Emrys Northman
A young boy sat on top of the roof, twiddling his finger around the headphone wire as he read a Charles Dickens novel. The sun was setting as dusk welcomed the day. "Emrys!", he heard a woman shouted his name. He sighed as he hit the pause button on his iPod and closed the book. He jumped down and walked back into the posh house.
A woman, somewhere in her 30s was standing there, hands on her hips. "Your father is on his way to pick you up and you are nowhere nearly ready. Where were you?", asked the woman. Emrys sighed and blew a strand of his blond locks away. "So what? Why would he care about me, Isabel? He could've dumped me here and moved on with life", he said as he waved his hands around. "You know he cares for you, Em. It's just that he doesn't like to show it", said Isabel.
"Whatever", Emrys mumbled as he moved to his room. Isabel looked at the boy solemnly. His mother, Elsa was murdered a few weeks ago and Emrys's relationship with his father, the Sheriff of Area 5 began deteriorating. Emrys was – miraculously, born with a vampire for a father and a half-witch half-vampire for a mother. His mother Elsa was the daughter of Sheriff of Area 9, Godric and a half-witch half-human named Elisabeth Munroe, a descendant of the warlock Merlin. Emrys was named after his ancestor.
Elisabeth and Elsa were out grocery shopping where they were attacked in broad daylight and somehow, no one saw a thing. It angered Godric and Isabel had never seen Godric this angry. Elsa, who happened to be Eric's lover, was drained of her blood. Eric went on a rampage, only to be calmed down by Godric. The King of Texas didn't do a thing as he was hiding something.
Emrys dumped himself on his bed. He didn't want to leave. Being with his father, Eric Northman the Sheriff of Area 5 meant that he had to be stuck at Fangtasia the whole night. Usually, Emrys will be at home, his nose deep into his books while his mother would normally watch TV while waiting for Eric to come home. He knew it was to protect him, but to Emrys, it was ridiculous.
Emrys was like a non-existent to the vampire world as Eric, Elsa, Elisabeth and Godric worked hard to keep it that way. To other vampires, minus Stan Baker and Isabel – Godric's nest mates, Emrys is just a normal human boy. Emrys was born with temperature due to his mixed heritage and can get mistook for a human. He survived on both human food and blood, where he preferred food. If anyone were to ask, Godric simply said his next door neighbour who's an avid reader.
Emrys was tall and he had stopped aging by the time he reached 18. He had his father's blond locks, mixed with her mother's brunette hair, and blue eyes, but at some point he looked slightly like his mother. Emrys can come out during the day, but silver weakened him like any other normal vampire. He can't die by the True Death, but by staking him, he was just as good as dead. Eric loved Emrys, but he never wanted to show it, fearing that his enemies might see it and took advantage of it. Emrys and Elsa are his world and to lose Elsa, it shattered his heart.
Then, there was a knock. "Emrys? Child, what are you doing in there?", he heard his grandfather. "Trying to suffocate myself, grandpa. Why?", Emrys said. Godric opened the door and found him, face at his pillow. "Emrys…", Godric called out as he sat down at the bed. Emrys got up and sat next to him. Godric pulled his grandson into a hug. Never had he imagined he would have a family, but thanks to Elisabeth's heritage, there was Elsa and Emrys.
"You know your father loves you", said Godric. "Did he now?", said Emrys. Emrys and Eric had a slight strain in their relationship. Eric was hardly at home due to Fangtasia and his position as a Sheriff, so Emrys was closer to Elsa more than to Eric and Emrys was close to Godric than Eric. "He does, he just doesn't like to show it", said Godric.
"Vikings are like that, aren't they?", said Emrys. "Some are", said Godric. Godric often told the battle of Eric as a Viking. Emrys did love him, but the little strain due to little 'father-son' time had caused him to dislike Eric a little bit. Then, they heard a car coming by the driveway. "Do I have to go grandpa?", asked Emrys. "You have school and you know you can visit me anytime", said Godric. "Can't I just go to school here?", asked Emrys again. "Then, your father would be all alone", said Godric.
Eric entered the house. He scanned around, but no one was there. The wall was adorned by art, all courtesy of Elsa, who enjoyed painting and photography. On one corner, there's a painting of Godric reading a book with Elisabeth on his lap, who was knitting a scarf. On the other wall, was a painting of Stan teaching Emrys on how to be a cowboy, who made Eric smirked all the time. Deep down, his son had the Viking aura. It's just that Eric didn't want Emrys to be one; he wanted his son to be what he truly desires.
He went upstairs and found Emrys in Godric's arms. He never spent much time with Emrys and he will always be jealous of Godric's relationship with Emrys. "Eric", said Godric, acknowledging his progeny. "Godric, I'm here to pick Emrys", said Eric. Emrys reluctantly let go of Godric and grabbed his bag. He walked like a zombie as he went to his father's car. "Eric, he's fragile. Take good care of him", said Godric. Eric nodded and he went to his car. Godric waved off as the car disappeared from the driveway.