AN: Thank you guys so much for the reviews and alerts for this story. I already have over 300 hits for just chapter one! I love hearing from my reviewers so once again thank you so much. I am sorry for the delay of this chapter I had some major computer troubles, but everything is fixed now and back to normal. So chapters will be coming much faster. A special thank you to me beta Midnightquiver for taking the time and looking this over for me. :)

I do need to address one thing someone message me about. This will NOT be a Godric/Eric slash story. There will be some references to a sexual relationship between them but nothing more. I am mainly focusing on trying to explore their bond as maker and child through out the story.

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Summary:

Seventeen minutes too submit to Hate.

Seventeen minutes to fall into Desire.

Seventeen minutes to find a war.

Seventeen seconds to fall in love.

"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before."- The Raven

Eric's POV

Two weeks.

That is how long it has been since I've arrived in Dallas to save my maker. I just finished feeding from the fang-banger who was a rare -AB, when I start to think. Before I could get to far, she tried to foolishly seduced me so I push her towards the ground. My thoughts start to over take me and I feel myself go into down time.

They are centered around these last two weeks. Since the night after my punishment-an involuntary shiver goes through my body even thinking about that night- many events have taken place, and none of them within my control. I'm a thousand-year old Viking and having things out of my control, is something I have never favored in my entire existence. The third night after the "rescue" as we like to call it now, things have taken a turn for the worse. Even more, I haven't touched my pet since that very night two weeks ago.

Looking into her innocent eyes every time we are close to each other in the presence of others, and seeing the great desire and longing. Craving for her touch and delicious beautiful body is testing my control, but I have no choice because someone knows about our little game.

Yes, someone has finally found out about us and I do NOT like it one bit-even if it is my maker.

Godric questioned me the night of my punishment; or rather he stated he knew. How? I don't know, but should I be surprised? No. This is my maker, my everything; he will always know me better than any other creature walking this earth. He did create me after all; his blood runs through my body and gives me life, or should I say death. But it still angered me, because I do not like anyone knowing about our little game. She is my pet, my release, my bitch and I do not share her with no one!

When Godric looked into my eyes that night and told me he knew, I know he felt my rage coming to the surface. The slight shaking in my body and darkening of my eyes with the small growl that slipped out of me was all a confirmation of my rage-despite the bond we share. I would never harm my maker, but surprisingly, I was tempted to do so over my pet.

This is why I have kept my distance from her. Yes, I crave to taste that innocent body and delicious curves while pounding into her tight wet pussy but, I must hold back. One thousand years of control can be shattered by this small girl. I was tempted to hurt my maker because of her, something that has never crossed me before. If I have to beg my maker to commend me to never see her again, I will do it without a second thought. I cannot bear the thought of her having any type of control over me.

Pushing the thoughts of my pet aside, I think of this new enemy that is uprising. Godric is keeping something from me about them. Something he is willing to test our bond over-something I never thought he would do. My instincts scream this so called new enemy is not really "new", but a return of something...someone.

Our bond as maker and child is the most important thing in my "life", why he would even test it is beyond me. He keeps shutting down our bond for hours so, I can't feel anything he is doing. Why would he do this and risk me? Why does he not trust me? Have I not proven my loyalty to him? What is so important to keep quiet that he would shut down the one thing he promised me long ago he would never choose to do.

Along with our bond being tested, he has never given anyone details of why he surrendered himself to that fucking, Fellowship Of The Sun. Not to mention they have had a sudden raise in numbers across Texas and the southern states, along with Newlin going missing. I smirk slowly, well not missing exactly, everyone here in the nest knows my maker disposed of him. Godric returned the night of the rescue covered in blood, but assured us Newlin isn't dead. What exactly happened to Newlin, Godric wouldn't say, just that he wouldn't be a problem anymore.

