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Chapter Fifteen

Making Plans

Eric POV

Leaving Sookie that night was the hardest thing I had done in my life but remain in Bon Temps with her would have meant putting her life in danger and I wasn't about to let that happen. When I forced her to leave I had also removed her from my thoughts because killing Lorena, Bill and Alcide was a necessary thing and I didn't want to mix her with all that. For years, Lorena and Alcide had been friend, more or less; colleagues and they were dead now. I had no choice, let them alive would have been dangerous and I'd never be able to stop looking over my shoulder if I hadn't made that decision.

But my plans were not over. Bill wasn't a target for me but he was when he allied with Herveaux and Lorena. They obeyed Russell's orders and although I had killed Russell first that wouldn't have guaranteed me that they would have stopped. No, everyone must die and Russell Edgington would be the next but I first had to take care of every single detail.

"Why would a boy from Bon Temps with a ridiculous debt was a priority for you, Stan?" I decided to make one last stop before returning to Jackson and Stan Davis had been involved with Russell, so I went to visit him. "Tell me, why Jason Stackhouse? I'm sure you have much more serious problems than he." Stan was tied to a chair in the middle of the room of his mansion in Dallas, Texas, his mouth covered with tape and looking at me through his stupid nerd glasses. "I can't understand it, you know? I respect what you do, I really do, but things change when someone tries to kill me. It is not pleasant and I didn't enjoy the experience."

Stan looked up at me as I moved around, his eyes locked on mine and I knew he was scared to death. He had deals with Russell but he never wanted to get involved in Edgington's matters having to do with murder. He preferred gambling, hookers and drugs. "How much Edgington paid you?" I ripped the tape from his mouth and he screamed like a girl. "How much he paid you for me to kill Jason Stackhouse and his sister hated me forever?" I was pissed, very pissed and wanted to stamp his fucking head against the wall. "How much did he pay you to betray me?"

"You do not understand, Northman. You do not understand the power Russell Edgington has on us all. Without him we are nothing."

"Lorena, Herveaux and Compton…they are nothing now and you will soon join them if you don't say to me what I want to know."

"You'll kill me anyway, what it matters if I talk or not?" He grinned like a fool and then I stood in front of him, our faces inches away from each other. "There is a difference, Stan."

"What difference? I'll be dead in a matter of minutes but that won't change things."

"The difference is that I can kill you right now shooting you and all would be over but I'd rather make you suffer, you know, a slow and painful death until I get the answers I'm looking for or until your body can't take it anymore, whichever comes first." Now I was the one smiling as Stan's eyes seemed ready to get out of their socks. "So start talking or we'll have problems."

I spent the next twenty minutes marking Stan's body with a fireplace poker, leaving his skin warm and red as his cries were heard everywhere. Normally his mansion was full of people and security but none of them were willing to die for him when I explained politely to them that I would kill their boss and every single person who dared to stand in my way. "You know, I never thought you could betray me, well, you've never been able to take care of your own business and when I received the order to kill Jason Stackhouse for his gambling debts from you…I knew something was very wrong." Jason Stackhouse didn't know how lucky he was because if it hadn't been for his sister he would be dead by now. "Russell did not order my murder for any reason and all those who tried to kill me are unwilling to talk now. So tell me, Stan, do you want to continue with this or you prefer to talk?"

"I know…nothing," he replied while was trying to recover from the pain. "Russell did not say anything to me. You just had to kill Stackhouse for gambling debts, but never mentioned he was a man." WHAT? "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Stan began to laugh hysterically. "You totally screwed, aren't you? You thought it was him."

"I had his dossier, it was him."

"Russell just sent you what you wanted to see. Jason Stackhouse had gambling debts but he ended with them two nights before you came to Shreveport. Russell knew but didn't tell you anything because he wanted you killed him so he could get to your pretty girlfriend."

"What are you talking about? What is this about? Sookie is innocent." I was furious and would have broken his neck at that moment but if Stan was telling the truth Sookie was in danger.

"He's going to kill her, asshole." And he laughed uncontrollably again. "When Compton said he wanted Sookie, Russell couldn't help it and began investigating Jason Stackhouse to find out things from his sister. When Compton told him that you and her were together it was the perfect chance for Russell; the reason he had waiting for to kill you. He knows if the girl dies…you'll lose everything."

I couldn't help it, I hit him again and again until he stopped moving. I hadn't planned to kill him so soon, let alone in such a brutal way but I couldn't resist. My plan began to fail and I knew I wouldn't find Russell at his mansion in Jackson.

I cleaned up all my tracks and the fireplace poker and left the room at full speed. I had thought about going to Jackson to see if Russell was not really there but couldn't afford to risk wasting time and put Sookie's life in danger. I couldn't warn her either because someone who was working for Edgington could trace the call and alert him that I was on my way to New York to meet her.

"I'll kill you slow and painfully way possible," I muttered to myself when I was in the car driving at full speed towards the airport.

Sookie POV

The trip to New York left me exhausted but I wanted to go to the bank as soon as possible and finish what I came to do. Eric trusted me and I wasn't going to fail him but couldn't help being nervous in the car with Pam on our way to the bank.

"What kind of bank is open at midnight?"

"The kind of bank that offers its customers the security they need."

"Okay, I get it but we could have waited until tomorrow, I dunno, it'd be safer." The idea that a bank in Bon Temps or Shreveport was open at midnight was ridiculous but I was in the big city now and things were different. "What's in the box?"

"I do not know."

"Really?" I arched an eyebrow because I found it odd that Eric hadn't been honest with her about it. "I dunno, I supposed you must know. After all, you know him better than me."

