Nora seems to realise that Eric and I need some space and she gladly gives it to us. Eric and I walk to the cemetery and I stop by Gran’s Grave, touching the headstone lightly, wishing for her to be back in the house I was going back to so she could hold me as I cried and mourned for the death of my first love. Yet I was going back to the house to be alone. I had never, in a million years imagined my life to be like this but here we are. 

After some silence, the practical and pragmatic Eric returns, he tells me he can give me money to leave and start a new life. I shake my head sadly, “Bill” is a part of me, like he is and “Bill” could find me any time he wanted to, just like Eric can. He accepts this and I think in a way he is glad that I am sticking around, instead of running away.

I was not surprised that Eric mentioned staking “Bill” to save him and I admit that I never expected to be doing that. When I first met Eric and before he had lost his memory, I never thought I would try and kill Bill to save him, yet since the time we shared when he had amnesia, things have changed. Every time I look into Eric’s eyes, that side of him is still there, the one that loved me and said he didn’t want to fight but was happy to live with me in the house and be happy. Every now and then I see it, and even now I see him still. As he looks at me, his eyes soften, I see the love flicker in them as clear as the stars in the sky. I feel my heart soften as the staking is mentioned and it is as though we said all we needed to say in that short exchange, we both know why I did it. We both know that I could not imagine a world without him in it, that I didn’t want to lose him, just as he does not want to lose me. We said these things without needing to say them, it was written in our glances and in our hearts. I know I can’t read vampire minds and yet, I can read and understand Eric sometimes. He has saved my life as many times as I have saved his, he is part of me and always will be. I can see that now and I accept that.

We reach the house and in the spirit of our walk, I find myself confiding in him about how I never thought my life would be like this at all, how I have changed. I know it is a cliche that your life never turns out how you expect it to but I doubt many have had to deal with as many harsh truths and realities as I have, or as many twists and turns come to think of it. I know I have become more defensive, more ruthless and less likely to flinch at the sign of a fight. I know that I am more guarded with my heart, having had it broken and yet, strangely here I am with a man who would maybe still want me if I was to turn around to him and say I wanted to be his and only his. 

I stand up on the steps and Eric remains on the ground, that way he is able to look me in they eye and he says he still sees me as that girl in the white dress who walked into his bar and I will always be that way to him. My heart melted and it was all I could do not to burst into tears there and then. I wanted and wished so much to be her again. Back at that time I did not know then what I know now, I was not hardened or cynical and I had not nearly been killed countless times or killed anyone to save myself or those I had loved. I had not known any man nor belonged to any man. I had not known love nor heartbreak either, so many things I had not known. Maybe ignorance was bliss, maybe I would have been happier had I not known these things. Yet I had to remember that that girl in the white dress had gone to that bar to try and save Jason, who had been framed for murder. Back then, Gran was also still alive and happy. My life might not have been perfect but it was my life and I was happy. 

I wished that I could be happy again but now I had no idea what I could do to be happy, Could Eric make me happy? Would he? I no longer knew the answer to that question, I had lost a lot of certainty that that girl had in spades. I looked at Eric and it was as though he was as uncertain as I was, he was not used to feeling things or dealing with emotions until that Girl had walked into his bar either. Part of me just wanted to be held by him, to tell him that it was going to be alright, that we would deal with this like everything else we had dealt with before, yet I don’t think he wanted to hear that.

Eric reached into his pocket and got the key to the house, letting us into the house. I remembered my hostess duties that Gran had taught me though I had no true blood to give him due to the factories being bombed. Eric nodded in understanding and asked for a pen and paper. I duly obliged and then watched in horror as he pierced his skin with the nib before writing something on the paper. He told me he was giving me my house back, would send me the deeds. 

I never expected this, not when he had gone to so much trouble to get the house so he could own me, well that was what he thought of at the time. Then again when he bought the house, we had not gotten as close as we eventually became, we had not shared what we shared nor did we live together, though that was for a brief time. We had shared so much since then, we had laughed, cried and had made love in every room of this house. Even as I stood watching him, I could still see visions of us together, entangled in our love making. We were happy then and I was safe and had felt loved then. Maybe he did it because he now loved me?

