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lazy_but_loyal) wrote2017-09-18 07:00 pm
lazy_but_loyal) wrote2017-09-18 07:00 pm
OOM - at Bill Compton's mansion
Pam wasn't sure how much longer her face -- and her entire body, really -- could hold up under the witch's curse. But when she got a call from Bill Compton, saying that he'd captured Marnie, and was holding her in a jail cell in the lower level of his mansion, Pam shot over to Bon Temps as fast as she could. Naturally, Pam thought they could get some fucking answers out of her, but as she watched on the monitor as Bill interrogated her, it was obvious that any progress was not going to happen.
"Recently, a vampire associate of mine entered the MoonGoddess Emporium and has not been seen since," Bill said into a microphone that broadcasted his voice into the witch's cell. "Do you know what happened to him?"
Of course, Pam kept silent. For all she knew, Eric was still hiding at Sookie's. Hopefully.
"He attacked us," said Marnie into the camera, looking like a frightened deer. "We started chanting, and-- he left. I have no idea where he went."
"What were you chanting?" Bill asked.
"It was a-- a non-specific protection incantation. I barely remember what I said because your 'associate' took a chunk out of my neck."
Bill glanced up at Pam, an eyebrow slightly raised. "Yes, he does that," he said dryly.
But Pam was getting more impatient with every word that wasn't to her liking. "Please tell her to reverse this goddamn spell," she hissed at him.
So Bill continued. "You have placed a spell on another associate of mine. A rotting spell of some kind, and I'd like you to reverse it."
"I don't know how," Marnie practically squeaked.
"Bullshit," Pam snarled. This had to be an act.
"You're certain?" Bill went on.
"Yes," Marnie insisted, sounding on the verge of tears. "I-- I have no idea how I cast it or how to reverse it. I'm sorry."
It was then that Bill decided to meet Marnie face to face and glamour her. Pam continued to watch on the monitor as he entered the cell. She had to admit, Bill had some balls to go in there, knowing what Marnie could do to vampires. But before Marnie could do anything out of fright, he held her in his thrall and pinned her to the wall.
"What are your intentions concerning witchcraft?" Bill demanded, looking her straight in the eyes.
In a trembling monotone, she murmured, "Only to assemble peacefully and practice our religion."
"What spell did you cast on Eric Northman at MoonGoddess Emporium?"
"I don't know. I was in a panic."
"How do we reverse the spell that you cast on my associate in the woods?"
"I don't know how."
Pam let out a noise of disgust and frustration.
Bill turned to look up at the camera. "You heard her," he said to Pam.
"Fuck."
Why wasn't this bitch giving up anything?
Later that night, Bill summoned the four remaining sheriffs in Louisiana for a conference. As Pam, still heavily veiled, hovered in the doorway to observe, he informed them of Eric's run-in with the witch. But one of the sheriffs, still a young vampire, scoffed at the idea of a witch being a threat. Bill quickly put him in his place.
"You think witches are to be laughed at?" he growled at him. "Luis, enlighten our friend."
Luis was much older. He stood, and gravely began to explain. "It was 1610. Legroño, Spain. A sorceress named Antonia was being burned at the stake, when she used necromancy to pull all vampires within 20 miles from their sleep into the daylight. Priests, nuns...and my maker. They all burned. I was in Granada, or I, too, would have burned."
It was all starting to make sense to Pam, and to everyone in the room: this witch had a vendetta against vampires.
"Vampire priests?" the first sheriff said, doubtful in his ignorance.
Pam impatiently interjected, "Do you know nothing of our history?"
"Vampires have often found it advantageous to maintain a hidden presence in humanity's most powerful institutions," Bill clarified. "And in the 1600's, that was the Catholic Church. And today, as you all know, it's Google and Fox News."
Obviously.
One of the other sheriffs, also quite young, asked, "So they outed us 400 years ago? Before the Great Revelation?"
