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-Lus
Late 1800's
The sun had set nearly 4 hours ago when Vivi heard the front door to her Southern home open and soft footsteps beating against the hardwood floor. She was sure that it was her Maker coming back from whatever escapade he had been on for the evening, but that hardly mattered to her, she was still upset with him from the fight they had had earlier in the week.
As per usual, Vivi had been her insufferable self since their arrival in New Orleans and her Maker had grown quite tired of it. Vivi was finding more inventive ways to get under Eric's skin, this time by way of some local New Orleans fisherman that she had picked up in town, no doubt by way of glamouring him. It hadn't been the sneaking around town with this man that had Eric up in arms, it was the plans to run off with him to God only knew where that had the Viking vampire seeing red.
Eric Northman did not hold many things dear to him, but Vivi, his only progeny was his most prized possession and he would be the first to admit that he could be rather possessive over things he felt were his. It had taken everything in him to not rip the human into shreds and take his progeny and lock her in a cell somewhere, although the latter had been quite tempting to him. Over the centuries Vivi had done many things to upset her Maker and for whatever reason, it always felt like a hit below the belt when she did them for he knew that as much as she seemed to detest him, there was not much in life that Vivi would not do for Eric if he required it of her. This at times felt like the ultimate downside side to being the progeny to such a powerful vampire. Her loyalty to him was unwavering and was deep rooted well into her core by now. But it still was not enough to make her own free will falter and her desire to be free and unbound to someone went further to her core than anything else.
The argument had been rather explosive and Vivi had not been shocked to hear her Maker refer to her as ungrateful for the gift of eternal life he had given her, and per her usual argument, she demanded that he release her. It did not matter what the two of them fought about to begin with, it always somehow came back to this very argument. Vivi didn't understand why Eric was so hell bent on keeping her presence so close to his at all times. It was at times both endearing and annoying. "Jonvieve, I know you and I have been on the outs for the last couple of days but I need your help." The Viking said hastily as he entered the room.
Vivi put down the book she had been reading and gave her Maker her full attention taking note that he was completely covered in blood. But there it was again, that unwavering desire to please him. Worry quickly began to set in as she took in his massive form, nearly drenched in blood that she could smell was not just his own and also not just human. The look on her beloved and hated Maker's face was intense but somber. He so rarely had been the first to break the silence during one of their many fights over the years, so him coming to her now in his current state, made it very clear to her that it was for something serious. "What is it Eric?"
He walked hastily towards her and placed an intricately carved trinket in the palm of her hand and kissed it shut. "I know how desperately you want to be free of me and live your life the way you've so longed for." He was searching her eyes. "With in this artifact is the power to rid the Earth of all vampires. I need you to take this and run. It'll be safer in the hands of a vampire who can handle her own and won't run the risk of being looked for." He looked at her intently. "Go into hiding and don't ever be found or heard from again."
Vivi quite literally could not believe what she was hearing come from her Makers mouth. "I don't understand." She said shaking her head and stepping away from Eric. "Why me? You have been dragging me back into your clutches for the last two hundred years and now you're just giving me my freedom to protect some trinket that you claim can kill all vampires?"
He only nodded. "Because I trust you." Was his simple reply. "Godric tasked me with getting information on this and when I contacted him about my findings he instructed me to find a way to get my hands on it."
Vivi understood the weight of the situation that was not what confused her. Godric must have gotten word on this artifact and that it had some sort of crazy hold over the lives of vampires but she didn't understand what it had to do with her. After a while of pacing back and forth in the bedroom she and Eric sometimes shared. "But why me Eric?" She asked. "You suddenly want me leave your side after all this time of practically keeping me under lock and key? After that God awful fight we had the other night?" Her words were more of a question than a statement and Eric wasn't positive but he thought he detected pain in her voice at the actual thought of leaving his side.
"You have wanted to be free of me for two centuries, this is the best way I can think of to grant this for you that makes sense for the both of us." He spoke softly. "Believe me Vivi, this decision was not made lightly. Things have been so tense between us since the fight we had and once I found out what I was up against, I knew this was my only option."
"Are you releasing me then?" Her words came out cautiously.
Eric looked over to her and was just as quickly closing the distance she had walked from him, starring directly into her eyes. "No. I could never do that." He paused. "Not coming after you is going to take every ounce of willpower that I have in me, but it's necessary." With those words, Vivi let out a staggered breath. Of course he wasn't going to release her.
