Chapter 7
"Eric, I don't want to go to fucking Dallas. And I've been working for two days. Isn't it a little early for a vacation?" I questioned. We had been at each other's throats (not literally) for the past forty minutes. It didn't seem right to give up now.
He let out another deep snarl from behind his desk. The sounds that this man has made during this argument have been nothing but animalistic and intimidating. However, noises weren't going to get me on a plane to Dallas. Let me tell you. "You have already signed away your rights in the contract. You are going to Texas with me. That is final." It was not final.
Moseying over towards his chair, I leaned confidently on his desk. His blue eyes, dark with anger and frustration, traveled interested up my form. Crossing my arms I started, "Let's say I do go," quickly I lifted up my right arm and put up a finger to shush him, "Let's say I do go with you to Dallas. Where would we be staying? Why are we going? Will I be earning the same money I would be making at the bar? And I WILL be getting my own room," I said unequivocally. He stood.
I knew I should be afraid of him. Even with his shortened hair he still reeked of the power and might of his Viking past. Eric towered over me with such poise that I almost doubted myself. Instead of turning my head from his gaze I continued to stare back. It was electric. Not the kind of electricity where he touches your hand and you feel it in your lady bits. It was different. Like there was an audible buzz in the air when we looked at each other during this silence. It made the hair on my arms stand and all of my muscles clench.
He leaned closer to my face. He didn't have to crouch too far, but it was still enough to make me self-conscious. Arms stretching on either side of me on the desk, I felt my skin start to shiver by being trapped between the furniture and his hard chest. "You are making me very frustrated Ms. Cotter," Eric murmured into my ear. His voice felt like water on hot steel. Dangerous yet smooth.
I didn't move away.
"I'm sorry you feel that way Mr. Northman. I just like making sure I'm not being taken advantage of," my voice matched his quiet clandestine tone. With his skin barely touching mine, my stomach flipped as the tip of his smirk touched my cheek. "I will go with you Eric. If, you make me one more promise," I continued to whisper. Hands sweaty under me, I could feel the nerves being released from my body in any way possible.
Eric let out a small sigh, his breath so close to my face I could feel a few stray hairs tickle my ear. Moving away slightly so he could look into my eyes, he nodded towards me allowing me to speak, "Promise me that you won't torture humans on the premises anymore. I know that I'm a human and I don't mean much to you, and I can see that through what you do to the others of my kind. I understand that I'm nothing but some kind of science experiment to you, but I would prefer not to see the evidence during my work shifts." I said with without looking away from him. His brows furrowed and a small frown appeared on his lips. It made me sad seeing this new expression on his face. It was a mixture of confusion and something else, disappointment? Was he upset I didn't want him to torment humans in the place where humans work?
In a shocking move Eric leaned his forehead against mine gently, as if he was trying to get my thoughts from me through osmosis. His forehead cooled my head down slightly, through his smooth skin. My eyes widened and took in how he looked up close. Light eyebrows framed his intimidating brow, making me want to trace them with my fingers. With his eyes closed I could see the fair long eyelashes that flittered lightly on his cheek bones. Eric's eyes flew open, as if he could feel me staring at him. For a few seconds the only sound between us was my breathing. My pointer finger reached up lightly and traced the slight cleft in his chin.
"I promise," Eric whispered as he leaned away from me.
Both of his hands let go of the desk as he stood up straight in front of me. There was no expression to his face, as if our strange intimate moment had never happened. I hesitated moving. Nodding, I started out of the office. "We are going to find a missing vampire. It is vital that we start the search soon. You leave tomorrow night. Be ready," he called after me as I left the room and continued my way to my car.
I took a flight by myself. Eric sent me the ticket and hotel information, I took a cab to the airport and left. His text was cryptic, telling me that he needed to get some things done before meeting me in Dallas. Honestly, I didn't want to know.
After receiving my bags from the plane I went outside to grab a taxi to the hotel. A thin man in a suit held out a sign with my last name on it in front of a long limousine. Eric really knows how to treat a contracted employee forced on a trip, he really does.
He looked nice enough, and took my bags to put in the trunk. As soon as I entered the car, my heart started to beat quickly and ears started to ring. It was as if my body was trying to tell me something was wrong, but I ignored it. Just because a limo was bought by a vampire doesn't mean I'm screwed over.
The car ride lasted longer than I expected. I looked at my phone and scrolled through some Instagram posts while I was waiting to arrive. Feeling the car slow down, I finally looked up. We weren't in a city. We were in a thick wooded area, on a long driveway. "Excuse me, you were supposed to take me to the Hotel Carmilla? I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be in Dallas, not outside of it," I called towards the driver in the front. He looked up at me from the rearview mirror, and then continued to look forward.