Luis replied, "No. I spent weeks tracking every witness down. I glamoured some. The rest I killed." He turned to Bill. "Majesty, let me kill the witch!"
Pam stepped forward, lifting her veil, exposing her face. "I'll help."
They all gaped at her zombie-like appearance, lips curling with disgust.
"Oh, sweetie," said one of the sheriffs, gesturing at her own ear, "I think...your ear..."
Horrified, Pam reached up-- and it peeled right off in her fingers.
"Shit!" she gasped. She looked at Bill, wanting him to do something!
"The AVL has issued a mandate, no human casualties," he reiterated, still attempting to keep to the rules.
"We are at war!" Luis argued.
"You want to buck the Authority?" said Bill, raising his voice. "You kill her, you can kiss Eric Northman goodbye, and Pam, for that matter."
But the youngest sheriff agreed with Luis. "If she can make us walk into the light, let's chop her fuckin' head off!"
"If you wish for the true death," Bill countered.
"Goddammit!" Pam spat, completely fed up with this bullshit hemming and hawing. "If anyone deserves the true death, it's that witch!" The other vampires nodded in agreement. "Let's at least torture her! Look what she did to me, I'm rotting. She erased Eric's memory, turned him into a walking shell--"
In a flash, Bill turned on her.
"How do you know she erased Eric's memory?" He angrily grabbed her shoulders, backing her up as everyone else looked on in shock.
Pam panicked. She fucked up. Oh, shit, she fucked up.
"No, I-- I only meant--"
"You said he was a shell. You've seen him. Where is he?"
"I don't know!"
Bill bared his fangs.
"Do not lie to me!" he roared, shaking her and pushing her against the door. "I am your King! Where is he?"
True death was an inevitability now. And if not from Bill, then the Authority.
"He's at Sookie's," she confessed, blood tears welling in her eyes.
At this, Bill backed off, stunned, as his fangs retracted.
"Sookie's?"
"Bill-- Bill, please don't..."
Pam rarely ever felt so frightened. Rarely ever begged. But it wasn't for herself.
At vampire speed, Bill rushed out the door and slammed it behind him.
She fucked up.
She fucked up.
"I'm sorry, Eric," she whispered.
[Dialogue taken from True Blood S4E5.]
"Recently, a vampire associate of mine entered the MoonGoddess Emporium and has not been seen since," Bill said into a microphone that broadcasted his voice into the witch's cell. "Do you know what happened to him?"
Of course, Pam kept silent. For all she knew, Eric was still hiding at Sookie's. Hopefully.
"He attacked us," said Marnie into the camera, looking like a frightened deer. "We started chanting, and-- he left. I have no idea where he went."
"What were you chanting?" Bill asked.
"It was a-- a non-specific protection incantation. I barely remember what I said because your 'associate' took a chunk out of my neck."
Bill glanced up at Pam, an eyebrow slightly raised. "Yes, he does that," he said dryly.
But Pam was getting more impatient with every word that wasn't to her liking. "Please tell her to reverse this goddamn spell," she hissed at him.
So Bill continued. "You have placed a spell on another associate of mine. A rotting spell of some kind, and I'd like you to reverse it."
"I don't know how," Marnie practically squeaked.
"Bullshit," Pam snarled. This had to be an act.
"You're certain?" Bill went on.
"Yes," Marnie insisted, sounding on the verge of tears. "I-- I have no idea how I cast it or how to reverse it. I'm sorry."
It was then that Bill decided to meet Marnie face to face and glamour her. Pam continued to watch on the monitor as he entered the cell. She had to admit, Bill had some balls to go in there, knowing what Marnie could do to vampires. But before Marnie could do anything out of fright, he held her in his thrall and pinned her to the wall.
"What are your intentions concerning witchcraft?" Bill demanded, looking her straight in the eyes.
In a trembling monotone, she murmured, "Only to assemble peacefully and practice our religion."
