So after this past Sunday's episode, "Timebomb" I've been compelled to write a story for True Blood. I'm following the show's story line since I haven't read the books, yet. I'd love feedback!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except any future OCs.

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It was a dark, humid night-like most night in Louisiana. Sookie sat alone in her bed, happy to finally be back in Bon Temps. However, she wished she could enjoy this night with Bill, who had been whisked away on 'vampire business' as he called it. Sookie sighed, despite being so close to Bill, he still kept much of his vampire 'culture' to himself. He reasoned it was to protect her, Sookie doubted it.

Not only was Bill's strange disappearance weigh on Sookie's mind, but also the presence of more than just Tara. Sookie was a sympathetic to people's needs, however, she could not have so many people she did not know in her house. Her Gran's house. Maryann seemed to understand. She, Carl, and Eggs packed up immediately and left. Tara apologized immensely, not that Sookie could ever be mad at Tara for long. She and Tara said their goodnights and retreated to their rooms. Sookie felt a bad vibe from Maryann, but she chalked it up to the exhausting week in Dallas.

Sookie pulled the cool sheets over her shoulders. She'd have to wait until tomorrow to get an explanation from Bill. It was times likes these that Sookie wished she could read Bill's mind.

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Bill had been brought in front of the tribunal, courtesy of Lorena. He was unsure as to offense he had committed, but knowing Lorena she'd do whatever to get him back. Her reasoning was always twisted and filled with loopholes just for her.

There was the usual crowd of vampires, out of their sadistic nature they were there to see what pain the Magister would inflict on their own kind. The Magister sat in his chair with Lorena to the left of him while, Bill and Eric stood in front of him. The crowd of other vampires surrounded them. The Magister looked, per usual, unamused to see Bill in his presence. Feeling even more out of place than ever, Bill spoke.

"Magister, can you please tell me why I have been brought here?" Bill asked meekly.

"Your maker demanded to press charges against you," he replied, bored.

"Yes, I know that much," Bill replied, glaring at Lorena, "however, I'd like to know these charges you speak of."

"Your sheriff never informed you?" the Magister asked, slightly surprised.

Bill looked to Eric in shock, "You knew?!"

"Yes, I did, but I did not feel it was my place to tell you," Eric defended coldly.

"Then what am I being charged with?!" Bill demanded of both the Magister and Eric.

"Attacking your maker," the Magister said simply, "With a 42" flat screen I believe."

"48"," Lorena corrected. The Magister sent her a warning look.

"But she had released me. She should have no bearing over me whatsoever," Bill argued.

The Magister nodded, "Indeed she did, however, she is still your maker and your elder."

"Must I turn another innocent life?" Bill asked with dread.

"No, Longshadow was neither you maker nor your elder, this offense is far more serious," the Magister said gravely.

"Then what punishment do you have for me?" Bill asked bleakly.

The Magister cleared his throat, "One year bound to a coffin or six months bound to your maker."

"I'll take the coffin," Bill replied hastily.

"Bill, think of Sookie. It will take you months to recovery from such food deprivation, even longer if you use that TruBlood," Eric reasoned.

"Why do you care about Sookie and I?" Bill questioned.

"It'll be less time for me to have to watch over her," Eric retorted. Bill ignored his comment.

"It's settled then, six months with your maker?" the Magister asked, looking into the crowd. They cheered their approval. He then returned his gaze to Bill.

Bill nodded reluctantly, "It is. However, I fail to see what this punishment will do, besides torture me."

"Respect, Mr. Compton," the Magister replied simple, "Now is that it?"

"No, it is not," Lorena interrupted, "I want to see Godric punished as well."

The once rowdy crowd of vampires became silent. Eric soon appeared in front of Lorena, her neck being squeezed roughly by Eric.

"For a young vampire, you're quite arrogant," Eric said darkly, "If you wish to continue living, you will not speak ill of Godric."

"Sheriff," the Magister warned.

Eric growled lowly, but backed away, returning to Bill's side.

