A/N: Buenos noches, mi amores! So, here I am writing again :) This chapter may not be all that good but I'll do my absolute best! Okay, so a lot of you loved what happened last chapter! Why don't we see what will happen when Leo, Godric, and Isabel as the centralized Authority for help :)

Chapter Song: Timebomb by Beck

Chapter 17: Timebomb by Beck

"Everything is about to change."

"Well, obviously. He has to know that the Authority won't stand for this. It sounds like they're a pretty powerful group of people and-"

"The European Authority will not get involved in American affairs. They more or less resent some of the higher up vampires for leaving Europe at all in the first place. But when a matter of this nature occurs, they will have no choice." Godric explained as he sat up in the bed with Galen.

"Are the vampires on the High Council and the Authority older than Russell?" Galen asked.

"There are only a few vampires, maybe a couple hundred, that are older than Russell and they all live in either Asia or Eastern Europe. So, yes, the vampires in the Authority are older than Russell but not by much." Godric replied patiently.

"What about this High Council?"

Godric sighed. "There are twelve members of the High Council, all representing the twelve groups of supernaturals. There is a vampire, a werewolf, a shifter, a fairy, an angel, a demon, a witch, a phoenix, a mermaid, a centaur, an arcangel, and a seer."

Galen's mouth dropped. "What? All those things actually exist?"

Godric smiled at her excitement and curiosity. "Yes. They actually exist. Somehow, all twelve groups have managed to live for the last four thousand years with no problem. Russell may go against the Authority, but he is not dumb enough to go against the High Council. Those twelve groups combined would obliterate him before he could ever have the chance to fight them."

"So why don't they?" Galen asked. "I mean it would make sense to, right? He could stop causing them so many problems. He could stop causing the world so many problems."

"It's all a matter of respect for each group. The vampire representative is the chief of the Authority and she wouldn't advocate killing any vampire for any reason unless she absolutely must. With matters as magnanimous as this, all twelve groups must agree on killing Edgington." Godric said.

Galen out of the bed and went to light the candles around the room. It was daylight of course but the room Leo was letting them use had black out curtains and Galen wanted to light the room up a bit.

She was wearing one of Godric's dress shirts and nothing else. Her long, dark hair hung in tendrils down her back, stopping at her waist. Godric watched in slight awe of her beauty as she lit the final candle and climbed back into the bed with him, straddling his waist so that she was lying on top of him.

"So, in other words, he's gonna have to do something beyond all logical comprehension before the High Council will take action?" she asked, looking up at him.

Godric leaned down and kissed her softly. "I am afraid so."

A piece of hair found its way in front of Galen's eyes and she blew it away in a huff. "Well, then. We are royally screwed."

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Russell Edgington looked down at his hands thoughtfully. He imagined that, were he human, he might have felt at least an inkling of remorse for what he had done. He wasn't surprised that as a vampire, he felt nothing.

His eyes travelled down to the beautiful glass vase his lover's remains now occupied. "I will exact revenge on them, my love. This I promise you." he spoke to the jar in ancient Celtic.

Russell set the jar down carefully on the desk in his office and turned toward the burning fireplace. "Eric Northman," he said, almost as if the Viking were sitting in the same room as him. "Eric Northman, you will meet your family soon enough. Just you wait and see."
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"They want us to negotiate with him? There is nothing to negotiate! Why can't the Authority capture him themselves?" Isabel hissed angrily before uttering a string of Old Spanish profanities.

Leo sighed as he removed his shirt, draping it across the armchair near the fireplace. "The situation is not ideal, Isabel. I know this. But it is the only way."

Isabel spun around and glared at him angrily. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to capture a three thousand year old vampire?" To say she was pissed would be an understatement of epic proportions.

Leo smile wryly as he examined Isabel from her feet upward. He found that she was much more appealing when she was angry and wearing a matching bra and panty set made of red lace. She saw the look in his eyes and gave him a stern look.

He sighed as he walked toward her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I should know. We have the same maker."

A look of pure shock crossed Isabel's face. "You and Russell Edgington are brothers? But then where is your Maker?"

"She is the vampire representative on the High Council. Accalia Selestibus is one of the oldest vampires in the world." Leo explained.

Isabel's eyes widened as she looked past Leo and into fireplace. "Damn. That's crazy."

Leo silenced her with a soft kiss and she found her hands knotting in his air as he picked her up and set her down on the bed.

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"Queen Sophie Anne has forced me to sell vampire blood, Godric. If the magister finds out about this-"

"Eric, why would the queen of Louisiana be forcing you to sell vampire blood? Do you have any idea how outlandish those claims would seem to Palamara?" Godric aske dhis progeny over the phone.

Eric sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I understand that, Godric. But the magister is bound to notice the increase in V sales during the last month. Sophie Anne needs to be eradicated."

"Eric..." Godric said chidingly. "Think this through. I am more than certain that the magister will be understanding. But you'd better have proof, Eric. If not, you could be charged with treason."

Eric hung up the phone and threw it at the wall in fury. Why the hell did Godric feel the need to say what Eric already knew? He'd called Godric because he needed his advice!

He picked up the towel on his desk and wiped the blood from his ears and nose. There was no way Eric would be able to rest unless he came up with a solution to get Sophie Anne off his back. And Russell Edgington.

A/N: So, that was a weird place to end it but what do you guys think so far? Should High Council take action? What do you guys think should happen? What did you think of the multiple POVs?