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Top 5 Hottest Men of True Blood

Eric Northman

'Humans... honestly, Bill. I don't know what you see in them.'

This arrogant, tall and blond vampire viking sure knows how to stand his ground in a supe-dominated world. Death means nothing to him and he can be very menacing when threatened. His innocent small-boy look adds to his charm and makes him irresistible to women, despite a shadow of danger lurking within his gaze. It doesn't matter how many human spines he tears out or how many people he savagely massacres; his innocence, strong sense of loyalty and a cool detached air make it easy for him to lure victims into his blood traps.

Bill Compton

'Sookie, you cannot be frightened of everythin' you don't know in this world.'

Bill seems to be one of the few vampires in the series with a lukewark temperament. He is also one the few who has managed to retain his human compassion, displayed mainly by his over-protectiveness of Sookie Stackhouse. Although he claims to be deeply in love with her, he seems oddly confused with his feelings at times and tends to withdraw himself emotionally in certain situations, ending up feeling guilty for letting her down. This fanger's charm lies in his immense intellectuality and silent brooding....not to forget, his sexy bangs in the first season.

Jason Stackhouse

'Sarah Newlin: You're worse than Judas!
Jason Stackhouse: Why? What'd he do to you?'

Jason's athletic form and innate goodness make up for the fact that his is a total dimwit with zero morals. He's the perfect example of someone who's ruled by an organ besides his brain and the pal lying in his pants seems to be a natural compass that navigates him through most difficulties in  his life and lands him in quite a few as well. Despite this, women take to him thanks to his lost puppy look, spontaneity and masculine bravado.

Sam Merlotte

'It took me this long to realize you suffer a lot longer hidin' something than if you face up to it.'

This dependable bar owner has qualities that most inhabitants of Bon temps lack, such as kindness, tolerance, and unswerving devotion to all his near and dear. He takes matters into his own hands, sacrificing a whole lot for the wellbeing of his friends and often ends up with nothing in the bargain. His numerous heroic feats have garnered love and affection from gorgeous women like Luna Garza and Nicole Wright.


Alcide Herveaux

Sookie Stackhouse: I can't change who I love. Lord knows I've tried.
Alcide Herveaux: Try harder.

Alcide, the hunky  werewolf may seem at first glance, a bad boy who needs to be tamed. But beneath that hairy and short-tempered exterior, hides a big golden heart that can never be unfair and ruthless in any of his dealings. Not only has he helped the ones he loves, but he's also assisted vampires and shapeshifters which is a pretty humbling deal for a proud werewolf who once led a pack of wolves.

Across Enemy Lines

You remind me of regal figures which exude raw power and endless confidence. You are much like a lion, proudly parading the territory it has claimed. You could come off for a french aristocrat with your tender features, cutting remarks and dangerous arrogance. You could be the actor who stars in a life-long series of successes at the box-office and ultimately ends up winning the Liftetime Achievement Award. You are quite like the CEO cum billionaire of a company with an endless number of loyal admirers, wanton lovers and envious rivals. But most importantly, you could be that missing piece of my heart that I seem to have lost but can't recollect when. We simple cannot unite; for fear of hatred and abandon  from our respective families. Families which are as good as non-existent; the kind which wake up only when threats to their pride and security become more profound. Families which make me sick with their needless violence, interference and psychological manipulation. How I wish i could run far away with you to the wilderness and escape this tedious circus of a  life where we are humiliated, abused and laughed down at. We could then live out a fairytale romance worthy of being published as a novel, where you could rightfully claim your title as King of the Jungle and I, as your faithful queen.

