"How could you let some bloodsucker bite you like that?" Jessica's dad asks, comparing his daughter for a second to Lafayette, and Sookie reacts to the epithet but Jessica reacts to something much deeper, much more insistent and vital and angry: "I didn't let anybody do anything to me. But oh, am I glad he did! Because now I get to homeschool you, in what it's like to be scared." Fault this.
Sookie's fast; Jessica's faster. She zooms at her father, holding him, and shoves Sookie away and down, gently almost: "Jesus Christ, Sookie. Would you shut the fuck up?" Eden worries at Sookie while Mom begs Jessica to chill: "This isn't you!" Jessica could laugh. "You don't know the first thing about me. You're too dumb to know anything." Sookie's offended on mom's behalf, like a good girl, but Jessica's serious. "Oh, what? She is dumb. She's dumber than a sack full of hammers, and he's as mean as a snake. And that's the way it's always gonna be around here." She looks down at Eden, crying, afraid. Doesn't really matter whose fault it is, this time: it's ending. "Right here, right now. And I am doing it with your belt." She goes for it, and he grabs at her hands; she's offended, disgusted: the belt stays on? After all this time? Eden's scared and he comforts her, before Jessica hurls him across the room, crucified, her hands at his wrists. She breathes, then loops the belt around his neck. (Why? No reason vampires could explain. This is all for her. This is her liberation, the shape it takes. Cheer her on.) "Don't worry," she whispers. "This will only hurt for a minute." He went there first.
Jessica goes for his neck just as their front door crashes open -- "Fault" -- and Bill stands there, unable to enter, called there by Sookie's fall and Jessica's uproar. Jessica resists, but as her maker Bill commands her, and she stops moving. He summons Eden to the door, against Daddy's protest, and glamours her: "Now, you listen to me. I'm here to protect you. You and your mother and your father. I am your friend. So you just invite me in and I can make everything stop." He's so sexy, with the rattler going. "You can?" she asks, justifiably suspicious of grownups, and he smiles beautifully at her. "Yes." She doesn't pause. "Won't you please come in, sir?"
He zooms to Sookie, pushing her toward the door as she babbles her apologies: "SHUT UP." It's angry and mean, and stops her in her tracks. She stands outside the door, and he bends to clean up her mess, snarling into black.