What the fuck.
"Hey, I'm not supposed to be here, where the fuck are we? I know you can hear me," my voice was getting louder and harsher in tone. If this was Eric's idea of a joke, it wasn't funny. Finally, the car came to a halt. The driver left his seat, and I was ready to jump out of the limo. Before I could grab the door however, it opened suddenly and a large muscular man with a bright yellow shirt and a shaved head threw a hemp bag over my eyes. Tightening it around my neck, he pushed me down as I struggled to breathe. The world was already black with the bag so there was no difference in sight when I passed out.
I woke up in a cage. Not a cell, but a damp room that looked like a basement, with a chain linked fence around me. Boxes littered the white linoleum floor, and continued to be stacked up the wall that also had crosses littered across them. The air felt stagnant but still cold. If I weren't so alone and surrounded by piles of crap, I would have thought I was in a hospital. The room seemed small but a thin hallway seemed to go on for miles, but that illusion could have been due to my groggy brain.
"Hello?" my throat felt thick and filled with lead. That bag must have really messed up my neck. "Is there anyone there? If Eric Northman put you up to this, you can tell him it's not fucking funny anymore! I get it, I can't always get what I want. I wanted my own room, so you put me in a basement. REALLY FUNNY YOU JACKASS," my shaky and pained voice called out to the rest of the room. Nothing answered me. Neither human nor vampire came forward.
Standing up on unsteady legs, I tried to get a better look at what was around me. Farther to my left was a set of stairs that led up. Which meant it didn't just look like I was stuck in a cage in a basement, I was stuck in a cage in a basement. "Where the fuck am I?" I asked quietly to myself.
At that moment someone entered the room through the staircase. He was the same bald and muscular man who bagged my head earlier, today? Last night? Carrying a bag of chips and a bottle of water in each hand he stopped in front of my cage. "Hey fangbanger, here's your food," said the man in front of me in a deep and grumpy voice.
I rolled my eyes, this is really commitment Eric, I'll give you that. "Where am I, and how long until Eric gets tired of this and comes and gets me?" My voice came out tired and raspy. Letting out an ugly laugh, the man ignored me and opened the cage to throw the food in his hands at me.
"You're in the Fellowship of the Sun, and you're going to tell us what the blood suckers are planning sweetheart," he continued to laugh through speaking. Fellowship of the Sun? That crazy Christian anti-vampire group…
Jumping back from the fence I looked at the man up and down. He was strong, angry and the crazy can be seen in the depths of his blue/green eyes. No thanks. "I have no idea what you're talking about," I fibbed, "I don't know any vampire plans."
"We got you trying to go to the Hotel Carmilla. You're a disgusting vampire pet. And if I were you I would choose to tell us what you know soon. Before he gets hungry," the large man ended his lecture with a scary smile. It was discomforting, like I'd just heard a threat without knowing it.
He went back up the stairs, leaving me with just my off brand potato chips, bottle of water, and worrying thoughts.
The lights never went off. It was a constant stream of fluorescent brightness, giving me no indication of the time, or how long I'd been stuck in the hell hole. Unbeknownst to me, the only meal I would be given was the shitty bag of chips and water that tasted like it'd been sitting in a car for months.
Approaching voices came down the stairs. While there was muffled yelling earlier, this time it was clear that a small group of people were coming down into the basement. I sat on the ground with my head between my knees. My throat felt like sandpaper, and I was so hungry that I felt nauseous. Feet treading on the stairs caught my ear as an easily recognized voice hit my ear, Sookie? Suddenly a vicious scream echoed throughout the room.
Being held by two men at her hands and feet, Sookie was dumped onto the floor across from the small space I'd been kept in. A second individual was also dropped lazily next to her. Staying silent in my crouched position, I listened as Sookie continued to scream Bill's name as she shook violently at the chained fencing. Her voice was screechy and desperate. She wouldn't call him if it wasn't night, which meant I had been in this hell hole for over 24 hours.
Her tactic started to change, "Godric! Godric we're here to help you!" How are you going to help someone from inside of a locked cage? My thought must have ended up out loud because less than a second later, Sookie glared down at me dramatically. "And you!" her voice changed from frantic yelling to quiet disappointment, "Where the hell have you been?"
I looked at her blankly. Holding up my hands as if to present the room around her, I continued to stare at her. I've been right fucking here. The presence of the other body caught my attention as his breathing quickened, and he started hyperventilating. Ignoring him, I sat as Sookie tried to calm him down, reassuring that Bill was coming to save them.
At this point, I doubted it.
Hey guys, I totally didn't mean to post yesterday. I just kind of went through the motions without realizing it.
So I fixed some spacing and stuff. So this is the same chapter from yesterday, sorry.
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