Hell's Oven: Quarter of A Passage

It's been a depressing walk through the thick and deadly fog. But I'm finally able to spy the beam of light at the end of my passage through the graveyard. I've battled the withered; but far from weak grasp of the zombies rising out of their graves, the occasional rock and overhanging bats who create chaos the moment they get a sniff of a perspiring or bleeding body. The disgusting half-rotting zombies with degenerating brain cells, mostly being relatives, 'friends', professors, classmates and complete strangers. The rock stands for challenges that life has thrown across my path; making me trip and lose my balance, disoriented but stronger than ever. The troublesome bats represent Love that has come to me in the form of pets, boys and men; who are present long enough to cause an uproar and disappear the instant they find someone better than me. Despite all these challenges, I've held onto all that which is precious to me and been able to preserve my integrity and pride. I have only six more months to wait out, before I can experience and feel the entire glow of the Guiding Star on my skin. Six months more to come back to what I once was, holding in my hand, the proof needed to prove I'm not much of an idiot after all. Proof that I'm still alive after battling with supernatural forces, hunger as well as wicked mortals. Stephen King could base an entire horror trilogy on these three years of mine; but I'd much rather forget I even lived through them.

Gravity (2013)

I'd gone yesterday on an outing with a friend of mine for lunch as Texas Bar & Restaurant followed by a trip to Inox. Guess which movie we went for? The science fiction thriller with a bit of spirituality injected into it- Gravity. The movie was amazing in 3D and Sandra Bullock had an almost similar role to enact, as in the movie 'Speed' where she co-starred with Keanu Reeves. Gravity was a wee bit depressing though especially when we come to the realization that the handsome and charming Mark Kowalsky (George Clooney) has tragically died in space, thereby, putting an end to his amusing story-telling. Here's the Plot summary,

 Dr. Ryan Stone is a brilliant medical engineer on her first shuttle mission, with veteran astronaut Matt Kowalsky  in command of his last flight before retiring. But on a seemingly routine spacewalk, disaster strikes. The shuttle is destroyed, leaving Stone and Kowalsky completely alone - tethered to nothing but each other and spiraling out into the blackness.

My Poison-Love

There's no hope left for me, especially not where love is concerned. Why can't a single relationship last? If not forever, then why not just for a few months? Are members of the opposite sex so repulsed by commitment, that they are willing to cherish their bachelorhood and freedom at the risk of being lonely, bitter and miserable old men someday? Is this what love has been reduced to? Mere intimacy and goodbyes soon after? Maybe it's just not my time right now, but Time sure isn't waiting for me and may even come to an unexpected end, sometime in the future. I'm beginning to believe that It (Love) doesn't even exist. That it just came about as a concept from literature, theatre and the arts, created by romantic fools such as I, who've stuck their heads permanently into the clouds and never seem to come down to their senses. Fools who refuse to see what's right infront of them and instead take off onto an unfamiliar path which ultimately proves dangerous to them.Well, I resign myself to fate and whatever it has in store for me, even if it means killing myself slowly with the poison that threatened to take my life 7 years ago. Time to continue drudging through this never-ending road of nothingness called 'Life' and prove myself as a source of amusement for the mighty and twisted Creator (whom I'm not even sure,exists).

Prince of The Ball

His pampered-brat facade, which I was unfortunately exposed to, conceals a charming and pleasant side of him which would want to make any girl dance with him and forget the world around her. His calming voice, light laugh and twinkling eyes only serve to highlight a beauty that is unique to him and him alone. He moves on his feet with the grace and agility of a panther and sleeps like one as well; with an eye always alert and on the lookout for any sign of his prey. His touch feels like newly spun silk and he cleverly disguises his possessiveness with a charm which would lead no woman to stray. He commands attention, affection and loyalty; all of which he gives in abundance to those he truly cares about. He has a temper which stays for only a split second before it gives rise to the most radiant smile seen on the face of the planet. He promises neither commitment nor fairytale ending; but every fiber of his body and soul cry out for just that. It is a pity that his beautiful soul yearns to cut short a life of love and merriment by abusing the body it has been gifted, through smoke and poison. But it is only a matter of time before he realizes that he deserves all the love in the world and much more than that.

