True Blood - 1x10 - I Don't Wanna Know

[fembuck]

Keep on wearing those sunglasses at night Pam!  Fierce bish!

Michelle Forbes!  Naked! ... with a pig WTF?  Um, yeah, I don't know what that last part was about but Forbes looked sexy as shit, and that smirk on her face after the car crashed made me think that she will stir things up in Bon Temps in a truly delicious way.

My heart aches for Tara.  Jeebus, man.  This girl cannot catch a break.  First heartache this episode, and then humiliation upon humiliation.  The prom dress and make up made me cringe so much, and then her throwing herself at Sam.  CRINGE.  *hugs Tara ... dodges fist flying at my face*

How much do I love Layfayette?  A lot, that's how much.  First him acting out the movie on his TV, and then him pushing the shit out of Jason Stackhouse and verbal kicking the crap out of him!  Perfect!  God, someone needed to hand Jason his ass and I'm so glad that it was Lafayette.

I don't care how hot Lizzy Caplan is, Amy needs to die ... horribly.  Her speech about her lecturing Eddie on morality as she tortured him was terrifying.  That bitch is crazy as shit, and she doesn't give a shit, she doesn't even know it.  She is a twisted, narcissitic fuck and will do ANYTHING to serve her own needs.

Not enough PAM!  *cries*  My Pammy didn't even get a speaking line, she just stood around looking all glamorous and hot and shit (which is nice), but it needed MOAR Pam.

Also, don't front, you all were turned on by Pam's fangs at the end too, I know you were.  Mm, bite me Vampire!Pam, bite me!

Bill was actually quite terrifying at the end there.  It'll be interesting to see what happens to Jessica next week (and to find out the real reason she was seleceted, because I doubt that it was really random.  The Evangelical mention had to mean something).

The vampire court itself was scary was fuck too.  I didn't expect larger vampire society to be so dark and cruel.  I'm not sure I'm understanding the metaphor of the show any more, because if vampire's are supposed to be a stand in for disenfranchised groups, minorities, and gays etc., then there's a really fucked up message going on, because the majority of vampires (except for Bill and the pretty vampire CNN lady) all seem to be egomanical, murderous, condescending douche-bags.  Seriously, like everything muttered by the Magistar was horrific.  AB, MAKE METAPHOR CLEARER PLEASE.

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[miims.livejournal.com]

i loved much more books concept of vampire trial and judge

more gracefull and with tradition, not just pack of lowlifes

and i was kinda hoping to see vampire queen (what's with that almost all poferfull vamire "ladys" are teenagers????)

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more gracefull and with tradition, not just pack of lowlifes


I would have liked this too. I mean, I don't see why we're getting so many depictions of vampires as being completely crazy assholes. I mean, they managed to stay hidden and live among humans for thousands of years, as a rule they must be able to control themselves.

and i was kinda hoping to see vampire queen (what's with that almost all poferfull vamire "ladys" are teenagers????)

Hopefully she'll show up next season (or maybe in the last two episodes!). I'd love to see a vampire queen.

So she's a teenager in the books? Interesting. She must be incredibly old.

queens story

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"I began my life in what became northern France, about… one thousand, one hundred years ago.
I didn't know where I was, of course, but I think it was Lotharingia. In the last century I tried to find the place I spent my first twelve years, but I couldn't, even if my life depended on it." She gave a barking laugh at the turn of phrase. "My mother was the wife of the wealthiest man in the town, which meant he had two more pigs than anyone else. My name then was Judith.
When I was about ten or twelve, I think, a peddler came to us from down the road. We hadn't seen a new face in six months. We were excited."
But she didn't smile or look as if she remembered the feeling of that excitement, only the fact of it. Her shoulders rose and fell, once. "He carried an illness that had never come to us before. I think now that it was some form of influenza. Within two weeks of his stay in our town, everyone in it was dead, excepting me and a boy somewhat older."
"Clovis did not like me," the queen said. "I've forgotten why. Our fathers… I don't remember. Things might have gone differently if he had cared for me. As it was, he raped me and then he took me to the next town, where he began offering me about. For money, of course, or food. Though the influenza traveled across our region, we never got sick."
"what happened next was, we were camped in the woods, and a vampire got him. The vampire was very hungry and started on Clovis first, because he was bigger, but when he was through with Clovis, he could take a minute to look at me and think it might be nice to have a companion. His name was Alain. For three years or more I traveled with Alain. Vampires were secret then, of course. Their existence was only in stories told by old women by the fire. And Alain was good at keeping it that way. Alain had been a priest, and he was very fond of surprising priests in their beds Alain promised and promised to bring me over, because of course I wanted to be as he was. I wanted the strength.
Then one night we came into a village where the head-man knew Alain for what he was. Stupid Alain had forgotten he had passed through before and drained the headman's wife! So the villagers bound him with a silver chain, which was amazing to find in a small village, I can tell you… and they threw him into a hut, planning to keep him until the village priest returned from a trip. Then they meant to put him in the sun with some church ceremony. It was a poor village, but on top of him they piled all the bits of silver and all the garlic the people possessed, in an effort to keep him subdued.
They knew I was a human, and they knew he had abused me," she said. "So they didn't tie me up. The headman's family discussed taking me as a slave, since they had lost a woman to the vampire. I knew what that would be like."
The expression on her face was both heartbreaking and absolutely chilling. I held very still.
"That night, I pulled out some weak planks from the rear of the hut and crawled in. I told Alain that when he'd brought me over, I'd free him. We bargained for quite a time, and then he agreed. I dug a hole in the floor, big enough for my body. We planned that Alain would drain me and bury me under the pallet he lay on, smoothing the dirt floor over as best he could. He could move enough for that. On the third night, I would rise. I would break his chain and toss away the garlic, though it would burn my hands. We would flee into the darkness." She laughed out loud. "But the priest returned before three days were up. By the time I clawed my way out of the dirt, Alain was blackened ash in the wind. It was the priest's hut they'd stored Alain in. The old priest was the one who told me what had happened."
I had a feeling I knew the punch line to this story. "Okay," I said quickly, "I guess the priest was your first meal." I smiled brightly.
"Oh, no," said Sophie-Anne, formerly Judith. "I told him I was the angel of death, and that I was passing him over since he had been so virtuous."

