Sookie Stackhouse

Somewhere between Mitchell's hut and Nina's, Sookie had dropped her heart.

The pounding in her ears was gone. The rush of blood to her head, halted. In some ways, she experienced greater clarity in those few minutes than she had in weeks, able to step forward, one foot in front of the other, her arms resting gently at her sides, although the occasional ball of one into a fist gave away the tension which still existed underneath, and had not yet had the opportunity to work itself out fully. Somewhere along the way, Sookie had lost the entire foundation she'd built herself on while living on Tabula Rasa, and she felt herself as though in a freefall, frantically grabbing for whatever she could hold onto, even as betrayal bled into confusion. She knew now, that Mitchell had played a direct hand in the massacre of humans. Knew that he'd been hiding it from her, from everyone, but instead of rushing around and spreading the news, she could only remember one thing then: the way Nina had looked upon discovering that Sookie was dating John Mitchell.

Had she known? Was there more that Sookie hadn't heard of, more that Mitchell had somehow managed to keep from her?

Before Sookie realized it, she was standing in front of Nina and Annie's hut, shifting her weight from one foot to the other before she raised her hand to knock. "Nina?" she called out, pausing. "Nina, it's Sookie. You home right now? I know this door's unlocked much of the time, so if it's too much trouble, I can let myself in, I just... I really need to talk to you."