Sookie finds herself, meanwhile, in a horror movie about dark country roads and strange noises and calling out for somebody that's not there and getting more and more terrified as the sounds get closer and feeling eyes on you and then finally summoning the strength to turn around and look at the thing that every part of your body is telling you not to look at. What's unusual about this one, though, is twofold. Firstly, there's actually something there. Secondly, it looks like Jamiroquai, which is atypical as far as animals you might find in the woods at night. Its claws are filthy wet, and very sharp, and she goes down immediately, paralyzed and staring.

Bills feels it and his eyes get wide and he runs! She doesn't move, but she does groan horribly when he turns her over, and she's like, "Sort of a bull, sort of a human, I don't know, I'm fucked up." Or whatever, that same thing but in the language of grunts and burbles. So he does the whole DRINK BEFORE THE WOUND CLOSES thing, but it turns out not so great this time, and for whatever reason his vampire blood is vinegar and the Jamiroquai venom is baking soda and that makes Sookie a third-grade volcano erupting in white barfy foam.

Jessica's like, "GROSS! And AWESOME!" Bill tells her to get the car, and she drives superfast to Fangtasia! and then Jessica gets all pissy when he tells her to go home. Which, Fangtasia! is awesome, that's where you get Eric and Pam, so I understand her being sullen about it, but also: what's the point? I guess because the club's probably not empty, so he'd have to watch out for both of them, and he's too consumed by the all-consuming consumption of Sookie to deal. He throws that "maker" thing around like Mardi Gras beads some more -- which, again, how is this different from before? -- and she sullenly drives off.

Daphne comes into Sam's office, scared to death, and he's still staring into space due to the whole Maryann issue where she turned him into a dog and all that. Daphne's scared because she's short. As in very, as in $64 ("and, like, eight cents"), which is a whole lot actually. "Goddamnit, Daphne!" he yells, and she jerks, and he apologizes but says she'll have to make up for it. Almost crying, she empties out her apron onto the table, crushed bills and coins, and leaves crying. Tara appears with that smug Maryann wisdom smile on her face and explains to Sam that Daphne needs positive reinforcement: "Nobody succeeds at anything in life unless somebody leads them," Tara says.