AN: I suck with updating but I've missed True Blood, so hopefully I'll pump out a few more chapters. Sorry this is so short, I write usually a chapter per episode, so the less Eric scenes in an episode the shorter the chapter. Hope you guys like it :)
Layla sat across the hight top table from Eric. Pam was sitting just one table over. None of them were speaking. Layla's chin was resting in her hand. She had napped a few hours ago, but was too worried to really sleep. They all heard the sound of cars pull into the parking lot but they didn't stir until Nan walked into the building, making a beeline for Eric.
"You look like shit." she noted. Layla rolled her eyes. It wasn't possible for Eric to look like shit.
"Well, I feel fantastic." Eric said.
"The ruling," Nan began. "Is as follows."
Layla held her breath and though Pam didn't really breath, Layla was sure she had seen the other woman tense from the corner of her eye.
"The Authority disavows any knowledge of our interview, your statement or even this ruling itself. None of this ever happened."
All three of them paused in confusion for a split second.
"What?" Eric asked. Layla was glad she wasn't the only one thrown by Nan's words.
"Missing royals, dead magisters. It's a political tar baby no one wants to touch." Nan explained handing him the paper. "Not with the VRA this close to ratification."
"Russell will not stop killing." Eric said, standing to stare down at Nan with a menacing look on his face. Layla had stood when he had, making to move closer.
"What are you gonna do if humans start noticing a crazy vampire king on a killing spree?" Layla piped up which earned her a scathing look from Eric, coupled with a nod of agreement at her question. It was an odd expression.
"They won't." Nan said, her eyes never leaving Eric. "You're going to take care of it." she told him. "Quietly. Discreetly. and most important of all, completely off the books. You wanted revenge? It's yours."
Eric readjusted his footing and fixed Nan with a look. "What resources are you going to give me?"
"None. We're not getting near it." Nan said, brushing by him.
"What the fuck?" Layla snapped.
"How do you expect me to kill him?" Eric asked, turning to stare after the cold politico. "He's 3 times my age."
Nan spun on her heel. "Listen you whiny little bitch. The only link between Sophie-Anne, Russell and the Magister is you. You brought us this steaming pile of shit, and you're going to make it go away. Bring me his fangs or I will have yours." she said before leaving and taking her bodyguards with her. Eric and Pam just stared after her.
Layla sighed, both frustrated and annoyed. "I need a drink."
"Eric, this is suicide!" Pam said.
"What choice do I have?" Eric shot back.
Layla rolled her eyes. Even though she was able to leave, she couldn't stand the thought of not knowing what Eric was going to do about Russell, and so she sat at the bar, sipping her True Blood mixed with Jack Daniels and turned the volume up as she watched the evening news on the bar tv.
The newscaster was talking about the VRA when he suddenly looked distracted. Then, in the next moment, Russell Edgington's fist was through the man's chest holding his heart.
Layla spat out her drink all over the bar and all three turned to stare as Russell spoke.
"And that is the truth the AVL wishes to conceal from you, cause let's face eat, eating people is a tough sell these days. So they put on their friendly faces to pass their beloved VRA but make no mistake, MINE IS THE TRUE FACE OF VAMPIRES! Why would we seek equal rights with you? You are not our equals. We will eat you after we eat your children. Now time for the weather, Tiffany?"
Layla turned slowly toward Eric.
"So...fuck?" she asked, with a slightly terrified shrug, not sure what exactly to feel. Eric, eyes still glue to screen, nodded.
"Fuck." he agreed.