"Vienna, I said no. That's final."
"But, but, but…please?"
"As your maker I command you, sit down."
Vienna slowly sat down, not taking her eyes off of her miserable maker.
"But…..he's nice." She whined, even stomping her feet a little on the wooden floor.
"And human; a snack."
The stubborn forever teen crossed her arms over her chest, a pout adorning her porcelain face.
"Don't pout, your face might stay that way." Eric ruffled her hair up a bit before exiting the room, off to do God knows what to God knows who.
Vienna rolled her eyes before letting them settle on the red curtains blocking her view of the street..
"Don't roll your eyes at me." He yelled from down the hall, almost to the top of the stairs.
"I didn't."
"Liar."
"Asshole."
"You love me."
Vienna let herself smile just a little bit; her eyes might have even lit up if they hadn't died the day Eric took her as his own. Eric Northman is an egotistical pain in the ass…..
…..and she wouldn't want him any other way.