"Sookie, I do not want to be rude but you do a lot of questions and I'm beginning to get tired of answering them. Yes, I know Eric for a long time, we're like siblings but he never told me anything about a safe box at a bank in New York so all this is brand new to me. We will do what he has said, go to the fucking bank, you'll give the access code to the appropriate person and then we'll go out of there with…whatever it is in that damn box." I knew I asked her a million questions but I couldn't help it, everything was new to me and accepted it took time.

"Sorry."

"Do not apologize to me, Sookie. God, what's wrong with you?" I raised my eyebrows to my hair line waiting for her to be more specific. "You have to stop being so fucking charming or anyone will take advantage of you, don't you understand?"

"I don't think this has something to do with I'm talking about, Pam. I may be innocent and polite but I'm not stupid." I said firmly. "I want to help Eric and maybe I don't know a thing about the big city but he trusted me and I won't fail. I appreciate you accompanied me although you're doing it just Eric asked you but…thank you." We were both very nervous since the plane landed in New York and I hated to talk in the way I did to someone else but couldn't help it. It had been two weeks since the last time I saw Eric and was not a very romantic farewell. I left him behind in a house full of armed psychopaths and during those two weeks I thought he was dead.

"I know you don't me to apologize again but I feel I have to. I'm sorry, Pam, I did not mean to bother you but I really need answers and you're the only person who can give them to me."

Pam sighed heavily and grabbed the steering wheel firmly. "Okay, what do you want to know?"

"Why Eric became a professional killer?" Pam raised an eyebrow but I insisted. "C'mon, I need to know."

"Well, Eric was a great soldier when he was in the army but when his time finished he wasn't sure what he wanted to do with his life, you know, he was only twenty-two and suddenly saw that his life was a large black hole meaningless. Then he met Russell Edgington and that fucking crazy man taught him everything he knows. He made him believe killing gangsters, killers or drug addicts was the way to create a better world but eventually things changed and Eric was simply obeying orders. Russell's orders. Edgington became greedy and began accepting any job where he could get a great benefit but he was retired…"

"….so Eric was his best weapon." I cut her off and she nodded when I finished her sentence.

"Exactly. But you must understand something, Sookie."

"What?"

"Eric was not the kind of man he is now."

"What do you mean?" Was that good or bad? The Eric Northman I knew was a lovely and sweet man who loved me and made my first time the most special thing of my life.

"He was young, ambitious and wanted to impress to Russell so he had no qualms, but the night he came to see me…he was like a complete different man. When I looked into his eyes I saw that he was completely in love with you and I know he's willing to do anything to make you safe." Eric was going to kill Russell to get me safe? God, I suddenly felt guilty and selfish but I wasn't going to tell Pam a word about it. "He loves you, Sookie. He'll do anything to get back to you."

We did not say another word until we got to the bank and it wasn't really what I expected. The building in front of us could be anything but a bank, but Pam was sure it was the right place and turned off the engine.

"We're arrived."

"Here? I mean, are you sure?"

"Sookie, trust me, I know what I'm doing. Come on, we have to walk in as soon as possible, we don't know if someone have followed us." I suddenly looked around me trying to see someone suspicious but no one; I didn't hear anything and when I turned I saw Pam had started climbing the steps and I followed her quickly.

"Pam, wait!"

We walked into the bank and although all lights were on the place was really creepy. I couldn't hear anything, just the voice of a woman on the phone and we headed towards it.

"I gotta go, call you later." She hung up and stood in front of us with a smile. "Good night, how I can help you?"

"We're here in the name of Eric Northman. We need to access to his safe box."

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that is not possible. Only Mr. Northman can access."

"Listen to me carefully. We've come from a long trip for a reason and Eric Northman told that someone would come to empty the box. He left a name. Sookie Stackhouse. She is authorized. Check it out."

The woman, whose name tag said Claudine Crane, sat in front of the screen and typed quickly.

"Okay. Sookie Stackhouse. Her name appears in Mr. Northman's file. Please, come with me."

We followed the woman down a long corridor until we reached a double door and stood there in silence until Pam couldn't stand it anymore.

"What are we waiting for? We have a bit rushed and we can't lose the whole fucking night here. Open the door!" Claudine looked at both of us but said nothing. "Are you deaf? Open the fucking door, now!" Claudine introduced a security card and he doors opened.

"I can't follow you inside, you must enter alone. Miss Stackhouse, you must enter the code in the electronic keyboard and the box will appear in a few seconds. Notify me when you're finished." Claudine left, and Pam and I walked into the room. Everything was dark and I could barely see anything but suddenly the lights turned on and the room was completely lit.

"Wow…this is amazing, like in movies."

"Yes, but we don't have time to admire the décor. The keyboard is on that wall." I nodded and carefully introduced each number without making mistakes. The bank's security was incredible and perhaps the slightest mistake could make us problems opening the box.

"What do you think is inside?" I asked Pam while we waited. "I mean, Eric said I need to take all with me to Bon Temps but he didn't say what it was about."

"I don't know, Sookie, but you need to do what he said. Eric wouldn't have a safe box in a bank like this if not…" the lights turned off and I heard a loud noise against the floor. "Pam? Are you okay?" I found it strange that the lights turned off suddenly in a place like this. "Pam! Answer me, please." What was happening? "Pam, I think we should call this woman and tell her what's going on." I tried to move slowly to avoid bumping into anything and find the exit but it was almost impossible because I couldn't see anything. I took a few steps and hit what looked like a chair and then felt a strong hit against my head.

Before knowing was happening I collapsed in the middle of a darkened room.

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