AN!
So, I imagine Britlingens are like the Necromongers from the Riddick trilogy, just to clear that up. If you're not familiar with Riddick I suggest you watch the movies just so you can understand some of the stuff that will come later in this story.
Also I'm writing this as I go. Updates might be shoty because I have classes but I will try and do one every week.
EPOV (Sorta)
Eric slid his hand onto his makers shoulder as he stared the large black cat down. He was tense, he did not want his maker to be anywhere near this woman-child, she was dangerous. She should not have had that much control over his maker. Eric was unsettled, he did not like feeling, but this was his maker, and he would follow him to the true death. The large cat moved, Eric's fingers tightened around his maker's shoulder and he prepared to move himself in front of Godric, shielding him from any attack this feline could attempt.
The panther like beast made a huffing noise, almost a scoff, and whipped his tail around his muscular thighs, shaking his large head he gives the tall Viking a questioning look before bounding out of the room, via the gaping hole in the wall. That fucking hole, his maker's house should have been sturdier, more secure. Fucking fellowship, they should have suffered.
"What the hell was thayat?" Sookie said from her place in Bill's arms. Eric's eyes slid over to her, the tiny woman had said that Sookie was fae, or at least a decedent of the fae, which is interesting; it explains the irrational attraction to the southern dunce, something to look into in the future.
Eric stared intently at the couple, Bill's arms wrapped protectively around the blonde-haired woman's torso as he looked at him in disgust, Eric mentally shrugged, he simply did not care what the disrespectful cretin thought.
Eric was pulled from his inner musings when Godric shifted beneath his palm; he looked down at his maker, waiting for him to take the lead in this. He was not going to follow the tiny woman and her pet if it was not necessary. His maker was safe and that was all that mattered at the moment.
"That, Miss Stackhouse, was my sire." Godric replied, Eric was still disbelieving, he had never heard of his maker's sire. He knew better than to address Godric about this matter in front of others, he remained silent. "But how is that possible? Why haven't we heard about her?" Sookie said, she actually looked affronted by that.
Eric scoffed and crossed his arms. "Not all vampires cry on human's shoulders, Sookie. No matter how tantalizing that human may seem." Eric cocked his eyebrow as he finished and smirked when the blonde flushed, she wants him and he didn't even trick her into drinking his blood, which is something he was very happy about now, being bound to a Faerie could cause quite the problem for him in the future.
"Eric." Godric said in a warning tone, "There's no need for rudeness." He turned to Sookie and gave her a pacifying smile, "I apologize for my child, Miss Stackhouse, but I am not in the mood to share on this particular subject." Eric scoffed, his maker, ever the gentleman.
Godric shot him a look before turning to Isabel, "Who is dead?" he inquired, "Stan, Paolo, Catherine, two human companions." Godric looked down and sighed before nodding to Isabel, "Everyone, please!" she shouted into the room, "Hey! Y'all listen up!" Jason shouted and Eric noticed Sookie look down in shame, she had forgotten her brother. Hmm, perhaps Isabel's human was on to something when he said that she was obsessed.
Godric looked around the room, "They may come back. Go to the Hotel Carmilla, they've been alerted, security is in place." and with that, the room began to clear. Godric turned to look at me, "Eric, come." He said before moving towards the door, I looked back at Sookie and Bill who were still coiled around each other, "You smell of sex and your maker, Bill. Why would that be?" I smirked and turned to follow my maker out of the house, "Bill? What the hell?" I heard Sookie shout, "Sookeh, I can explain!" I joined my maker on the front lawn, "Must you stir up unnecessary conflict, Eric?"
"When it comes to Bill Compton? Yes. He resides in my area and acts as if he is above my rulings." I grin at Godric, who sighs and takes to the sky. I chuckle and follow after him.
We land a few feet from the hotel and make our way towards the entrance. "Is she here?" I ask, "She is." He nods and then tilts his head as if he is listening for something. "She is awaiting our arrival." He says as we enter the hotel. "Why have you not mentioned her before, Sire?" I ask, my voice revealing none of my irritation. "Because I thought she was dead, truly dead." My maker states in an almost silent voice before turning to the person behind the counter.
