it reminds me of walking through the avenues

Although relatively petite and blonde, Sookie Stackhouse was far from helpless in defending herself; between having a sharp tongue, skill in wielding heavy chains, and knowing her way around a gun, most people in Bon Temps didn't dare cross her path when she was in one of her moods, mind-reading abilities notwithstanding. But time on the island without a shotgun propped against her wall and with the ever-present reminder of the fact that no matter how many times she prayed for her grandmother's arrival, Rene's was just as likely, had driven Sookie to the point where she needed to find a more disciplined way to go about it. Something which didn't require a quick sprint on over to the weapon.

Which was why, in addition to the secret meetings she'd planned with one Alice Cullen, Sookie also found herself hovering around the twice a week martial arts classes at the Island School. The fact that Buffy Summers was the instructor was just the icing on the cake, Sookie's face barely containing a wide grin as she bit down on her lower lip, standing outside the classroom about fifteen minutes before the scheduled start of class. And if there was one thing that Sookie could say, it was that Buffy was a million times prettier up close and personal.

(Even if a bit shorter than Sookie always imagined.)

Steeling her nerves, Sookie knocked on the propped door and peeked inside. "Um, hi? You're Buffy Summers, right? I was wonderin' if it'd be possible to join this class at all."