A/N: Hey guys! Sorry this took so long to get out. I just started my second semester of college, and it's been crazy. :/ I just finished this chapter tonight (it's 2AM where I am, and I have 8AM class tomorrow... I'm so gonna regret this), and wanted to get it to you guys ASAP, so let me know if there's any mistakes, or if something doesn't make sense. I get a little loopy after midnight. ^-^ Thanks for all the favorites, follows, and reviews. This story is at 78 follows, 48 favorites, and 20 reviews. 0_0 I love you all.
"So, you drink blood," Blondie questioned as he sat in his office chair. I was lounging on the couch, because it was comfy and I lurve it.
"Yep. Well, kinda. I usually drink from blood bags. I have to drink every once in a while, usually every month or two. If I go for long periods without blood, I get weaker and more... human, I guess. After a certain point it becomes painful. Normally I would be able to go several more weeks without blood, but, fucking chair legs," I shook my head, pouting as I looked down at the hole in my abdomen.
"What else can you do?" Blondie asked.
"Uh, I have a high tolerance against glamouring. I have the vamp-like fangs, but my other teeth also become sharp. I can run faster than some vampires, depending on their age. It takes a crap load of alcohol to get me drunk, but it can be done. I heal faster than humans, and I age really slowly."
"You age slowly... How old are you?"
"I've been alive for 70 years now."
"70?" He questioned, to which I nodded. "What are you?"
I let out a sigh, "I really wish I knew. One day I was a normal humane, the next day I was a freak being hunted by psychopaths."
"So you just woke up one morning like... this?"
"Uh, not exactly. It was more like waking up a month later with a sever case of memory loss in an alleyway dumpster. Godric thinks I was glamoured to forget how I became like this, but we don't know for sure."
"Who is hunting you?"
"What is this, twenty questions?" I snapped.
Blondie rolled his eyes, "How very original."
I let out an annoyed huff. "It's this group of people. I dunno, they're weird... and crazy... and fucking assholes. About a month after Godric found me, two of their minions kidnapped me. They had me in a hotel room for a couple days... Godric found me when they started moving me to another location."
"What did they want with you?"
"I don't know. They didn't tell me." I let out a sigh, wincing as the movement caused the chair leg wound to sting. "So, blood... Wanna go on an adventure?"
"No."
"Come on, Blondie. Let's go to the hospital!"
"For what?" He growled.
"Blood, ya blond doufus."
... Blondie wasn't amused.
Blondie and I were at a nearby hospital... and by nearby, I mean an hour long drive. Ugh, it was an awkwardly silent drive that lasted way too long. After arriving, we moved to the back of the hospital, finding a door.
"Do they just hand blood out to vampires now?" He asked as we stood there, wrinkling his nose.
"... No."
"Then how are we getting the blood?"
"We're going to ask. Or, I'm going to ask. you're going to tell them." When he just raised a confused eyebrow, I said, "Glamour, you fool. Good god, for a thousand year old vampire, you sure can be slow."
"And why would I glamour them for you?"
"... Because I asked nicely?"
"You didn't even ask!"
"Oh my god," I exclaimed. "Blondie," I said, giving him my brightest smile, "will you, por favor, glamour one of the hospital staff members into getting me some blood bags?"
"No."
"I asked nicely! I even smiled! And it was a freaking adorable smile!" He stared walking away. "I will call Godric and make him maker command you! He won't be happy to know you aren't feeding me properly."
He growled, but turned around and stormed towards me. "I'm doing this for Godric, not you."
I let out a gasp, clutching at my heart, "Gah! your words wound me!"
Blondie rolled his eyes before twisting the door handle... only it didn't move. "It's locked."
"Kick it down!" It could be like a badass spy movie!
"I'm not destroying a hospital door. Find another way in."
"Oh my god!" I groaned, but moved forward, pulling my lock-picking set out of my pocket. I knelt in front of the door and got to work. A couple minutes later, I opened the door. "Tada!"
"I don't even want to know why you know how to do that," Blondie muttered, shaking his head as we walked in.
"I swear, I have a perfectly good, perfectly normal reason..." Okay, I didn't. Whatever. We made out way into the hospital, walking until we found a nurse.
"Hey!" I yelled, waving my arms to grab the woman's attention.
"Yes? Can I help you?" She asked with a smile.
"Ya, where do you keep the blood bags? And can I have some?"
Her smile faded, "What?"
I turned to Blondie, "Bruh, do yo magic."
He rolled his eyes at me, but complied with my request. "How many bags do you want?"
"Three."
He turned to the nurse and locked his gaze with hers. "Go into the supply room, and bring us back three bags of blood.' the nurse walked off to go fetch the blood bags.
I turned to Blondie and held up my hand, wiggling my thumb. "Thumb war?"
