somebody would find her soon and try to help her. Suddenly an idea popped into his head. He walked over to his bed and sat down. In front of him, on the nightstand was his iPhone. He grabbed it and scrolled down till he found the number he was looking for. When he found Sam Merlotte’s name, he pressed the call button and pressed the phone up against his ear.
Sam: (on the other end) Hello?
Eric: Sam is Summer with you?
Sam: (on the other end) Shouldn’t you be asleep?
Eric: Summer is in danger. Do you know where she might be?
Sam: She should be at my bar. She’s going to open it up for me this evening. Why?
Eric: Please, do me a favor and go check on her.
Sam: (on the other end) I’m sure she’s fine.
Eric: Go check on her now. I fear that she’s in serious danger.(getting frustrated)
Sam: (on the other end) Okay, I will.
As Sam hung up the phone, on the other end, Eric turned off his phone and placed it back onto his night stand. All he could do was wait for the sun to settle.
Twenty minutes later, Sam pulled into the parking lot in front of his bar. As he hopped out of his truck, he noticed Lafayette approaching the front door.
Sam: Hey, Lafayette. What are you doing here?
Lafayette: I thought I would help Summer out before we opened. What are you doing here?
Sam: Making sure everything is okay.
He reached for the door and tried to pull it open but it wouldn’t budge. It was locked. Lafayette and Sam then walked around back and noticed Summer’s car. As they approached the back door, Sam reached for the knob and turned it, but it was locked. Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys. He skimmed through each one until he found the right key. He placed the key into the hole and turned it. The door unlocked and Sam pushed the door open. As they stepped inside, they realized it was dark and they couldn’t hear anything. It was like nobody was inside. Sam and Lafayette slowly walked down the hallway and into the bar area. There was nobody in sight. The chairs were placed back down on the floor, so Sam figured that Summer had been there, plus her car was still parked around back. He knew something was horribly wrong, he just hoped Eric was wrong. Lafayette yelled for Sam in the back. Sam went running into the kitchen area. As he stepped into the room, he noticed Lafayette kneeling down in front of somebody. Sam stepped closer and realized the body on the floor was Summer.
To be continued…
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