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Eric was silent as we walked down the corridor. He held my hand tightly in his but he was distracted. You can tell when vampires are; they get this far away look about them and Eric just so happened to have that look. I tried to stay calm as best I could as we all walked into the lobby.
"The Northman party?" A younger vampire male said.
"Yes we are." Eric snapped out of his zone just in the nick of time.
"Follow me." The vampire said, casting disapproving looks at the Were in our party, who was walking rather close to Amelia at the moment. Pam was giving him an evil stare and I watched as Amelia smiled slightly at Tray in passing. It meant nothing, he was holding the door for her, but Pam didn't like that smile that touched Amelia's face. I was sure steam was going to start to come out of Pam's ears.
I felt my hand being gripped tighter and I glanced sideways at Eric who nodded down at me. It was our turn to head into the court room. I took a deep breath and let it out carefully. Eric pulled us through the doors and to my surprise there were a lot of vampires in this room.
I kept my head low as we passed and finally we were up at the front of the room. We sat down in the first row of chairs and we cast looks at each other before turning straight. There were three vampires sitting up front and one of them was very old. She sat in the middle. I scrunched my eyes slightly and noticed that her eyes were whitened; she was blind?
When I felt bad for staring I sat back in the seat and kept quiet, like I was told to do. The doors to the back opened swiftly and we all turned to see that Bill was being pretty much dragged by chains to the front. A shiver ran down my spine, but I didn't give in anymore. If I did that would be suspicious.
Bill's eyes turned to mine and there was an absolute craziness about them. Deep pools of dark lunatic that seemed to go on forever. He showed no emotion on his face and I wondered why. Maybe he knew he was already damned?
He was pushed down into a giant chair with metal handcuffs attached to the arms. The guards buckled him in, keeping the other chains on him as well. You could see smoke rising from his skin as he sat there and waited.
"This is the trial for one vampire named Bill Compton. Is that your name?" The older woman vampire stated, her sightless eyes going straight to Bill's.
"Yes, Ancient One." He spoke, his voice very dull.
"You have been charged of committing treason against your own queen; killing her after torturing her."
There were silent hissing from the vampires but I did not dare to look at them. This was a very big crime and anything could give us away. I stayed silent, keeping my head forward. Eric beside me stood.
"Ancient Pythoness, how do we know that he has killed his queen? He is a rather young vampire, am I correct? We need something more to go on." The male vampire that sat to her right stated.
That is why Eric stood up. "Your majesty of Nevada, we believe that he chained our queen when she was least expecting it." He held up the chains and walked over to them. "He is sly and very cunning for a young vampire. We have witnesses as well, that saw him holding the stake moments after the queen met death. There was blood as well on his clothing. We have them as well. You knew Sophie-Anne, didn't you, your majesty?"
"Yes, I did." The king of Nevada stated simply. He held up the net after he gloved his hands like Eric did. I hadn't seen him do that at all. "It is her blood on this. The stake?"
Eric swept back to us fast before returning. Eric pulled a bag out and handed it to them. I watched as the three vampires nodded. The Ancient One, the blind one, acted like she could see. I didn't get that, but I wasn't about to ask.
"His scent is potent on the stake." The older vampire stated, shaking her head. "Bring your witnesses, Mr. Northman. One of them is a Were?"
"Yes, Ancient. He worked for Sophie-Anne for a few weeks, she was fond of him."
"I see. The other?"
"A young vampire named Celine." Eric spoke again. He nodded to the two sitting next to each other and they stood simultaneously.
"Young vampire," The Ancient started. "Tell me what you saw."
Celine cast her head up and looked back at Bill with hate in her eyes. "He killed my queen, Ancient One. I saw as he held the stake over her left over body. Tray was putting a fire out that Bill started, in the video room so we wouldn't have much proof that he has done it. His stink was all over there as well."
"What do you think should happen to Bill Compton?" She spoke softly.
"He should die for what he did." She convicted before moving off to the side.
"Tray, the Were," She started again. "Tell me what you saw."
"The exact same thing as Celine. Bill Compton raided the video recording room, breaking the tapes before he set the room on fire. Celine and I rushed to the room to see where the queen was and Bill Compton was standing over what was left. Blood was everywhere."
"What do you think should happen to Bill Compton?"
