Notes: I am not following a strict timeline like dates and such, but time passes more than having each chapter (and the sections within) to the next day.

Please note that Kit is afab because I often base my OC's off of myself, and this one is no different.

"What are you doing here on your own, little human?" Pam looked down at the human who had bypassed the line of club goers, much like their previous venture.

"I wanted to talk to Eric, about when I was here last. I know I have his number, but this is important."

Pam studied Kit for a moment, the little fidgety human had difficulty meeting her eyes, but there seemed to be no ill intentions. "Alright. He's on stage right now, but you can speak with him in his office."

Eric slumped on his throne, his pelvis at the edge of the seat, and his eyes scanning over the bodies in his view. He hadn't expected much to come out of this night, hadn't expected much of anything to occur after the police raid just a few days ago. He truly hadn't expected Kit to walk in the door after Pam. A slight tilt of her head, and he gladly vacated his throne to meet the pair in his office.

Kit had taken it upon themselves to sit in one of the chairs facing his desk, twisting their legs under the other in an attempt to keep their feet off of the floor. Eric concealed a snort at the strange human, and waved Pam out of the office; it wouldn't do well to leave the bar unattended by one of them. Eric situated himself in the font of his desk, leaning against it rather than taking the seat behind it.

"So, what are you doing here without your sister or her boyfriend?"

"I didn't want them with me, and I don't like Bill." They adjusted their seat slightly. "When we were here last time, Sookie was asking about a couple of girls that had been murdered with a possible connection to vampires. I was wondering if you had any contact with a form of authority to deal with that."

Eric gave a low hum. While it was not common practice to discuss with humans the inner workings of vampire politics, if Bill knew that Sookie and Kit were going to be around vampires, they should have been told at least the basics of hierarchy and terms.

"I am that authority. I am what is considered a Sheriff of the surrounding areas."

"Oh."

"How were they killed?"

"They were strangled." Their brows furrowed. "Why-"

"A vampire did not kill them then. If a vampire had killed them, they would have been bled dry."

"Even if a vampire didn't kill them, it would still involve vampires. Both Dawn and Maudette were known, um," a light blush grew on their cheeks, much to Eric's amusement. "Fangbangers, for lack of a better term. Them being murdered would bring a bad light on vampires, and I'm not sure you guys want to deal with that right now, with the whole trying to gain rights and stuff."

Eric knew that Kit was correct, even without their explanation, he was planning on looking into it. The real question was why Kit was bringing this information to him instead of Sookie or Bill, though the actions of those two the previous night answered that question. Sookie wanted to be a detective all on her own, and Bill was resisting his authority. Kit was the odd one out in this equation. He studied them, watched them toy with the hem of their shirt.

Eric took hold of the other chair in front of his desk and spun it to face Kit, taking a seat in it himself to be more at an even level with the human. "Why do you have an interest in this? There is more to this than you are telling me, isn't there?"

Kit kept their eyes on their hands, voice growing quieter as the conversation took a turn. "If the murderer is targeting people who associate with vampires, there is a chance that Sookie might be targeted, or me, or our Gran, because Bill has been hanging around. My brother has also been arrested because he happened to sleep with both victims close to the murders."

It pained Eric to see their eyes so wet, tears threatening to fall at any moment. There was no disgust as there usually would have been to see human tears, only concern. He held out a hand, not sure what else to do.

Kit saw his hand enter their field of vision, and glanced up at Eric, his face uncharacteristically soft. "I will look into it."

Kit could only nod.


They were idiots. Eric glared at the file that Pam had thrown on his desk as if it had personally scorned him. There was a decisive lack of information within it. Coroner reports repeated what Kit had told them, and the police department's only suspect was Kit's brother, Jason, simply because he had slept with both women and a detective seemed to have it out for him. However, Kit did not seem worried for their brother, so Eric elected not to bother with it either.

"You would think that they would have contacted a larger police department by now. They have barely dealt with murders before, and now they are working a serial killer case. The stupidity of humans never ceases to astound me." Eric groaned as he leaned back into his chair.

Pam looked up from inspecting her nails. "You're just pissed because it means you have to do more work."

Eric elected to ignore her. "Look into the nearby towns, see if there is anything like this. It seems unlikely that the current strings of murders in Bon Temps is the first round of this."

Pam gave a nod before she walked out of the office, heels clicking against the tiles. Eric was resolved to solve this issue as soon as possible to avoid the media attention, and in some small part, to help out Kit.

