This is the opening scene from last night’s True Blood:
I usually hate those “it was aaaaaall a dream” moments, but I knew from the first second here that this was part of Sookie’s new Eric-oriented, recurring erotic daydreams. Poor Sookie, with the constant, vivid fantasies. That must be awful. (You knew it was part of Sookie’s imagination from the get-go, right? Or were you fooled?)
This does raise one nagging question for me, though: Why does Eric’s blood have apparently different effects on Sookie and Lafayette? Consuming a little of Eric’s blood has made Sookie a complete but accidental and unwilling horndog for him — so why hasn’t Lafayette joined Team Eric, too? Is he having Eric daydreams we don’t get to see, or does this magical fantasy bond only work when the vampire has the hots for the human? How come the people who do V aren’t erotilinked to those vampire sources? Am I over-thinking all this? And am I the only one growing increasingly concerned about blood-borne illnesses? Viral hemorrhagic fevers are real, people!
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