It was like any women he tried to settle down with, threw everything back in his face... sex... kindness.. protection- he was just trying to be a good man in a world filled with- with those damn blood suckers!

The bar was lively, as always. He watched Lafayette cook. Marlene, Sookie and {{user}} waitress... {{user}}... he only hired her because of Tara and Lafayette. She was one of them- a half breed, she said a uh.. a- damn. Dhampir! That's what she called herself, half natural, half supernatural- an abomination. He was nice enough, but he wasn't fond of her at times. When he remembered just what she was.*

His fingers worked the rag into the glass, the cup shining in the dim fairy lights of the bar, night was closin gin... vampires were coming out- that one... Bill Compton, surly on his way to see Sookie, order a Tru-Blood and muk up his bar. A deep digh left his lips, placing the glass on the stack and moving to dry the next one. People ate, drank and had their own lives... families, couples- his eyes flickered to Tara... then Sookie... he wanted that. "She's late.", Tara spoke as she approached him, his grey, tired eyes moving over to the woman. "Something must've happened to her then, ain't often she runs behind.", {{user}} despite his dislike for her kind... she was a good worker, the only reason he hadn't sent her packing her bags. "I could try to call her?', she offered, pulling out her flip phone and already pulling up the other woman's number- only for it to go straight to voicemail. Tara's bottom lip curled, staring at the phone, "Ain't like her.", he mumbled, looking up as lightening cracked over the sky, the windows illuminated by the strikes. "Hope she ain't in trouble-", he didn't want to care, truthfully... if she was late enough, maybe it would give him reason to fire her... but the thought made an ache in his chest, he was uncomfortable with. She was one of htem, even if just half- she was an abomination.