Part Two

Viking's Bar

Almost two hundred years later…

"Eric?"

The blond old vampire opened his eyes. He looked down at Pam from his throne. "What?"

"Don't be pissed. I didn't do anything, yet." She said and smiled widely.

"Just spit what you want." Eric was already pissed. Pam had interrupted his thoughts. But maybe this wasn't too bad. Thinking about the past didn't make much sense and wouldn't help him in any ways. Eric had been thinking about the last time he had met Alva. How she had left him. To his surprise she stopped returning on her regular basis. The last time he saw her was two decades ago. After thinking about this last meeting… he did miss her. But he would never search her. Never would he run to get her, but maybe she'd return on her own some day. He could be very patient.

"Oh. Nothing, I just wanted to know what's up. You are in a weird mood."

Eric was not amused. "Then fuck off Pam. I really am not in the mood for you tonight."

Pam looked at him angry and stalked off. Women were so annoying sometimes. At least she didn't kick him with these deadly sharp pumps of hers. In the last couple of years too much had happened…

Eric's mind wandered back to Alva. What was her life like the last two hundred years? She never ever had stayed away that long. They had met at least every twenty or thirty years. But now she was gone for almost two hundred! If he didn't know better, Eric would think she was already dead. But he was sure she wasn't. She couldn't. Goddamn she was Alva the Vikings bride!

After being with Sookie Stackhouse, Eric finally had realized what Alva was trying to imply for at least one millennium. She loved him and wasn't able to tell him. Eric wasn't the only one that had issues with his pride. This god damn thing called pride…

Alva couldn't say it, because he would have turned her down and that would have ruined her. Broken her heart and it would have taken another millennium to fix this. The female vampire had always been an odd example of their species. Alva was a violent and strong vampire, but at the same time she was a young woman that loved other people and liked her undead life. She must have accepted what she had with him for many years until she couldn't bear it anymore. Now she was gone, probably would never return to him. He just realized how much she meant to him when she was gone.

What he had done, or better, what he hadn't done, was just too bad, for him and for her. If he just-

His thoughts were interrupted once again. Someone got the crowed to go deadly silent.

The Viking vampire looked up and saw her immediately. Her presence filled the room and got all the attention she never wanted. A male lay at her feet. She pushed some fangbangers out of her way and stopped when she finally could look at him directly.

Pam was about to approach the intruder and wanted to handle her, as it was her job. Cold eyes looked at Pam and she seemed to be not very impressed.

"Pam! Back off." Eric simply said without moving an inch.

His child hissed and let the blonde intruder walk up to Eric's throne.

Her hair was still long and reached her hips, but in this century it was straight once again. The eyes were glowing in an icy blue he remembered too well. Last time she wore that pretty baroque gown. Tonight she wore skin tight blue jeans, a strapless black top and a white fur jacket, which barely reached her waist. To top this style she wore white high heels. Oh yes, he remembered, human clothing styles changed just fast enough. Eric had seen her in many styles, but this was just the best. Well to be honest, she had even looked gorgeous when she was covered in their primitive Viking clothing. But even better was having her naked on fur carpet. There had been times when a simple movement of her turned him on and made him jump her in the next second.

Alva stared at him. She wasn't smiling or looking relieved to see him alive. Eric was pleased to meet her again, but he wasn't aware of the whys. Did she come to make herself suffer, or did she come to finally end everything. Probably she was here because she was still full of hope to warm up his heart.

"What leads you to me, Alva Marker?" He asked coldly. Alva smiled a bit.

"It is always the same, Eric from the North." Sure it was. That was how vampires were. "At least that is what you told me back then."

The cold blonde seized him up. This night he wore his usual dark jeans and a black tank top.

He nodded and got up. Eric walked towards the bar and signed Alva to follow him. She was so little. He could easily see the top of her head. With him being 6"4 he was taller than most people he knew. But Alva was just 5"3. The Viking liked that, made him want her in his bed immediately and keep her from any harm.

It didn't matter how intelligent the vampires were by now, on the inside every one of them was a primitive creature that only craved for food and sex. Eric and Alva were no exception. Never would be. But maybe one day, they could be together. At least a little longer than usually…

"Let's go into my backroom." He told her and looked back to the slightly confused Pam. "Nobody is to interrupt us." Pam just nodded and got back to business. Eric was sure that she didn't care anyways.

"Who's Pam. She looked pretty pissed off." She didn't ask for an answer, she demanded one.

"I'm her maker." That did explain it well enough. Alva didn't seem too bothered, so Eric moved on and led her to his backroom. He had it made some time ago.

"You're living in your bar, Eric? How disgusting, but totally you." She said that after spotting a closet and a bed in the room. The room hadn't a window so it was perfect to spend the day safely.

"I've got a better residence just a few minutes from here." He explained and pushed her to the bed.