Now it seems the Fellowship of the Sun has a new leader and their numbers are growing rapidly. Godric doesn't want us to make a move yet, saying "we need to learn more". They are humans what is there more to know? The flame the flags of hatred for vampires, they all need to be disposed of in my opinion.

One of the most unexpected events took place when Victor arrived. I can't help, but to think of ways to rip him apart from just the thought of his name.

Flashback to a few nights ago

Standing next to Godric and observing everyone in the room, I feel tensions are running high. Me and my company have been here longer than expected, but Dallas is in need of help and help they will receive. I will always help my maker if it's within my power and those I command.

I see Billy-Boy glaring at me as he is trying to cover his little spitfire from my glaze. He is dressed in his normal southern gentlemen outfit, while Ms. Spitfire is in a red number looking over some paperwork of names and pictures of fellowship members she might recognize from her short visit.

We need all the information we can get about these humans. Glancing back to Billy-Boy, I can't help but to think of his reaction when he finds out our little secret. Smirking back at him, he shifts uncomfortably a little more away from me and towards the spitfire he likes to claim as his.

His child is sitting opposite of him, dressed like she is about to join the fellowship. She is forcing herself to swallow the True Blood in her hand; I catch her eyes for a moment. I almost feel sorry for her to have a maker like Billy-Boy, he still needs training himself so handling a beautiful baby vampire is something he doesn't have any knowledge of whatsoever. It's no wonder he tries to get rid of her every chance he gets. I growl at that thought, because a maker killing or abandoning his/her child is something I don't tolerate.

I come back to focus, as Godric informs myself, Stan, Isabel, and Elena a visitor, will arrive shortly. I notice the small exchange between him and Elena as he finishes addressing us. I could never figure out what their exact relationship was, but whatever it is I know it's becoming icy from the look Godric is giving Elena. I decide to step in before things get any more heated.

"Who is this visitor that is so important Godric? We have more pressing issues then to entertain some guest."

Godric shifts his glare in my direction. "I see you haven't learned anything from the previous night, Eric. Do not question me when it's unnecessary, or must we have another chat?" I can't help but flinch at the mere reference of that night.

Lowering my eyes, "I do not mean to question you master, but with so many things going on right now, maybe having a guest to entertain would be best to leave until later".

"Who said anything about entertaining? Our guest is coming to seek help and it will seem we may have a common enemy. So before you question me again Eric. Think. Hard."

I can see in the corner of my eye Billy-Boy smirking at my exchange with Godric. I send a small glare his way to make it disappear and for him to focus on Ms. Spitfire again.

My eyes shift towards the door when I hear a number of vampires coming our way. Then I caught the scent. The scent of the being I swore if I ever came in contact again I would rip its head off. I watch the door open and look at who walks in with a cocky fucking smile on his face. Victor, King Victor Madden.

Lesson one about royalty in the vampire world, it means shit. You can be a king at one-hundred years old now. Only the young vampires seek out to be a King or Queen, us older, ancient vampires could care less. We are more powerful and could take them out at any time, and it's just a title. That is what Victor is, a coward and waste of blood that carries a title. He is no King and will never become one in my eyes.

I watch him walk across the room and greet my maker. MY MAKER! He is obviously ignoring me after all, the last exchange we had eighty years ago wasn't what you would call pleasant. I look to the corner of my eye to see all the females stare at him. Ms. Spitfire can't help but to stare harder than the rest of the women in the room. I send a small glare in her direction and watch her turn her gaze elsewhere. Of course anyone with a fucking pussy would fall all over him.

Victor stands at 6'3 with a frame similar to my own. Having green eyes and shoulder length brown hair and what Pam once called, a Hollywood smile according to that magazine she reads with Dear Abby in it. He also can't seem to dress in clothes without it having a designer label attached to it. Standing before my maker in a Valentino suit and tie along with some custom made dress shoes, he is impeccable. I have will give him credit at playing the part of dressing up as "King" very well. I will need to thank Pam for making me know, every designer label known in the world of fashion to date.

