All Hell Breaks Loose
Chapter 8: Meet the New Boss
"So this is the place," Eric said when he and Bill pulled up to the L shaped building in New Orleans. They had left exactly when Sookie did and packed up what they could and drove off towards the city without stopping. They were able to make it and find the place Alcide told them about with an hour left until dawn.
"How does your wolf know about this?" Bill asked as he grabbed several cases.
"Through work," Eric explained as he grabbed the rest. "The owner of this place's father knows Alcide's father."
Bill nodded. "Are we certain the Authority won't find us here?"
"They will be looking for us," Eric said. He knew they would seek out Fangtasia and Bill's place in Bon Temps first and then comb the rest of the state, checking out and investigating the new sheriff's homes and other large nests. "We should be a minor issue considering Russell."
"Maybe we can find some of these other factions and unite against the Authority," Bill suggested as they approached the front door. "Not all of them agree with the Golden One."
"I know of a few connections," Eric said. There were some up north in New York, Chicago, Philadelphia and Boston. In the south they were in Memphis, Atlanta and Miami. "Some of them are young and don't agree with monarchies."
"They want to call themselves the president of each state?"
"Not quite," Eric said and knocked on the front door. There was no answer. He knocked again.
"Hold your horses," a female voice was heard. "I heard you the first time." The woman who answered the door was a young woman. She had short chestnut brown hair, and blue eyes. She was dressed in a night gown and wore slippers on her feet. "Are you the guys Alcide told me about?"
"That would be us, Miss Broadway," Eric said. "We need to get to our room now."
"And they say I don't have manners," the woman said.
"Sorry," Bill apologized for the two of them. "But sunrise is approaching."
"Oh yeah." She opened the door and motioned for the two of them to come in. "There is not much here. I put a few things upstairs that you can borrow. There is a armchair and an end table and a lamp. Oh and a small drawer I was using to store crap that I should have gotten rid of ages ago."
"That shall suffice for now," Eric said. Furniture was the least of his concern.
"Oh and I bought some Tru Blood's for you guys. I only was about to get A in positive and negative."
"We thank you for the hospitality," Bill said to her as she unlocked the door for them.
"The best place for you both to sleep is in the walk in closet," she explained as they stepped into the empty apartment. "It will be kind of snug, but I'm sure you won't mind." She winked.
"Why would you say that?" Bill asked.
"You guys are not together together?"
"No," both Bill and Eric said at the same time.
"Oh," her face fell and said something that sounded like damn under breath. "Well here is the key. You two get tucked in. I might as well start my day."
"Thank you, Miss Broadway," Eric said as he accepted the key.
"Good morning. I'll see you at night," Miss Broadway said before she left.
"Interesting person." Bill dropped off the luggage. "Let's find that closet."
It was only a matter of minutes before they found it and it was big enough for them to squeeze inside. As soon as Eric closed the door he and Bill stretched and laid themselves down to sleep.
The club stayed open until the Authority arrived. That was what Pam told all of the employees. The drinks continued to flow, people continued to dance and some still tried to get away with fornicating on the premises. The new girl, Hailey always seemed to know when that was occurring and informed Pam or one of the bouncers about it.
The Authority did arrive around midnight, not surprising since that was their style, and the second they made their arrival Pam gave the signal for the music to be cut off.
"I regret to inform you that we are closing now," Pam said while trying to sound stoic. She did not want them to know how much afraid she really was. "Come back tomorrow and drinks will be half off and there will be no cover charge."
There were barely any protests after that. The crowds dispersed and everyone scrambled to leave except for a few employees. Those that were human asked if they had to stay and leave after being dismissed for the evening they grabbed their purses and other personal items and left.
"Miss Pam?" Hailey walked up to her. "I was dropped off and they won't be able to pick me up for a few hours."
"I don't see how that concerns me," Pam said in a dull tone as she stared into the blue-green eyes of the girl.
"I think she might need a ride home," Ginger said. "Hailey go and wait outside for me for a second."
"Okay," Hailey said and went to fetch her purse.
"Thank you," Pam said. Even with her brains as fried as they were she could always count on Ginger.
"Could you not glamour her too much?" Ginger asked. "She is smart, real smart. She is studying to be a pale-leon-tall-a- gist. You know those scientists that study dinosaurs."
"You keep her from seeing and knowing too much and I will," Pam said. "Now you both need to leave."
Ginger didn't wait a further second before she hustled after the new hire leaving Pam and the other vampires to clean up the place. She had no idea who the Authority was going to send after them. Eric told her that Nan had been fired and that Bill had staked her. She wished she was there to see that.