"He deserves death." Tray said simply, sliding along.
The room seemed quiet and I faintly wondered why Bill had not spoken. It was odd; surely he wouldn't be that easy?
"You are rather quiet Bill Compton." The Ancient one said. Bingo! I was right! "Perhaps you have a guilty conscience?" Still Bill did not speak; he just stared ahead of him. "You have been tried against and there are witnesses to see this happen; I have the stake in my hand with your scent over it and your queen's blood on the tip." She turned her head to look at each vampire. They nodded. I wasn't sure she saw that but she continued. "I hereby give Mr. Northman the right to end your life. He is the eldest vampire in the state of Louisiana. You are found guilty, Mr. Compton. Do you have any last words?"
Bill's eyes flickered up, but his gaze didn't look at the older vampire. No, he was staring at me. I kept my face impassive the best I could.
"Then this case is settled. On to the next." And just like that, we were free of the charges that we actually caused and Bill took the blame.
I stood on shaking feet and Eric came to my side. His hand caressed my cheek before he passed me over to Pam who took hold tightly. She probably thought I would pass out from what we accomplished. Eric walked over to the guards. We could hear him still.
"Put Compton back in his room in his coffin." Eric said.
He turned away as the guards picked Bill up and started him down the way we all came. There was some commotion in the back though and I was caught off guard as I watched the guards go down as someone bumped into them. It was human who was holding a platter, but I couldn't read his mind. He was thinking in another language…Spanish it sounded. Bill hit the floor just as the man did.
Eric stood up and flew over as the man was moving back.
"Sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to cause trouble." His accent was heavy. He turned and moved away from the scene. Eric didn't say anything, but grabbed Bill's chains and hoisted him up.
"Watch out for people." He ordered the guards who nodded.
I watched as he raked his hand through his hair before returning to our side. Eric still wouldn't look me in the eyes and that bothered me, but I wouldn't bring it up. Not now, not until we went home. We had too much on our hands already. Three more days to be here after tonight and then we were free and Eric could kill Bill. We could be happy for a while. I won't say forever, because knowing my luck something else will happen.
We moved silently through the hallway. Tray was still very close to Amelia something I wasn't expecting and I shook my head. Tray really had a death wish. Didn't he see Pam's face? Apparently not.
"Mind telling me why you are acting funny?" I asked Eric as we all stepped into the elevator.
"Nothing, my lover." He said; smirking just a bit, but it seemed forced.
I sighed. "Alright."
We entered the room and nothing was said. We were all rather quiet for what was happening. Amelia turned on the TV and sat down on the couch, Tray followed. Isabel and Barry moved to the piano where she began to play and teach Barry. Pam stood in the corner, a bottle of blood in her hand. She grimaced as it touched her lips but she said nothing. Her eyes were on Tray who laughed and Amelia joined.
Eric didn't say anything as he sat down at the table, but I wasn't about to ask again what was wrong. He wasn't going to tell me anyway. I took the other couch and relaxed, closing my eyes. Everyone else seemed okay, but I was dead tired and sleep took me under quickly.
I woke up to hissing and Pam's snarky attitude. To my surprise though, Amelia was nearly growling back. I rubbed my eyes and sat up. It was a bit past dawn as I looked at the clock.
"You know, nothing is happening!" Amelia screeched.
"Sure." Pam scoffed. "You must have totally just fallen into his lap right? I go into the room for one second and you are all over him!"
"You are being absurd!" Amelia's voice rose.
"What's going on?" I asked walking over to Eric, who totally just wanted to go to sleep. I could tell.
"Pam thinks that Amelia has eyes for Tray. She walked in when Amelia tripped and landed in Tray's lap." He answered.
"Is that what happened?"
"Yes, that was all that happened."
"Then why don't you tell Pam that?" I asked.
"Because it is not my job and I am very tired at the moment." He sighed.
"You…you're blowing this out of proportion!" Amelia said. "I tripped! Why can't you believe me?"
"Seeing as you have been all smiley to him for the last night and he was practically attached to your hip. I wonder what has made me not be able to believe you?" Pam said sarcastically.
"Ugh! You are stupid!" Amelia huffed and walked to the door, throwing it open and walking out.
Pam growled, rubbing her face.
