All Hell Breaks Loose

Chapter 38: I Hate Myself For Loving You

"They are going to attack and slaughter the people in the Fellowship of the Sun." As soon as Sookie had said the words she looked around for a reaction. Cassidy raised her brows as she cleaned up her bottles of polish and Lawrence let his jaw drop. Valentino tilted his head to the side while Anya pulled out her rosary.

"Good," Jessica said softly.

"Good?" Steve snapped at her.

"They hate our kind," Jessica said.

"They are my people," Steve said and turned to Sookie. "The entire organization?"

"No, just the church in Dallas," Sookie said.

"When." Steve placed his hands on her shoulders. "Do you know? Tell me you know."

"Ease up on her," Jason said.

"On the eighteenth," Sookie answered.

"A Wednesday," Steve said and walked around in a circle. "Evening service of course. That's when we sometimes do pray-ins. We have to warn them. We have to protect them."

"Why?" Jessica asked him.

"Cause it's the right thing to do," Jason said.

"Maybe for you," Jessica told him. "They want to kill me and my kind."

"I know these people," Steve told her. "They are good people, families and we have a good community."

"A good community of killers that are about to get what they deserve."

"Jessica," Sookie gasped along with Jason.

"They do not deserve that," Steve said as his fangs extracted. "Don't you dare say that."

"They hate you," Jessica said and pointed at her teeth. "Are you forgetting what you are now?"

"No. I still can't turn my back on them."

"They turned their back on you," Sookie reminded him. "When Godric asked if anyone would give their life for your previous beliefs they all backed down."

"I can't hold that against them," Steve said as his fangs retracted. "That was expecting too much of them. I don't care if they think I'm a monster. I can't stand by and let them just get killed off that way."

"He is right," Anya said. She had finished her prayer. "How can we call ourselves good Christians if we let them be massacred and do nothing?" She heard Lawrence clear his throat. "Good people then."

"I can't believe y'all are even considering this," Jessica said and crossed her arms. "Jason they brainwashed you."

"And there might be people there that are like me," Jason said.

"They made big plans to kill Sookie," Jessica said and pointed at her.

"I don't think they all shared the same beliefs the reverend had about me," Sookie said, quite astonished at the way Jessica was acting.

"Used to believe," Steve corrected.

"Used to believe," Sookie said. "And Steve said there are families there with children and babies."

"Good Christian families," Jessica said and rolled her eyes. "Daddies beating their children if they are not Christian enough and their mothers standing by and not saying anything."

"That is not true," Steve said.

"Jessica that is enough," Eric said. Sookie had no idea how long he had been standing there.

"How much have you listened?" Sookie asked.

"Enough," Eric said and stared into the eyes of the vampire girl. "Your Maker would be very disappointed in you and what you are saying."

"You agree with him?" Jessica asked as she pointed at Steve.

"You are not thinking clearly," Eric said. "If we let Russell's group to kill those humans how would you think the media will respond?" He waited for her eyes to widen in realization. "Exactly, now they will still speak of vampires and possibly werewolves attacking them but some might speak on our behalf."

"Saving the lives of my flock is only worth for good public relations for you?" Steve asked in disgust.

"For you as well, young vampire," Eric reminded him.

"I-I…"Steve wasn't able to finish and cradled his head with his hands while he closed his eyes.

"This is like a bag of cement on his head," Jason said while Ismene comforted Steve and pulled him into her arms.

"Why are you defending him?" Jessica asked.

"I tend to do that," Jason said and frowned at her. "Defend my friends."

"I thought I was your friend."

"You are."

"Then-"

"Enough," Sookie snapped the same time Valentino told them to stop and Lawrence held up his hands in a time out gesture. "This is getting us nowhere."

"Sookie is right," Eric said. "We need to make arrangements with Anubis Air, Hotel Carmilla and get in contact with Isabel."

"I'll make the arrangements," Sookie offered at the same time as Cassidy. "Cassidy can book the flight and our stay at Carmilla and I'll contact Isabel."

