Chapter Notes: This chapter takes place over two nights. The first is Eric informing Kit, and the second is taking Bill and the tribunal. Like before, there has been more than a day passed between this chapter and the last

Their window was open, allowing the cool breeze of the night to flow unrestricted in their room. Their room was not something that Eric expected, though he would deny ever thinking about it if anyone were to ask. It was comfortable, like a hotel was comfortable; there was barely anything about that was unique to Kit. They were sitting at their desk, clearly the favored place in the room if the splotches of color on the wood and few figurines were any testament. Eric leaned against the windowsill as he watched them lightly sway to the music from their headphones, occasionally mumbling the lyrics or their frustrations as they worked on their laptop. Eric waited silently, waiting to see if and when Kit would react to his presence. He had the whole night to wait after all.

It was a few songs later that they turned their head, ever so slightly, to reach for the water bottle they had at the side of the desk.

They yelped and put their head down on their desk in their hands. "Jeeze and fuck."

Eric laughed, they were entertaining as always.

They lifted their head and shut off their music, fully turning to face Eric. "What are you doing here?"

"I am here to keep you updated, as promised." Eric lifted his head from where it rested in his hand. "Now, may I come in? Floating can be enjoyable, but I would also like to sit."

"Oh, yeah, sure, come on in, Eric." Kit quickly saved and closed what they had been working on, giving Eric a side glance as he came in and sat on the bed against the headboard. "And no shoes if you want to put your feet up on the bed."

Kit settled next to Eric on the bed, crossing their legs underneath them.

"A tribunal has been called. Pam, Chow, Bill, and myself will leave for it tomorrow night. I will also inform Bill tomorrow night so that he doesn't try to find a way to escape punishment. It should only take a night or two, but I will be sure to inform you if it takes longer than expected and when I am back."

"So do you have an idea of what's going to happen?"

"I have my suspicions." He raised his hands to rest behind his head.

"Eric." Kit tilted their head and looked at Eric exasperatedly.

Eric sighed, almost mockingly. "The Magester already knows the circumstances of the case, but I'm sure Bill will try to advocate for himself by bringing up Longshadow's crimes. Bill may even use Sookie to his defence, though I am unsure as to the extent.

"He may also try to bring up your name, considering I've grown…" Eric seemed to swirl the words around in his mouth, tasting them to see if they were right. "Attached to you."

"Oh."

Silence enveloped the room, though it wasn't uncomfortable. Eric looked at Kit, trying to gauge their reaction. They were simply pensive, though Eric was unable to tell about what.

Kit played out the ideas in their head. There were a multitude of possibilities that Eric had spoken about, and they wouldn't put it past Bill to try to use them to save his own ass. Kit also worried for Eric, unsure of what a human friendship would mean in vampire politics.

I'm not worth it.

"Kit." Eric drew their attention back to himself, and he shifted forward, attentive of the human. "Whatever you are thinking, please note that I will do whatever to protect myself, and you."

"Which is why I want you to take some of my blood."

Kit met his eyes. "What does that mean exactly? I, I know that it holds some significance, and that Sookie has had some of Bill's, which caused her to act oddly the next day. But I don't know what significance or how it affects a person."

"Blood is sacred, and allowing another to drink it is a serious decision on the part of the vampire, and not to be taken lightly. For instance, in my thousand years as a vampire, I have only ever shared blood with my maker, and with Pam.

"As for the effects, in slightly larger amounts, like multiple mouthfuls, the human will usually have increased senses, increased libedo, and there is the possibility of dreams of the vampire who gave the blood. Blood can also heal wounds. On the end of the vampire, they will be able to feel the human's emotions, up to a point, track the human, and in very large doses can have a great deal of influence over the human.

"Now, I only mean to give you a drop or two, which will allow me to have a small awareness of your location and I might be able to feel the shadow of intense emotions, and there will be little other effects on myself or yourself."

Eric allowed Kit the room to think, to absorb the information that was thrust upon them. It was a heavy decision on both parties.

Kit ended their thinking with a sigh. "Alright."

Eric raised an eyebrow. "You are not going to argue?"

"No. There's no point to it. I also understand that you're a bit more knowledgeable on supernatural things than I am."

Eric hummed, but said nothing more and Kit took that as the end of that strain of conversation. Eric shifted his body to more fully face Kit.

Eric dropped his fangs, a sound that seemed to loudly echo in the quiet room. He brought his thumb up to the sharp incisor and pricked it, allowing blood to well up on the surface of his skin. He brought his thumb to Kit's lips, which parted for him and allowed him to lay his thumb, lay his blood against their tongue.

