I needed answers and I knew that instead of going straight to the stubborn source (Eric), I would start with his beloved Pam. As soon as I stepped foot outside of the famed vampire nightclub, Fangtasia, I knew for a fact Eric wasn't there. Though his scent did linger, which meant that he had been there recently. I watched as dozens of prettied-up humans stood in line to get in, only a few of them actually succeeding. Morrigan sneered, never really having a taste for "fangbanger's" while I always thought they were amusingly suicidal. Even if I had no bloodlust left I could still enjoy the irony of their stupidity.

I took several strides towards the front door, walking straight past the aggravated humans and to the bouncer at the door.

"Hey that's not fair!" One of the stupid ones called.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, you can't cut in line." A rather large and intimidating vampire told me as I approached him.

I laughed at him, shaking my head. "Sweety, you're too young to be telling me what I can and cannot do."

He gasped when he found my fingers wrapped around his neck, hissing and baring his fangs at me as I lifted him off the ground. I didn't feel the need to do such a thing as I threw him against the wall and entered the club with Morrigan at my side.

As soon as I walked in I could smell blood everywhere. Writhing bodies and careless laughter filled my ears and I soon found this place was a lot more welcoming than most vampire bars I'd been to. But that wasn't what I was here for.

My reason for arrival stood by the bar, studiously watching a dark skinned vampire I assumed she had made. I weaved through the crowd, taking Pam by surprise as I appeared before her, leaning against the bar and giving her the dangerous smirk I offered all my old friends. I watched her freeze, her eyes wide with realization.

"Elektra." She muttered from her voluptuous lips. "What are you-"

"Oh, you know why." I waved her off. "Where is Eric?"

"I don't-"

I grabbed her neck just as I had the bouncer, the urgency and danger in my eyes far more visible than before.

"Pamela, I suggest you tell me where he is. Right now." I snapped, ignoring the way Morrigan swept away her progeny as if she was a small fly, sending her back against a wall of alcohol bottles.

I sighed, realizing how half the room was either growling at me in defense of a fellow vampire or running out the door screaming. "Morrigan, you didn't have to make a scene."

She shrugged at me and I shook my head before looking back to Pam. I removed my hand from her throat and straightened out my jacket.

"Shall we talk somewhere more private?" I smiled more warmly at her, and she nodded quickly before leading me to her office.

I threw a look over my shoulder to the others around us before glancing over at Morrigan.

"Settle the crowd, darling." I told her before following Pam.

The blond vampire was more shaken than I'd ever seen her, but she always seemed to be that way around me. While she kept her cold, no-bullshit attitude around others she knew me as more of a danger than any other being she'd ever met. I also took no one's bullshit, I just had more morals than to kill someone for just pissing me off. However, I wasn't above torture. And after all, living as long as I had I knew more ways to torture a vampire than any other.

"Now, where were we?" I sighed, leaning back against the door and watching her intently. "Oh yes, you were going to tell me where Eric is."

"I don't know." She huffed, and I watched her hold back her emotion carefully. "He released me."

"He released you…" I raised an eyebrow at her, not truly believing what I was hearing but knowing it was true. "That's odd. Eric had a special kind of infatuation for you. Why?"

"He had other matters to attend to." Pam muttered, looking away from me at the ground.

"Okay, so listen, Pam." I stood up straight and took several slow steps towards her, loving when she tensed up. "I'm on a tight schedule. It seems you maker has gone bat-shit crazy, along with several others. Your cooperation means the survival of hundreds of thousands of human and vampire lives. Without your assistance war will be upon us and I won't even be able to guarantee your safety."

Pam stood in shock for a few moments before stuttering out an answer.

"The last I heard he was bringing Russell Edgington to The Authority…" She said. "He was going to die if he didn't… and possibly if he did. I don't even know if he's still alive…"

"Oh, he's still alive." I grumbled, but her eyes brightened.

I bit my lip, tapping my chin with my index finger in thought.

"So let me get this straight…" I started. "Russell Edgington didn't meet the true death a year ago. He was free this whole time?"

"No." She shook her head and loosened up a little bit with her signature eye roll. "He was encased in concrete. Eric and Bill thought it seemed more just. Obviously he was going to get out sometime."

"Bill?" I questioned.

"The King of Louisiana." She told me. "He's been a problem for a while now. But for some odd reason Eric and him seem to be butt buddy's now."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "In the literal sense?"

"No!" Pam gasped in horror before lowering her voice. "At least I hope not. That would just be absolutely disgusting."

"Ah…" I shook the thought out of my head. "So Edgington got out? How?"

"I don't know…" Pam shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is that he did and Eric and Bill traded his life for their own. The last time I saw he was leaving to hunt Russell down and bring him to the counsel."

"I see." I muttered. "Well that's just peachy. Looks like I'm going to New Orleans."

"What did Eric do? What did you see?" Pam pleaded as I turned to the door.

My hand froze on the door handle, wondering if I should even tell her what I had seen. I came to the conclusion that she'd worry herself to death if I didn't tell her something.

"He didn't do anything yet." I told her finally, knowing that a lie would be better than the truth. "But don't worry. I'm going to stop him from doing whatever stupidity he has planned next."

Pam wasn't able to protest as I disappeared out the door. Morrigan merely watched as I passed her by before taking her own sweet time to follow me out the door.

"Find out anything new?" She asked as we stepped into the fresh night air.

"Sure." I told her flatly. "I found out that Eric Northman is just as much of an imbecile as he was two hundred years ago."

She laughed before we took to the skies.