Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the books or True Blood. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Author's Note: To help keep track of how long has passed - zombies were first seen in Dallas about four weeks ago.

True Blood and Zombies

Chapter 13

Sookie was nervous for the next two nights as they drove north with Eric watching from overhead. How was she going to explain what she did to Bill? Jason was alive. She was healed and not raped for hours or days, then left for dead.

Her phone rang. She answered it quickly while thinking area code 769 was not Bon Temps.

"Hello?"

"Yes," was the calm reply, and it was the voice Sookie had been dying to hear.

"Bill? Who has you? Where are you? Are you hurt?"

"Nobody has me. I have left my life in Bon Temps, and I'm leaving you."

"Shut the fuck up," Sookie replied. She hadn't done anything with Eric yet, and wasn't planning to, even though the dreams were incredible, but they were only dreams.

"Sookie-"

"You left us," Sookie interrupted. "Why?"

Bill said, "I did us both a favor by leaving without saying-"

"What? Do you have any idea of – you do, don't you? You felt it. And you did nothing."

"You are a modern woman, Sookie. You don't need me to hold-"

"What the fuck are you saying?"

"Resorting to profanity will not change anything. I am with Lorena, actually, to whom I have actually just made love."

The gasp was barely out of Sookie's mouth when she heard an evil, bitchy giggle on the phone followed by some nonsense phrase and her name. What had she ever done to that woman that she'd steal Bill from her? Wait, Lorena was welcome to him.

Bill continued, "We fucked like only two vampires can. I didn't hold back for fear of hurting her like I do with you."

What kind of man made this sort of phone call after sneaking off? And Sookie gave Bill her virginity? And this is how he treats her? "Bill-" she started to set his ass straight, but he kept talking over her.

"Look at your life since I entered it," Bill said. "I've only caused you pain."

"What are you saying? That's not true."

"I am Death. I will bring you only suffering. Our worlds are too different. Our natures too. We were doomed from the start."

Doomed from the start? Was Bill reading from some movie script? Sookie said, "I don't believe you."

"Believe what you want. You are no longer of concern to me. Do not try to find me. I do not wish to be found," and he hung up.

Eric was already on the ground, standing on the side of the road, signaling Lafayette to pull over.

Lafayette rolled down the window, and Eric asked, "What is going on?"

"What?"

"With Sookie," Eric added.

"Uh, Bill called," she said.

Eric's head leaned in through the window, and he asked Sookie directly, "And?"

"He's left me for Lorena," she replied in a small voice.

Jason said, "Good riddance. If I saw him again I was going to kick his ass." Jason had good reason to too, besides getting beat near to death. Now he was having gay vampire dreams, and they went a lot further than Eddie's ever did.

While Jason commented, Eric thought about his reply. It couldn't be Lorena. She had been shipped to Hot Rain, Longshadow's maker. Contradicting Sookie or her belief that Bill would leave her for his maker wouldn't be productive though.

"He broke up with a phone call?" Eric asked. "How modern, and cowardly. You are too much woman for him to handle, Sookie."

"Thanks," Sookie said with a little sniff. Her first boyfriend. Her first lover. Her first break-up.

It had hurt, even if she was partially glad it was over. She wanted to have Bill tell her to her face, not on the phone with his lover laughing at her in the background, listening in. Wait! That … that … dog had sex with Lorena before he called her?

Feeling Sookie's sadness turn to anger, Eric replayed his words over in his mind. They seemed appropriate. He added, "I mean that. You're too good for the likes of him." He weighed telling Sookie how much better off she'd be with him, but thought he should hold back for now. They would be in Shreveport in another night or two.

*** Tru Blood *** Tru Blood *** Tru Blood ***

Barry had done IT. The big I, with the big T.

And it was kind of … fantastic? Some parts were how Barry imagined them, except for the body temperature difference, and Godric being another guy. Neither of those things turned out so bad, except Godric had no tits. Barry liked boobs. Sookie's boobs were nice. She knew it because she wore those sundresses that showed them off. Oh no, he was getting another boner.

Godric was a dead weight resting face down on half his chest. At least vampires didn't snore or drool.

He already knew Godric was a cuddler. Barry wouldn't make that generalization about vampires. Godric would spend afternoons, when he woke, usually due to Barry getting horny or angry, talking softly, touching his hair, sometimes rubbing his arm – until Barry felt it was getting weird and turned on the television, then Godric would look at his iPad.

Yesterday, Barry had crossed the line and had a wet dream. Godric woke as he was cursing and running to get something to clean it up.

"Me?" he asked quietly.

Barry said, "Huh?" as his face heated up and he pushed at the wet patch with a washcloth.

"Is that my fault?"

"No, or I mean I was dreaming about you," Barry babbled, "but that's not my … or your fault."

Godric responded as he sat up, "I am falling short in my responsibilities to you."

"What? - No. I mean you … there's zombies, and I'm good. I'll just-"

"You don't need to clean that. The hotel is still being paid to clean. When we leave here, we may not have … what's the right word? I know it's not servants."

"Staff is fine. You're paying them," Barry replied, giving up. There was going to be a stain, so he shoved the disgusting washcloth into his, or the hotel's, robe pocket. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Do you wish me to help?"

"Help – no."

"Just for you," Godric offered. "It's daylight now. Vampires aren't in the mood for sex during the day. At night, it's different. You think of it so much. It's distracting."

"Too much?" Barry asked, growing worried.

"I can hunt for zombies. That also distracts me."

That didn't reassure Barry. Godric had been out getting filthy with zombie parts almost every night since Michelle has moved in with them. He asked, "Is that a problem?"

"Things have changed so quickly," Godric replied as he went over to the desk where his electronics were charging.

That didn't answer Barry's question, so he changed to, "Are you okay?"

"Vampires enjoy good health," Godric said absently as he swiped his fingers across the tablet.

Barry took a couple steps toward him, stopped for a moment to rethink how manipulative vampires were, and then couldn't apply that assumed craftiness to Godric. Godric was a vampire physically, but what was the point in trying to trick him? He resumed his steps, put a hand on Godric's shoulder and said, "Can I do something to help you? You – you're keeping me alive and safe."

"No payment is necessary," he said, looking down at a video of a horrific zombie encounter on a street in Hoboken.

Barry swallowed hard as he looked at the massacre. Someone with a cell phone was shakily filming the street from a high vantage point. Without a weapon whoever it was couldn't help. The living people could try to lock themselves in cars that blocked the whole street. Cars were everywhere. Both sides of the street had bumper-to-bumper parallel parking, cars were abandoned in the center of the street preventing anyone from using them to drive away, car doors were left open, blood was on the windows, blood was on the pavement, luggage and bags had been opened with the contents scattered everywhere – Godric's finger slid across the navigation bar, and the tablet was now displaying the weather forecast for Dallas. Days of sun and heat lay ahead of them, with no rain in sight.