Eric turned back to Robert. "Where's the fourth?"
"Jonathon? I don't know. Perhaps he is getting a snack," Robert said wryly. "He is arrogant enough to do that despite preparing for battle."
"Remind me why we are here?" Bill snapped. He wanted nothing but to go after Sookie, although he did not think she would appreciate him following her to the bathroom.
"Jonathon and his nest have been attacking various enterprises here in Los Angeles. Mostly those owned by shifters and Weres, although a few have been vampire owned. I have not been able to go after him because his maker, Rebecca, is also a sheriff. She has been protecting him, using her position to influence the king. Normally what happens to shifters and Weres is not my concern, but his actions have been enough to attract media attention. If it gets worse, the king will be forced to come here and investigate matters. I do not like being overseen and, I do not trust Rebecca. She will use it to undermine me."
"I found out that they planned to attack this pack here tonight. If we can make it look like a legitimate disagreement between the Northman here and Jonathon, we can deal with him and prevent Rebecca from legitimately seeking redress against me for his demise."
Bill nodded his understanding and, for the thousandth time, was thankful he had no desire to further embroil himself in the machinations of vampire politics.
"So what is the plan Robert?" Asked Eric.
"We need to find a way to provoke Jonathon and his nest mates." Robert replied.
Bill looked at Eric. "I thought you said he had a plan?"
"For Robert that is a plan," Eric replied. His eyes had not stopped scanning the room and settled once again on the corridor that led to the restrooms.
He saw one of the band members look at the girl Sookie had been dancing with and nod his head in the direction of the bathrooms. Eric watched as she headed down the hallway. Apparently, he and Bill were not the only ones worried about her. He also noticed that the bassist was a Were, which put them on the same side in a manner of speaking.
Bill was keeping an eye on the remaining three vampires. They were casually making their way toward the tables of Weres, slowly flanking them. Suddenly, he felt a sort of . . . push . . . on the bond, but nothing actually came through. He looked at Eric who nodded imperceptibly. He'd felt it as well.
Eric was mentally preparing for battle. He could feel his blood stirring. He wished he had his sword, but knew that his hands and fangs were equal to the task. In fact, it had been a long time since he had ripped the head off of someone and, Sookie had seen to it that his temper was ripe to do so.
He began to wonder what was taking her so long, when the girl from the dance floor came running back out with her hand over her mouth. Eric was by her in an instant.
"Where's Sookie?" He had her by the shoulders and was shaking her. He felt Bill behind him.
"Oh God, she's in the bathroom. I don't know what is up with you and her, but please help her!" The girl pleaded.
They were at the bathroom door within seconds.