Chapter 2
Two and a half years had passed since Shiloh's disappearance and life seemed to be going on like it was before the arrival of the princess. Godric was busy with his sheriffly duties, Christopher was working in Shreveport at Fangtasia for Eric. Once Shiloh went missing, everyone went into a mad panic, and by everyone, Godric and Christopher.
~Flashback~
"She's busy" the accented voice purred evilly before the phone line went dead. Godric snapped the phone in half growling. That's when Christopher came in the room having heard the news of his makers vanishing, with Eric on his tail. "Well?" snapped Christopher, Grodric whirled around and went for Christopher's throat before Eric interjected "Have you gotten ahold of her Godric?" he asked barely holding onto his makers arm which was clutching towards Christopher. The vampire composed himself, coming back to his senses.
"I finally got through, but whoever it was, was not Shiloh" he looked at the floor, feeling his anger begin to rise again. "I-I'll try calling her this time" Christopher tried to keep himself calm, he left the room. The youngling turned his phone on to look at his background which was of he and his maker. Grip tightening on the phone, he jumped when he heard a voice a little too close to his ear "I'm sure she's fine". Chris turned to be five inches away from Eric Northmans face. If he was a live, he was sure his face would be cherry red. "P-PARDON?" he twitched a little. Christopher was comfortable around most supernatural beings, but Eric Northman always made him feel uneasy, and a bit excited. His shook his head of the many thoughts in his mind about Mr. Northman.
"How the hell would you know that? Godric-" he was cut off when two fingers touched his lips gently "Godric and I are both younger than she is, She. Will. Be. Fine." Christopher wasn't dumb, he knew what Eric was doing, trying to get him distracted from the situation so he could 'Or you could come with me-I'll show you what it's like to be a real vampire' Eric's words from earlier ran through his head again, as tempting as it might be, he couldn't abandon Shiloh so easily.
"Look" Eric stood in front of him now, "Godric and I have gone millenniums without seeing each other, maybe she is doing this as revenge for what was done to her by her make-" suddenly Eric felt his nose connect to Christopher's fist, feeling blood run down his face. "Shiloh isn't a selfish monster, I hear about what you did to her and her caretaker Otis, you are not going to separate us so easily" the youngling growled up at the elder. "Relax" he said flatly "You need to do something while you wait for her, why not come work for me at Fangtasia? The female crowd would love a male dancer for a change". Chris huffed in frustration realizing Eric had now heard a word he said and stormed off. Eric smirked knowing his offer would be accepted eventually.
~End Flashback~
Back to the present Christopher indeed eventually accepted Eric Northmans offer after his search for his maker seemed to be in vain. Godric with great hesitance gave up as well, he was a sheriff after all and he needed to deal with certain matters at hand. "Eric" Godric said on the phone, "Russel Edgington has invited us to take a trip to Chicago" …."Why would he do that?" Eric replied in an irritated tone, Godric had called right before his private session with one of the Fangtasia dancers. "Apparently Illinois is the only state left where it is legal to feed off of humans, there's even clubs just for that purpose. I also suppose theres some business involved….he wants you to come, he also said to bring whoever you would like". "Are you kidding?" Eric snapped, why would he even need to go anyway? Well, if Godric was asking then there must be some kind of importance in all of it. "Alright I'll come-" "That wasn't a request" Erics brow twitched a little bit, they may have long history but Godric still got under his skin. "I'll send you the information" said Godric. The office door knocked, "Okay just email it, I have to go" Eric hung up and adjusted himself in his chair. "Come in" he said smoothly. In walked Christopher, "I think you asked for the wrong dancer SIR" he turned to leave when he felt something keeping door from the opening, it was Erics hand. The older vampire leaned his head to Christopher's ear purring "Oh no baby, I've got just what I want".
Godric sighed after his progeny hung up the phone thinking back to his conversation with Russel, he had to be cautious around that one. He was crafty from what he heard from other kings and queens in the surrounding states. His mind started to drift to what would happen in Chicago, little did he know it would be some heavy shit.