Kit closed their eyes when Eric retracted his thumb, and left it on their lips. Kit swallowed the blood, and Eric closed his eyes as well, feeling the faint new connection form within him. The blood was not what Kit had been expecting. It was sweet, but not overly so, nothing like the expected metallic of blood when they had bitten the inside of their cheek.

Eric's finger left their lips, and both opened their eyes. Kit let out a heavy breath and fell forward, resting their head against Eric's chest. Eric rested a hand against the top of their head, but didn't move it through their hair as it was pulled back as usual.

"Will you be alright?" Kit's voice was quiet, but he heard it clearly.

"I should be, after all, I am not the one who committed the crime. Now, we have another thing to talk about, you said Bill gave your sister some of his blood?"

"Yeah. She came home covered in blood a few weeks back, hers from what she told me. She may have timed it so she came in the house after Gran went to bed, but I happened to still be awake, so I cornered her and forced her to explain. She had been attacked by drainers, the Rattrays, but Bill saved her, healed her by giving her his blood. He killed the drainers in the process, and they were mysteriously hit by a tornado the next morning, though I don't believe that. The odd thing was that Bill was late, and that's why Sookie was waiting for him, and after Sookie came to from her injuries, Bill was licking blood off her head."

Eric hummed. "Compton has never been one for following rules."

Kit lifted their eyebrow in an expression that urged Eric to explain his thoughts further.

"The drainers should have been reported to me so that I could have dealt with them. He should have reported their deaths at his hand if he didn't know of them before he rescued your sister."

"You look like you have more on your mind than that."

"I swear you can read me better than Pam sometimes." Eric sighed. "I have many things on my mind, but they will need to wait for a little longer, but believe me when I say that I don't wish to hide anything from you. While we are on the topic of drainers, remind me when I get back that we need to have a conversation about one."


Sookie started when Eric walked into the bar, trailed by Pam, Chow and Bill. She looked to her boyfriend, bypassing Eric completely.

"What are they doing here?"

Much like Sookie did Eric, Bill mostly ignored her. "Where's Sam?"

"In his office."

Bill walked off and Sookie could do nothing as she watched as Eric drew the attention of the bar to him with his presence, all but Kit, who had seen the group come in but chose to ignore it to work.
Eric observed the bar, eyeing a group of rednecks that smelt like vampire remains, but moving on to glance at Kit who had situated themselves in the corner on their laptop.

" Klyftig liten räv (Clever little fox)." Their chosen corner gave them an eye over most of the bar, easily able to keep a tab on what was going on around them, he was certain that his entrance had not been unnoticed by them.

With a grin, Eric turned back to the bar and began speaking for all to hear.


Pam handed Kit a card, knowing full well that they wouldn't be using it, and Kit packed their things in record time, wanting that one more moment with Eric and Pam before the vampires needed to depart.

"Oh, before I go, a word of advice: We know when a human has wronged us. We can smell it. So do not make the mistake of letting the pretty vampire lady on television make you feel too comfortable. We may not have retaliated... yet... but we know who you are. Have a nice night." Eric spoke his last word to the crowd, an eye pointed at the blonde redneck, and Kit scurried after him as he sauntered out of the bar.


Despite the situation, Kit was given a warm reception by the three Fangtasia vampires, and was reintroduced to Chow with a, "This is Kit. We like this human."

Chow's number was placed into Kit's phone beside Eric and Pam's, though he wasn't privy to their group chat just yet, as much as Eric would have liked to believe he was in charge of that little facet, it was truly Kit who pulled the strings there. Eric didn't say much, he didn't need to, he had explained everything to Kit the night previous and was needed to keep an eye on Bill. Kit, more aware of the time than their sister, spoke a short conversation with Chow quietly, as not to disturb the other proceedings.

"Time to go, Bill. Now." Eric added forcibly after Bill had ignored his previous warnings.

Eric turned his sight on Kit slightly, placing a hand softly upon their head in lieu of a spoken goodbye, and left with the rest of the vampiric group.

Kit gave a sigh as they made their way to their sister, who was shedding her tears in Tara's arms. They were not looking forward to the days following. While they were not awkward with emotions, there was something uncomfortable that came with dealing with Sookie's.


Eric observed the trial being conducted. It was brutal, but it was vampire law, it needed to be so to keep vampires in line, and to keep them out of the public eye. He watched as the pulled fangs were thrown into the crowd, and mainly younger vampires would try to pick them up. At last it was over, the accused vampire being dragged away, mouth dripping with blood.

