THE MEMORYLESS GAUL
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_Flashback_
There was a werewolf holding painfully tight to each one of my arms. They were pulling me harshly through the front door of a big fancy house in Mississippi. As soon as we walked through the door two people appeared by the curved staircase. One was a vampire that was physically 50 years old at the youngest. He had dark hair with sideburns. I can't tell his eye color from here but it was either blue or green. When the werewolves bowed and called him 'your majesty' I realized he must be the vampire king of Mississippi. What did he do to get these wolves kissing his ass?
I was surprised to see that the other vampire was Eric. His expression was completely blank but I knew he wasn't happy to see me here. He was wondering why I'm not with Godric and what happened, I know him well enough to know that. I am not looking forward to explaining the situation to him. I've had a shitty enough night without him jumping down my throat.
"You know this girl?" The king asked Eric, waving a hand in my direction. He was wearing a grey suit with a flowery button up shirt underneath.
"She's my Maker's human." Eric replied with his eyes still locked on mine. The king gestured for them to let me go and they shoved me harshly in Eric's direction. He caught me before I could fall on my face.
_Flashback Ended_
We pulled up to Eric's house and I get out of the car. I turn to Godric and look at him expectantly when he doesn't get out with me. He looks at me bashfully and shakes his head no. I sigh but nod in understanding agreement. Even with all the tips and advice I gave him, he doesn't want to risk Pam finding out about his amnesia.
"Finally." Pam said in relief when I walked in the front door. My eyes immediately land on Eric. His back was to me and he was focused on some show I have never seen. I am not sure what language it was in, but it wasn't English. "I will look into this situation cautiously. I'd stay to make sure everyone settles in alright, but I really have to go."
"That's alright, you go. I will be fine here." I nod at her. She gives me a nod in return and was gone in a blur of motion.
When she leaves Eric turns to face me and stands up. Instead of towering over my 5'3 frame at 6'3, he was now only 4 foot tall. I was the one that towered over him now. He looks to be no older than 5. His straight blond hair fell to his shoulders and framed his cherubic face. He was wearing jeans and a long sleeved red shirt. Pam obviously already got him some clothes. His big sky blue eyes were narrowed and his lips in a pout. He was too adorable for words.
"I do not want to be here." He snapped at me with a stomp of his little foot. I was surprised that he had a rather thick accent. It sounded kinda like Swedish but unique. Why doesn't the older Eric have it? Did the accent fade with time?
"I know, and I am sorry that you have to be." I reply sympathetically. Little Eric sneered at me.
"I. WANT. MY. FADER!" He shouts. (Fader is Old Norse for Father.)
"I can't take you to him." I say and he crosses his arms over his little chest. "I would like to show you something outside really quick. A little trick that I can do."
I walk over to the door and open it. I am hoping to distract him and get him to warm up to me. Eric stomps past me and outside dramatically. I lock my jaw to repress the giggle that wanted to escape.
"Watch this." I tell him playfully after I join him outside. He squinted at me with a sour expression. I hold my hands out flat and make them light up. The look on Eric's face melted into one of shock, causing me to smile. Then I shoot the sunlight out of my hands and to a bush, making it explode. A grin spread across Eric's small face and his big eyes lit up with awe and delight.
"Blow something else up." He ordered me.
"Pick something." I say back. Eric bounced on the balls of his feet as he looked around eagerly. What he points to makes the small smile on my face spread into a broad grin. Across the yard sat a fancy red Ferrari. Eric's going to be quite upset indeed when he turns back into an adult and realizes he got me to blow up his beloved sports car. I shot it a few times and when it exploded Eric let out an adorable loud laugh. It was infectious.
"What's your name miss?" Eric asked me. His expression was warm and friendly now. "Pam didn't tell me."
"I'm Flora, it's lovely to meet you Eric." I reply holding my hand out for him to shake. He grabs it a little too tightly and shakes my hand enthusiastically.
"I like you a lot more than I like Pam, Ms. Flora."
"She is rather prickly isn't she?" I say, crinkling my nose teasingly. Eric nods with a snort and drops my hand.
"Who's that?" He asked pointing behind me. I turn and see Godric sitting on the roof of my car with his legs crossed.
"That's my Godric." I reply, my tone soft involuntarily.
"You're like me." Eric said to him, his tone matter of fact. Godric didn't say anything in response.
"Let's go inside and warm you both up some blood." I announce with a single clap of my hands. Eric looked up at me with an angelic expression.
"Can I have yours?" He asked sweetly with a slight tilt of his head, blonde hair falling into his face with the movement. I jump at the snarl that roared out of Godric. In a blink he was off the car and towering over little Eric warningly. His fangs were down and bared fiercely.
"She is mine little boy." Godric sneered. Eric's own fangs snapped down in reply and he hissed. For some reason while everything else about Eric got smaller, his fangs didn't. They were now far too big for his little mouth. It was really cute.
"Stop it, both of you." I ordered firmly. Godric pouted but took a few steps back, his eyes dropping to his feet. Eric hissed at Godric again.
"Eric." I scolded and his eyes went to my face. My tone softened when I spoke next. "You can't have my blood, but I can warm you up some if you want."
Eric sighed dramatically but retracted his fangs. Godric looked at me from under his lashes with his head bowed low.