Eric led Estrid into the main bar, where Nan was waiting with a team of people. Estrid took one look at Nan and immeadiantly knew she did not like this woman. She had cold, flat eyes that seemed to have their own agenda. Eric was still touching her shoulder when he presented her to the woman. As a general rule Estrid did not allow anyone to touch her. Once Russell tried to when she was chained and she spit at him. Her punishment was worse than usual that evening. But when Eric touched her she felt safe. It also allowed her to view his memories easier. She ignored the urge to search his memories and paid more attention to the woman in front of her.

Nan looked at the ghastly wounds on the girls wrists, ankles, and neck with mild interest. Blood had ceased to flow from them but they did not heal, a clear indication she had not fed in a very long time. Nan could see that the girl was obviously cautious around her, but Eric had alluded that she was not of a stable mind. Still, she looked well enough to answer questions. Nan sat in a chair, legs crossed in a delicate fashion, and stared down the petite blonde.

"Mr. Northman says that you were being held captive in Russell Edginton's mansion." She said in a bored voice.

Estrid looked confused, she had never been anywhere other than at Russell's, aside form the time that she lived on her own. She figured if she told her story the woman would understand her confusion at the question. "I never been no where else." She said quietly. Her words were a bit mixed up but it was easy to tell what she meant.

"I was born, he kill my family and then me servant." She frowned in concentration. "He make me vampire then I escape. After he catch me...silver chains. For long, long time." She explained and rested her hands on her lap, the raw red meat of her wrists proof of what she said. "No feeding till weak. Only feel when kill intruders." She said and rested against the chair she sat in. Her long blonde hair was matted and un-washed. "Wolves drink me. Then wolves go." She said. She was determined not to tell about them violating her. That was for her to know, not them. Nan nodded, looking vaguely disturbed.

"Thank you Ms-"

"Estrid Northman." Eric answered for her. He was clearly fuming. Estrid stood shakily. Nan rolled her eyes and looked and turned off the computer monitor infront of her. "Someone get her a donor." She droned as Eric led her out of the room and into his office. He was going to leave before she touched his arm gently, a request for him to stay a moment longer.

"Why questions?" she asked, sitting on a chair infront of his desk. He crossed his arms, just because he cared for her did not mean she would make him soft. He wasn't sure what to do about her speech, he supposed after this he would hire someone to teach her. He also needed to get her new clothes, considering the ones she was wearing looked like they had been fashionable decades ago. Pam would throw a fit.

"I want to be able to kill Russell Edginton with my own hands." He hissed, his dark blue eyes swirling with malice. Estrid nodded then stood up quickly at the soft knock on the door, her fangs protruding from her mouth. Eric held up a hand to calm her an opened the door to reveal a human male dressed in a white robe, obviously a donor. Estrid gave a small smile once Eric explained that she was only to feed, not kill, the human. Good. She was done with killing humans. She skipped merrily over to him, her ridiculously long hair swaying when she walked.

When Estrid got up to the human she placed her hands on both sides of his face. Russell had taught her to glamour early on. He was amused at the fear of the humans and would have her entertain by causing then to be so terrified they would piss on themselves and then try and escape. Then, naturally she would have to chase them down and kill them.

"This no hurt." She said soothingly to the man before her. His slightly clouded eyes nodded at her and she could see the effect she had on him. He moaned when she bit into his skin but the sound was more of pleasure than actual pain. She wasn't used to restraining herself so when Eric reminded her to stop she growled at him. His fangs decended and she let go of the man. Biting her thumb she rubbed her blood on the wound and healed it.

Sunrise was coming soon and she felt un believably tired. However Pam wouldn't let her rest without a 'proper' shower'. She was then dressed in one of Pam's overly frilly pink nighties and for once she didnt feel like a doll when dressed up, she felt free and safe.

Sorry this chapter is a bit short, the next one should be a bit longer. :D