The heavy silence was more awkward for Bill than anyone else. Brooklynne couldn't even look at Eric in the eyes. She hadn't said a word ever since they had entered the club, and it seemed Eric had been rendered speechless by her silence. He had tried to speak to her, but when he said her name, she walked away. She lowered her eyes and walked passed him, down the stage and towards the office. Eric watched her walk away, his heart breaking with each of her steps and completely shattering as she closed the door behind her. Bill tried to make himself as small as he could and didn't say a word when the Viking went after his progeny.

The door of the office was half-closed, she knew he'd come after her. She was standing before his desk, her back turned to him. He waited, or maybe she was the one waiting for him to speak and he was just looking for the right thing to say. But there was nothing he could say to make it better, and he knew that. So he said the only thing that was on his mind, the most beautiful word he knew, it came out of his mouth like a plea.

"Brooklynne."

Her name still on his lips, still in the air, barely said, made her explode. She grabbed his stupid desk sculpture, the gold heavy and cold in her hand, and threw the lion at him with a force that was as supernatural as her speed. He dodged it easily, though he moved before he could understand what was happening. He didn't fight back after that. The golden lion crashed on the floor in a loud noise that was devoured by the deadly silence. She moved towards him, anger and pain covering her face, and she hit him, again and again, she hit him and she pushed him away, her hands punching him, pushing and pushing against his chest, but he didn't move. He didn't stop her. And at some point she started screaming and she didn't realise the screams were coming from her just like she didn't feel the tears falling on her face. Little by little, as her screams turned to cries then to sobs, her punches became slow and weak, and he finally moved. He put his arms around her, bringing her to his chest, holding her against him, as tight as he could, like he had wanted to do ever since he had walked away from her.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

He placed a kiss in her hair then rested his chin on the top of her head. He apologised, again and again, because he didn't have the words, or maybe they just didn't exist, so he said 'I'm sorry' over and over again, hoping it would make it better, hoping that maybe one day she would forgive him.

She wiped her tears and left the office without a word, making her way back to the club where Bill had been waiting. She couldn't bare to look at Eric, so she picked a stool at the bar and sat, and started to wait too. She didn't even ask him what was that thing she felt under his shirt, strapped to his chest. She didn't have the strength to speak. Eric came to sit beside her, but he didn't try to speak to her again. There was nothing he could say. She just needed time.

Eventually, Pam's roars chased away the silence as she entered the club shouting vulgarities.

"Ginger, we're open till 4, bleach bucket! Where is everyone?!"

"We sent them all home," Eric replied, making the vampire jump.

Brooklynne looked up at her big sister, surprise and relief written all over her face. Pam released a shaky breath, as if she had been holding it ever since Brooke had told her Eric had gone. She was followed by Tara who was probably confused as to why everyone acted like this was a funeral.

"Why is she here?" Eric asked, eyeing Tara.

"Uh… she's… mine. I made her… vampire, while you were gone," she stuttered her answer. She didn't understand why he'd care about Tara's presence when the Authority was after him.

"We need to talk," Eric said before he turned to Bill. "Would you mind?"

Bill nodded, then gestured Tara to follow him. Pam gave a look at Brooke who was focusing on some spot on the dirty counter before her, then turned her attention towards her maker. She knew Eric too well, she knew something was wrong, and it wasn't just about Brooklynne this time.

"What's wrong? What's happened?"

There was many things he wanted to say, especially to Brooklynne, but she didn't want to hear any of it, so he straightened up and chased any regret and sorrow away, locked them up in that tiny human part of him and let his vampire self take over his composure entirely. This was serious, and they didn't have time for sentiment.

"On our way out of the country, Bill and I were arrested and taken to the Authority."

At these words, Brooklynne finally looked up at him, and he continued.

"They were going to execute both of us, but we managed to convince them to let us out."

"How?" Pam asked. She couldn't imagine what could make the Authority spare anyone.

"Before we got arrested I received a call from Alcide. The parking lot where we buried Russell… someone dug him up. He's out."

Brooklynne jumped off her stool. That had been another one of his promises. Russell would be buried under that parking lot for the rest of eternity. She'd be safe. Sookie would be safe. The world would be safe from that three thousand year old maniac.

"The Authority ordered Bill and I to find him."

"Because if they didn't kill you, then Russell would," Pam shook her head.

Eric nodded.

"We don't have a lot of time, they will be keeping an eye on us."

"How do you plan on finding him?"

"Alcide's employee is the one who found the hole empty. Brooklynne will help us see everything he knows, and we'll go from there."

Pam eyed Brooklynne. She probably hadn't been asked about the plan, but she nodded all the same.

"We have to go to ground for the day," he continued.

He was about to say more but she didn't give him the chance.

"I guess I'll see you tonight then," she said as she started to make her way out.

She walked pass Pam and exited Fangtasia without a word.

And she didn't look back.

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I don't know when I'll be posting part 3 but it should be sometimes before May or when I got chapter 25 sorted out, whichever comes first.