"Everything is ready," Chow said as he placed a metal pail filled with ice and Tru Blood type O negative down on a table. They had plenty of the other kinds but seeing as O negative was a rare blood type before the synthetic was developed it became the equivalent of fillet mignon to vampires.
"Let them in," Pam said and took her place in front of her undead employees.
The doors opened and several vampires in business suits entered. The one in front was a short female with long dark hair held in a braid and eyes like steel. She wore a purple blouse, black dress pants, three inch black heels and a suede jacket.
"Helena," Pam greeted her as soon as she had arrived.
"Magister," Helena corrected. "I have earned that title and I expect you to use it."
"Magister welcome to Fangtasia. Can I offer you a drink?"
"Let's cut the crap and get right to it. Where is he?"
"He isn't here and he didn't tell me where he went." Pam hated playing dumb and did not want to go down that route to dodge the inevitable. "Eric Northman named me Sheriff of Area 5, signed over this establishment to me and signed over the house to the previous owner and left."
"And left?" The Magister asked.
"He did ask me to withdraw a good amount of money from the bank."
"And you are stating that he did not tell you where he went?"
"That is correct."
"Isn't he your Maker?"
"Yes my Maker did not say anything about where he had run off to only that our majesty has delivered the true death to Nan Flannigan."
"We have figured as much," the Magister said and did not express emotion. "Tell me Miss Swynford de Beaufort do you and your Maker not get along?"
"We do get along quite well. I am sorry if I cannot provide further assistance however-"
"If you cannot provide the information then maybe one of your employees can." The Magister walked up to each one and looked them in the eyes. "Did your boss inform you of where he was heading?"
"No Magister, he did not," Chow answered. "He certainly would not tell any of the humans."
"No far from it. And what of-" She froze when she stopped in front of Steve. The child hadn't changed from his goth clothing but he had removed his makeup. "Please tell me I am not seeing what I think I'm seeing."
"Magister I can assure you that I am Steve Newlin, and I am one of you now." He let his fangs extract.
"I see." She closed her eyes and turned to face Pam. "What kind of ill constituted thought did you have running through your head that made this seem like a good idea?" She pointed at the child.
"I am not his Maker," Pam said.
"Magister may I explain?" Steve asked and waited for Helena to nod. "I was kidnapped from my car that faithful night in January and I was taken capture by a group of vampires led by Gerald Collins. That night they brought me before a vampire called the Golden One."
Several vampires that came with the Magister whispered amongst themselves as their leader quickly overcame her shock.
"Continue," the Magister said.
"The Golden One thought it would be fitting for me to be turned into a vampire as an eternal punishment. He left a few nights after my turning to locate the villainous vampire Russell Edgington and where he was held prisoner. These vampires have brought me nothing but pain and anquish."
"Progeny abuse," Pam said.
"I eventual escaped and Mr. Northman provided sanctuary for me here."
Helena nodded and turned back to Pam. "You are absolved of the blame." She turned back to face Steve. "Frankly we hated you as much as any vampire but none of us would ever think of kidnapping you and even if we crossed paths we know better than to kill you. Thanks to Mr. Edgington we all know that kind of negative publicity can reflect badly on us."
"I know I'm knew to this being undead and everything," Steve said. "But you agree that Russell Edgington is our number one enemy for both our kind and the humans. The Golden One, Gerald Collins and the rest of his nest should be our number one concern instead of going after Mr. Northman and Mr. Compton simply for a few mistakes concerning that little situation with the witches. Maybe it would be best if we put their pursuit on hold and focus on working together so we can take on Edginton and his forces."
Pam tried not to smile as she listened. That calm and smooth voice and silver tongue that had warmed Newlin into the hearts of every human American was working it's way on the Authority or at least it seemed that way.
"Newlin you are a young vampire," the Magister said after about a minute of pure silence. "You may not be aware that you are overstepping your bounds."
"I am sorry ma'am," Steve said.
"We will still be looking for the two fugitives," the Magister said. "However the young one is right. Russell Edgington, Gerald Collins and the Golden One are our main concerns and we will not push the issue here." She walked up to Pam. "If I find out you are lying to me, Sheriff, you will be given the True Death as punishment. Am I clear?"
"Crystal," Pam said.
"We need to move," she addressed her flunkies. "We also need to speak with the AVL and inform them about the whereabouts of the Reverend." She closed the doors with a slam.
"A bit of a bitch," Pam commented when she knew they were well out of earshot. "But that is the way I like her."
A/N Amelia Broadway is a character from the books and I love to see what she is like in the show.
To my anonymouse reviewer, Thank you for the review.