It’s week three of True Blood and we’re into the meat of the story. When we last left Sookie and Eric (it makes me so happy to type those names so close to each other), Eric had lost his memory and Sookie had no idea what was happening. This week, we’re dropped right back in where we left off. I have to take a moment here and mention how well Alexander Skarsgard pulls off the character change. I can’t wait to see where this goes. (And book readers, you know I’m dying to see the shower scene too!)
Sookie, sitting in her car, has no idea why the shirtless Eric is playing games with her. When he tries to attack her, she flees the car, punches him in the face (woohoo!) and says, ‘I am not your f*cking dinner!” And this is why we love Sookie.
Eric, after explaining that he has no idea who he is, starts speaking in the same language that Marnie cursed him in. (Anyone know if that is the language from his homeland? I suspect it is.) He remembers flashes of Marnie, her alter ego and the witches stripping his memory. Sookie agrees to help him with his little issue (and really, how could you resist that lost puppy thing he has going on?) but sets the ground rules. No touching, no biting. Yeah, cause that is going to stick.
Back at the Goddess Emporium, everyone fusses over Marnie and her vampire bite, which, she says, ”hurt.” Duh. (I believe ”duh” was her subtext.) Tara (still loving her this season since she’s not running around like a chicken with its head cut off and howling) and Lafayette argue about who’s sh*t is more freaked out. When someone suggests they call the police, Lafayette states the real reason everyone is on edge in the town. There is really nothing anyone can do to stop the vampires. Not a damn thing. They can take out cops, they can kill you in a second. Really, what Marnie did is the only thing that might be effective. Now, while the witches try to make this into a religious war, Marnie says something that I bet a lot of people will miss. ”He came in here, uninvited.” Well, that’s not entirely true, crazy Marnie. His Grace King Bill’s little sex toy/mole did. Hmm…
Over in Hotshot (is this anyone else’s least favorite storyline?) poor chewed up Jason is still chained to the bed while creepy daddy/uncle/brother or something talks about the first were-panthers, Ghost Mama and Ghost Daddy. (Remember last week, we got some info on the mythology of Luna’s people about shape shifters? There may be a quiz in your future.) It seems that the sky people (assuming that means the people of the big three religions) turned people away from nature. Ghost Mama and Ghost Daddy spoke to the panther and said they didn’t want any part in that. The giant kitty ate them, let them soak up his magic (is that the same as stomach acid?) and barfed them out. Voila! Were-panthers. Back in Jason’s room, Crystal swears that she’s not going to let him die once he turns and points out how ”purty” he is to her sister/cousin/creepy child.
Cut to a terrible YouTube video made by a bunch of kids, trying to convince America that vampires are a real threat. Ya think? They have a website full of them at vamps-kill.com, which of course is a real viral site. Check it out if you need some bad acting.