Eric pressed the female to the wall of his club, his hand clamped down on her mouth. He smirked, lowering his eyes to hers. The girl looked back at him, her stone gray eyes guarded and emotionless as she stared back at the Viking.
"Now, where did you come from?" Eric asked her.
She raised an eyebrow at him, her eyes holding the first emotion Eric saw in them, a 'come on and give me a break' look. Smirking more, Eric slowly moved his hand from her mouth. "So, where'd you come from?" he asked again.
"From a pineapple under the sea." she snapped.
Eric laughed, "Funny." His laugh and smile died away quickly, his hand to her throat and sliding her up the blood red wall of Fangtasia. "Don't make me ask again." he growled.
It was the girl's turn to smirk, her eyes narrowing and sparkling in a playful way. "I'm here for you, Eric Northman." She replied, then her hands came up, striking Eric in the shoulders and sending him all the way to the other side of the club. She cracked her neck as she dropped to her feet like a sleek cat. "Eric Northman, my name is Selina and I've been watching you, your entire existence." She introduced herself, the smirk never leaving or changing on her face.
Eric leaned against the other wall of Fangtasia, his fangs out and growling, his hands pressed flat to the wall as he glared at her. "And why the hell have you been doing that?" he hissed.
"One word, Mr. Northman." Selina answered, taking a seat in a near by chair.
"Which is?"
"Godric."
Eric's fangs reacted and he stood up straight, soft confusing on his face and in his blue eyes. "Godric. What does my Maker have to do with this?"
Selina hummed, a bored expression washing over her face. "The night you were turned." She looked Eric dead in the eyes. "I was there..."
"You were there the night Godric turned me," Eric raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Bullshit."
"Fader, broder, son." she answered, in a deep and smooth Swedish accent.
Eric's eyes went wide, but far off as he dropped into a seat himself. "Why were you there?"
"Godric, was my best friend." Selina paused, a sad frown on her face. "My only friend." She looked up at Eric, her eyes shining. "He made me promise, he made me swear that if anything was to happen to him, that I would take care of you and I have, even when he was still around."
"Why!" Eric yelled, aggravated.
"You're his first, Eric." Selina smiled, tilting her head. "You're his son, his world. A father would do everything to protect his child. You'd do that for Pam, wouldn't you?" she asked.
"Of course." Eric snapped without hesitation.
Selina nodded, "That's why."
"How have you 'taken care' of me?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at her dangerously.
"Hmm," Selina dropped her head back, rolling it side to side as her eyes flattered shut. "1614, England. Do you remember?" she asked, head still back and eyes closed. Eric searched through his memories and couldn't place anything specific.
"No."
"You found yourself in a jam with three slayers on a street just off the Thames. Silver to the neck, across your arms and chest and over your ankles. The one with the stake smelled like a paper mill in a mid-summer heat..." she picked up her head and looked at Eric, smiling as she saw in his eyes that he was remembering the night. "You hadn't fed in at least a week and just as the stake came down, it stopped, the other two screamed and you passed out from being too weak with the blood loss. When you woke up an hour later, you were safe in a private room at an inn and a human waiting for you to feed on. A red head with blue eye, nice height..."
"and tasting like oranges." Eric interrupted, mentally swimming in the memory.
"I'll take your word on it, I didn't touch her other than getting her into the room." Selina answered.
Eric pulled himself out of the memory and looked at Selina, slightly puzzled. "Greece, 1847." he threw out there randomly. Selina narrowed her eyes and pressed her lips together, thinking it over.
"Just outside...Athens. Attacked by another Vampire, he tried to stake you using the trident of a statue of Poseidon..."
"But it was him that got staked by it." Eric finished her sentence. "That was you?"
Selina nodded. "And when Bill Compton tired to stake you, when those witch messed with your head."
"Where the hell where you when they did that?" Eric snapped, mockingly.
"I was there." she chuckled.
"And you did nothing?" Eric growled, getting angry again.
Selina blinked at Eric, looking at him like an compassionate mother. "My job is to keep you from meeting the True Death, Eric. Not keep witches from fucking with your memory and if I remember correctly you had quite the fling with Miss Stackhouse in the process." That shut Eric up quickly. "What I thought."
"So, what are you here for now?" Eric asked, slouching a bit in his seat. "Am I in any trouble?"
"No more than usual." Selina smirked.
"Then what do you want?"
"I've watched you for a thousand plus years, Eric." Selina said, picking at her thumbnail. "I decided I wanted to finally meet you properly."
"So, that entitles you to come into my bar, threaten and stake my employee in front of a full room of humans and Vampires alike?"
"Aw, and what are you going to do about that?" Selina mocked him. "Take me to the magistrate and have him bind me in silver chains and buried in 6 feet under in an all silver box for then next millennium." She roared with laughter. "Please."
"I am the..."