After several attempts at getting Blondie to engage in any sort of activity other tan standing there (I tried challenging him to a game of Uno... seriously, who passes up Uno?), the nurse came back with my blood bags, handing them to Blondie.
"Thank you," Blondie said as he took them from the nurse, once again locking his gaze with hers, "You've been very helpful. Now, you will forget that we stopped by, you will forget that you took the blood from the supply room." And with that, we left the dazed nurse standing there as we left the hospital.
Back in the car, Blondie drove down the road. He glanced over at me and raised an eyebrow as I held onto the blood bags. "Aren't you going to drink?"
I snorted, "And risk spilling in your car? No thanks. I'd like to live to my 80th birthday."
He, surprise surprise, rolled his eyes... Deep down, he loved me. I swear.
Back at the lovely Fangtasia, I dashed over to the bar, clutching the blood bags in a death grip. I put one of them in the mini fridge behind the bar, and grabbed a knife, piercing one of the blood bags. I brought it to my lips and greedily sucked the blood out of the bag. And it was freaking delicious. Now, it wasn't as good as blood straight from the vein, but it was a hell of a lot better than TruBlood.
After draining the first bag, I pierced the second and quickly emptied it as I had the first. Placing the bags on the counter, I looked up to see Pam and Blondie with amused smirks on their faces. "What?" I questioned.
"You're a messy eater," Pam replied.
Blondie vamped over to me and brought his finger up to my face, wiping some blood off my chin. He started to bring his blood covered finger to his lips, but I grabbed onto his hand and stuck my tongue out, licking the blood off of his finger, to which he raised an eyebrow.
"My blood," I said, before licking my lips clean.
"Well, I am heading home. I'll see you tomorrow," Pam said.
"Good day, Pamela," Blondie said.
"Good day, Eric."
"Bye bye, Pam!" I yelled, waving.
Pam shot me an amused smirk before disappearing.
"Dibs on the shower!" I hollered, before dashing off into the bedroom, then the bathroom. I quickly stripped and hopped into the heavenly shower. After my shower, I went back into the bedroom and flopped down onto the bed next to Blondie. "Hey, Blondie?"
"Yes?" Was that annoyance in his voice? ...Yeah, that was definitely annoyance.
"What's gonna happen to Ken?" I questioned.
"Why do you ask?"
"Just curious," I said as I let out a yawn.
"There's a tribunal being held tomorrow. I will take Bill there, and the Magister will decide what his punishment will be."
"Are you going to bring me with to the tribunal, or leave me here?"
"You will come with me. I told Godric I would not let you out of my sight. And I don't trust you enough to leave you here alone."
I chose to ignore that last part. "Cool. I've never been to a tribunal before."
He let out a sigh. "Go to sleep, Anna."
"Fiiiiine," I whined. I wiggled underneath the covers and curled up next to Blondie. "Night night, Blondie," I mumbled, before drifting off to sleep.
The next night, as we were getting ready for the Tribunal, Blondie and Pam hired a replacement for Longshadow. The new guy's name was Chow. I liked Chow. He was a helluva lot nicer than Longshadow was... He gave me a tootsie roll. He was my new BFF.
We all traveled over to Ken's place to pick him up for the tribunal. Before we could leave for the tribunal, Ken demanded that we stopped at Barbie's place of work so Ken could say his goodbyes. Ken and Barbie were cute and lovey-dovey and made me want to puke. Bleh.
Anyways, after the sappy couple said their sappy byes, we headed off to the Tribunal... which was interesting. It was located in a junkyard, and the Magister was easily spotted sitting upon a chair in the bed of a pickup truck... Classy. Vampires were gathered around, and they were currently going over the case of a vampire who, apparently, fed on another vampire's human.
A woman vampire walked up to the male vampire that was chained in silver. She ripped out one of his fangs and showed it to the crowd before tossing it for a vampire to catch.
"Idiot," the Magister said, "You fed on a human that belonged to another. Three months of starving 'till your fangs grow back will teach you some better manners. Brothers and sisters of the tribunal, is this fair? Is this just?" The vampire crowd all let out approving cheers. The Magister called to the woman vampire, "The other one, please. From the root."
The woman reached into the vampire's mouth with a pliers, grasping his tooth and ripping it out. I flinched, rubbing where my fangs would be. Ow.
"Sentence passed and executed. The trial is concluded, best of luck. Moving on..." the Magister looked down at his phone, "Ah, this looks interesting. Eric Northman, sheriff of Area 5."
Blondie stepped forward. "Magister," he greeted.
"Well then... bring me your murderer," he requested. Ken was brought forward... Dun dun dun.
OH MY GOD, WHY? I was so bored. Never again will I go to a tribunal. I now understood why Godric had refused to take me to any. It was slow, and boring, and lifeless. I had never enjoyed watching those judge shows on TV, and this was just like one of those. I glanced around at the vampires gathered for this. They seemed way too happy to be there. Fuck them.