Practical Eric though was probably doing it to protect me the best way he could. if I owned the house then no vampire could enter without being invited in by me. That included my monstrous neighbour. I am sure that that was in the back of Eric’s mind as he signed the paper and I took it from him. He went to leave but I was not finished, He told me to stay away from Bill and I promised him that I would. I told him about my wish to be that Girl again and to have my life back. I felt tears spring to my eyes as I spoke this wish to him and he seemed to understand. 

To be that Girl again, no vampires could be welcome in my house, I think deep down he knew that as I rescinded his invitation. I watched him move out of the door and the door close. I looked at him from behind the screen, the sadness beginning to overwhelm me but I was not gonna let him see me cry.

We said good night to each other and I turned and walked into the house,

Only then did I allow myself a few tears to fall…

A brief moment passes, a tense standoff follows as Jessica and I stare in disbelief at the mocking form of Bill that sat there in the chair as he used to do, long ago or so it now seems, when he was the man I loved. He rises and moves towards me. I find my voice and tell him to stay back, I go into my fight mode and am ready to kill. This does not deter him, his voice cool and smooth, as it once was when he used to say those sweet things to me, when he showed me that it was possible for even a person like me to love and be loved. He just wanted to talk, yet I did not trust this, he could talk sitting down, he did not need to approach me, he did not near to come near. I remain in my stance though he looks away. 

I am soon aware of the reason why and I am glad for it, I see him throw Nora to the ground before he grabs Eric by the throat, pinning him to the wall. Eric is in full fight mode and inwardly I am pleased to see him. Eric was here now, he was strong and he will sort this thing out then we can all go on and deal with the war. 

Boy was I wrong…

I am horrified to see “Bill” holding Eric strongly with one hand and try as he might, Eric can’t break the grip, can’t get his stake into him. Eric is just as shocked as I am. I can’t watch this, I can’t see this monster kill Eric, right now Eric is the closest thing I have to protection. I act fast, rushing forward and plunging the stake into “Bill” despite Jessica’s protestations. I did not think, I just did it, to save Eric. 

“Bill£ groans as the stake enters his chest, coming out of his heart. Eric looks at me in shock, he never expected me to every even consider killing Bill, least of all to save him. Some may say I was choosing Eric over Bill but the Bill I loved was dead to me, I saw him die. Nothing however could prepare us for what happened next. 

Instead of becoming goo when a vampire is staked “Bill” pulled it right through his body and tossed it aside. If I was of a weaker disposition, I would have passed out at that moment. Eric and I looked at one another, stunned into silence as “Bill” lets up his fangs and simply repeats his request to talk. I swallow hard and listen to what he has to say. 

Using Bill’s voice, he claims not to be a monster but to still be Bill Compton, though something more too. I find that hard to believe, though he says that the man who put the fear in my eyes has gone. That I agreed with, Bill Compton is dead and I felt it. I told him as much and said that he should go, he should leave Bon Temps, leave us all alone, he should never come back. I knew what I was saying, this was the final part of the grieving, I was accepting that Bill was dead and now I did not want to be tortured with any reminders. I did not want to see demons having taken his form living next door to me. I wanted him gone, I wanted to remember Bill for what he was and not what he had become and for that he had to go. 

Jessica however, had other ideas and turned her back on me and the rest of us who had helped her. She ordered us to leave, said her and Bill were staying. I tried to tell her that that was not Bill but she was having none of it. The madness which had infected Jason seemed to have gotten to her too as she now stood before me fangs bared telling us all to go. Eric did not like this and his fangs were bared with a snarl. Though he could not kill “Bill” he could tear Jessica limb from limb if he wanted to. 

I really did not wanna see a vampire bloodbath and fortunately we did not. “Bill” made the ground shake as he told us to go and the next thing I know, Eric has me and is escorting me from the house.

I take one last look back as we walk away and I realise that now my first love, Bill Compton is well and truly dead. 

Jessica’s directions are punctuated with her writhing in pain, screaming and begging for Bill to stop calling her to him. I concentrate on the road and see the Bon Temps sign coming into view. I am stunned by where we are headed, surely he would not have came back here? What if he has gone to his house, that means my neighbour is this evil monster who could kill me as soon as look at me? A cold, sweat rises and I swallow hard, I still had to be strong, just for a little longer. Jessica was still in great pain and was getting weaker by the second. Despite my misgivings, I had to get her to Bill, even if only to end her torment. 