"Victor, I see you arrived an hour earlier than expected" I hear my maker address the "King".

"Yes, I've been in a town an hour away from here for a few days now, and after I heard what is going on here in Dallas I knew I had to come right away my friend." I snort when I hear that, which earned me a glare from my maker.

"Victor, when did the attacks in your kingdom begin? I never thought "they" could cause any trouble in the state of California".

"It started one week before I heard of your kidnapping. Three of my Sheriffs came to my residence to inform me of the strange attacks involving The Fellowship. Only one of the attacks were successful and it caused six of my underlings to meet the true death."

I watched Godric's eyes widen a little when he responded quickly, "Did you say six of your underlings?" Victor's expression faulted just a little when he confirmed with a nod. He still hates to repeat himself after all these years.

Godric backs away slowly before continuing. "What is this weapon you found on one of the fellowship members you were able to capture?"

Victor reached behind him and one of his guards handed a medium black leather bag to him. He reached in and slowly took it out and presented it to Godric. I couldn't even look at Godric because the smell that was coming off the weapon made me and every vampire in this room release their fangs except for my maker.

Godric touched the "weapon" and whispered a word that made me freeze and I could see Billy-Boy in the corner of my eye shiver a little with fear.

"Fae"

End of Flashback

Since then Victor has been a thorn in my side. Godric knows our history; he was there after all, but tells me there are more important matters at hand. I can feel the rage inside me start to surface again after these thoughts.

Standing up, I begin pacing across my room as the fangbanger I just fed on and fucked is still trying to recover on the floor, where I tossed her too. I rush over to her at vampire speed; pick her up leaving her shredded clothes behind. Opening my door I pushed her out into the hallway to make her way out of our nest. I can't deal with the clean up from "dinner".

Before I could fully close my door, I notice someone rushing down the hallway and caught their scent. My eyes widen in shock and only one thought came to mind, and with it doubt followed.

Godric POV

The past few weeks have been hard. If it was possible for vampires to have headaches I would be having one right now. So much is going on and I feel like nothing can be done about it right now. In one word, I feel powerless.

Dealing with my child has not been easy in this short time. Since coming to my rescue, he has been even more rebellious than ever. Questioning everything I do, not doing what I say. After the night of my punishing him, I thought things would get better, but they have only become worse.

I had to close the bond between us a few times so he wouldn't find out everything yet. Just like myself, he could read me like a book and would figure things out fast. It kills me to do this, but it's necessary. Once Victor arrived, tensions just rose to another level. I despise that vampire after what he did to my child, but we have to work together. This new enemy will not be easy to get rid of alone, so, sadly I must control my temper and not depose the sack of blood. One thing that has kept me entertained over the past few weeks is the little fae, or what my child likes to call, Ms. Spitfire.

She is a handful and seems to have an unnatural dislike for me since I "put her in danger". Our most interesting encounter over these past few weeks happened in my bathroom of all places.

Flashback

Walking into my bedroom after having been with Eric most of the night trying to get information of the new Fellowship members we captured, I am in need of shower. However, I stop when I notice woman clothes scattered about my room along with a thong hanging off my bed.

I begin to growl thinking one of my underlings sent some female to my room, when I caught her scent. I smirk and let out a little laugh, the little fae is in my room. To be exact, my shower.

I walk in and notice her washing slowly in the shower. I can see every curve on her little body along with how the water travels down her neck to touch her breast. I see her beautifully trimmed pussy and lose myself in a small fantasy of being inside of it. When she suddenly turns the water off.

She steps out grabs the towel and turns towards me and screams. I just smile and look at her up and down, then release a small growl.

"If I had known this was what would be waiting in my room, I would have been here much earlier."

I can see that fairy rage start to surface and explode. "Excuse me do you mind I was taking a shower and you have no right to..."

I cut her off right there, "Actually my little fae, I do have the right since this is my bedroom and this is my shower along with everything in this nest. So do remember who you are talking too?"