He sighed. He would need to check out some back channels.


Cindy Marshall. She was murdered in a similar manner to the ones in Bon Temps. She is listed as having a brother, but he disappeared right around the time of the murder.

Eric looked at the photo and picked up his phone, if Kit has been around town at all, he was sure that asking them would be quicker than his vaguely legal means of search.


"Dayum, babycakes! Who is texting you so much that you actually are distracted from your voodoo work for once?" Lafayette put down Kit's plate of mozzarella sticks and leaned against the side of the booth facing them.

Kit laughed, whether it was intentional or not, Lafayette always had a way about him that would brighten their day, or at least a good portion of it.

Kit finished typing out their message before answering their friend. "It's not voodoo, it's graphic design."

"Sure." Laff gave a skeptical hum. "Now, phone. Whose got you distracted?"

Kit angled their head down, a hand pressed against their cheek in an ill attempt at trying to hide the light blush that had bloomed. "I think I made some friends."

"Ooh! Sweet honey child, I am so proud of you!" Laff's voice lifted in pitch and intensity as he sat down in the booth and leaned forward at Kit. "Give me details."

"Ah, well, they are both vampires, one I am sure is at least 900, and the other looks like she would stab you with her Jimmy Cho and you would thank her for it."

Lafayette gave a loud guffaw, falling back against the seat. "Only you, Kit. Only you."

A few eyes were drawn to their booth, the loud noise from Lafayette causing a momentarily hush about the restaurant. Laff was unbothered, used to the odd looks by now, but Kit bowed their head under the attention. A blonde man at a booth a bit over scoffed at the pair.

"Well, I got to get back to the kitchen. Food to make, I will talk with you again in a bit, honey child." Laff stood from the booth, placing a quick kiss on their cheek, and sauntered back to his station.

Kit calmed as the low drone of conversation filled the bar again. They made sure to silence their phone, not wanting to face another round of teasing from their flamboyant friend. It wasn't much time until Kit fell back into focus on theirr work, not paying attention to the conversation that was happening between a group and the red headed waitress.


René Lenier. Eric signaled to Pam, he had a visit to make.


Arelene didn't want to say such a thing to Lafayette, she liked him far too much to say something so horrid but, she didn't see an alternate option. She put the hamburger on the window, a pained reluctance on her countenance.

"Is there a problem with my burger?"

"Lafayette, just leave it alone, they're just some drunk rednecks." Arlene practically begged.

"What's they problem?" His face grew stormy, "What did they say?"

"He said the burger…" Arelene couldn't bring her voice up.

Lafayette slammed the spoon in his hand down on the counter, startling Arlene, and drawing the attention of Kit. Kit watched their friend in the kitchen, and they knew the moment that he took his earrings out that things were serious. They took out their phone, not wanting to miss whatever was bound to happen, and knowing Laff as they did, it was bound to be interesting.

Lafayette stalked up to the booth of snickering men, plate in hand, and face murderous.

" 'Scue me. Who ordered the hamburger," He slammed the plate on the table. "With AIDS?"

The blonde in view of Kit turned to Laff. "I ordered the hamburger deluxe."

"In this restaurant, a hamburger deluxe comes with fren' fries, lettuce, tomato, mayo and," Lafayette raised his voice to a shout. "And AIDS! Do anybody got a problem with that?"

"Yeah!" The blonde brought Laff's attention back on him and away from the silenced bar. "I'm an American. And I got a say in who makes my food."

"Well baby, it's too late for that. Faggots have been breeding your cows, raising your chickens, even brewing your beer long before I walked my sexy ass up in this motherfucker. Everything on your goddamn table got AIDS." Laff's voice rose in volume as he spoke.

"You ain't making me eat no AIDS burger."

"Well, all you gotta do is say hold the AIDS. Here." Lafayette licked the burger and shoved it in the man's face. "Eat it."

One of the men stood at the table, but Laff was quick to backhand him. Another stood, and Laff landed his fist into the man's stomach, falling over the other. The blonde stood up in quick succession of his friends, but found that Laff had connected his elbow with the blonde's jaw, knocking him down like the rest.

"Bitch, you come in my house, you gonna eat my food the way I fucking make it! Do you understand me?" Laff took the plate and dumped it on the blonde.

"Tip your waitress." He called out over his shoulder, clapping Jason on the hand as he sauntered back to the kitchen.

Kit began typing on their phone again, a grin planted securely on their face.