The Magister looked down at the papers in his hands and smirked, his eyes lifting to meet Eric's across the yard. "Eric Northman, Sheriff of Area 5. Bring me your murderer."

Bill was roughly brought forward by one of the Magister's underlings of the night, coat taken off so nothing is hidden. Eric followed, just past the edge of the crowd and just inside the edge of the clearing of the junkyard, enough to be in the trial but not as the accused.

"William Compton," the Magister read off of the paper in his hand. "You stand accused of murder of a fellow vampire, Longshadow. Not only that, but you did so in front of two vampire witnesses and three humans."

"Longshadow was choking my human and would have posed a danger to the other two." Bill interrupted the Magister when he saw an opportunity.

"Humans die everyday. You killed a higher form of life in a vampire, and you must answer for that." The Magister's voice had a tip of anger to it that it did not have before.

"Longshadow broke the law first. He stole from Eric and then made to harm the human that had helped reveal him."

"Sheriff?" The Magister looked to Eric.

A murder was something simple that could have been delt with easily, but the matter of the situation made it more complicated. It was why the Magister existed, to provide some clearance for the situations that blurred between lies, that and to amuse vicious vampires in a more legal manner.

"Longshadow had stolen $60,000 from my accounts. I would have dealt with it once I found out. The human girl and her sibling came on my request to investigate the humans of my club, as Longshadow was not suspect before the night of his true death."

"It was one of the girls that exposed Longshadow, the other one was only there because you wanted to steal her from me." Bill cut off Eric like he did the Magister.

The Magister raised an eyebrow, more at Bill's clear disrespect than the situation. "To figure out this case I need all the information, and it seems that what is putting forward somewhat contradicts the information that was provided to me. I will focus on the human issue first, seeing as seems to be stuck on it, but believe me when I say that I have not forgotten the offense you have committed. Sheriff Northman, tell me about the humans in the room."

A few of the vampires in the crowd groaned and otherwise made sounds of disappointment, wanting to see something more violent than words, but the Magister quickly silenced them. They were fully aware of the real purpose of the gathering, and were welcome to leave at any time they wished if they were not involved in the proceedings.

"Ginger was the human who was being interviewed at the time, she works for the club. The human questioning her was Sookie Stackhouse. The third human was Kit, the sibling to Sookie." Eric explained, seeing some vampires leave the area for the time being, though they would be brought back if they heard anything of interest.

"The last human, Kit, is she the one that claims you are trying to steal?"

"With all due respect Magester, Kit is not a 'she' but a 'they,' as much as Bill would like to deny it. I am not trying to steal from Compton, and Compton has no claim upon that human. However, ich habe familiäres Interesse an ihnen. (I have familial interest in them)."

The Magister's posture straightened. He was familiar with Eric and his maker, one might almost say fond. The switch to German was understandable, the Viking knew that few others than them would be able to understand that, and especially not Compton.

" Ein Zug, um ein Kind zu machen? (A pull to make a childe?)"

A pull of a childe to a potential maker was not common, but not rare. It made for stronger maker and progeny relationships, but was not needed for one to make a childe. Even so, it was a celebrated and honored thing among their kind. Eric's want for secrecy was understandable, not wanting such a thing to hold power over him.

" Ich weiß es noch nicht. Deshalb wollte ich ihn in der Nähe haben. (I don't know yet. That's why I wanted them close by)."

" Danke für dein Vertrauen. (Thank you for your trust)." The Magister turned back to Bill, who was trying and failing to hide his frustration. "Now to determine your punishment, ."

Bill made to speak, but the Magister held a hand up to stop him. "The human was never yours to begin with. Now, to decide on the punishment for you. The usual sentence for murder is five years in a coffin chained with silver. During which time your body will waste to leather and sticks. You'll probably go insane. However, I'm feeling a bit creative."

The Magister gestured to the side and a human girl was brought out from the trunk, face streaked with tears and mouth muttering a string of constant prayer. "You took a vampire out of this world, so you shall bring on into it."

Bill looked as if he were to argue again, but well placed glares from both Eric and the Magister had him quieting himself. Bill had some vague understanding of when he was outmatched.

"You know the procedure of being a maker?"

"Yes."

"Then proceed."

And Bill descended upon the girl.


"Eric."

"Yes, Magister."

" Irgendwann würde ich gerne jemanden treffen, der Ihre Aufmerksamkeit erregt hat. (At some point I would like to meet the someone who caught your attention)."