"Sheriff of this area and it's your duty to... blah blah blah." Selina rolled her eyes. "I'm too old your sheriff duty, the magistrate and even the fucking Authority. I can stake who I like, when I like and not have to worry about a living or dead soul." She smirked, proudly.
"Two thousand years can't give you that much leg room." Eric answered.
"No, it wouldn't." Selina agreed, nodding her head. "But six and a half thousand years would give you all the 'body' room you'd ever need for three people."
Eric's body language gave pause. "Six and a half?"
"Mmhm." she nodded, bubbly.
The Viking blinked several times, she was by far the oldest Vampire he'd ever met. "And you and Godric came across each other, how?"
Selina shrugged, waving her hand. "Needed a place to ground, his tribe's land was there, he came across me while hunting for his master and," she shrugged. "Friends ever since."
"That was when he was human?" Eric tried to clear up the details.
"Yes." Selina nodded, pulling out her phone and started texting.
"How did you meet back up with him?" He tried juicing her. Selina froze, looking up at him from her phone. Her eyes were guarded again and her face like steel. "You're the one that turned him!" Eric yelled, getting up.
"No." Selina shook her head, putting her hand out to stop him. "It's more complicated than that."
But Eric didn't stop from advancing on her. Grabbing her by the upper arms and picking her up off the chair, her feet dangling and her phone dropping in a clatter to the floor. He shook her, roughly.
"Tell me!" he demanded, stopping.
"My-my brother." Selina stuttered. "The third Vampire my Maker turned. He did it, he turned Godric. Jayven was with me the night Godric and I met. He liked him from the start. So, sometime later he returned for him, bought him from his then current master and turned him. I didn't know all of it until three years later when we all ran into each other somewhere in the now Czech Republic." Eric bared his fangs at her, dropping her back into the chair.
"So, you're telling me, you're my technical, Vampire aunt?" Eric said, walking back towards his seat, his hands animated.
"Sss-something like that, yeah." Selina nodded, fixing her shirt and picking up her phone. "But, I don't buy into that whole Vampire relation thing."
Eric dropped onto his throne, his elbows on the arm rests and his fingertips resting against one another as he stared Selina down. She looked at him like a deer caught in headlight. Looking not like a six and half thousand year old fanged killing machine, but like an innocent and fragile eighteen year old she was permanently stuck as. Selina stared back at him, only a little less than half scared than she looked. Though she knew she could take Eric out without as much of a blink of an eye. But she wouldn't hurt Eric, in honor and respect of him being Godric's Child, meaning she'd allow Eric to harm her and that's what rose the small amount of worry and fright in her. At her age, being man handled wasn't a daily or a bi-yearly occurrence and she knew how Eric worked and liked to toy with others in these moments, that only made her incredibly fidgety.
"Something wrong, Selina?" Eric asked, breaking through her thoughts.
"Huh?" She shook her head, clearing her mind. "Oh, no. Thinking about where I'm going to ground, when morning comes." she lied.
"Mmm." Eric nodded, resting his index fingers against his lips. "I have an extra coffin, if you like it." he offered.
"Oh, no." Selina smiled politely, shaking her head. "I don't sleep in those things. I like the ground or a hotel." She got up, tucking her phone in her pocket. "Thank you for the meeting, Mr. Northman." she bowed at him, a mocking smirk on her face. She turned to walk out of the club, but there was a swift breeze beside her and Eric stood cross armed in the doorway, blocking her. Selina stopped two feet from him, settling her petite weight on one leg.
"Move." she said simply.
"No." Eric replied, lifting his eyebrow at her.
Selina closed her eyes briefly, "Please, move."
"No."
"Jesus to the human Christ, Eric. Get your tall, blond, Viking, Vampire ass out of my way before I silver you upside down and naked to one of the stripper poles." She threatened him. Eric grinned walking up to her, swag in his total grace as he did. He touched his index finger to her cheek. Selina pulled her head away from him. "Don't try that on me, Northman. I'm not one of the wash brained and drooling females that follows you around like a dog chasing a car." she rolled her eyes, slipping by him.
But Eric's hand shot out and slammed her to the wall. "You may not be one of them, but you won't be able to say no to me." He smirked, overly confident.
Selina raised an eyebrow. "Let me say this in a language you understand, you antique." Selina snapped. "No." she growled in Swedish.
Eric's face lightened and a look of happy surprise came over him, "Oh, you know Swedish. How cute."
"Fuck you, sansorðinn." Selina spat, throwing the worse insult at the Viking in any possible way.
Eric's face grew dark as his fangs dropped down. Selina was sure then he was going to rip her head of and feed from her squirting neck and just as she thought he was going for it, his lips slammed against hers. They kissed violently and roughly, Selina's fangs dropping out with Eric's as they heated up more. Their fangs nipped each others lips, their tongue licking at the blood before they healed. Selina growled, dropping her head back against the wall and pressing her chest against Eric's. She smiled hearing Eric laugh.
"I told you." he beamed, triumphantly.
Selina laughed with him, "Fuck off, Eric. Just fuck off."
