Chapter Notes: Italics are for direct thoughts from Kit. This is also set in more modern times, as I can't function without a smartphone or a modern laptop.

"You look like vampire bait. At least your sister had enough sense to dress darkly."

I'm not her sister, I am her sibling.

"She always dresses like that."

Not a she.

The pair argued lightly in the front of the car, ignoring the person in the back seat. They leaned back against the upholstery, not bothering to hide the weariness in their face. If there was one thing that they were grateful for, it was the fact that their sister couldn't read their thoughts, that they couldn't be betrayed by their own mind. They didn't know why Sookie bothered to drag them along, maybe it was as a second voice to give testament to the murders in Bon Temps, whatever it was, they had no idea.


The building is unassuming, a canopy over the entrance and a neon sign on a window. It was something that they thought would be more akin to a nightclub then a bar, but they supposed it fit with the idea of vampires. A long line stretched from the front around the corner, they internally sighed, not wanting to deal with such a long wait, especially with their sister and her boyfriend.

"Come on." Sookie dragged her sibling behind her as if they were young children again, wanting to go to the playground.

Bill led the group to the front, bypassing the line and bringing them to the female Vampire guarding the door. They wondered if the privilege had anything to do with Bill's status as a vampire. The vampires made dry conversation before the woman — Pam — asked for ID. As soon as Sookie's was checked, Bill led her in with a hand on her lower back, leaving them outside to have their own ID checked.

They opened their wallet to retrieve their ID. It was a tattered old thing, bought at the large box store with their own savings. It was the only thing they used, preferring to forgo the purses and such that they received at birthdays or Christmases past. Their hand shook, not out of fear of the vampire — no, there was something about her that they just liked — they were scared of being left alone, as much as they disliked the current company.

Pam looked down at the ID handed to them by the odd little human, easily glancing at it quickly before depositing it back in the hands of its owner. "21, a tender age indeed. Go on in, you wouldn't want Bill leaving you behind."

They hastily shoved their ID back in its designated slot and went in, sparing the Vampire and the human bouncer at the door a nod. It was easy enough for them to catch up with Sookie and Bill, the pair was still near the entrance. And once again, the black clothed sibling was behind the pair listening to the conversation that they wished not to join.

"This feels a bit like what a vampire bar would look like if it were a ride at Disney World."

No, this didn't seem like an attraction at Disney. This was an attraction for humans. The place was built around preconcvied notions of what vampires should be, how they should live, and their sex appeal. It's almost sad in a way, to be displayed in such a nature.

"Well, don't get too comfortable. It tends to get more authentic as the night wears on."

There was something strange about the bartender, but it was not as he was a vampire, but his character was foreboding. They were glad that he ignored them when Sookie and Bill were getting their drinks and asking questions.

"How are you doing?" Sookie asked, and they realized it was directed at them.

"Fine, I guess." They responded with a shrug, there wasn't much to say about the experience so far, at least not to her.

Sookie chose the table, it was a little out of the way, but still in the crowd. She nursed her drink as her eyes scanned the crowd, though they couldn't say that they weren't doing the same. It was impossible not to notice the blond man on the stage above the rest, slouched and bored, but still imposing. The crowd seemed to gravitate towards him in awe and reverence, yet he ignored it, remaining stoic.

"So you noticed him, did you?" They turned to Bill, but realized that he was addressing Sookie.

It's weird that Bill is getting offended, with the way that he positioned himself up on stage, it would be impossible not to notice.

"No, it's not like that. I just…"

"Everyone does. That's Eric. He's the oldest thing in this bar."

The oldest thing in the bar kicked a man back, the crowd parted for just a moment before once again surrounding the stage. Sookie looked affronted, where Bill held a look of grim satisfaction. They simply leaned back in their seat with hands in their pockets without a drink to focus on. They had not expected such a thing to occur, but they were far from surprised at the actions of the vampire. If they had the power to get away with it, they would gladly kick the annoyances away too. The man had landed and sustained a cut to the head, blood freely flowing down. Sookie and Bill may have turned their attention back to Eric, but they watched the man interact with another woman, a vampire presumably. She led him to the back, her eyes never leaving his.

"We are being summoned." Bill held Sookie's hand and led her to the stage.

Sookie in turn, motioned to them, a wave of the hand calling them to follow them onto the stage. Their small group stood in front of Eric, Pam leaning over the back of what could only be described as a throne. They stood to the side behind Sookie, ever in her shadow.

"Bill Compton, it has been a while." Eric spoke slowly, observing the young vampire in front of him, the last they had met the Civil War vampire was still savage.

"Yes, well. I've-" Eric cut him off with a raised hand.

"Are these lovely ladies yours, Bill?" Eric noted the way the black clad human seemed to shrink in on themselves as he referenced them.

"Yes."

"No."

"Oh?" Eric turned his attention fully to them.

"She is mine."

Eric gave the slightest raise of an eyebrow to the younger vampire. "Why don't we let-"

He paused, gesturing to Pam, who leaned down to his ear. "Kathlene, speak for herself."

All eyes seemed to be on them, and they wanted nothing more than to go home and hide. "My name is Kit, and it would be themselves, I may have been born female but I don't identify as such. And no, I don't belong to Bill or anyone else."

Eric and Pam seemed to share the same knowing smirk, and Bill grew more uncomfortable with the situation at hand. Sookie didn't seem to react to what her sibling said, Eric was almost certain that she didn't hear them with how quickly and quietly they spoke. Kit had gained his interest, which was a rare thing these days, they had a sort of quiet tenacity that had surprised him.

