Rooftop Confessions

Value of Living

Disclaimer: I do not own True blood; I just borrowed the characters for a bit of fun!

Staring at the royal red wallpaper of her expensive suite, Sookie realised she wasn't happy.

It wasn't the suite itself. Not only did the room scream relaxation, the soft Egyptian cotton sheets heavenly to sit on as the soft fabric brushed against the bare skin of her legs, but the happiness she expected to feel wasn't there. Someone in her financial situation could only dream of being allowed to step foot in a hotel with a five star rating, let alone spend a night in one.

Yet here she was, in luxury, and miserable.

Hotel Camilla, the only hotel in Dallas that had undergone the extensive renovation necessary to safely accommodate a vampire, was the hotspot of the Dallas area. Highly paid professional staff, an extensively packed winery, in addition to rooms dedicated to whatever mood a guest may find themselves in. They even had blood donors on tap! It wasn't difficult to understand Eric's interest in the hotel.

Still, she didn't belong here.

Expensive objects were carefully positioned around the room for artistic and design purposes, leaving her too afraid to touch for fear of breaking something she wouldn't be able to afford to replace.

She highly doubted her expenses for the trip stretched that far.

It made her Walmart clothing look even cheaper in comparison. She didn't doubt even one of the floral potted plants cost more than her entire suitcase along with her belongings inside combined.

The wide screen TV mounted on the wall had her hesitating to turn it on, a mini fridge filled to the brim with both delicious treats and small expensive bottles of alcohol that she didn't dare touch - Jason had forewarned her the hotel charged extra - not to mention the clearly costly shutters surrounding the substantial room.

She should have been relaxing, basking in the surrounding luxury as the other hotel guests were, and yet she would rather been anywhere else.

It wasn't simply down to the fact she hadn't felt as comfortable around Bill lately, her gut screaming at her that something wasn't right. His personality had not changed considerably, but his lack of adjustment into their relationship seemed to only be the tip of the iceberg. Her instincts were telling her that not everything was how it seemed, that she was being naïve, blinded by her first committed relationship and unable to see the true reality of the situation she had found herself in.

But Bill loved her, right?

He told her he did, yet she was very much aware that what was spoken didn't necessarily show true intent the majority of the time. Her gift had taught her as much.

He doted on her, but then again he barely allowed her out of his sight. What Sookie had previously thought of as romantic and sweet, had turned into feeling as if smothered by an overprotective lover. It made her doubt herself. It made her doubt them as a couple.

Someone who loved you shouldn't look at you with consideration.

Sitting herself on the edge of the incredibly soft hotel bed she chewed her bottom lip in thought. The meeting with Nan Flanagan from the AVL had been a disaster, and she felt disgusted at the way the female vampire had spoken to Godric.

He was a gentle soul. Flanagan should be relieved that someone like him was fighting for their side when he could just as easily be fighting against them instead! What was – had been – an asset had been cast away as if nothing.

It made her feel disgust.

The vile woman had tried to strip him from his position. It was disgraceful. Gran had ingrained it into her from as far back as she could remember the importance of respecting your elders. Sookie may not be a hundred percent sure of just how old Eric's maker was, but she figured from how both Pam and Eric had spoken that he had to be ancient considering he changed Eric who was just over 1,000.