DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except for Magdalena! Unfortunately. Enjoy. Sorry it took so long, just figuring out where my head is at for this story! X
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Eric sat on the edge of his bed, pinning Lena to it facedown with one hand and not much effort. She had stopped struggling for the moment, but she had done that earlier, and then desperately tried to make a break for the roof, unfazed as Eric used his vampire speed to block her path.
He'd stood before her, fangs bared in the most menacing way he'd ever managed, something like the hatred he remembered vaguely from his human days coarsing through his undead veins. He'd never felt such a strong urge to kill anything, changing a death blow in to a violent shake at the last second.
She hadn't even flinched. She'd seemed to be staring straight through him, almost as if she were unaware of his presence before her. But she'd stopped when he'd shaken her, so that couldn't be it.
He'd caught her as she'd crumpled to the floor, feeling as much shock as a vampire could. Talk about a change in tactics. He'd carried her to the bed, and there he sat now, still holding her down, although she hadn't moved in a while.
Eric leaned in closer to hear if she was breathing, worried for a moment. She was, but very softly. He leaned away and returned to his musings, still trying to understand what had provoked his reaction.
Lena shifted slightly, he shifted his weight, and she slapped his arm. Definitely not strong enough to hurt him, but enough to piss him off again. He reacted sharply, flipping her over on to her back and hissing a warning like a cat. He leaned his weight in to her ribs.
She glared at him, and shoved his arm from her chest, catching him by surprise, the only way she would be able to move him. He caught himself and pushed her against the headboard as she sat up, climbing in to a crouch on the bed.
She looked slightly surprised, but even more annoyed as she tried to catch her breath from the blow.
He growled this time, a guttural warning, a last chance to do his bidding. She stilled, taking the warning. He released a fraction of an inch to her personal space. She sprang forward and pushed him off the side of the bed.
Like a cat, he landed on his feet, and his reaction was instantaneous and his fury completely in accordance with a vampire nature. Almost before his feet had touched the floor behind him, he had rebounded back in to the air. He grabbed Lena as she tried to scramble off the bed and pinned her back down, sitting astride her, her arms in his steel grip above her head, and his fangs were within millimeters of her neck.
Lena just looked at him. He moved back slightly, staring in to her wild blue eyes that were full of almost every emotion a human was capable of, except fear and not understanding what he saw.
"Eric! You get off her right now!" an outraged voice exclaimed, breaking their seeming staring contest. They both looked away to see Sookie and Bill standing just inside the door.
Lena took the opportunity to roll out from underneath the Viking and straighten her clothes out. Eric merely sat on the bed.
"Excuse me." Lena briskly walked past Sookie and Bill and out of the hotel room.
Sookie and Bill both turned to stare at Eric, who shrugged.
"Jealousy will get you no where, Eric." Sookie scolded.
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Lena walked until she couldn't feel his presence anymore. No presence would have been more welcome than Godric's at this moment in time, but he'd seen to it that he was no longer there for her. Eric, being his vampiric equivalent to a son, would have been an almost welcome second best, seeing as Godric was part of his essence.
But she couldn't shake the feeling of his despair over his maker's suicide, and the anger that freely flowed towards her, as if she hadn't tried her hardest to stop him.
As if she'd let him go. As if she'd let him leave her vulnerable again after two years in his complete protection, and all the years of sensing his presence.
As if she'd left him willingly. Left the only man, which is how she thought of him, who had never wanted anything from her except her acceptance of him, and occasionally, her company and conversation. The man who'd chased away her demons and permanently kept them at bay. Her only real family.
She shook herself as she felt her eyes fill up with tears, and repeated the mantra she'd said to herself when growing up. Man the fuck up, M.
Eric's presence invaded her personal space and thoughts like a burglar breaking in to someone's house. She didn't need any more of that right now.
She glanced around to make sure there were no spectators, and then Lena did the only thing that she knew would throw him off her trail, something she'd struggled to control, and still only did incredibly rarely.
It had the desired effect immediately.
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Eric's notion of where she was came to a complete shut down, and he jumped from his chair as if he'd been burned. He glanced at Bill to see if he'd felt the same thing. He obviously had.
Eric looked down at the letter in his hand. What Lena, if he ever found her again, would think of as Godric's suicide note.
"Leave." He said politely to Bill and Sookie. Bill pulled Sookie out of the room closing the door behind him, recognizing it as a command and not a request.
Eric moved across the room and sat on the edge of the bed where he'd sat with Lena before, and unfolded the letter.
'Eric, my son, my friend,
I understand that what you feel is inevitable. I knew you would feel this jealousy, and that is why I did not introduce you to Lena earlier. Perhaps that was a mistake, but I cannot change that now.
I need you to look after her. She has been through a lot. At my age it is what I have left behind that I regret, and I regret not seeing the previous generations of my family flourish, and not changing some of their choices for them. It took me a while to track them down, and then I found her.
My Magdalena.
I do not expect you to understand my longing to protect her, but to understand that humans can be as cruel to each other as they are to us, perhaps crueler. You will doubtless have seen your own evidence of this, but I will assure you that what I was unable to protect her from pales what ever comparison you may have. I will not appeal to your compassionate side, I think you are still too young to have one, but I will ask this of you as a last request from myself.
Look after Lena. For me. I leave her with you as a part of me, and I hope that you can over come what you feel as you get to know her.
I have no doubt that she will surprise you. She never failed to surprise me.
Goodbye, my friend. I think of you.
Godric'
Eric stared at the letter in disbelief, and then crumpled it slightly. He tried to get a sense of where Lena was, but found no trace of her anywhere.
He'd look for her at dusk. But for now, he lay down to sleep, unconsciously rolling in to the same spot Lena had been laying in earlier.