The Magister turned to Lorena, "Sheriff Northman, is correct in saying you are very arrogant. You do not speak of Godric in such a way. If he so desired to, he could be the Magister and at the very least, king of Texas. He is the oldest vampire in North America and he was right by putting you in your place. If I should hear of anymore insolence towards Godric or any of his associates, which includes Mr. Compton's human, you will be back here to stand trial."

Lorena nodded meekly.

"You are to return to your maker by sundown tomorrow," the Magister announced, "Next."

Bill and Eric went off to the side, followed by Lorena. She approached the two men, "I will see you tomorrow then." She smiled deviously.

Lorena walked away, into the darkness of the night. Bill and Eric walked down the road a bit to where they had parked their cars. Bill's head was swirling, he couldn't believe he had to spend six months with Lorena. What would Sookie say? Who would protect her?

Bill groaned, "Eric, I need to ask you to-"

"Watch over to Sookie, I know. I already said I would," Eric said as they approached their vehicles.

"This does not change anything, Sookie is still mine," Bill insisted.

"Well, we'll see in six months how Sookie feels about that," Eric smirked, "You two only shared, what, one or two blood exchanges?"

"Three, actually," Bill replied, his anger growing.

"So, it'll be slightly harder, regardless," Eric shrugged.

"Did you go through all of this just to get Sookie?" Bill asked, able to believe he would.

"In a sense, yes. I called Lorena, but attacking her with flat screen was all you," Eric said proudly.

"Why?" Bill demanded.

"Sookie isn't like other humans, so she intrigues me. I wish to know more about her," Eric said simply.

"Then why advise to spend only six months with Lorena and not the whole year?" Bill questioned.

"Only to prove that I'll be able to win Sookie over sooner. And should their be a fight between you and I, I want you to be as strong as possible," Eric remarked.

"Should any harm come to Sookie, I will kill you. I don't care what your precious Godric says or does about it. It would be worth it," Bill threatened, "And if there should be a fight, you will lose."

"Well, we'll see about that now won't we," Eric replied as he watched Bill get into his BMW and drive off.

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Bill drove as fast as he could to Sookie's. It was around 2 AM when he arrived. Knowing he'd have no time to tell her before he had to report to Lorena, Bill entered the old house. He carefully climbed the steps not wanting to wake Tara or any other random house guest he and Sookie came home to. But, by the looks of it, they had since left.

Bill entered the room quietly, closing the door behind him. He sat at the foot of the bed and place a hand on Sookie's shoulder. He shook her slightly. Her eyes flew open as she jumped up.

"Damn it, Bill! Don't scare me like that," Sookie yelled, placing her hand to her chest.

"I'm sorry that it's so late, but it is necessary that I speak to you now," Bill explained.

Sookie nodded, not liking the idea of this urgent matter, "What's wrong?"

"I was brought before the tribunal tonight," Bill began.

"Oh, Bill, you didn't have to be a maker again, did you?" Sookie asked, worried.

"No, no. Although, in light of my punishment, I would much rather have to deal with another Jessica," Bill said bittersweetly, "I have to...stay with Lorena for six months."

"What?" Sookie asked astonished.

"It was either six months with her or one year in a coffin. I took the lesser of two evils, sort of," Bill explained, "I...asked...Eric to watch over you."

"I really wished you hadn't," Sookie replied as she made room for Bill to lay next to her.

"I know, he...insisted," Bill sighed as he draped his arm over her.

Sookie looked up at him, "Are you not telling me something?"

"Eric has some alternative motive, what I'm not entirely sure, but I do know he is trying to win you over," Bill replied.

"What? That's crazy. He's crazy. I'm yours, he can't touch me," Sookie reasoned.

"I know, perhaps he knows something I do not. Eric is after all over a thousand years old," Bill supposed.

"When do you have to go?" Sookie asked, sadness in her voice.

"Tomorrow night."

"Can I see you?" she asked hopefully.

"I doubt it," Bill sad solemnly.

"I'm going to miss you," Sookie said, dejectedly.

" I am too," Bill replied as he kissed the top of her head.

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Eric's has an evil plan, but he means well. Sort of. Please leave feedback, I love it!