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This is my first ever fanfiction! I hope you enjoy and i'll try to upload more chapters soon! And let me know what you think too!

Prologue:

As I laid there, on the mossy forest floor I heard a voice. It was sweet, it was like a gust of wind, it told me that i was made for great things; I was made to be an apex predator, I was made to protect his possessions. But there was a flaw to me, something that he did not think of. I needed to feed on his prized possessions. I knew it was wrong, but it felt so right. I knew my maker would be mad, but I did not care. I am after all, a apex predator.

Chapter 1

Daylight breaks through a crack in the blinds, I squint my eyes and flip over in my soft king sized bed. It has four large posts that are stained dark heartwood infused oak. It has red satin draping around it, my bedding is black, red, and some white laced through it. I can smell the sweat and laundry soap used to wash it away. I make a grunt noise and flip over away from the sunlight, it hurts my skin, but as i just start dozing off, my pitbull, Opeth, and my huskyxwolf, Lobus, jump up on my bed and start whining. Trying to get me up. So I guess it's time to get up, with that i gave a big stretch and yawn and got up. I grab my sun ring off of my nightstand and slip it on; as i do that, I walk out of my cozy bedroom to my my nest. (4th wall break, If you haven't figured it out I am a vampyer, not only a vampyer but a lord of sorts. I won't say my age, but God is my maker) My nest it simple, quiet at times, and if you catch it at the right times, you can see all the different vampyers coexisting in one place. Well, when they are not trying to kill each other. I try to make it a safe haven for vampyers, but as everyone knows, you can't make everything work. My nest is in British Columbia, Canada. It's far from the city, Vancouver, but that's also if you are a human, for me it's a 2 minute run. I found this home around 100 years ago, it was a beaten down old logging cabin, but now it is a beautiful modern mansion. It still has the old style outside and siding that it came with but the inside has all modern everything. I have decided to decorate it from the things that I have collected over my travels. I love all my houses, but this one and the one in Sweden are my favorite. The one in Sweden, looks like this one, but even older. I found that one a long time ago, I think it was around WW1. But anyways, I love them, they are the two houses that helped me come to peace with myself and my vampyrism. As I walk out to let my pooches out, I take a deep breathe of mountain air. I watch as the two goofballs run circles around each other, they dart off to go run circles around other animals. I laughed to myself and went to do my chores. I fed my horses, goats, and other farm animals. Then I fed my dogs lastly. Afterward, I went inside and made myself some breakfast, after that I poured myself a glass of grizzly bear blood. ( I stopped drink human blood 200+ years ago) After i clean up, I let my dogs in and go do my work for the day. It was around 3 P.m when I got a call from one of my progenies, Eric Northman.

"Nicole! I have word of humans attacking an vampyer nest in section 13 (Kansas). It is big!" He said slightly out of breathe he must have been flying there as we speak.

"Were there any survivors?" I questioned knowing the answer inside.

"No...I'm sorry." His tone went from angered to a slightly sadden one.

"Did you just get to the scene Northman? Do you have the person that slaughtered my children!?" I yelled at him, hoping that he would just tell me what the hell just happened!

"Yes," he growled, "There were 3 of them but one of them uhmm...disappeared in a white flash of white light." He paused, "what shou…"

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN ONE THE DISAPPEARED! Humans don't just poof into thin air Eric!" I growled at him. I was so mad, I felt my face start to turn and my fangs popped out. Eric sighed,

"What should i do with the two boys then. I would personally, love to rip their heads off and drain their bodies" He gave a long hiss after that. In the background I heard a faint laugh. Who were these men and why did they did go on suicide mission.

Chapter 2

After some quick thinking, I did the most humanly thing i could do. That would be to bring them in some questioning and some much needed answers. "Well...bring them to my huvudsakliga boet. (main house)" I said as calmly as I could.

"Okej' Eric spoke with an irritated sigh after.

"Whatever Northman. Bring them here, UNHARMED! I will be expecting you and the prisoners in 2 hours. Bring your progeny, Pam, to help you fly them to Vancouver, I will have a car there waiting for you." My tone was firm, it needed to be when it comes to him. I knew what he could do to them, it sometimes amazes me what some vampyers, that are over the age of 1, 000 years, can do to a person. He hastily agreed and hung up. I shook my head and got up from my desk and started towards the holding rooms. Which were basically like little hotel rooms but there are no windows and not doorknobs on the inside. Also they are planted with thick steel and silver on the back of the door. Just for those who don't want to listen or don't obey by nest rules. But, not very often I have to get the cleaning staff on it, or buy new ones all together.

