non, je ne regrette rien
i find myself curled up next to this pale, scruffy, delicious specimen of a man all of a sudden, his arm around my waist, my cheek on his chest, when i begin to realize two things: he is not warm, and he is not a man. or a human, to be exact. i jerk my head up and give him the hairy old eyeball.
whoa. whoa, whoa, rewind. how the hell did i end up next to Bill Compton, vampire extraordinaire? where was Sookie (my mind apparently has not registered that they are now broken up -- last i checked -- on True Blood's latest season), waiting to tear me apart with her bare hands, loudmouth Tara in tow?
he then proceeds to wind his other arm around me, and whisper something in my ear, and all my thoughts fly out the window. his cold lips are on my cheek, my head having found its way back to his chest, and my eyes are closing, when this loud, familiar song decides to interfere with our peace and quiet. it then grows louder and louder, and i reluctantly extricate myself to find its source when Bill finally snaps, "turn that off," as if i was the one who caused it.
funny enough, that song happens to be Non, je ne regrette rien by Edith Piaf. "It is the kick," my mind helpfully supplies, as i climb out of bed, Bill watching me like a hawk. i shiver.
there is a flatscreen TV in front of me, and i'm pretty sure that's where the song is coming from, so i proceed to press the power button, which then proves to be one hard little fucker to find. after a brief moment of screaming, Bill is beside me in an instant, what with that vampiric speed of his. and after fumbling about, he finds the power button and then the music is gone. i breathe a sigh of relief, and his hands start to find their way around my waist again.
i'm about to lean back in his embrace when that offending song starts up again. this time, it is the phone in my pocket. sneaky little fucker, how did it get there? i grab the phone, and Bill rips it out of my hand, snarling "your alarm is going off" as if i didn't know that already, and the next thing i know, my eyes snap open and it really is my alarm on my Blackberry. and it rang continuously, going into autosnooze, for 30 minutes, and i didn't wake up.
my alarm ringtone is now no longer Edith Piaf. *hears the safety on Arthur's gun go off and runs for cover*
whoa. whoa, whoa, rewind. how the hell did i end up next to Bill Compton, vampire extraordinaire? where was Sookie (my mind apparently has not registered that they are now broken up -- last i checked -- on True Blood's latest season), waiting to tear me apart with her bare hands, loudmouth Tara in tow?
he then proceeds to wind his other arm around me, and whisper something in my ear, and all my thoughts fly out the window. his cold lips are on my cheek, my head having found its way back to his chest, and my eyes are closing, when this loud, familiar song decides to interfere with our peace and quiet. it then grows louder and louder, and i reluctantly extricate myself to find its source when Bill finally snaps, "turn that off," as if i was the one who caused it.
funny enough, that song happens to be Non, je ne regrette rien by Edith Piaf. "It is the kick," my mind helpfully supplies, as i climb out of bed, Bill watching me like a hawk. i shiver.
there is a flatscreen TV in front of me, and i'm pretty sure that's where the song is coming from, so i proceed to press the power button, which then proves to be one hard little fucker to find. after a brief moment of screaming, Bill is beside me in an instant, what with that vampiric speed of his. and after fumbling about, he finds the power button and then the music is gone. i breathe a sigh of relief, and his hands start to find their way around my waist again.
i'm about to lean back in his embrace when that offending song starts up again. this time, it is the phone in my pocket. sneaky little fucker, how did it get there? i grab the phone, and Bill rips it out of my hand, snarling "your alarm is going off" as if i didn't know that already, and the next thing i know, my eyes snap open and it really is my alarm on my Blackberry. and it rang continuously, going into autosnooze, for 30 minutes, and i didn't wake up.
my alarm ringtone is now no longer Edith Piaf. *hears the safety on Arthur's gun go off and runs for cover*