some pieces of trial

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"We strolled the gauntlet until it terminated in the room where the wedding had been held. The crowd in this room was almost 100 percent vampire. A notable absence: human servers, and any other human hotel staff. The only ones circulating with drinks trays were vampires. Things were going to happen in this room that weren’t for human consumption. The low platform had been rearranged. The giant ankh had been put away, and two lecterns had been added. On the spot where Mississippi and his loved one had taken their vows, about midway between the two lecterns, there sat a thronelike chair. In it was an ancient woman with wild white hair. I had never seen a vampire who had been turned when she was so old, and though I’d sworn I wasn’t going to speak to him, I said as much to Andre.
“That is the Ancient Pythoness,” he said absently
“Who’s on the council?” I asked the dark-haired vamp, and she nodded to the group of five vampires seated right before the low stage, facing the Ancient Pythoness.
“The King of Kentucky, the Queen of Iowa, the King of Wisconsin, the King of Missouri, the Queen of Alabama,” she said, pointing to them in order.
Quinn leaped up on the stage. He was wearing a gray suit, white shirt, and tie, and he carried a long staff covered with carvings. He beckoned to Isaiah, King of Kentucky, who floated onto the stage. With a flourish, Quinn handed the staff to Kentucky, who was dressed much more stylishly than he had been earlier. The vampire thudded the staff against the floor, and all conversation ceased. Quinn retreated to the back of the stage.
“I am the elected master-at-arms of this judicial session,” Kentucky announced in a voice that carried easily to the corners of the room. He held the staff up so it could not be ignored. “Following the traditions of the vampire race, I call you all to witness the trial of Sophie-Anne Leclerq, Queen of Louisiana, on the charge that she murdered her signed and sealed spouse, Peter Threadgill, King of Arkansas.”
“I call the lawyers for the two parties to be ready to present their cases.”
“I am ready,” said the part-demon lawyer. “I am Simon Maimonides, and I represent the bereaved state of Arkansas.”
“I am ready,” said our murderous lawyer, reading from a pamphlet. “I am Johan Glassport, and I represent the bereaved widow, Sophie-Anne Leclerq, falsely charged with the murder of her signed and sealed spouse.”
“Ancient Pythoness, are you ready to hear the case?” Kentucky asked, and the crone turned her head toward him.
“Is she blind?” I whispered.
Cleo nodded. “From birth,” she said.
“How come she’s the judge?” I asked.
“Yes,” said the Ancient Pythoness. “I am ready to hear the case.” She had a very heavy accent that I couldn’t begin to identify. There was a stirring of anticipation in the crowd.
King Isaiah did a little staff-pounding again. “Let the accused be brought forth,” he said with no small amount of drama.
Sophie-Anne, looking very delicate, walked up to the stage, escorted by two guards. Like the rest of us, she’d gotten ready for the ball, and she was wearing purple. I wondered if the royal color had been a coincidence. Probably not. I had a feeling Sophie-Anne arranged her own coincidences.
The dress was high-collared and long-sleeved, and it actually had a train.
“Henrik Feith, state your case,” Isaiah said with no further ado.
…
I glanced around and spotted Sophie-Anne pretty quickly. She was surrounded by a crowd of people congratulating her on the favorable verdict. Of course, they would have been just as glad to see her executed, or whatever would have happened if the Ancient Pythoness had turned thumbs down. Speaking of the A.P….
“Eric, where’d the old gal go?” I asked.
“The Ancient Pythoness is the original oracle that Alexander consulted,” he said, his voice quite neutral. “She was considered so revered that even in her old age, she was converted by the very primitive vampires of her time. And now she has outlasted all of them.” "