She looks a little shocked and then composes herself again. "Isabel told me I could use this room to shower and change, since I don't want to be near Bill right now. I didn't know it was yours or I would have never step foot inside it, after what you've done to me."

I growled, "Remind me again little fae, what exactly did I do to you?"

I watch as the fairy rage inside her exploded. "It was your fault that I was in that basement for two days. Y'all dragged me into vampire stuff again when I wasn't even needed because you obviously didn't need any finding. So yes, everything I went through down in that hell hole is YOUR fault." I can see she tired herself out after that little pointless speech. I walk closer to her until she has backed herself into the shower door.

"Little fae, I will tell you this only once. It was YOU who chose to come down in what you call, "hell hole". It was you who agreed to do what my child said. I do regret you almost getting raped but don't you dare ever blame me for something that was only in YOUR control. Do you make it a habit of blaming others for YOUR mistakes? If so you need to grow up little one or you won't survive much longer."

She tears up a little then I see anger once again take over her face. "Is that a threat? If so Bill won't like this at all."

I slam my arm next to her head, release my fangs and lean in close. "It's not a threat little one, it's a fact. You can tell Mr. Compton every detail of what has just taken place and maybe you can mention how you used my shower to clean up instead of your own in your room with him that is working properly. You could have asked him to leave the room and you know it. I'm not here to baby you, or make an enemy with you. I am grateful you came to help me even if it wasn't needed. But I do need your help now, do you think you can do that or must we have another go little one?"

She swallows and nods her head slowly while trying to hold her towel close to her body. I lean in even more until I am only a breath away from her face.

"You have very innocent eyes little fae".

She jumps a little shakes her head and walks under my arm around me and runs out my room, after she gathers her scattered clothes as fast as she could. Funny thing is, she tried to get rid of the smell but forgot her clothes carry the scent as well. I smirk a little more. Oh yes, the little fae is very entertaining.

End of Flashback

I smile thinking about that encounter turning in my chair to face my window staring out into the night. Since then she has tried her best to avoid me but she can't run from me forever. She is staying in my nest after all. My thoughts are interrupted once again by my door being open. The smile on my face drops completely at who is inside my door and a growl erupts from my chest.

Bill POV

Rushing outside as fast as I can with my cell phone in hand, I glance back to make sure no one is watching me as I sense around for any other being in the area close by.

Opening my phone, I dial the first number on my speed-dial. I hear someone pick up and start speaking right away.

"They were able to get the weapon and now they know. What am I supposed to do now? They know of your kind involvement. It won't be long until..."

"Will you shut-up Compton? I know they have the weapon I wanted them to find it."

I stare in shock at my phone. "Why? This isn't dangerous just for you. I am putting myself on the line and they will find out if I don't stay one step ahead."

"Doesn't matter have you secured the two keys?"

"Yes it's only a matter of getting them out of Dallas and back to Bon temps. But with the way things are going, we won't be leaving anytime soon."

I can hear something smashing in the background on the phone. "Fine. I will go and arrive in Bon Temps tomorrow and create something there that will force them to allow you to leave with the two keys. Darkness is coming and the ancient vampires will not be able to stop it this time. Do not fail me Compton. Your queen can't protect you from me, so remember that."

Then I hear nothing, but a click. This better work, I refuse to meet the true death because of these two fucking keys.

Godric POV

I stare at the being in my door with anger. I stood up with my hands on my desk as the creature, which turns out to be a vampire walks closer after shutting my door.

"What are you doing here?" I can't help but glare hard as the vampire smirks in my direction.

"That is no way to talk to your guest. It has been three hundred years-Master." I growl and at vampire speed stand in front of her. I grab her arms and slam her into the wall while snarling. "I will ask you one more time Trinity. What. Are. You. Doing. Here?"

I watch her lean in with a smirk. "Just checking on you Godric, after all you are my maker."