Jason watches Maudette Pickens start to laugh. She walks toward the camera to turn it off, laughing to herself, calling him a moron. As though he doesn't have a lick of sense; like he's a kid, in the way, not getting the joke. There are things in the world that Jason doesn't understand yet, but he will. He'll conquer the unknown and become a man. Everything is sex if you look at it right. We're all just trying to be seen. To matter. Jason watches Maudette laugh at Jason and starts to laugh himself. He pumps fists in the air: "I didn't kill her!" Andy points out that, well, somebody did. That's not what's important.

What's important is this: Bill, carrying a bloody waitress through an impossible forest. Her face is nearly unrecognizable, covered in blood; marked by death.

Well, it was a vampire, of course. Jason saw the fangs when he watched him on the video; Jason saw the fang marks on her inner thigh, back when sex was about pleasure. "We know, we examined the body." Sherriff Bud asks, as a point of interest, whether maybe this "vampire" is the same one Jason's sister is messing around with. "Okay. First, my sister ain't messin' around with nobody. My sister don't mess around. And second? ...I don't know. I never met the other vampire. I never met any vampire, and I hope to hell I never do." Jason describes the vampire from the video tape, remembering him and the ways he was inhuman: "Bald-headed. Weird skeleton tattoo. And he looked crazy. Crazy out of his motherfuckin' mind!" All true. Andy tells Jason this is the only tape they could find in Maudette's apartment; Jason says this is because it's a frame-up, and when Andy Bellefleur points out that Jason could be the one who hid them, so as to cover his tracks, it takes Jason a while to understand what he means. "Aww. Come on, Andy. I'm not that smart!"

Bill lays her down swampside, like the opposite of every fairytale; he says her name in a weird way, over and over. "Suckie. Suckie!" Her eyelids flutter; she suddenly realizes she can't feel her legs. (See, this is exactly why I don't get into gang wars with trailer trash crackheads. They have no sense of honor.) Bill props her up and bites into his wrist, ripping the flesh away. "Quick, drink before the wound closes!" Sookie's cognizant enough to ask if this will turn her into a vampire, and he says it won't. "Goddamn it, Suckie, do you want to live or not?" She resists for a moment, and then leans closer to the v-juice, getting its scent for the first time, taking her first taste. Then she ... gets real thirsty. Bill watches as she gets more and more into it, blood all over her face, drinking it down like a kiss. Like the hungriest kiss imaginable. (Wouldn't you feel like you were being possibly punk'd? I would not be able to film this scene without Alan Ball actually taking me into his lap and promising me that this is not a joke. "Okay Anna, so in this scene you're a paraplegic covered in your own blood in the middle of a swamp, and now you're fellating a dead man's arm. Take one.")