Man, Lorena's fantastic. So she's got Sookie up against the wall and she's sucking on her blood and Bill's down on the floor and he's not doing so great. But you know who else is awesome? Miss Sookie Stackhouse, who after a moment of screaming and getting sucked on immediately goes back to being her usual faultlessly fuck-you self. Lorena's all, "You are magically delicious!" And Sookie tells her to fuck off. Lorena, for at least the third time, asks Sookie what she is, and Sookie thinks about saying "A waitress" like usual, but instead says that what she is today, in Mississippi, is the bitch what's going to kill Lorena.
It's a little awkward. Then Bill snags Lorena to the floor with his chain and the last of his strength, and holds her down on top of him like a tired cowgirl. Thank goodness this Slave Quarters comes equipped with an entire bucket full of jagged stakes right there. Sookie, who has only killed one person so far -- shovel through the neck! -- has a little bit of a crisis. Bill begs her to just stake the bitch, even helpfully holding her up and away from himself in case Sookie is worried about accidentally making a whole shishkebab, and Lorena realizes it's over, so she very gracefully agrees with Bill that probably staking her is the right call. Lorena's ability to understand love, which exceeds every other character's on this show or real life, is called into question, but she is peaceful. She dies with his name on her lips, which was always going to happen.
Fountains of blood are the next thing that come of Lorena, and then Sookie's there covered in her slithy toves and a very out-of-it Bill Compton. I don't know if the fact that his mom just died on top of him has to do with this, but it is, after all, daytime and he has, after all, been tortured nearly as long as dear Pam back home. I guess he just needs a nap. Sookie also needs a nap. Instead, what she does is start screaming her motherfucking head off for no discernable reason. Mostly, of course, it's Bill's name, but also some yelling for help. The "Come and eat me Nazi werewolves if you please" is just sort of implied.
What she doesn't know is that tweaked-out Tara and man-mountain Alcide are on the way, in his little van. So they show up and are confronted with: Sookie screaming, of course; Bill looking like fashion roadkill; and the many heaps of horror that were once our dear departed Lorena. Sookie is going through what were once her pockets, or her organs or whatever, looking for the keys to Bill's manacles -- a word she must have learned from her Word-A-Day calendar -- and it's an altogether confusing tableau for them to comprehend, being a sort of Jackson Pollack free-for-all.