I roll over lazily enjoying the warm blankets on my skin. The silky sheet caressed my bare thighs as I turned. Pulling another squishy pillow under my head I nestle under the covers burying my head all of them. I stretch my wings and legs trying to wake up. Yawning I uncover my head and look at the alarm clock's glowing red numbers. 4:42 pm. Wow, I must have been getting use to the all nighters. I cuddle the amazing black covers once more before getting up. The suite was light proof so it was still pitch black, but I manage to find a light switch and dim the light just bright enough so I can find my way to the shower. Before I enter I decide to check on Eric. I remember last night how he had carried me to the bed placing me down lightly before kissing my cheek. I examine my clothes, my jeans were gone, but the over large sweater and socks remained. How does he manage to get me out of my pants without my consent or knowledge? I creep into his bedroom silently seeing the large blond Viking laying still as the dead on the king size bed. His chest doesn't rise nor does he stir at all, I note his bare chest, never have I seen such a muscular chest. There was no denying he was stunning; however I felt a kinship with him that was something more than physical attraction and desire. I loved him and cared for him dearly, but it wasn't the same type of love I felt for Godric. I loved him with every fiber of my being and I did not even know him yet. With Eric, I just wanted to protect him and wanted him to protect me. I also wanted him to be proud of me. It was a strange new feeling, but I liked it. Eric turned in his bed exposing his lean stomach. I smile and pull his blanket to his chin stroking his cheek and tucking him a little. The action felt foreign, but right. I feel him lean his face into my palm murmuring quietly, I run my fingers through his soft blond hair before exiting his room keeping the door cracked.
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I step in bathroom overtaken by its beauty. It had a shower with multiple shower heads that seemed a little confusing to operate, a massive tub with various jets, a television (why anyone would need one in a bathroom is beyond me), a stereo which I knew would be utilized soon, and finally a small toilet and sink in the corner. This room didn't even look like a bathroom and it was easily big enough to fit a bed in there. I strip down flexing my wings and examining the healing scratch. It had faded into four thick lines. The puffy pink scar tissue had flattened so it really did look like scratches and not the disgusting gashes that had previously resigned there. The full length mirror shows every detail of my body, I see the defined muscles in my back and legs. My wings stretched to their full span filling the room, their creamy color mixed with a ruddy red. My favorites were the ones that covered the bottom edges. They had a big orangey eye that always reminded me of the sun. Towards the bottom it gradually turned into a sapphire blue. They looked a bit like a backward flames and seemed like overkill for the whole phoenix thing, but I still loved them. I give them a little flap rolling my shoulders back. They seemed almost perfect; the pain ebbed away as I continued to move them.
I turn the shower nozzles on and step into the abrupt spray letting the cool water splash over my stomach and neck. I use some of the delicious smelling shampoo Pam gave me falling under the liquids sweet spell. I massage it into my scalp pretty sure it was turning my hair into silk. They strong smell of rosemary and pepper mint overwhelms all my senses making me deliriously happy. I press another button in the shower hearing music start playing, it sounded like a fun pop song and before I knew what I was doing I was belting along to some guy telling a girl he was forgetting her and various other people. I dance about as I rinse my hair layering it with an equally as good smelling conditioner amazed by how my hair was instantly detangled.
I stay in the water for a little while longer shaving and doing the other boring task before wrapping myself in a fluffy red towel mildly irritated by the red lint that covered my wet skin. I towel dry my hair and pull on a lavender bra covered in delicate lace with matching panties. I start blow drying my hair still singing away dancing slightly. In my dancing frenzy I had been completely oblivious to the fact Eric had opened the door and was leaning on the door frame enjoying the show. It wasn't until a thought popped into my head uninvited
'So sexy, if she wasn't his I'd have her on my bed now.'
"PUPPIES!" I shout quickly jerking my head out of his thoughts grabbing my towel frantically.
"What?" 'The fucked was that about? She have Tourette's or something? I wonder if Godric is still into sharing?'
"Could you please reframe yourself from that?" I say face flushing crimson.
"What are you talking about?"
"It would do you good to think about something else right now!" I hide my face in my hands mortified by his thoughts.
"Like puppies?" He smirks as I push past him throwing my sweatshirt back on.
"Whatever you please, just don't think of me like that!" I shudder, I knew he thought I was pretty and we had been together from my memories, but I had pretty much closed off those thoughts completely due to my current living conditions.
"You know we have been together before and I've seen of naked on multiple occasions." he gives me a wicked grin as I scowl at him pulling the sweater lower
"Not in this life." I growl infuriated by his smirking.
"Well actually..." he starts
"Shut up! We're like semi related in a weird vampire way. I don't want to deal with vampire incest right now."
A sudden thought pops in my head.
"Wait if I am Godric's and you are Godric's child- Ew, I like some weird version of your mom slash sister."