A couple hours later, i finally got them ready, so I decide that maybe I should make myself look more presentable. So with that, I shuffle to the other side of the house, dogs close at my heels. They must feel the panic and worrying feelings spinning inside me right now, I fed them my blood so that they can stay in tune with me and listen to my commands. But it is mainly just when we are fighting vampyers that can voice mimic and control animals. I walked into my bedroom into my beautiful bathroom, it was black and brown marble counter tops and red rock bowl sinks that I got made from the stones of my home country, Sweden. I have a big black jacuzzi tub, be enough to find 3 people in, the shower has a rain shower head, and 3 side sprayers, and 4 normal shower heads. Also its black marble tile, and glass sides. There is also an archway that leads to my walk in closet. When you walk in there you will see an island that holds all my precious jewels and priceless heirlooms that can not be lost. But there is also a wall of shoes and band tee-shirts. There is a secret doggie door for my hounds, it leads to the kennels that are outside in their dog houses, for when it's too cold for Opeth to go outside. For Lobus, she will live outside in the winter, she absolutely loves the snow.
When I get out of the shower, I hear my phone go off. When I look at it and it's Eric, he said he's 15 minutes away. So I raced to get ready, I threw on my favorite Alice Cooper band-tee, my favorite pair of light washed jeans with white thick stitching and it make butt look amazing. That's hard to find when you are only 5' 2". Then I sped over to my makeup mirror and out on some simple eyeliner and mascara. I loved using browns on my eyes, it really makes the blue of my eyes pop. Then I blow dry my hair and then ran a straightener through my hair, even tho it kinda does what it wants. When I'm satisfied with my outfit, i strut out of my bedroom. I hear a car pull up to the gates. I start to get a tingling sensation go down my spine and a cooling breeze go thru my hair. Then a hear Eric's voice in my head, telling me that he was here. So then I raced over to my phone and buzzed him in. Then I quickly checked my social media and just as I put my phone down my dogs started to go nuts. They seemed to like Eric the most out of all my progenies. Then i hear his footsteps up the steps then before he could even knock I swung open the door. There he stood with a half surprised, half happy look on his face. Eric Northman was one of the most sweetest yet asshole-ash man I have ever met. But yet, I was so damn happy to see him,so I jump up into his strong arms. As they catch me, I can feel his arms tighten around my waist. I took a long, deep breath of his skin. He smelled like home, it smelled like beautiful mountain air, blissful forests, and him. We have a weird relationship, sometimes we are so in love that others don't matter, other times, we are consistently at each other's throats wanting to kill each other.

When I made Eric, with the help of another vampyer, Godric, it was in the viking era. I watched him for days. I watched the way he fought, loved, obeyed. Then in a frenzy of an attack on his village, he and a few others got away but Eric was badly injured, almost dead. So i fed him my blood, and turned him. I got Godric to watch him as he underwent his transformation. From then on, I had a lover, a brother, father, best friend, and sometimes an enemy. As he slowly lets me down, his bright blue eyes stared down at me, he leaned down and gave me a long needed kiss. He tasted like vanilla, and honey, his tongue traced the line of my bottom lip, asking for enterance. But, I pull away because I knew I wasn't going to be able to stop. He slowly released his grip on me, and gave a low growl to tell me that he didn't want to be stopped.

"Well, hello min kärlek,(my love,)" He said in a low sexy voice, "How are you?"

"Hi min kärlek, I'm fine, stressed, but fine. How are the trip? Have they said anything!? Do you know their names even!?" I started to say in a panicky voice. Why would they does this to my children!? Why did they laugh afterward!

"Min kärlek, min kärlek, shhhh... it's okay. Don't worry. I will put them in their rooms and call everyone on that needs to be here. And you can question the prisoners tomorrow. Tonight, we need to have a meeting with the others." He smoothly said, looking at me with his beautiful ice blue eyes. He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on my forehead. I knew it was going to be okay..but i didn't know either. He gently pulled away, tracing my pantline as he left. He started towards the black SUV, just as he opened the back door. Pam, his progeny, and my best friend, came around the back with one of the prisoners. He was short-ish, and smelled like a hunter. I should have known. Then Eric brought the other one out, he was much taller and also smelled like a hunter. I wonder what if these two know what they have gotten into. Just then my dogs started forward towards the hunters, growling, howling, snarling.

"Opeth! Lobus! Suidhe, fuirich! (Sit, stay!)" I growled at them. They did as commanded, but they back talked me, as usual. Then just as Eric and Pam were walking past me with the hunters, I asked them to stop and take off the hoods, I wanted to see what they looked like, and ask their names. Eric rolled with eyes and Pam made a grunting noise, but they still did as they were told. Once the hoods were off, I took a good look at them. They looked like boys to me. Boys messing with men things. I looked at the shorter one, he looked to be about 25 years old, he had the most beautiful emerald green eyes I have ever hair was a dirty blond-brown color, it was cut short so that it stood up on its own. He wore a leather jacket with a plaid shirt and a black tee underneath. Then his jeaned were faded, probably from years of wear, but they seemed to fit in all the right places. The other one was much taller and almost looked like the other. But he has hazel eyes that seem to change color with the sunlight. His hair was longer, shaggy looking, and a brown color that hard to describe. He wore a carhartt jacket, with just a flannel shirt that was just unbutton, and tight enough to show off his upper body. His jeans were a dark wash with look very well worn in, and they too fit his in all the right places. It makes me think...who are these damn fine hunters!

Hope you enjoyed the teaser! Let me know you want more :)