"Sounds fair," Cassidy said and turned to Ismene. "May I come on this venture?"

"You may," Ismene said to her. "We need to decide on who is staying and who is going?"

"I'm staying behind," Jessica said in a proud tone before she folded her arms, and turned her back to them.

"I'll also stay," Lawrence volunteered. "Going to need someone to watch over our guest during the day."

"Anyone else who wishes to stay?" Ismene asked and only Valentino raised his hand. "Cassidy make arrangements for seven flights and book about three rooms."

"Way ahead of you," Cassidy said. "Hello I like to book three rooms from about the sixteenth through the twentieth."

"Looks like we are going to have ask for time off again," Jason said.

"Looks like," Sookie agreed as she dialed Isabel's number. She watched as Eric suggesting Jessica return home for now while she waited for the Sheriff to pick up.

Bill paced inside his cell like a caged animal. He felt like an animal. He was ready to tear off a few heads, vampire or werewolf it did not matter to him. He hadn't had a sip of Tru Blood in the past few nights and he was loosing his composure.

They had moved him to the cage with bars lined with silver and the offered him food if he provided them with the information that they had sought. The vampire called The Golden One had suggested it to Russell and the vampire king agreed but he was more than willing to throw Bill around the cell when they couldn't find Eric.

"He wasn't lying, sire," the Golden One said in a soothing voice. "The apartment was lived in there were bottles of Tru Blood in the refrigerator. Eric Northman must have known that William here would have betrayed him. Am I correct William?"

"There is a good chance," Bill agreed while he kept his eyes on the bottle of Tru Blood in The Golden One's hand.

"Did you warn him?" Russell demanded.

"Seeing as I didn't know what you were doing or had planned, I did not," Bill said.

"He is honest," the Golden One said. "He may have this." He handed the bottle over to Bill.

Bill had thanked him before he gulped down the bottle. He didn't receive another drink until the next night when they asked him where Eric might have gone. Bill had given him the name of the safe house in Mississippi and was rewarded with another bottle and that was the last time Bill had drunk anything.

"Are you suffering?" Russell asked him as he entered the holding area. "Dream of having a drink. I bet you wish to have a taste of blood, any kind of blood." His smirk grew in size. "You are willing to do anything for a drink, even hunt down a pretty young gal and bite her in the throat."

"No," Bill said as he dropped to his knees. "I'll never hunt or hurt a person ever again."

"Oh you say that now, but after a few more nights of being thirsty you might end up changing your mind."

"You are going to release me like a starved animal upon the public?"

"No we are not," the smooth and soft voice of the Golden One echoed through the area as young vampire walked up to them. He had a small cup in his hand.

"Ammon my pet," Russell said to him in a gentle tone. "I will listen to your suggestions but I am the one calling the shots around here."

"Then I suggest we do not completely starve him," The Golden One or Ammon said as he handed Bill the cup. "He will receive another before dawn but only one cup until the seventeenth."

Bill accepted the cup and drained it. Once he had licked the last drop from inside and licked up everything that was on his lips he looked back at Russell.

"You two seem close," Bill said. "One of you made the other."

"Very astute Mr. Compton," Russell said and placed an arm around Ammon. "My Golden boy here was the third vampire I have made. I know you are wondering about the others. Dead, dead just like Talbot but unlike him they were killed by those humans you respect too much."

"What is special about the seventeenth?"

"We are a going to ship out to Dallas," Russell said with a smile. "Or rather Gerald and his team are and you will be going with them."

"You will attack and feed from those who attend the Fellowship of the Sun church service," Ammon said. "You will be fitted with a collar-"

"Keep the collar," Bill said. "I will gladly kill some of those humans, your majesty."

"Are you trying to act like you will swear fealty to me?" Russell asked. "I would be touched if I actually was buying what you were selling." He turned to Ammon. "We will keep the collar."

"The collar will be a test," Ammon said. "Mr. Compton isn't the one who murdered Talbot."

"Only helped seal me away. Now Mr. Compton. Bow before your king."

Bill got back down on his knees and bowed before Russell.