Pam leaned down again, giving Eric information that the others would not be able to decipher. Eric pulled his attention away from Kit to address their sister, though he would have gladly ignored business if he could converse with them a few moments longer.

"Miss Stackhouse, I understand you've been asking questions about some of my customers."

"Yes, I have."

"If you have anything to ask, you should ask it of me."

"All rightie." Sookie took a moment to dig the pair of photos out of her purse before handing them over to Eric. "You recognize either one of these girls?"

Eric looked at the photos quickly, allowing Pam to have a glance at them as well. He handed them back to Sookie as he spoke, referencing each photo.

"This one offered herself to me, but I found her too pathetic for my attentions. This one, however, I have tasted."

Pam leaned over the back of the throne. "I remember 'em both."

"You seem to remember a lot of people." Sookie bit back at Pam, growing tired of the interactions.

Bill grasped Sookie's hand, though it was unclear whether it was in warning or due to fear of retribution from the more powerful vampire. Kit looked to Pam and Eric, an apology in their gaze.

"Never had either of them, though. They weren't quite my type." Pam chose to brush off the slight.

"Well, thank you very much. That is all your time I need to take." Sookie reached back for Kit's hand, but they avoided their panicking sister by taking a small step back.

"I'm not finished with you yet." Eric gestured to the seats on either side of him. "Sit. Bill, you can remain standing."

When Sookie sat, Bill took up a similar stance behind her as Pam did to Eric. Kit was grateful for the space between Bill and Sookie, allowing them a moment of reprieve. Kit looked out over the crowd for just a moment, observing the array of people before turning their attention back to Eric, who was watching them with light amusement. Kit could only blink in return, unsure how to start a conversation in this instance.

"Are you enjoying my bar?"

"It's a little overwhelming." Kit couldn't help but be honest, they were sure that it wouldn't have pleased him to hear an obvious lie.

"We have to get out of here." Sookie's swift words drew the attention of the vampires.

Bill tried to warn her, but she wouldn't listen to him. "Eric, the cops are coming. There's gonna be a raid."

"Tell me you're not an undercover cop." Eric bit out, muscles tensing in preparation for action.

"I'm not, but that man in the hat is."

"Even if you're right, we do nothing illegal here."

"There's a Vampire named Taryn in the ladies' room with that man you kicked before. She's feeding on him." Sookie spoke quickly, but Kit already knew that that was a likely outcome, they just didn't know the Vampire's name.

Pam narrowed her eyes at Sookie. "How do you know this?"

Before Sookie could conjure an answer to her lips, the door was rushed by a group of policemen, ready in riot gear. They all stood quickly, ready to run.

"There is a back entrance, follow me." Eric led the group out the building, running at a more human pace.

Bill picked up Sookie, leaving Kit behind with Eric and Pam. Kit huffed, picking up the pace to try to trail after them, being left behind was not something they would have thought would happen. Eric waved Pam off in the other direction, but followed Kit, an odd feeling at the pit of his stomach urged him to do so.

Kit stopped abruptly at the corner of the building, their chest heaving up and down in a desperate attempt to bring air into their lungs. Eric paused just behind them, scanning the parking lot before them for Bill and Sookie, but not seeing the pair.

"They left me." Kit rested more fully against the building, their brows furrowed and their nose scrunched.

Fuck.

"Need a ride?" Kit jumped at the sound of Eric's voice, they had forgotten that he was there.

Kit looked up at the blonde and Eric saw how weary they seemed. "It seems like you're my only option now, doesn't it. Sure."

"I would suggest you hold on then."

"Hold on to what-"

Eric couldn't help but laugh at the yelp that they gave off when he lifted them into his arms and took to the sky. They held tightly to his jacket and buried their face into his shoulder to block their view.

"This is not what I thought you were going to do when you offered me a ride." Their voice was muffled against his clothing.

"I'm sure. Why don't you look out, I'm not going too fast." Eric easily teased them.

"I'll have you know, I have a fear of heights."

"You could always look up at the stars."

"Looking up from a higher position makes it worse somehow, so no thank you. I'll look when I'm back on the ground."

Eric didn't bother trying to hide his amusement. Kit brought forward a feeling of weightlessness and youth that he hadn't felt in a while. They had also managed to impress Pam as well, which was a feat within itself. It would have pleased him greatly to spend more time with Kit, but they were fast approaching their home, and Eric knew there was no time left to spend tonight.

"We are here." Eric told them as soon as he touched down in their front yard.

Kit took a cautionary glance away from Eric's chest, before breathing a sigh of relief. "Can you put me down then?"

Eric gently let them down, catching them again when they lost balance momentarily. Kit brushed Eric's hands off, finally able to stand on their own.

"Thank you for bringing me home."

"It was of no issue. We shall meet again." Eric gave a cut nod to Kit before disappearing into the night.

Kit glanced upward, at the stars, as if hoping to see Eric flying through the twinkling lights. They rid their head of such thoughts and made their way to the front porch, tucking their hands into their pockets.

They paused.

They pulled their right hand forward, pulling a small piece of cardstock from their pocket. They stepped up onto the porch, reading the small print under the light of the porch. A small smile stretched across their face. Eric had slipped them his number.


"Please tell me you have their number. I want to see them again, maybe play with their hair, it was so long and pretty." Pam nearly whined when Eric walked in the door.

Eric simply smirked when his phone chimed.