We drive through the familiar streets and it becomes clear that we are going back to Bill’s place. I hear Jessica’s voice telling me to stop and I do so, climbing out of the car as she pours herself out of the passenger’s side. She is covered in blood and weak, staggering like a drunk, barely able to move forward. She moves on towards the porch but I hold back, wrenching out an old fence post and snapping it into two sharp halves. They would have to do as a defence mechanism. The cold, harsh reality hits me as I snap the post that I may have to drive this into Bill’s body. That body that once held me close, that once worshiped my body, that made me feel safe until he broke my heart, could become no more and that could happen by my own hand. It certainly adds a new dimension to ending a relationship, the prospect of staking your ex. 

I move up with Jessica, supporting her and holding onto the stakes. We slowly, tentatively head to the porch and find the door wide open. gathering all our strength, we cross the threshold. We see no sign of “Bill.” but Jessica says he is here, looking down, I see that confirmed by a single bloody footprint on the floor, then another further up the hall. Like some gruesome trail of breadcrumbs, we follow the footprints up the stairs and into a room. The prints snake across the floor and end in a mass of a strange powder. Has “Bill” died and this is all that is left of him. Leading the way, stake held aloft I move cautiously forward until Jessica calls out and falls to the floor. I go back to her and she mumbles my name, pointing in the distance with her stake. 

It seems that the monster is still alive in some form, I move in front of Jessica since, ironically I am the stronger of us right now. Taking a deep breath and gathering all my courage together I move forward, stake held high. I am taking no chances, whether it looks like Bill or not, if it comes for me, I am taking it out. I grab the handle of the porch door and open it, walking forward and looking both sides. 

As I turn round, I see “Bill” sitting in the chair, yet this is not Bill, his stare is icy, like a psychopath. There is no love in his eyes, no feeling or emotion. He has been stripped bare of all of that and not it is just his physical form that remains to mock me, to mock what we once shared.

I stand strong, stake aloft. If I have to, I will kill him. 

We had gotten out of the truck, Eric and Nora had walked off in one direction and Pam in the other, probably after another argument with Eric. Tara, went after Pam to see if she was alright while Jason, Jessica and I walked in the general direction of where Eric and Nora had gone. 

What we needed now, was some kind of plan or at least a direction of how we were going to deal with not only a war having been declared on vampires but a monstrous vampire, the likes of which no one had ever seen before. 

Going over there was a big mistake as we caught the fact that if Bill was an incarnation of Lillith, he had to be destroyed. Right away, I saw Jessica’s heart breaking and my own gave a pang too. Killing Bill would end all hope that he was still in that body, fighting to break free of whatever malevolence had taken a hold of him. Jessica asked but didn’t wait for the answer, speeding off to deal with her heartbreak. I looked at Jason as he needed to go to her, comfort her, tell her it was going to be alright and that we would get to the bottom of this but he said he couldn’t. I was so angry with Jason then and would have loved to have zapped some sense into his head. He had seemingly had a switch flipped inside him that now turned him against all vampires. I did however have more important things to worry about and so, i went after Jessica myself. 

I found her washing the tears from her face, not too far away from us. I stood back a little bit, to give her space since I did not know how she was going to take the news she had received. I was shocked to find her questioning me though about how I felt about Bill. It was hard to explain but Bill, like Eric was now a part of me. All we had shared had grown inside me and it seemed that there would always be a link with me and Bill. Bill now however, scared me like Jessica was now. I felt that she needed to know what we had seen, so sitting beside her, I told her what Eric and I had witnessed. As I told the tale, the tears rose in me and I was choking them back as I spoke to her, probably the only other person in our group who would mourn Bill as we had to now let him go and instead remember the Bill that we had both known and loved. As I spoke those words, the pain trickled through me but I had to be strong for Jessica, I had to let her know she would not be alone and that I would be there for her, she needed me right now more than I needed to give way to my grief. There would be time for that soon enough. 

I held Jessica, soothing her as we listened to the waves crashing on the shore, enjoying the silence and our own memories of Bill, the day I met him and saved him from the Rattrays, the first time he saved me, going to Fangtasia with him, when I thought he was dead, Our first time making love….when he broke my heart. A silent tear rolled down my cheek as I thought of that time, sighing deeply as I was left to question everything about my time with Bill, was it real or an assignment? Yet I always hoped that some of it was real, I had to cling to that as I now said goodbye to the man I had known as my first everything. 

