There was no escaping Pam. The vampire had made it impossible for Brooklynne to go outside of Fangtasia, even for a minute. "I never disobeyed Eric, I'm not about to do it now," she had said. But Brooklynne couldn't bare it. She had to leave, she had to go. As soon as she found her phone, she had been surprised by the number of calls that she had received. Not because there were a lot of them, that was to be expected, but because of when she received them. She had been a prisoner here for two days and Sookie hadn't even tried to call her once. The only calls she missed were from Tara and Jason. Listening to the dozens of messages they had left them, she learnt that Tara had been kidnapped by a delusional vampire named Franklin who took her to Mississippi where she first found Bill, then Sookie, who too had been kidnapped by a vampire of the name of Russell Edgington. Brooklynne was confused to hear about it, as Eric hadn't mentioned her sister at all. She had been even more confused when she heard that Eric was there, saw them both, even Bill, but did nothing. Tara went as far as to call the Viking a "motherfucking traitor". Brooklynne couldn't blame her, after all, it did feel like betrayal. But she chose to trust Eric, she chose to think the best about the situation. If Eric had helped any of them, he'd probably be dead, and gone would have been his chances at avenging his family. But still, knowing that he left Sookie in the hands of Russell, especially since he knew of her powers, that hurt. That hurt much more than she would like to admit, even to herself. But all of that dilemma was forgotten in a second after she heard Jason's messages. It was a horrific rollercoaster. First, she heard him say Bill had drained Sookie of most of her blood, then heard that her sister almost died. She heard too many messages of her brother asking her where she was and "what the fuck" she was doing. Sookie needed her, she needed her blood. The hospital couldn't find Sookie's blood type, and Brooklynne was her only chance of survival. Listening to these messages, she begged Pam to let her go, she cried, she screamed and even kicked but the vampire had no sympathy and even threatened, more than once, to chain her back to the bloody basement. The fighting stopped though, when she listened to the last message her brother had left her, informing her that Bill had arrived and fed Sookie his blood. Sookie was safe. Sookie was alive.

Exhausted by the last two days and especially the last hour, she let herself fall on the grey couch in Eric's office, putting on the way too tight clothes that Ginger had brought over, ignoring the food that was on the desk that the waitress had "cooked" herself. She fell asleep almost instantly, leaving the horror of reality behind, just to step inside the horror of her mind.

Question after question, doubt after doubt, nightmare after nightmare, Brooklynne slept over forty hours in a row but got very little rest. All of her quiet and hidden worries came to life, dreaming of Eric, but not exactly Eric, or maybe just exactly him. Maybe the scary smirking vampire in her nightmares were exactly who Eric was and she was just too stupid to realize it. Maybe he didn't really care about Sookie, maybe he would have killed her himself if it meant securing his revenge. Maybe he was a bloodthirsty vampire like Sookie had said, someone who didn't care at all about her, or just about her powers, someone who would kill her once he had no more use of her.

When she wasn't dreaming of Eric she dreamt of Russell or the Magister, or both. She watched the latter die over and over again, watched him torture Pam, torture her, torture Eric and then die by the hand of Russell Edgington. She watched herself be killed by him, watched Sookie die by his hand as well, watched a faceless vampire kill Tara and Jason. She heard Pam's screams echoing inside of her head, saw Eric's concerned look turn into an evil grin, saw herself with burning wings and falling from the sky.

None of those nightmares woke her up, no matter how bad they got. It was a loud noise that had her jerk awake, and an apparition that had her jump and almost fall off the couch.

"We need sanctuary," she heard Eric say as he walked in.

Pam was there too, as surprised as Brooklynne as the telepath heard the vampire gasp, obviously unaware of what had her maker so panicked.

"Oh my God, what have you done?" she asked as she saw the blood on his shirt and on his face.

"Are you okay?" Brooklynne asked as she got up from the couch and made her way to him over to the desk.

"I staked a vampire, the lover of Russell Edgington," he informed them, pacing the room. Brooklynne had never seen him like this, neither had Pam.

"Are you insane?!"

"Where can we go?!" he shouted back at her, making both women jump.

"We can go to my house…" Brooklynne started but he cut her off.

"No, that's out of the question."

"You never panic, should I be panicking?" Pam asked right as Ginger appeared behind her.

"Ginger, dear," Eric started to say, "where do you live?"

"Across the river in Bossier, why?"

"We need your house. Now-ish," Pam answered.

"Because of the V-feds?"

"The V-feds?" Brooklynne repeated, confused.

As she received no answer she looked up at both Eric and his progeny and what she saw was less than reassuring.

"They're here for the Magister," Pam guessed.

"What? But…"

"Russell sent a crew to clean up, right?"

"Yeah, I checked everything myself, the basement is spotless," Pam answered.

"Let's stay calm, and let's go," Eric instructed, "Brooke you know nothing, and if they try to glamour you, pretend like it's working."

"What about me?" Ginger asked.

"You…" Eric sighed, "you can just be yourself."

He gave a look to his progeny then gave a reassuring nod to Brooklynne, before he walked out of his office, followed by everyone else.