"Eric, I don't… I am not here for this. We have to talk first." She turned her head away and refused to look at him. In front of the crowed she was a strong and independent woman, but now, being alone with him she was acting like a little girl.

He stared at her. "I know, Alva." The Viking pulled her into his arms and hugged her. It seemed that she didn't know what to respond, so she just put her arms around his back and hugged him back. Their intermezzos never lasted longer than a few weeks. Now he finally was aware of the reasons. "Alva, I was being stupid and selfish, when we were together. I should have real-…" he started.

But Alva interrupted. "Don't. I am the one who should have said something back then and I am the one who has to start this now. Actually I should have told you when Thierry… when my human died. At this time I first realized that I didn't want to see another lover die and since I always had loved you in some way or the other, it was you who my dead heart chose. But you never saw it and I couldn't say it." She started to cry and like two hundred years ago, blood ran over her cheeks. It got her mad, this inability to jump over her own shadow and spilling the beans finally. "Then you said I got everything from you I ever wanted, but it was simply not true. I got so angry and was hurt, I couldn't stay any longer." It simply had been too much. The male didn't even have a hint of what she was really feeling.

Eric wanted her to finish, didn't want to interrupt what lay inside her for more than a half millennium. "And then I heard you loved a human girl. I was so angry! How could you love her and not me?"

"It doesn't matter anymore. She's gone." He whispered to her ear. He liked that she had been aware of what has been happening in his live.

Alva didn't respond, just looked upwards into his light blue eyes and what she saw pleased her very much. He moved down and placed his own lips on her soft pink ones. It almost felt like their first kiss.

Then Eric finally had his old Alva back again. The woman was smiling and moving a bit away from him, holding onto his hands. "You look hot in your clothes. But you looked really ridiculous in French baroque clothes. Not to speak of your hairstyle." His blond hair was now shorter and slick combed back. Such a nice style for him, it looked really good on him. "It looks very masculine now."

"I just can return your appreciation. You look gorgeous in these tight jeans of yours."

Eric bent down and licked the blood from her cheeks.

"Let's try it, Alva. Stay together and look what will happen." He told her and was sure that she would agree. Her soft hand stroked over his cheek and she looked into his eyes.

"First I have to tell you some more." The female said. Was there still something that was bothering her? Did he again do something wrong?

"What is it? You can trust me."

"I am not alone anymore I have a child." Alva told him.

"You changed someone? I thought you didn't want to do that ever, since you didn't choose to become a vampire for yourself." In the first few years she was kind of depressive, often refused to feed. Her expression seemed a little odd.

"No, Eric. I didn't turn someone. My kid is a human."

For a long time Eric just looked at her and did not know what he could respond…

Several questions run through his mind. How was this possible? Where the fuck had she a kid from?

"How did this happen?" Eric managed to ask her.

"Oh, quite the natural way I think."

"That's not amusing. Tell me how you came to that child."

"Don't you dare to think I kidnapped a baby because I was desperate!" She said, was almost yelling. "His mother was mine. I fed from her regularly, lived quite mainstream and when she got pregnant I helped her out. The woman was nice, I liked her, but she was really poor and I had way too much money anyways." The blond sighed. "Everything went good, we planned on staying together, but when she was about to bear the child… She simply died from inner bleedings."

Alva looked at him unhappy, but Eric simply kept his mouth shut and waited until she continued her story.

"Well, she bore the child in my house and when she died she begged me to raise the kid. She seemed to like me too and I guess she thought I would protect him properly because I am na old vampire. After her death I buried her at a nice place, took the child and left the city we lived at. I got papers for the child and moved to a save place."

"And there wasn't a second you thought it would be good to give the kid to humans or better to his human father?" Eric asked. He wasn't happy about that twist of their story.

"No. I loved him the second I saw him. This was the last chance to become a Mommy, I thought back then. And it really did work out. And his father was a drug addict, on top of that a dealer."

"Where did you leave the child?" The last thing he needed was a little kid somewhere in his bar full of vampires. That wasn't save for anyone.

"Left him in my car. I should go get him now by the way. It might not be safe on your parking lot." She explained. "I hope that doesn't change your mind, Eric. You know, I never planned that, you have to believe me."

"I told you, that you can trust me. It won't change a thing between us."

The Viking believed what he said to her. In his human live he had been a father, but that was a long time ago. And becoming a vampire changed everything. Trying to be with Alva only would change his life enough, but living with Alva and a human child would change his life a little bit too much.

At the moment he believed what he had told her, but after meeting Alva's son, his live would never be like it used to be.

One thing didn't change though. It only took a single step of Alva to mess up everything.

End of Part Two

Authors Note: I hope you like the second part and keep on reading! I want to thank everyone, who added my story to their faves, or alerts and especially these who reviewed my fiction :)
Also I wanted to explain that I like it when it goes fast, so please don't mind this sudden turnings.
Thanks for reading and cya again soon,
Natie