"What spell did you cast on Eric Northman at MoonGoddess Emporium?"
"I don't know. I was in a panic."
"How do we reverse the spell that you cast on my associate in the woods?"
"I don't know how."
Pam let out a noise of disgust and frustration.
Bill turned to look up at the camera. "You heard her," he said to Pam.
"Fuck."
Why wasn't this bitch giving up anything?
Later that night, Bill summoned the four remaining sheriffs in Louisiana for a conference. As Pam, still heavily veiled, hovered in the doorway to observe, he informed them of Eric's run-in with the witch. But one of the sheriffs, still a young vampire, scoffed at the idea of a witch being a threat. Bill quickly put him in his place.
"You think witches are to be laughed at?" he growled at him. "Luis, enlighten our friend."
Luis was much older. He stood, and gravely began to explain. "It was 1610. Legroño, Spain. A sorceress named Antonia was being burned at the stake, when she used necromancy to pull all vampires within 20 miles from their sleep into the daylight. Priests, nuns...and my maker. They all burned. I was in Granada, or I, too, would have burned."
It was all starting to make sense to Pam, and to everyone in the room: this witch had a vendetta against vampires.
"Vampire priests?" the first sheriff said, doubtful in his ignorance.
Pam impatiently interjected, "Do you know nothing of our history?"
"Vampires have often found it advantageous to maintain a hidden presence in humanity's most powerful institutions," Bill clarified. "And in the 1600's, that was the Catholic Church. And today, as you all know, it's Google and Fox News."
Obviously.
One of the other sheriffs, also quite young, asked, "So they outed us 400 years ago? Before the Great Revelation?"
Luis replied, "No. I spent weeks tracking every witness down. I glamoured some. The rest I killed." He turned to Bill. "Majesty, let me kill the witch!"
Pam stepped forward, lifting her veil, exposing her face. "I'll help."
They all gaped at her zombie-like appearance, lips curling with disgust.
"Oh, sweetie," said one of the sheriffs, gesturing at her own ear, "I think...your ear..."
Horrified, Pam reached up-- and it peeled right off in her fingers.
"Shit!" she gasped. She looked at Bill, wanting him to do something!
"The AVL has issued a mandate, no human casualties," he reiterated, still attempting to keep to the rules.
"We are at war!" Luis argued.
"You want to buck the Authority?" said Bill, raising his voice. "You kill her, you can kiss Eric Northman goodbye, and Pam, for that matter."
But the youngest sheriff agreed with Luis. "If she can make us walk into the light, let's chop her fuckin' head off!"
"If you wish for the true death," Bill countered.
"Goddammit!" Pam spat, completely fed up with this bullshit hemming and hawing. "If anyone deserves the true death, it's that witch!" The other vampires nodded in agreement. "Let's at least torture her! Look what she did to me, I'm rotting. She erased Eric's memory, turned him into a walking shell--"
In a flash, Bill turned on her.
"How do you know she erased Eric's memory?" He angrily grabbed her shoulders, backing her up as everyone else looked on in shock.
Pam panicked. She fucked up. Oh, shit, she fucked up.
"No, I-- I only meant--"
"You said he was a shell. You've seen him. Where is he?"
"I don't know!"
Bill bared his fangs.
"Do not lie to me!" he roared, shaking her and pushing her against the door. "I am your King! Where is he?"
True death was an inevitability now. And if not from Bill, then the Authority.
"He's at Sookie's," she confessed, blood tears welling in her eyes.
At this, Bill backed off, stunned, as his fangs retracted.
"Sookie's?"
"Bill-- Bill, please don't..."
Pam rarely ever felt so frightened. Rarely ever begged. But it wasn't for herself.
At vampire speed, Bill rushed out the door and slammed it behind him.
She fucked up.
She fucked up.
"I'm sorry, Eric," she whispered.
[Dialogue taken from True Blood S4E5.]