Jason’s voice pierced the night sky and snapped both Jessica and I from our reverie. We both raced to the pier and found him holding a gun at Nora’s heat, roaring about brain raping and where Warlow was. the mention of his name chilled my blood and I listened closer as Nora said he was from the Vampire bible, Lilith’s progeny. I breathed hard as I felt an icy claw of dread wrap itself around my heart, I was promised to a vampire from the bible, not only that but he murdered my parents. Sooner or later Eric would find out about that and what then? Would he help me find a way to stop this?

We got there in the nick of time, Jason had the gun at Nora and Eric had his fangs out and was ready to kill. I wish Jason was aware that Vampires could kill a human in the blink of an eye, I had seen it many times and I know Eric to be very strong and not the kind of vampire to piss off. Yet Jason was doing a very good job of firing him up right now. Eric, in his usual way to try and bring things down applied his usual humour but Jason had lost his mind. 

Drastic action was called for and so I got myself between him and Nora, right now we needed Nora alive as she seemed to know things about Warlow and I wanted to find him too. Neither her nor Eric or Jessica had killed our parents but Jason seemed clouded with rage and unable to see reason. He still held the gun, aimed at me, at my chest and was not putting it down. Not ever Tara’s timely intervention got through to him, though she was now a vampire, she was still Tara, the girl we had grown up with and the girl Jason protected, yet all he saw now was the fact she had fangs. I however still saw Tara, I also saw the other man who was part of me and Jessica, who I would be there for and I stood with them for they had not done me any wrong, and any wrong that had been done was cancelled out by the times that these vampires had saved my life, which was especially true of Eric. 

Jason could not or would not see this and though I was choosing them over him. When he said I was dead to him and ran off, I was hurt but Tara spoke sense, saying he would hopefully come to his senses after he got it out of his system, I mean he usually did. I just had to hope this time was the case too. 

I did not have time to dwell on this as Jessica suddenly froze, Bill or the thing in his body was calling her. I had seen calls before and it was like a shiver but this was far worse. Jessica was being pulled towards some unknown destination. I couldn’t let her go, not after what we saw, she could be killed. Eric stood in front of her, using all his strength to stop her moving but she threw up and screamed in pain as though she was going to be torn in two. She was prostrate, blood trickling from her mouth as she tore her shirt to reveal a bruise as though her hear was being squeezed, like she was being riven by a wild beast. She was screaming in a way that only the truly agonised and pained could scream. Despite Nora’s warnings, I had to take her to answer the call. I looked at Eric and willed him to come with us as my mind had been made up. He knew it too and did not try and stop me, instead wishing me luck. 

I managed to get Jessica into the truck and we drove off, Jessica screaming and contorting in agony for the entire journey into the unknown.

What would greet us when we got there, I did not know. I didn’t even know if we would make it out alive. 

eric x sookie 6.01

@EricNorthmanSVM and I 

We all sat in silence as we drove back to Bon Temps, trying to figure out what we had seen, had it indeed been real. We all seemed to be listening to our internal voices for a while, though I was trying to stifle mine due to the confusion of what I had seen.

They say the Devil takes a form most pleasing to you, that and things that wish to do you harm. Maybe the fact that this thing had assumed Bill’s shape he meant us all harm? He could have killed us with ease but yet he let us get away, that had to be it, he had let us escape because he wants to toy with us and drive us to insanity before he finally strikes. Well maybe he does, who knows any more. All I know is that we need to deal with this at some point in the not too distant future and I for one am dreading that prospect.

My heart is heavy, slowly breaking inside. Do I mourn him now that he has gone? But has he gone? Maybe there is still something of him left inside and he needs to fight the evil to become himself again. I push it to the back of my mind right now, I can think about this when I am alone.

To try and break some of the tension in the truck, Eric turns on the radio to the news. That did not seem to have the desired affect since Jason seemed to be agreeing with the views on the news that were very much anti vampire. It was as though we were bearing witness to war being declared on vampires and here was my brother, agreeing with them.

Jason was never the brightest, given that he was declaring support for a war while he was sitting in a truck of vampires. Queue the inevitable arguments from the company Jason was in, with Eric and I indulging in a shared rolling of eyes and a wish to tell them all to shut the hell up. If only Jason knew what i did, that if it wasn’t for vampires, 2 in particular, I would have been dead a long time ago. It takes a great deal of self control not to point this out to Jason. 

