"What the hell were you thinking?" Pam yelled at Eric as she helped Brooke lay him on one of the tables of the club.
The Viking couldn't answer. He was in terrible shape, his face burnt all over, smoke coming out of his injuries.
"He needs blood," Pam said.
"I know."
"He's too weak to drop fang."
Brooklynne didn't even think as she lifted her wrists to Pam's face and the vampire bit her almost as quickly. As the human-fairy hybrid started to feed the Viking her blood, Pam started to look for the key of the cuff that was still around Eric's wrist.
"Thank God, the key," she said as she took it out of the inner pocket jacket.
She went around the bar to get some gloves that will allow her to touch silver and hurriedly removed the cuffs from her maker.
Brooklynne watched as Eric's injuries slowly healed and disappeared. He seemed to regain consciousness as well and she jumped slightly when he put his hand on her wrist and started to drink faster.
"You're gonna be okay," she whispered to him, though more for herself than for him.
His eyes opened wide and she gave him a small smile as he looked up at her.
"You're gonna be okay," she repeated as she started stroking his hair.
His face wasn't completely healed when he pushed her wrist away, making both her and Pam frown.
"Where's Russell?" were his first words.
"Outside," Brooke answered with confusion, "why?"
"We need to bring him in."
Pam and Brooke arched their eyebrows as they looked at each other in surprise, then back at him.
"Are you insane? Why?" Pam asked.
"Godric appeared to me and asked me to spare Russell."
Pam raised an eyebrow and gave an angry look to her maker.
"You are insane."
"Brooke?" he asked, as he knew he wouldn't get what he needed from his progeny.
"You want me to go get the guy who wants to kill us all and bring him inside? Really?"
She couldn't believe nor did she want it. After all the trouble they've been through to get Russell right where he was right now, she couldn't understand why Eric wanted to change the plan.
"Eric," Pam said, "do the world a favor and let that little fuck fry."
Eric rolled his eyes as he sighed before he stood up.
"I'll go out there myself."
"What?" Brooke breathed out. "No way, you're not going back out there!"
"I'm not letting him die."
"He would let us die," Pam reminded him, "and laugh watching."
"Godric told me only peace came after death. I'm not letting Russell Edgington find peace."
"You were hallucinating!" Pam shouted. "It wasn't real!"
Eric growled at her as he showed her his fangs in warning, startling her.
"Oh for the love of God," Brooke said as she took the silver chains from the counter near her and exited the club under the eyes of both vampires.
Did she want to save Russell? Hell no, she would sleep better at night knowing he wasn't walking this earth anymore, but she knew Eric wasn't about to feed him all his bottles of Tru Blood to put him back in shape and let him go freely. No, Eric had a plan and she trusted him enough to know that even if he didn't kill Russell, the three-thousand-year old psychopath wouldn't walk this earth again any time soon.
"You've come back for me," Russell managed to painfully say. "Thank you, sweet fairy."
"Oh, shut up," she replied as she wrapped the chains around his neck, causing him as much if not more pain than the sun.
She dragged him back inside, ignoring his screams of pain. Eric helped her chain him to a pole under Pam's disapproving eyes.
"Explain to me, please, why we're not killing him?" Pam asked with her eternal annoyed tone.
"Killing him won't solve anything."
"No," Brooke nodded, "but it would keep him from killing us," she said as a way to ask him his plan.
Eric looked up at her as he added another silver chain around Russell's neck.
"Oh, he won't be doing anymore killing," he told her.
"Eric, who the fuck are you right now? He killed your family, rip off his fucking head!" Pam insisted.
"Do not listen to them," Russell said. "I shall reward you handsomely."
Eric punched him in the kidney, causing Russell to lose a fang.
"Well, that's humiliating," he smirked. "I'll take that."
"So what now?" Brooke asked.
"We should go to ground. You stay here and watch him."
"You want me to babysit him?!"
"He can't glamour you. Ginger's coming in later, he would glamour her in a heartbeat," he explained as he removed the blue gloves from his hands and threw them next to the remaining silver chains behind Russell.
"Eric," Brooke said quietly as she took a step towards him. "What are you doing? What about the Authority?"
"Don't worry. We'll be rid of him in less than twenty-four hours."
"Tell me your plan," she asked. Though she trusted him, she'd feel better once she knew exactly what he had in mind.