The Four Years

So I'm going about my everyday routine of visiting the college library when all of a sudden, I spot a most unexpected soul. He glides down the stairs in his priestly attire without a single impulsive motion, which used to be one of his distinguishing characteristics once upon a time. He isn't a stranger to me; yet he sure comes across as one. He patiently waits for the crowds of people to pass him by on their way up. The real him would have just rudely barged into them without pausing for a second to reconsider his actions. Who knows where it's all gone? His spontaneity, the hot-headedness and the aggression? They all seem to have disappeared within a span of four years, with the appearance of his dull robe and a meek new demeanor. He catches a glimpse of me as I wave my unopened umbrella at a friend by way of greeting.  I can hardly contain my excitement and nearly trip over in shock. But the memories of pain and heartbreak soon come back to me; if only for a second. I soon recover and conceal my emotions cleverly, with a practice that's four years old. Unable to think objectively, I speed up my pace and run over to my refuge. He soon catches up but says and does nothing. He walks past with an air of dettachment, which surprisingly doesn't hurt anymore. I feel numb and scan my eyes blankly over a newspaper without really reading the printed words. It's been a long, empty and dreadful four years since I set eyes on the man I could have once cut my heart out for; but love no longer.

Five Silly Puppets

There's a little puppet I know;
whose skin is as black as coal.
Try lavishing him with affection,
he reluctantly turns the other way.
Run away from him;
he follows you all the way home.

The second puppet;
she isn't any better.
She stomps around and pouts all day;
knowing when she won't get her way.
Twenty one she turns, the year after;
Hasn't grown any wiser.

Puppet Number Three has one foul mouth;
and a dirty mind to match.
What he whispers can be heard a mile away;
nothing pleasant can he say.
Slapping female behinds, is a favourite pass-time of his;
The thrill he gets from it, is one I will never understand.

Puppet Four seems like an angel;
generous and giving of all her resources.
Alas! There is one thing she hides;
that's her enormous pride.
She secretly thinks she was made to reach the stars;
She has far to go, incredibly far.

Puppet Five has his nose forever stuck up in the air;
And never does he play fair.
Keep going on the way you do, Mister;
your nose could grow as long as Pinocchios
inevitably reaching the Ozone;
and create a hole as problematic as the already existing one.

I could go on and on;
about flaws, remedial measures and righteous ways.
But who I am to say?
With dice, teacups and cards, I play my life away.
I could be just another one of them;
A puppet who has gone astray.

Wide Sargasso Sea (2006)

Antoinette Cosway, a young female landowner in 1840s Jamaica, marries Edward Rochester, despite receiving several warnings against doing so. As they become intimate and begin falling in love, their marriage seems headed off to a good start. It is only when Antoinette's old jamaican nurse, Christophine, grows more suspicious of Edward and Edward is influenced by Antoinette's cousin, Daniel; that the troubles begin. Daniel poisons Edward's mind about Antoinette, implying that she has already had a lover and is destined to become mentally retarded like her mother. He also mentions that she performs black magic with Christophine's help. Edward who was once strongly attached to his wife, starts to withdraw into his shell, leaving Antoinette devastated and unable to salvage her failing marriage. Antoinette decides to tell Edward the truth about her mother as well as her brother, confirming that madness does run in her family; this ,however, fails to bring them any closer. She then poisons his drink, all of a sudden blinding him with strong lust for her. His suspicions are confirmed the next morning, when he learns of what happened; this news, filling him with fury and disgust. He commits adultery with a servant soon after, and tells his wife that he does not love her. On discovering this, Antoinette withdraws emotionally as well. She is later taken to Rochester Mansion in England and kept guard on by a servant, due to her unstable mind. She is now called 'Bertha' and refuses to believe that she has been brought to England. The film ends with her setting fire to the mansion with her sleeping husband and maid still in it and ends up committing suicide by jumping off the roof.