How would he feel if the same restrictions being put on vampires were put on him, if he was hearing people being told to arm themselves against him, though it is pointless to argue with him right now and all I can muster is telling him to shut up. Jason doesn’t like this and wonders why I stick up for Vampires but when the only 2 men you have ever loved not to mention your best friend, happen to be vampires, you gain a different perspective on things. 

I sit there trying not to get into too much of a fight with Jason and willing this journey to be over. It seems as though Eric was reading my mind though because he pulls the car over at a beach and stops, saying he needs to speak to Nora alone. I watch him and Nora depart and sigh heavily, getting out of the car and taking in the surroundings. 

It seems that my life is destined to spin and keep on spinning. Maybe one day it will stop long enough for me to have something of a normal life like everyone else. How else can you explain what has happened lately.

I watched my first…well everything die and then return right before my eyes. Well, his physical body has returned but the thing inside is not Bill, it is something far worse. There was nothing in his eyes when he came back, no love or compassion. He did not know who we were, he was a monster, he was to be feared. I did not hesitate to run when Eric told me to and I am glad he was with me, picking me up when I tripped and fell face first into vampire goo before he bundled me into the elevator.

Eric seemed to be in as much of a state of disbelief as I was, though he still checked I was alright. The Elevator ride seemed like an eternity, with all the banging and flickering going on. We guessed that the monster was the one behind it and we were right when all of a sudden the elevator stopped dead and the power went out.

I will admit to being deathly scared out of my wits when that happened and again, I was glad that Eric was there because I could not have coped alone, not in the dark with the malevolent presence bearing down on me. I managed to sum up enough power to provide light for Eric to find a hatch to rip open. We thought that that would open right into the shaft but we were wrong. Luckily, Eric channeled all of his feelings into his fists at that moment and pummeled on the roof until we felt the welcome blast of the night air. 

We had no time to lose, the evil was getting closer. Eric wasted no time in scooping me up and flying up the elevator shaft. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him tight as we reached the top of the shaft before Eric kicked through the door like it was made of paper. He seemed to take a little longer to put me down and in another place and time, I would have asked why but right now we had no time for that as the place was still crawling with vampire guards. 

I remained close to Eric, since he was the only thing that could protect me from anything….except the malevolence invading Bill’s body, and we ran quickly to the exit, narrowly avoiding a posse of guards heading out of the compound. We managed to locate a good sized truck and gain the keys from a guard who tried to attack Eric, which in normal circumstances is pretty stupid but in these circumstances is just downright insane. 

We got in the car and I buckled up. I looked at Eric and we both shared a brief silent moment, unable to express what we had witnessed but both understanding that everything had changed before Eric hit the gas and we headed off to find Jason and the others and get the hell out of here. We didn’t get too far before we saw the culmination of the monster’s subterranean work as the explosion and fire burst forth from the compound. 

Eric drove with speed towards the exit and we were rewarded with the sight of Jason and the others, who wasted no time in bundling into the truck. Jessica asked me the question that I did not want to have to answer at that time about Bill, all I could do was shake my head and try not to burst into tears. I looked away from Jessica at that time, I did not wanna see her pained expression just then.

We were all, however drawn to look back at the flaming building by a presence, we could not look away, it was as though it compelled us all.

We saw the monster, this malevolence, this thing that had invaded Bill emerge, unscathed, his eyes wide and fangs extended before he launched himself off into the night. 

We left that compound faster than you could down a shot of Patron. 

I waken to the sounds of the day piercing through the light tight coverings and I smile as we are still tangled in one another. I had been as good as my word, lying with you, wrapped up in your arms as we talked until the pull of dawn took you from me. We were as we had been before we had wed, when we were getting to know every little detail about each other. We made plans for the future, a future for both of us and our family. We talked of what the twins would be like when they could walk and talk, if they would be more like you or I, of how they would do at school, whether they would go to college and what they would want to be when they became adults. 

We talked of the holidays we would have, the places we would visit and the adventures that were yet to come. We were both happily engaged in our plans that the time went by so fast before the Dawn came and we slept. As I lie in your arms now, while the babies sleep in the next room, I replay our talks and smile. For those talks never once mentioned the gloom of separation, the pain of being parted. Ocella’s plans and designs on you never featured once, though they loom over us and threaten us. 

