"So you can day-walk too, huh?"
At the sound of Eric's voice, Bill froze before he turned slowly to look up at him, "Yeah."
"How?" Eric demanded.
"I'll explain later," Bill told him, turning back to open the door.
"Do you think I wanted to come here, Bill?" Eric asked, coming down the stairs to join him, "I had nowhere else I could turn, I will do anything you ask," he said, stopping just within arm's reach. "Just tell me what it is and I'll do it. But, please give her your blood," he begged.
Bill regarded him for a long moment, "What if it doesn't work?"
"Do you want me to say the words?" Eric spat, "I believe you, I believe in you." He paused, "I believe that you are divine."
Bill searched his face, fully away of how manipulative the other vampire could be. But Eric was sincere, or at least appeared to be.
"Shortly after you left here the other night," Bill began, taking a couple of steps away from him, "I went into a kind of state. I started having visions, visions that have come to pass. I can see the future Eric," he continued, his tone full of wonder, Eric merely looked impatient, "but there is one vision that has yet to manifest. I saw a white circular room in which Pam, Jessica and you…you all meet the sun in that room, Eric."
He watched as Eric's countenance changed at the mention of Pam's impending death, "That's why I'm going to get Warlow, now," Bill said as he came back to join him. "You do know who Warlow is?" he asked.
"I don't care who Warlow is," Eric grumbled, "just tell me what you want from me."
"He is both fairy and vampire," Bill explained as though Eric hasn't spoken, "it is his blood that is allowing me to walk in the sun, not Lilith's. But if I am to stop that vision from becoming manifest we have to get him and take him with us."
Eric raised his eyebrows, "Us?"
"You are in the vision, Eric," Bill insisted, "one way or another you are going to be in that room when the roof opens. If you come with me, maybe we can stop it."
"I'll go back with you," Eric said finally, "you have my word, if you help Nora."
Bill resisted the urge to sigh as he gauged Eric's determination, he nodded and followed Eric back up the stairs to where Nora was still lying on the bed.
They took a seat on either side of her; Bill bit into his wrist and held it over her mouth, allowing her to drink his blood.
Reluctantly, she began to drink, "Good," Eric cooed stroking her hair, "good, a little bit more. Good, good. I'm sorry," he said as she finally stopped drinking, "we had to try."
Nora looked up at him, too tired to argue, "I know brother, I know."
"Is it working, do you feel anything?" Eric asked urgently.
Nora grimaced, "I'm not sure."
She coughed, bringing up some blood as she did so; gently Eric wiped it away with a cloth.
"Anything?" he prompted again.
Nora's eyes drifted closed, "I feel…it's not as bad now."
"Warlow," he said suddenly, looking up at Bill, "it must be the blood you drank from him, if she drinks from him, it might work."
"No…listen," Nora said urgently, opening her eyes, "listen, everything Book of Lilith has said has been true. Warlow's blood can help me walk in the sun, but it can't heal me," she insisted, taking Eric's hand.
"It will," he assured her, "it's already started to," he added, watching as the veins on her neck lost some of their ferocity. He turned to Bill, "Go."
"Eric…" Bill began, but Eric cut him off with a look.
"Please," he begged.
Bill shared a doubtful look with Nora, "Off I go then…" he said reluctantly, squeezing her hand as he climbed off the bed.
He paused in the doorway to look back at Eric gently cleaning Nora's face with a cloth. He hoped – for all their sakes – that Eric hadn't been imagining things.
