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The fires were burning dimly in the small village, so dimly that they were mostly just embers in the fire pits. In northern Scandinavia it was terribly cold, but to the two vampires that were in the center of all of the wreckage, it did not affect them one bit. The younger looking boy, though older than most would realize, bent down to the hard, cold, blood soaked earth, his sea blue eyes narrowed. "My son, do you see this also?" He asked the older looking male, speaking in old Swedish as most did back then.
His companion was a tall, handsome vampire. In all honesty, he looked older than the seemingly young boy who had knelt to the ground, but he was only a baby in vampire culture. His friend, father, maker, was just over one thousand, but him? He was only fifty-three, counting his human years also. He grinned slightly at the human wreckage and waste that surrounded them. He studied the way that his maker had taught him, he knew the signs by now. Looking back down at the ancient vampire, he cocked his head to the side in a way a child would. "This does not seem like any animal attack." He stated, eyes wide with what would seem to be excitement. Any kind of challenge excited the young man, and his maker knew it.
"Yes, it would seem as if there are other vampire's here also."He told him calmly, only a faint trace of a smile on his thick lips, speaking in his progeny's native tongue. He knew how much his childe had wanted to meet another of their kind. Even though they had been travelling upper Europe for almost thirty years, he had kept the Viking away from most civilization, only bringing him into rural villages and tribes to feed, forcing him into behavior as he tried to curb him, and cut away his human emotions. He glanced up at the blonde, Eric, and gave him a grin. "Let us hope that the vampire's who did this are both very young and stupid, or very peaceful." He said as he stood back up, even though he doubted, that with this much human wreckage he, or she, or they, were peaceful at all.
At this, Eric frowned. He did not understand his maker's meaning behind the words. "Why should we hope for that, Godric?" He asked, blinking as he looked down at him. Godric simply chuckled, shaking his head as he walked forward, nudging a human arm away which had been torn apart from the body it once belonged to – the body that was no where to be found among the rest of the bodies. He smiled at Eric's curiosity. He had actually met quite a few vampires in his long afterlife on this earth, and not all of them were so kind.
"Because my son. If they are peaceful and old, it will help us. We do not want to pick a fight with older vampires, right? And if they are young and not so peaceful, it would be easier to defend ourselves if we must." He explained simply. While he loved fighting, loved war and all things that came with it – death, suffering, blood– he did not wish to put them both out there as targets for what might be an older vampire. Bending down once more, he dipped his fingertips in a pool of blood that had settled into a small dip in the earth before bringing his fingers to his mouth. Slowly, he sucked the cold substance off of his fingers and sighed, shaking his head. He could already smell the rotting flesh before he said something. "It has been this way for at least a day. The vampires, they must have attacked the village last night." Godric spoke, frowning slightly.
"I am always up for a fight, Godric. You know this." He said with a smug grin that made Godric want to both roll his eyes and laugh. But he simply shook his head at his progeny's words, not commenting on the foolishness of going up against older vampires when Eric was so young. After a moment or two of looking around, Eric looked back at Godric, brow creased in thought. "What makes you think it was more than one?" he asked with the curiosity of a little child. His maker looked at him before nodding at the bodies that were scattered around, limbs missing from some, and some…. Well, you couldn't even tell they were once humans at all.
"This wreckage. To the human eye, it looks like maybe one or two animals attacked and other ones just finished them off, yes?" he asked and Eric nodded slowly, not entirely sure to where Godric was going with this. Godric shook his head with a patient smile. He was really not a patient vampire, and Eric knew this. Over the past three decades, Godric had lost his temper many times with Eric. However, he was pretty understanding at this time.
"I do not see that. I see… a young vampire. Maybe one who has been recently turned since all of this wreckage couldn't have been done by an older one, even if they were more savage than usual. It's too chaotic. But along with that, I can see a few almost clean kills here and there." He shrugged, glancing up at the sky. It would be time to go to ground soon. "What do you think?" he asked the Viking, looking back at him. During the time that Godric had been speaking, Eric had been watching the younger looking male, carefully listening.
"I think… that it was, perhaps, a maker letting his progeny loose?" he said, looking and sounding almost unsure of what he was saying. With an almost approving look, Godric nodded. He was glad that his spur of the moment choice to choose to turn Eric hadn't landed him with a stupid savage for a child. He was glad that Eric actually used his brain.
"Yes, that is more than likely what had happened here. Very good." He said. Godric walked back up to Eric and placed a hand on his shoulder. "But it will be dawn soon. And we needn't worry about such things now. The vampires might be all the way across the land by now." He said and started walking from where they came.
Eric, who was beaming at the approval of his maker, nodded. "Of course." He said and followed Godric back into the darkness. Soon enough, the village full of dead bodies and blood were forgotten by them both as they had gone to ground for the day. And neither of them noticed the pair of eyes that had been watching them from the foliage the entire time they talked.
So hey guys. I have been so obsessed over True Blood lately. So, I thought I'd write a story. I will eventually continue my other stories, I promise! Review and follow if you want to see what happens next!