"I'm calling Bill and Alcide. They'll help me bury him somewhere tonight," he explained as he trapped her chin between his fingers. "I'll make sure he's wrapped in a thousand silver chains. He will never get out," he said, as a way to reassure her.
She looked down, then shook her head as she closed her eyes. A million thoughts crossed her mind. She knew Russell would be back one day, she knew it was a bad idea, but she also knew Eric was Eric, and there was no changing his mind.
"Make that a billion silver chains," she said as she looked back up at him.
He chuckled. "As you wish," he nodded before he kissed her forehead. "Call your sister, she must be worried."
"I can't."
"Why not?" he asked with a confused frown as he tucked a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear.
"Because next time I see her, she'll know about Bill. And I don't want to break her heart."
"Sookie's strong. She'll get over it."
"I don't know. She loves him. She wants to marry him."
"And you'd rather she marry him than tell her the truth?"
"I'd rather she be happy…."
"She'll know, one day," he said. "Tell her now, before it's too late."
Brooklynne nodded sadly.
"It's already too late."
Talking to Sookie had seemed like the hardest thing to do and it certainly was hard but not as hard as walking through the cemetery in complete darkness with Eric and Bill to look for her sister.
"Sookie!" Brooke called in the cold night for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"I can't feel her," Bill said with desperation.
Brooklynne was only tolerating him because he could actually be useful in finding Sookie, but so far, he had only been a whiny useless heart broken little boy.
"How's that possible?" Eric asked with a little anger in his voice. "She's no doubt very upset right now, you should be able to feel her."
"Well, I don't!" he growled. "I felt her, I felt her anger and sadness and then nothing."
"Is she dead?" Brooke asked in a whisper as if she didn't want to even think about the possibility.
"I didn't feel her die… she's just… she's just gone."
"Maybe she's with Jason," Brooke said, completely ignoring the vampire. She didn't want to hear it anyway.
"Well, Bill," Eric sighed, "maybe she just doesn't want you to find her."
"Oh, shut up, Eric," Bill snarled. "This is your fault!"
"How is it my fault?"
"You told her about Sophie-Anne!"
"I told her the truth. It's not my fault you're untrustworthy."
"Jason hasn't seen her," Brooke said as she put her phone back in her pocket. "What are we gonna do?"
"Don't worry," Eric said as he put his hand on her shoulder. "She'll come back. I'm sure she'll be home tomorrow."
One year later
"Damn, I'm glad to be home," Brooke sighed as she let herself fall on the beige couch of the living room.
She looked up to the clock on the wall and sighed again as she saw it was almost dawn.
"It was Bill," Eric said as he came in the living room, putting his phone back in the inside pocket of his black leather jacket. "He thanks you for your 'assistance' and the money will be here tomorrow, in cash."
"Great," she muttered as if she didn't care. "You hungry?"
"I had enough of you on the plane," he grinned as he leaned over to kiss her.
She smiled back as he put his lips on hers and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"The sunrise's in less than five minutes," she reminded him between two kisses.
"I'm not tired. Are you tired?" he asked playfully.
"Not anymore," she replied before biting her lower lip.
He scooped her up in his arms and made his way to the fake wardrobe behind the couch that was installed eight months earlier when they renovated the house. He opened it as quickly as he got down in the room they built for him so he could spend the day in the house safe from the sun.
She giggled as he reached the ground and laughed again when he threw her on the bed. The room was like a bedroom from another time, with an old dark red wallpaper with bronze and golden flowers scattered on it, and wooden furniture everywhere.
She removed her shirt as she sat up while he joined her on the bed, placing a knee on the mattress. She grabbed his shirt and tore it open, causing the buttons to fly away and fall on the bed and on the ground. Eric threw his shirt away before he captured her lips once again, pushing her down on the mattress. Her hands traveled down his chest to find the button of his jeans. She undid it quickly before she slid her hand in his underwear.
"Mmh, someone's in a hurry," he smirked.
She wrapped her fingers around his length and started to make sure he'd soon be in a hurry too. She was extremely impatient, and he was a monstrous tease. He growled before he removed the rest of his clothes and she watched him do it with a wicked grin as she removed the rest of hers.
"I'm gonna fuck you till you pass out."
She bit her lower lip again, the way she knew he liked it.
"Yes please."