I am sorta depressed guys. You wanna know why? Nobody wrote me a comment. Not one single word. I know that you can do better than that, you have proof! All of the other chapters you all had commented so I am sure that this chapter you will all click the little reivew chapter and make me happy.
Warning: This story has a bit of mild violence and sexual content. Rating might go up later.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the tv show True Blood or from Mrs. Harris' novels, however Clareese and the idea behind her are mine.
Note to Self: NEVER Make a Vampire Girl Mad
In the next few days, the tension had not died down as he had hoped. Eric figured that after a time, the young people of his family would just learn to accept his decision and move on. As of yet, all he got from his daughter was painful, heartbroken hate and from Godric just plain rage. He still figured that in time they would calm down but man was he ever wrong.
Clareese had made up her mind to loath Eric until he took back his words. There was no way that he would be able to buy his way out of this situation like he normally did. No amount of flattery and gifts would lessen the fire in her. She had made her decision and wouldn't change her mind. What a little daddy's girl she had turned into.
Godric had set in his mind about the same thing as Clareese. He let himself hate Eric with such a fiery passion that hell, or so he had been told at least, would seem like a wintery fantasy land. A few times that had been in the same room and had seen his protégé be taken aback. Yes, his great Viking did coward from an angry boy-child no higher than his shoulders. It degusted him how he was still trying, and failing of course, to buy off Clareese's rage. How could he possibly believe that a few new dress, even imported from Paris and in the finest fabric dyed in the most gorgeous gem tones that made Clareese look painfully beautiful, would ever make up for what he had done to them? You could just forbid true love and hope that everyone will just shrug it off and go back to the way they were before. Well news flash, oh killer of hearts, the world doesn't work that way and because of your jealousy towards your maker for earning more love from your daughter than your kingly self, you just lost your favorite people in the world until such a time that you refute your words and maybe, just maybe, earn back their love.
After a few months of tension, the situation seemed to worsen. Clareese started to let out her anger on her victims, becoming more and more careless. Eric realized that he had to do something before the girl got caught or endangered their family. He was constantly watching her which didn't really help his cause because there was nothing more than his daughter, or any teenage girl really, hated more than being watch like an incompetent child. A few times had had pulled her out of sight just in time to save her from being discovered. That was when he decided enough was enough.
"What were you think?" he asked, outraged by her lake of discretion.
"Feeding," she replied, indifferent to his anger.
"Feeding! You can feed in places other than the open street. Do you have a death wish or what?" he asked in almost a hiss.
"Maybe I do! But if anything, it is all your fault. You messed everything up with your stupid orders!" she shrieked.
The next thing she did was not anything a sane vampire would. She stepped out in the view of a few humans, her face covered with warm crimson blood and smiled big enough to show her fangs to them. Even though it was quite dark, she was certain that they saw the extra long teeth in her mouth from the horrified look on their faces. The men went in to dive at her but with a giggle she ran behind them, seeming to disappear momentarily to the mortals in front of her.
"A devil! She's a devil in the guise of an angel!" one of the men cried.
At this Clareese put on the most angelic look ever. "A devil? "she asked innocently." How could you insult me thus? I am hardly a devil. I am just one of death's helpers. So, how do you all want to die?"
Eric had to intervene before his daughter ended up getting herself killed. He stepped out of the shadows and looked around in a hurry. "There you are! Your parents have been looking for you everywhere miss! You really shouldn't disappear like that!" he said to Clareese as he rushed forwards out of the shadows to grab her.
"Sir! Be Careful! There is something evil about that girl," cried the eldest of the group of mortals.
"Evil? No, she is just a bit too imaginative for her own good and has fits of hysteria. I can assure you though, besides those two little…. flaws, she is perfectly normal in any way, shape or form. Perfectly human is she," Eric said with a slight chuckle and charming smile.
The men immediately started to nod along as if what he said made perfect sense and turnedstarted to leave. On thank the lord for the natural gift of persuasion or as the undead like to think of it as 'glamouring' that was innate to all vampires. It did often become truly useful in situations like these.
Eric's grip on the girl's arm tightened to an almost crushing strength causing the girl to wince visibly. After a few steps with pressure at this magnitude and being forced to keep up with Eric's furious pace, a bloody teat ran down the girl's ivory cheek leaving a red trail behind it. This seemed to enrage Eric even more.
"Oh no you don't, you are in trouble missy and crying won't fix that fact this time," Eric hissed stopping and spinning her to look at him.
She looked at him with such defiance and spit out, "So now I am to be punished for your mistakes. Oh good father, now I truly know what kind of a man you are."
"What is that supposed to mean? And don't you talk to me in that tone, "Eric yelled with a fiery anger. He didn't think that his stupid child had any right to comment about his honor, especially since she willingly fucked Godric without a single thought.
"You know exactly what I mean!" she shouted back at him, stomping her foot down on the cobble stone street.
"That's it! You are grounded! Once home, you will go to your room and stay there until I say you can come out!" Eric growled grabbing her brat of a girl and flying them home.
Little did either vampire know that their little argument had been watched by a very frightened young man. This couldn't be good. He held up a silver cross to the night sky and said in a tone of disbelief and horror, "My god! They are the devil himself!"
Oh no Clareese, you really effed up this time, but some of the blame did lay on Eric who had let his jealousy get the best of him. You and your Godric are all fucked, to put it plainly.
COMMON! you know you waaaannnnna press that little green button right down there. Just do it and type a few wrods to me. Nothing fancy. A single word would be nice.
