Attempting something here. I'm dealing with major writer's block on my other story, maybe this will help.
Quick note, I refuse to write entire conversations in a separate language. Assume the italicized words are ancient Swedish or Norse or whatever the hell it is Eric speaks.
Don't own Southern Vampire Mysteries/Sookie Stackhouse Novels/TrueBlood. They belong to Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball.
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1020ce: Novgorod
"Eric, you must let her go." Appius Livius Ocella willed his child to stop looking at the young woman in the clearing beneath them.
"It's Ildri, Master. My little Ildri." Red tears began to stream down the younger vampire's face. He subconsciously braced himself for the backlash of such an irrational display of emotions, but in a unprecedented act of compassion his maker gently pulled him from his crouched position and directed him back to their tiny camp.
"She is no longer yours, Eric." The elder vampire left no room for argument in his tone after they were once again seated by the fire. "She probably doesn't even remember you."
"But she was my daughter! Surely her being here means-"
"It means nothing!" Ocella's patience ran out and he launched himself at his child with fangs bared. "You will forget that life!" He released Eric and the two resumed their silence. Eric was thinking on the blonde haired, blue eyed woman who looked so much like him. She was a little girl when he left. Now, at eighteen she was a woman probably with children of her own. Ocella stoked the fire and glared at his new child,the young vampire was only nine years old, he would learn to appreciate this new life in the coming centuries.
The silence was broken by a high pitched scream from the very group of Vikings Ocella had hoped to forget. In a matter of seconds the smell of blood was so great both vampires crested the hill separating them from the humans. Looking down they saw a slaughter. All the warriors were laying bloody, only the blonde woman, Ildri, remained standing. She wielded a heavy sword and was waiting for an attack by her opponent.
The opponent was not a group of villagers defending their home from the Viking invaders. It was not a well trained soldier or prince, it was a tiny, dark skinned woman. She had no weapon, but her fangs were extended and when she pounced not even the sword could save the Viking woman. Eric started to run to save her, but was held back by his master. He felt his dead heart get ripped out of his chest while he watched helplessly as his daughter was drained by the female vampire. When she had her fill, the vampire turned to the hill and yelled at the two men in a language unknown to Eric. Ocella understood her and directed his child to follow him down to her.
"Teuta" Ocella deeply inclined his head to the woman. Eric sensed her power and knelt on one knee. He felt a hand on his cheek while a thumb wiped away bloody tear he hadn't realized were there.
"Rise, Viking." Eric looked up at the sound of his own language and rose to his feet. "This woman means something to you." The vampire called Teuta motioned towards Ildri.
"I know not how she came to be in this foreign land. Married to a warlord, I suppose. She is - was - my daughter." Eric could barely speak above a whisper, but he knew both older vampires could hear.
"There is the taste of destiny in her blood. She lives just enough to be turned, she will be my newest child. You, Viking child of Appius Livius will not see her for many years, but be comforted in knowing your blood will remain in the world with you. Now be gone, both of you. I am eager to create my daughter."
Teuta turned from the two males back to the woman on the ground. The last Eric saw before turning to follow his master was Ildri's blue eyes flash open as she drank from her new mother.