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feelofthecrownThe illusion that the house was quiet and empty was not exactly a very successful one. From his perch on the second floor, he could see the guards weaving in and out of the checkpoints, occasionally signaling to one another what they had seen or to steal a smoke. Inside there was the hum of dozens of different electrical equipment; from the cameras to the air conditioning and the fluttering thought passed his mind once more: how did humans stand all the noise. If he let his mind quiet enough, he could pick out the conversations of his staff from inside the mansion and for not the first time, Bill wondered where their loyalties lay.
There was a part of him, a small part that had admired Nan in the beginning for just how deftly she had delivered Louisiana into his lap. He wasn’t naïve enough to believe that he deserved this but someone had to step in, and that someone had to be handpicked by the AVL. He knew very little (as much for the Authority’s safety as his own- or so they said) but Russell Edgington had pushed to the forefront the need for a greater hand into the daily affairs of the royalty. He also knew the elite would fight back- hard. New York was already rumbling, as was Texas, California and a handful of other states. The added publicity to Royals as well as the heightened tensions had made the entire situation feel a great deal like he remembered from before the War. There was no waiting for bloodshed, no one hoping for it- but the cinder was being thrown about to light.
He’d seen the way civil war tore apart a country; how much savage would it be among the half-beasts he now counted himself among. And how would the humans fare? He wasn’t a fool. He knew a lot of Vampires had seen Edgington’s stand and agreed.
And most nights- that promise, that quiet affirmation that he was helping to prevent more bloodshed; on both sides of the conflict was enough to ease his fear.
Other nights, like tonight, after he set Eric free, knowing full well Sookie was drifting that much farther from him and hating all the more that he knew it would only end in pain his mind became chaotic. He was still waiting for Luis to bring up the report on the Witch, and the beginning of that war was simmering too. He knew eventually one of his Sheriff’s would either take matters into their own hands, or avenge their fallen comrade; then to hell with the politicking- Louisiana (and Sookie, and more importantly Bon Temps) would be torn apart.
He wondered how many would die. Part of him suspected the AVL was content to let all of them perish if it meant saving face; that was the way of Vampires.
He wouldn’t. Couldn’t. He had no love for them, on the whole, it was true but he was still their King. And that mattered somehow. It had to.
There was a part of him, a small part that had admired Nan in the beginning for just how deftly she had delivered Louisiana into his lap. He wasn’t naïve enough to believe that he deserved this but someone had to step in, and that someone had to be handpicked by the AVL. He knew very little (as much for the Authority’s safety as his own- or so they said) but Russell Edgington had pushed to the forefront the need for a greater hand into the daily affairs of the royalty. He also knew the elite would fight back- hard. New York was already rumbling, as was Texas, California and a handful of other states. The added publicity to Royals as well as the heightened tensions had made the entire situation feel a great deal like he remembered from before the War. There was no waiting for bloodshed, no one hoping for it- but the cinder was being thrown about to light.
He’d seen the way civil war tore apart a country; how much savage would it be among the half-beasts he now counted himself among. And how would the humans fare? He wasn’t a fool. He knew a lot of Vampires had seen Edgington’s stand and agreed.
And most nights- that promise, that quiet affirmation that he was helping to prevent more bloodshed; on both sides of the conflict was enough to ease his fear.
Other nights, like tonight, after he set Eric free, knowing full well Sookie was drifting that much farther from him and hating all the more that he knew it would only end in pain his mind became chaotic. He was still waiting for Luis to bring up the report on the Witch, and the beginning of that war was simmering too. He knew eventually one of his Sheriff’s would either take matters into their own hands, or avenge their fallen comrade; then to hell with the politicking- Louisiana (and Sookie, and more importantly Bon Temps) would be torn apart.
He wondered how many would die. Part of him suspected the AVL was content to let all of them perish if it meant saving face; that was the way of Vampires.
He wouldn’t. Couldn’t. He had no love for them, on the whole, it was true but he was still their King. And that mattered somehow. It had to.