... I should've brought a monopoly board. Or Clue.
Letting out a sigh, followed by a groan, I decided to tune back into the case. Maybe something interesting would happen... Please, something interesting happen. I would pay someone a million dollars to start singing Circle of Life from The Lion King and hold a baby up, Rafiki-style.
"You murdered a higher life form for the sake of your pet!" the Magister spat. "You broke an ancient and fundamental law. You decreased our numbers at a critical time in our history. Very bad. Very, very bad."
"Magister... Longshadow broke the law first. She was mine and he knew it. He would have killed her and fed from her." ...Seriously, Ken? How was it that I knew more about how vampire laws worked than he did? Like, wot?
"Hello, HUMAN! Irrelevant. It happens every day!"
"He was stealing from Eric."
"Sheriff...?"
"Yes, Magister, it's true," Blondie spoke up. "Longshadow was a thief and a liar. He was hurting my business."
"The business part... that is a serious offense."
"And," Ken added, "It was the human who exposed Longshadow. Would you tell him, Eric?"
"The only reason the girl was there was because I called her," Blondie replied.
"To protect your wealth," Ken all but growled.
"To protect my wealth, yes," Blondie agreed. "Magister, she is... valuable."
"Humans exist to serve us, that is their only value," the Magister said... The Magister was an ignorant ass-butt.
"There are those among us who think differently..." Ken said, and it was like he had just suggested that they all go fuck ducks. I swear to god, everyone was gasping and being way overly dramatic.
"Do you question my authority?" a very pissed off Magister growled. "I am the Magister. I was trained in the Inquisition and I am the adjudicator for every vampire territory in North America!" What the fuck was an adjudicator? Was that a fancy word for judge? It sounds like a fancy word for judge. "As the humans say, the humans you love more than your own kind, back your shit down!"
...Wot? I leaned over to Pam. "Is that even a saying? I've never heard anyone say that, human or otherwise," I whispered.
"It's not a common English phrase," she replied, giving me a small smirk, before we tuned back into the Magister.
"...works in your favor. And you seem to be obedient to your sheriff."
"For the most part," Blondie said, "When it matters, yes he is."
"The usual sentence for the unjustified murder of a fellow vampire is five years in a coffin chained in silver, during which time your body will waste to leather and sticks. You'll probably go insane..."
Blondie and Pam shared a look, and it was clear that this wasn't what they had wanted. Sure, they may not like Ken, but he, or more precisely, his human, could be of great use to them. And while he still had his claim on Barbie, they couldn't use her talents.
"Uh, Magister," I said, stepping forward. His gaze immediately zoomed in on me. Why, why, must I always open my mouth? "May I make a suggestion?"
"And who brought the human?" the Magister questioned.
"I did, Magister," Blondie spoke up, through gritted teeth. The glare he sent me... Oh lord, I was gonna die.
"And why would you bring a human to a vampire tribunal?"
"He doesn't trust me enough to leave me back at his bar," I answered. "Though, to be fair, I wouldn't trust me enough."
"Is this human yours?" the Magister asked, acting as though I hadn't spoken... Rude.
"No, I'm not his," I said before Blondie could answer. Ha! Suck it! "A vampire in Dallas has laid his claim on me. Godric, Sheriff of Area 9."
"Godric? I have done business with him in the past..." The Magister leaned back in his chair. "You may speak, human."
"Do you really want to give Ken the usual sentence?" I asked.
"Who is Ken?"
"Oh, sorry, that's Ken," I said, pointing to Ken.
"That's Bill."
I shrugged, "I've heard it both ways. Anyways, do you really want to give Ken the usual sentence? Aren't you bored of the usual sentence? How many times have you given the same sentence for the same crime?"
"Too many times to count. What's your point?"
"Don't you want to be a little creative?" I asked with a grin.
"You intrigue me, human. Continue."
"Vampire numbers have been dropping every day since you came out of the coffin. Frightened, angry humans are going on killing crusades. And Ken took another vampire life."
"This isn't news to any of us here."
"Why not create a new life for the one that was taken?"
"Are you suggesting that Bill creates a new vampire? Taking the life of a human, of your own kind?"
"Yes, I am."
The Magister had sent one of his minions off to pick up a human, so we were all left milling about. As soon as the Magister had called a "recess", I had an angry Ken in front of me, followed shortly by a tall blond viking.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Ken snarled.
"I thought," I said with a sneer, "I was saving your ass."
"You should not have spoken," Blondie said.
"Hey, I just made sure that you'll be able to continue using the telepathic Barbie."
"She made a deal with me, I would have been able to use her powers with or without Bill."
