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OOM - Fangtasia

[Continued from here.]

Fangtasia is closed for the night.

The red neon sign in the window is still on, the door still unlocked, but the place is empty except for Ginger in the kitchen and Pam in Eric's office.

Pam is changing out of her leather bustier and miniskirt into more comfortable clothes that she'd brought along. Hot pink cropped leggings and matching Uggs for starters.

She takes her time as she slips off her top, revealing a leopard-print bra. She thinks of nothing in particular, only that she hopes to hear from Eric before dawn.

[Dialog lifted from True Blood season 3, episode 9.]

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"Well, I told you there was nothing," Eric says, looking up at her.

Thank fuck,

He is ignoring the guns trained at him.

Nan arches an eyebrow.

'Clean' as in,

"It's been wiped."

There's a difference.

"Well, I'm a Virgo," Eric replies, face impassive.
"I like to be neat."

He spent time in Haight-Ashbury in the Seventies. He knows his sign.

Very funny.

"Your screeching fang-cushion of a barmaid, who's been glamoured so much she can't even remember her own last name, does know that no one ever goes down there with so much as a mop and a promise," Nan says, deeply skeptical and suspicious.

"Suddenly, it's as sterile as an operating room."

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
"It doesn't prove - anything," he says, slowly, not looking away.

No corpse. No case.

Or in this case, no goo and no witnesses, no case.

"If only we had a magister to decide that," she says.

Almost teasing. And pointedly so.

She huffs a laugh, cracking a rather wicked smile.

"Relax. It's not like you killed someone."

He realizes that he has tensed up and tries to relax.

Fuck.

She is toying with him.

He could give the, Edgington. It'd be treason, but this time it's not about blood. It's about their power, the power of The Authority. That might be a different story.

But if he does that - he might loose his revenge. And they might still hurt him. Kill him. Kill -

Fuck it

Pam exchanges a tense glance with Eric before looking away. There are so many layers to this case that it's making her head spin. One confession might have to lead to another.

Nan sits down on the chair in front of Eric.

"Just need your official statement, that's all," she says casually, as she inserts a wireless earpiece and two V-Feds quickly set up cameras on either side of her.

"Webcams for the Authority," she explains.

The cameras swivel toward her. Somewhere, in an undisclosed location, a board of Very Important Vampires are watching the proceedings on a giant screen.

"Members of the Authority, it's Nan. Can you hear me? ...Good. As regards to the matter of the disappearance of our Magister, last known whereabouts, this dump in Shreveport, Louisiana, you have before you Eric Northman, Sheriff of Area 5."

The cameras swivel toward Eric, focusing on him.

"Smile for the cameras, Eric."

Eric looks up.

He's not smiling, but he is managing to keep the fact that his mind is racing off of his face.

"I find it difficult to find something to smile about in this situation," he says, blandly.

"If you have nothing to hide, then it should be easier," she counters.

"Now, then. For the record: it is true that the Magister came to see you about a problem with V dealers in your area? We're assuming that the matter has been resolved. The Magister disappeared before he reported back."

"It is," he replies, looking straight at the cameras.
"He came twice. First in the company of my Queen. The second time he arrived with his - associates. I was away and he decided that he would -"

He stops, his jaw working.

"Rectify what he says was noncompliance on my part by torturing my Progeny and threatening me with her true Death, should I not be able to catch whomever was the culprit within three nights."

His lips twitch.

"And yet - I did not kill him."

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Nan glances at Pam, whose eyes remain fixed on Eric.

Nan knows about the Magister's methods. Everyone in the Authority knows about his methods. Frankly, they've been effective, but it hasn't won the Magister any popularity contests.

"I applaud your restraint," she says dryly.

"However, nobody has implied anything about the Magister having been killed."

She tilts her head at him.

"What are you implying?"

"I am not implying anything," Eric says, his voice suddenly low and intense.
"I amtelling you that The Magister was killed. In my basement. But not by me."

There.

Now, there is no turning back.

Pam's eyes widen.

Nan's already piercing gaze grows sharper.

There's a murmur in her earpiece as the members of the Authority have Things to say about this. She doesn't take her eyes off Eric as she listens.

Then,

"Who killed the Magister?"

"Russell Edgington."

The name falls like a stone into water.

"But that is the least of his crimes. Are you telling me you do not know this?"

"The King of Mississippi?" she says, disbelieving.

There's more agitated murmuring in her earpiece from the Authority.

"What do you mean, the least of his crimes?"

"The King of Mississippi. Who feeds vampire blood to werewolves. His own blood. And has done so for millennia."

There's a snarl in his voice now.

In all her centuries in the Authority, Nan has never heard anything like this before.

She presses her earpiece closer, frowning deeply as the Authority convenes yet again. This is serious. Very serious.

"How do you know this?" she asks Eric. She may be even a little curious, if he's telling the truth.

Also curious...is Pam.

"I've researched it," he says.

"There's a pattern. The Turks told folk tales of shape shifting jackals at the fall of Constantinople.
The Aztecs were decimated by disease from the Conquistadors' war dogs. Each time, there's been wolves fueled by vampire blood."

Back to sounding intense.

"I nearly found him in Augsburg in 1945. His wolves were in the service of the Wehrmacht. He disappeared after the war, and I-- I thought he finally met the true death."

But he'd been wrong. So wrong.

"Now he's returned."

"Do you know why?" Nan asks.

While Nan's interest is in the name of the law, Pam's interest is personal. She knows Eric never liked weres, but he's never mentioned this to her before.

"In times of conflict, Russell Edgington inserts himself into the affairs of men," Eric replies.

He is not looking at Pam.

Now that he has made his decision, he can relax as he tells them the truth. Elbows still on his knees, hangs hanging loosely.

But he cannot look at her.

Nan frowns. This isn't making very much sense to her. What would Edgington have to gain from meddling in human affairs and controlling lower life forms like werewolves?

"To what end?"

"He claims it's to prevent humans from destroying the planet and themselves and thus our food source," Eric replies, without adding his own thoughts on this idea, Edgington the Eco Warrior.
Right.

Nan is already shaking her head even before he finishes.

"But TruBlood changed all that. Humans are no longer food for us. The Great Revelation--"

Eric cuts her off, looking straight at her.
"Russell opposes the Great Revelation. And he doesn't want to coexist with humans."

She'll know what that entails.
He still says it though.

"He wants to subjugate them."

How do you like that, oh members of the Authority?

He briefly wonders if Nora is sitting there, on the other side of those cameras?
He's never told her either.

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