Ocella said to me that emotions had made you weak and yet I disagree with that. I had not introduced emotions to you, you had already had them inside you before we met. All I had done was awaken them within you. When I first saw you on that throne, I knew you were full of life, more so than any vampire I had met before, or since. You were not afraid of what you were nor ashamed of it. You were glad you did not have to skulk in the shadows any more and were free to be yourself. You were proud of what you were and accepted what you were. I had never met someone who was not conventional who had been like this on the scale that you were. Deep in my mind, I was already attracted to you for that. 

In time, through all of our adventures and struggles, the attraction grew until I could not ignore it and I acted on it. You taught me to be proud of my difference, that it was not a disability and that I was not “Crazy Sookie.” As we knew each other more, our emotions came to the fore and we expressed them. It was as though you had woken me from a long sleep and had brought me back into the waking world. It was as though you had answered the calls of my soul with your presence. 

Even now, as this threat presents itself, I find no time to be heartbroken, rather I am determined in the plans we have made. I refuse to be parted from you for good, for I know deep down if Ocella were to succeed he will never be able to silence that part of me that calls out to you and only you. That secret song which only lovers share between themselves, that unbreakable bond which nothing and no one can tear apart. It is that secret song that drives me on to ensure he does not succeed, to ensure that I liberate your mind from his control so that you may be truly free and able to live your life as you see fit. Just as you had liberated me in my mind and body then so I shall do likewise or die trying.

Ocella is misguided in his ways and thoughts on emotions, for it is those very traits he curses that make me more stronger than he could imagine. It is those things that make me powerful enough to defy his will and fight for what is mine.

As I untangle myself from you, I kiss you and stroke your hair, smiling as I replace the blankets. I murmur into your ear before I go to start my day,

“I will not fail us, Eric.”

This is the person behind the character that you follow talking. I suppose you think it is odd but it happens from time to time when there are serious issues to consider and discuss.

The one i want to write about tonight is Cyber Bullying

As a long suffering victim of real life bullying, I thought things could not get worse but I was very wrong. I already had no self esteem, confidence, self worth or anything. I act every day just to get through living and all I want to do is retreat to the safety of my home where no one looks at me or sneers or laughs behind my back or anything. 

My escape is this world that I have created. A world where I am everything I am not in real life. Twitter is still this good kind of world to me but my escapes are running out, which scares me.

I also play World of Warcraft and for the last couple of days have been subjected to abuse and bullying from a little clique in my Guild. In this guild they did everything, always and if you objected, then you were battered down. Well tonight they ganged up on me for the last time and abused me for the last time, so much so that I snapped and dark thoughts entered my mind. 

There was no compassion, understanding from these trolls, instead they made fun of me, ganged up some more and trivialised it. They could not see that their words, their arrogance, their calling my characters and game play rubbish affected me, they just shrugged their shoulders, said so what, blamed me for everything and removed me from their guild.

I am glad I have gone, I was hating being ganged up by the clique and for them to poke fun of my misery and erode any little self worth i have further still. Yet they hide behind characters in a game so they think it is OK. They think it is banter yet they knew it hurt me.

Some of you may read this and think. it is only a game. Yes well these people take the game very seriously, probably cause it is the only way they can feel big and important, and making other people feel bad adds to that. Cyber Bullying can happen anywhere, in a game, on face book, on twitter, in role play, anywhere.

The result of all of this is I am now in relapse, heading back to therapy and probably stronger medication, stepping backward instead of forward. 

If I knew the real identities of these people, I would have the police at their doors, believe you me cause no one has the right to make you feel bad about yourself or drive you to suicidal thoughts only to laugh at you when you have them.

I have reported these people to the game but I doubt that anything will be done. These people will wriggle out of it and I will be left alone.

The worrying thing about cyber bullying is that you are being bullied in a place you are using as an escape. It means you run out of escapes until the only one left is the final escape. 

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Transcript of @SookieStack_SVM and @EricNorthmanSVM interviewed by Marlo Day for her show Hardline. @Marlo_Hardline

Transcript March 16, 2013

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Transcript of @SookieStack_SVM and @EricNorthmanSVM interview with @Marlo_Hardline