"Do you really think Ken wouldn't have said something to the Magister to make sure his human couldn't be manipulated by you?"
"Sookie and I have a deal."
"The deal of a human would not override the demands of the vampire who has claimed her."
To this, Blondie didn't reply, but Ken spoke up. "Are you really so cold hearted that you'd volunteer the life of another human for his," he pointed at Blondie, "selfish needs?"
"Are you really complaining about not being locked in a coffin for five years?"
Before Ken could answer, a car pulled up and the Magister called everyone to attention again. "You have no nest," the Magister spoke to Ken, "prefer to consort with humans. Seem to have lost all sense of our priorities. William Compton, you owe us a life." The vampire woman working with the Magister opened the trunk, and a young red headed girl jumped out.
"No," Ken growled. The girl started crying and praying, and I felt a pang as I realized she looked a lot like the sister I once had. "Put me in the coffin, Magister. I'll go willingly."
The young girl turned to the Magister, "It was the first time I snuck out, I just wanted to go to Ashton's party. I only ever get to go to youth choir and prayer group. If you take me home, I won't say a word to my mama and daddy, or anybody. Please, please, help me."
The Magister chuckled, "There's no help for you, child." The girl just started sobbing even more. The Magister turned to look at Ken, but spoke to the child, "Meet your maker."
The girl crawled over to Ken. "Please, don't let them kill me. Please, I don't want to die!" She begged. Looking at the girl... it broke my heart. I know that I gave the Magister the idea, but that didn't mean I'd actually enjoy witnessing this. Just thinking about my sister going through this... it hurt.
"If you want to torture anyone, torture me!" Bill pleaded.
"Torture? Please, I don't think so. I could show you torture, if you'd like," the Magister taunted.
"No... No, I was- I was wrong to speak," Ken said, attempting to be respectful.
"Then quit stalling!" the Magister growled. "What you see in this cow, Mr. Compton, is merely a response to stimuli. Humans are quite primitive. Capable of feeling pain as we do. Now then..." The vampire woman yanked the girl closer to Ken, "according to your records, you've never been a maker, is that correct?"
"Yes."
"But you know the procedure?"
"Yes."
"Then proceed," the Magister sneered at Ken.
Ken went and crouched next to the girl, and the girl looked up at him and asked, "Are you a Christian?"
"I was," Ken replied softly.
"I'm a good girl. Jesus will take me home to heaven."
"What's your name?"
"Jessica," she replied.
"Look at me, Jessica. You're safe now. Look at my eyes. Everything will be fine." He was glamouring her, taking her fear away.
"I hate to interrupt, but glamour is not permitted," the Magister said... I'm pretty sure he loved interrupting. Bastard.
"She's just a girl!" Ken argued.
"You are boring me. Shut up! And do as you're told!"
Ken gently grabbed Jessica, who started screaming and struggling against his hold. Ken quickly bit her, and I had to look away. I turned my head, staring at the ground next to my feet. Jessica's screams... All I could hear were my sister's screams.
"It's done," Ken said.
"Good. Now you will go to ground with her. Sheriff," the Magister said, switching his attention to Blondie, "go with him and make sure nothing happens to his new child."
"Magister, may I sent my Child instead? I have business that I need to take care of," Blondie requested. Pam stepped forward, standing beside Blondie.
"She will make sure everything goes well?"
"Yes, she will."
"That will be fine," he said, before waving a dismissive hand.
Pam and Ken went off to bury the new vampire, Chow went home, and Blondie took me back to Fangtasia.
"What's wrong?" Blondie asked me as I sat on the bar. As soon as we had got back to Fangtasia, I had moved to the bar and found a bottle of vodka that I had been draining, and Blondie had been zooming around the bar.
"Hmm?" I hummed out, glancing up from the bottle of vodka in my hands to Blondie, who now stood before me.
"You haven't said a word since the Tribunal. What's wrong?"
I shrugged, "Nothing." When he gave me a disbelieving look, I let out an annoyed huff. "It's just, that girl..."
"You're not going to become like Bill and whine about stealing her life from her, are you? It was your idea..."
I snorted. "No. She just... she looked a lot like my sister. I miss her. I miss my family."
"Have you kept in contact with your family?"
"No... My sister's the only one left, and I've kept track of her, but I haven't talked to her since I became this."
"What happened to the rest of your family? I know you said you had a younger brother."
"After I woke up in that dumpster, I went looking for my family. I found them all, except my sister, at the local cemetery. They had all been killed in a house fire." I let out a sigh. "I'm gonna go to bed. Good night... day, Blondie."
After showering and climbing into bed, I grabbed my phone off the nightstand, and sent a text to Godric.
I miss you.
A/N: Whoot! Let me know what you think! Also, mel, thanks for reviewing! Sorry this took soooo long to get out. Life decided to be a bitch. _
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