"I'll go cool her off, okay?" I said to Pam. "Barry can come with me while you guys sleep. Just relax. Nothing happened."
"You were asleep." Pam glared.
"Just go to sleep and I will be back. Amelia will be fine and then you can have make up sex or whatever it is that you do." I grabbed Barry's arm and moved toward the door.
Eric was waiting for me and I turned. I stood on tiptoes to give him a kiss. "I will go get her. You get to sleep and I will be back." I whispered.
"Be careful."
"I always try to." I smirked and pushed away from him.
Barry and I continued down the hall in silence; neither one of us really wanting to do this anyway, but Amelia was my friend and so was Pam. I couldn't let anything happen between them. They really did love each other.
Barry and I got into the elevator and I hit the button. We were going down to the lobby. About ten floors down from where we are. I furrowed my brows as we started to descend because I got a weird thought come to my mind and so did Barry. We both heard it.
Only a few seconds now.
"You heard that?" Barry asked.
"Yeah." I stated.
There was no warning and faintly something above us went off. It sounded like a bomb. The elevator swayed and I gasped, grabbing Barry and pulling him to the floor. The lights went off in the elevator suddenly and we were stuck.
"What the fuck was that?" He shouted.
"I don't know…a bomb?" My heart was racing.
"We need to get out of here." He said. "Look, we can climb out the top."
"You go first; I have never done that before."
Barry nodded and went to the side bar. He jumped up and pushed the door open at the top of the elevator before heaving himself up and over. I waited for him because he needed to open the elevator doors a floor above us. I was trembling. If there was a bomb, what floor could it have been on? There were quite a few more floors above where we were staying and it didn't sound like it happened on our floor.
"Did you make it to the open hatch?" I called up through the hole at the top of the elevator.
"Yeah! The doors open, hurry up and climb!" He called for me.
I went to the side of the elevator, boosting myself up to grab the opening at the top when something snapped, I heard it. The sound of a cable and then the elevator was tumbling down. I screamed, until the elevator jerked to a stop. I fell on my face and winced.
"Sookie!" He screamed. Barry's voice was much further away now. "Are you alright?"
I looked around, noticing that the door was hanging halfway open to the elevator. Well, at least I landed on a floor and didn't go crashing to my doom.
I coughed. "Yeah, I'm fine. The doors are almost open. I am getting off here."
"Which floor are you on?"
"I don't know, don't worry about me! Get out! Ill meet you outside in a minute; I have to find my way up to that floor, I need to get to Eric." I hollered back. I was still trembling and I needed to work fast.
Another bomb sounded off above me and I yipped in surprise. I thought that it would only happen once! What the hell was going on? There was another one right after that and I couldn't tell you if it was above me or below me now.
I forced my hands into the opening of the doors and pulled with all of my might. Slowly, they parted and then smoke engulfed me. For some reason that scared me further, the alarms in my head started to sound off louder now, and I had to grip my temples before I crumpled over from the pain.
I walked into the hall, noticing that part of the door down the hall was blown out and a fire was started. I moved away from that side. One of the bombs was much closer to me than I expected. I stumbled down the clouded hall, covering my face as I coughed. My eyes began to water from the thick dense clouds that surrounded me. Something felt wrong, really wrong.
Smoke clouded my senses as I breathed in deep, spinning around frightened. Was Eric okay? Did he get out? Oh god! Please let Eric have gotten out! There is fire, it would kill him! Another boom erupted from the floor below me and I screamed in terror. I needed to get out.
What floor am I on? What floor?
I stumbled further down the hall, trying to find stairs. My feet weren't working with me and now wasn't a good time to fall, but that is exactly what I did. I fell to the ground. My heart pounded in my chest and I looked up at the door. Room 307.
My heart sank to my feet. Not only because it was Bill's room, but because the door was wide open, smoke pouring out at me. I could faintly see the coffin and Bill wasn't in it. Why does this feel like déjà vu? I was hyperventilating as I jumped to my feet.
I had a feeling that I wasn't alone on this floor. I couldn't see anything, but I knew, just knew that I wasn't alone. Turning and turning around in a circle, I tried to spot possible threats, but all I could see was thick smoke. Tears sprung to my eyes as I began to feel hopeless.
Then I felt hands grab around my waist and I screamed in terror. I knew why it felt like it happened before!
The premonition!