A woman, brunette, completely average. "Name?" Her nasally voice sounded in my head. "Godric." He replies, "No last name?" the stupid girl asks, "No." he replies. "Oh…Alright, one moment please." She looks down at the keyboard and starts typing away. "Ah, here you are! Your room has been taken care of. Here is the key to the main door and the key the attached suite. Please enjoy your stay, Mister Godric. And welcome the Hotel Carmilla." She says.
My maker nods and we start towards the elevator. I press the little round button and the door slides open. I wave my maker ahead of me before entering the contained room. Godric reaches out and presses the 31st button, which is the button at the very top of the rows of buttons. It stands out above the others, as there are only 31 floors.
The doors close and the elevator starts its ascent. "Godric," I start. "Not now, my child. All will be revealed I assure you." He says as he sweeps some of the rubble form his hair. I don't try to hide my irritation this time. I shove my hands into my pockets and stare at the lights as the elevator moves between floors. When the elevator comes to a stop Godric is out of the boxlike room and knocking on one of the only two doors on this floor. I move to stand behind my maker and wait for the door to be answered.
The werecat opens the door and steps aside, nodding towards the center of the room. Again, Godric is inside in a flash, he's more eager than I've seen him in a long while. I move past the kitty and into the room, I look in the direction of where I can feel my maker to see him standing in front of a couch, facing me. His eyes, however, were on what I assume to be the tiny woman.
The werecat closes the door and makes his way over to the couch, he walks around it and places himself in the center before he leans down to grab something off of the floor. His shoulders flex with movement and I can hear a wet friction sound.
My maker crouches then and I move to stand beside him. When I round the couch, I see the tiny woman sitting on a large round silk pillow with her legs folded over one another and as I come to a pause beside my maker I can see her full on.
She is nude, apart from her pale pink panties and a long pair of socks with odd-looking music notes on them, her hair is down and wet, her breasts are shapely but look firm without being stiff and her face is free of any makeup. Her eyes are wide and dark, a jade color that clashes violently with her nearly translucent skin and pale hair and her hands are folded in her lap. The werecat, who is seated behind her on the couch, is dragging a brush through her long hair before laying it over her shoulder, it pools on the carpeted floor beside her right knee that is resting against the pillow.
"Godric, Eric." She says with a nod in our direction before extending her hand to my maker. He takes it eagerly and presses it to his cheek. "I have missed you, my childe." She murmurs as she presses her lips to his forehead. The werecat grips her shoulder and gently movers her back to her upright position and resumed his task.
"Where have you been, mistress?" My maker asks," I felt you leave this world as if you were no more." He continues in a hushed tone. The tiny woman sighs and brings her other hand out to stroke my maker's hair. "I was lost in another word. I could not find a way out for a long time. I am truly sorry that you had to go through the agony of the loss of our bond." She replies in a soothing tone. "But I see it has not been all bad for you, you have a childe of your own now, Godric." Her face darkens, "Which is why I find the emotions coming from you earlier this evening very disturbing." She growls. I place myself in a large chair to my left and lean my chin on my hand, my curiosity is peaked. I didn't feel anything amiss from my maker this evening, and certainly nothing that would cause alarm.
"Explain." She snaps. I tense, not liking her tone in the slightest. If she was not my grandsire I would have thrown her form one of the many windows for her disrespect. I am drawn from my thoughts by my maker's sigh. "I thought." He starts in a weary tone, "That two thousand years was enough." I'm stunned.
"Two thousand years is nothing!" The tiny woman is on her feet and pining Godric to the wall. "Two thousand years passes in the blink of an eye." She seethes, "You have felt the pain on losing your maker, did you really wish to inflict that upon your own childe?" She releases him now, his body slides down the wall, blood drips from his jaw. "You would not exist had I given up so soon, Godric." The tiny woman kneels down inform of my maker. "Tell me why." She strokes his face and he closes his eyes as he leans into her touch.
My maker had planned to leave me.
Anger wells up inside of me as I let this thought sink in. I am out of the chair and pacing in front of the couch. The werecat is just sitting there with, looking at the tiny, ancient woman with an impassive expression of his face. This only serves to add to my anger.
"This is insanity!" I shout, turning towards the two small frames huddled closely together. They both turn to look at me; I look into Godric's eyes and see pain and regret. "Our existence is insanity." He says, "We do not belong here." Godric states. "It's unnatural." The tiny woman turns his head back to look at her. "But we ARE here, Godric," She whispers. "We've always been here."