AN: Unfortunately, this is not a full chapter. It's simply what I had written in my last draft. Death Before Sunset is officially DISCONTINUED. I just don't have the interest in it that I used to. My writing skills have progressed so much since I first wrote this. I wouldn't be comfortable continuing without giving the entire thing a full overhaul. I'm sorry to say that I'm not up to that.
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball.
Death Before Sunset
Sasha-Lee Stackhouse's p.o.v.
"Alright, so let me get this straight. You went to wake up Dawn."
"Dawn was dead, so you went to find help and found Jason instead."
"You two fought, got caught, than fought some more. Am I right?"
"For the record, the old lady started it."
"I don't care who started it! What I care about is the fact that you got arrested!"
"Figures you'd see it like that."
I'm lounging casually on Sookie's bed as she paces back and forth across the room, most likely wearing a hole into the floorboards as she goes. Judging by her behavior she's either really really mad or extremely neutral. Honestly, her blank expression is giving me nothing to work with here. It's not helping that she's putting everything she's got into blocking me from her delightfully judgmental mind.
"I heard that."
Huffing, she whirls around from poking about her armoire to glare fitfully at me. "Stop sassing me and focus! Ya know sometimes I think you act this spacey just to annoy me."
I just stare at her.
"Ugh! Alright fine. Forget it, next topic. What was it you were screaming at me in your head earlier that was SO important that it couldn't wait till we got home?" She plops herself down on the end of the bed, repeatedly bunching up the white comforter in her hands with exasperation. Eyes lighting up, I sit up a little straighter. Finally, we're going to talk about something that actually matters!
"Well… since you asked so NICELY…" she glares at me.
AN: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it :)