Confused, Brooklynne stayed silent as Nan Flanagan ordered her men to silver Pam and Eric. The 800 year-old vampire said nothing as her eyes fell on Brooklynne and continued to ignore the human as she interrogated Pam first, then Eric. To everyone's surprise, Eric was brutally honest about everything. He told them about Russell and his pack of werewolves. He told them of his own family and need for revenge. He told all of that, knowing it would probably get him killed, in front of cameras, in front of the famous Authority Brooke had heard so much about.

After Nan left Fangtasia a little before sunrise, leaving some of her men to guard her prisoners, Pam said nothing as she gave a worried, sad and confused look to her maker, before she made her way to the other room where her coffin was waiting for her. Eric didn't follow her and instead made his way to his office where Brooklynne found him.

He was sitting at his desk with a worried look Brooklynne wasn't accustomed to see on his face. He raised his head a little as she walked inside the room. She said nothing as she closed the door and made her way to him.

"I'm mad at you," she said in a calm tone.

"Lying would have been futile."

"I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about you leaving my sister to a crazy psycho vampire who hates human and who's probably gonna do terrible things to her once he knows what she is!"

"You mean a fairy?" he said suddenly, almost making her jump despite his quiet voice and calm attitude. The look on her face told him everything he wanted to know.

"How do you…"

"Your cousin told me."

"My cousin?" she frowned.

"Hadley."

"How did you… How does she…"

"She was Sophie-Anne's human until a few days ago. She's the one who told her about you and your… abilities. The queen sent Bill to investigate."

It took a minute for the telepath to realize what it all meant. "She sent Bill," she breathed out. "Bill… became friends with Sookie…"

"It was his job. Though I have no doubt his feelings are real, knowing how he is…"

A word escaped her mouth she had never said before. It surprised Eric too.

"I couldn't have helped Sookie even if I wanted to…"

"I know that. I just… I wish you would have told me…"

"I didn't want to worry you."

"Nobody wants to worry me!" she replied loudly. "Nobody tells me anything because they think I'm too weak to hear it! And I'm sick of it!"

"I'm sorry."

His apology took her by surprise. She couldn't remember if he had ever apologized, to her or anyone.

She sighed. She let go of her anger, not wanting to spend what could be their last moment together angry at him. She sat on his lap like he liked her to do and rested her head on his chest.

"What do you think is going to happen?"

"I don't know."

"Yes you do."

He sighed. "I'd be lucky if they decide to put me in a box for a thousand years."

"They can do that?" she asked, with a horrified look on her face as she looked up at him.

"Oh, yes."

"But…"

"Don't worry about it. It won't help either me or you."

"But…"

He didn't let her finish as he gently brought her head back to his chest.

"You'll be fine. When I'm gone… never tell anyone what you are. Take Sookie and go. The queen knows what you are and what you can do. What your blood can do. She wants it. She wants the sun. She can never have it, do you understand?" he asked as he took her face in his hands and locked her eyes in his to emphasize his point. "If he doesn't already know it, Russell will figure it out too. Never tell anyone. Ever. Promise me."

Tears filled her eyes as she stared back at him, his plea echoing in her head. A few tears fell down as she nodded.

"What am I gonna do without you?" she asked in a trembling whisper.

"You'll be just fine," he said, bringing her closer to his chest. "If they leave Pam alone, you can always trust her and ask her for help."

"I'm sure she'd rather I leave her alone," she chuckled sadly.

"Yes. But she'd do it for me."

"You're gonna be okay," she said, completely aware of her denial.

He smiled as he stroke her hair. "We're all going to be okay."

An entire day had gone by and Eric hadn't gotten any sleep at all. Around midnight, they found Pam at a table in the club, waiting silently for Flanagan to come back with the verdict. She said nothing to her maker, though the look on her face said it all. Eric and Brooklynne sat at the table next to hers and they didn't move nor say anything for about an hour.

At last, Nan came back with a letter in her hands. She looked angry and in a hurry. This was going to be quick, and the armed men following her made it certain that the arrest, if arrest there was, would be quick too.

"You look like shit," she told Eric.

"Well I feel fantastic," she replied dryly.

"The ruling is as follows," she said as she opened the letter. Brooklynne squeezed Eric's hand and she felt her heart starting to beat faster inside of her chest. She knew Eric would hear it too. "The Authority disavows any knowledge of our interview, your statement or, indeed, this ruling itself. None of this ever happened."

"What?" Eric voiced what Pam and Brooklynne were feeling too.

"Missing royals, dead Magisters… It's a political tar baby no one wants to touch," she explained. "Not with the VRA close to ratification."

"Russell will not stop killing," Eric told her. "What if the human public learns of it."

"That's why you're going to take care of it. Quietly, discreetly, and, most important of all, completely off the books. You wanted revenge, it's yours."

"What resources are you gonna give me?"

"None. We're not getting near it."

"How do you expect me to kill him? He's three times my age!"

"Listen, you whiny little bitch. The only link between Sophie-Anne, Russell and the Magister is you. You brought us this steaming pile of shit and you're going to make it go away. Bring me his fangs, or I will have yours."

She turned around without another word, followed by all of her men, leaving the two vampires and the fairy alone to digest what had just been said. Eric turned around to look at his progeny who seemed to be as worried as he was. His eyes fell on his human and he could almost read her mind.

It was a death sentence after all.