"Then what is the point Eric? What is to stop you from coming after me the minute I walk out that door? And more importantly, If I take this piece of crap with me, what is to stop those crazy witches from duplicating it or spelling it so that it can be tracked? Its magic and all magic leaves an imprint Eric. You know this."
"All of that has been accounted for. And you have my word. I won't come looking for you. Once you leave my side Vivi, you won't be able to come back. It will be a danger to the both of us if you do. And If I call to you for any reason don't come. Promise me." Eric closed his eyes for a moment before he spoke again. "You want freedom Vivi. This is it. Take it."
Vivi could feel her breath lodge itself in her throat. This was her chance to finally get what she had been begging her Maker for since the moment they met in her human life. Freedom.
Present
Vivi often dreamed of the night that her Maker had let her go. It was the single most selfless thing she had ever witnessed him do in her very extended life and one of the few times in the latter half of their time together that she found herself grateful to him. Nearly 120 years later, here in her home in the middle of nowhere New Jersey, standing before her was the man she thought she would never have to see again. Eric Northman, her Maker and former lover. It was a surreal feeling, seeing him after all of this time, with no warning that he was coming to her. So many question had begun to run through her mind but the most troublesome one was how had he found her? The last she could recall was him sending her away after some awful argument the two of them had about her wanting to go her separate ways from him and it seemed like he had finally caved in. Of course, he had not released her from their bond, a small insurance policy she was sure of it, but he had stayed true to his word when he told her that he would not be coming for her. Until now.
That argument had been well over 120 years ago and since then her life had been great. She went wherever she wanted and stayed for as long as she liked, without having to be loyal to her Maker and follow him down whatever rabbit hole he was headed for. In her entire 463 years of living, the last 100 + years had been everything she had ever wanted. Now, standing before her was the one person who knew just how to take that away from her.
"Eric." She said breathlessly as she looked over his towering figure, his icy blue eyes boring deep into her soul. Her mind was racing as she could literally feel the effects of their bond taking a hold of her as if she were being drawn to him the way humans were to every vampire. The overwhelming feeling to serve and please her Maker was slowly beginning to grow stronger, like a light buzz surging through her veins. He smirked at her as he took a step closer further into the narrow townhouse she lived in. "Vivi." He said rather intrigued by her inability to hide her shock.
"What are you doing here?" She questioned, a tiny trace of her French accent attached to her last word. He took a few steps around the living room, taking a mental note of the age of the home. It was a Victorian style home, and quite large in his opinion, he wondered how she had acquired such a place or if she had just glamoured her way into it.
"This is a beautiful home you have here Jonvieve." He spoke casually as he began to pick up a vase that was sitting on the fireplace mantel and look inside of it. "I'll be honest. I was surprised to find you here, in literally the middle of nowhere and in New Jersey of all places." He was taunting her, Vivi knew the tone in his voice all too well. It usually came out when he wanted something from her or when something aggravated him.
Vivi took in a deep breath before speaking. "Eric. What are you doing here?" She asked again, this time more firmly.
His back was turned to her, he was eyeing a portrait hanging on the wall, his hands cuffed together behind his back. "It's time to come home Jonvieve." He spoke softly, his back still facing her.
She scoffed. "Home." A small laugh escaped her throat. "I have no home with you Eric Northman, and even if I did, I wouldn't go." She said as she stalked off towards the expansive kitchen.
"Now is that anyway to talk to your Maker?" Eric asked, using his vampire speed to catch up to her. He was now standing behind her, his body so close to hers that it sent a chill up her spine.
"Eric Northman, I am offended." Vivi said, whirling around to face him. "You think that after 120 years of being separated from you, that I would forget all the awfulness that was your entire being for much of the better part of 200 years and coming running back to you the moment you ask me to." She said, side stepping him and maneuvering her way to the other side of the kitchen. Something seemed slightly off to him about the way she was eyeing him. He remembered the last fight they had rather vividly, but he also remembered her sendoff to be on much better terms than the emotions she was currently displaying in front of him now. What was he missing?
"Fine." He said waving his hands up in defeat. "I did not want it to seem like I was returning to you because I needed something, but that seems to be the way you prefer it." He said as he leaned against the massive kitchen island. "I need that trinket that I sent you away with Vivi."
The way her brows furrowed was not lost on him. "Trinket?" She asked, rather confused. "What the hell are you talking about?"
And Ill stop right there!
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For clarification: Vivi's desire to be free from Eric is equally as strong as her desire to please him due to their bond. So that is why there is so much push and pull when her emotions are being described.