Eric laughs at my disgusted facial expression.
"It's best not to think of vampire relations. Since we are not blood related it is fair game."
"Except I am Godric's. Also, I've had his blood and you've had his blood then technically we are related by blood." my head aches from trying to figure all of it out. Eric comes closer rubbing my shoulders.
"Yes, you are Godric's,not say he ever had much of a problem with sharing." he slides a hand around my waist.
I turn and glare pushing his hand away.
"Joking..." He smiles playfully twisting a lock of my still damp hair.
How is it I could want nothing more than to beat him senseless, yet have the urge to give him a giant hug? I settle for sticking out my tongue at him.
"You are not a very nice vampire all the time..."
"You are not a good insult-er all of the time." He gives me a light shove.
I lift a brow, contemplating my next move. Unfortunately my stomach speaks up growling angrily. Geez, when was the last time I ate? It voices it discontent again causing it to ache slightly. Eric chuckles
"Would you like something to eat?" he goes to the mini refrigerator pulling out a few items I cannot identify yet.
"Go get dressed and I'll make you something." he hunts through a cabinet not facing me.
"Um, are you sure that's a good idea?" somehow a vampire trying to cook or make anything doesn't seem like a good plan. I recall his first attempt, where he put such a great amount of peanut on the sandwich I near choked with my first bite.
"You doubt my cooking skills?" he turns to face me holding a rather large knife.
"A little bit." No use denying it. "What are you making anyway?"
"It's a surprise" he smiles turning his back to me again.
"Yeah, that doesn't ease my tensions any." I say apprehensively trying to figure out was he was making, but his massive shoulders blocked my view.
Eric sighs turning once more with the knife
"Go get dressed or I'll make you go without supper. Or breakfast... Whatever this is" he teases pointing the knife at me.
I hold my hands up in defense retreating back to my room. I look through all my clothing options deciding on the white lace dress and brown button up boots. My hair or mane as it appeared was dry enough so I pull the comb through it. As for makeup mascara and lip gloss seemed satisfactory to me. I enter the main room again smelling something delicious, Eric sat a plate on the small table and watched as I approached the plate with great curiosity. I saw two thick pieces of bread with cheese oozing from the crust; to the side I saw pretzels and slices of a red apple with pretty white flesh. Everything smelt amazing and my stomach gave an involuntary twitch. I pick up a slice of apple nibbling shyly entranced by the sweet flavor that exploded in my mouth. Wow, this is the best apple ever, no wonder Eve ate the forbidden fruit. I would too if I knew it would taste like this. I chew the piece to mush letting the fresh summer taste fill my mouth. The sandwich was next on my list; I greedily take a half noting how Eric cut his sandwich vertically. Before I can take a bite Eric reaches out taking it out of my grasp. I let out a little whimper; he points to a chair
"Sit, then you can have it." He pulls a chair out for me and scoots me closer to the table when I sit.
He joins me sitting across, watching as I take a less than lady like bite of the tantalizing sandwich. The cheese was sharp, but tasty and the bread had a chewy texture. It was so good, but I wasn't ready to give Eric the credit. Instead I wrinkle my nose and make a face of repugnance. His face drops instantly as he gives me a look of desperation.
"But you use to love grilled cheese sandwiches," he all, but whines about to take the plate away seeming horribly disappointed by my expression.
I put my hand on the plate gripping it tightly.
"You take this away and I will be forced to smite you." I say in a serious tone sending him a challenging glare.
He appears confused and lets go of the plate clearly trying to avoid a smiting
"But, I didn't think you liked it? You don't have to eat it." He is slowly catching on putting his hand back on the plate scooting it closer to him despite my death grip.
I stick out my tongue food still on there. Eric quickly releases the plate
"That's really attractive Nix, and here I thought Godric only liked you for your personality. Now I see it's for your stunning looks as well." He laughs shaking his head in disgust.
"It's true, but it makes me wonder," I say teasing
"What?" Eric lifts brow
"What's he see in you?" I simper, patting his shoulder in a mocking way.
He rolls his eyes shaking his head.
"I are not a nice a very nice little firebird all the time." Without any warning he grabs around my waist throwing me on the couch tickling my ribs causing me to laugh and squeal as he continues
"Please, I can't breathe!" I gasp trying to escape covering my ribs.
"You should have thought about that before you insulted my face!" He continues amused by my distress.
I can't suppress the giggles leaving my mouth. My stomach ached, but he wouldn't stop.
"You have a lovely face and your cooking is amazing!" I say as tears started streaming down my cheeks.
He laughs and heads under my arms. My laughs aren't even audible anymore I simple twist and turn under him trying to avoid his hands. I pinch and tickle him back causing him to jump. Wait he was ticklish too? Ha, two can play at this. I reach up tickling his ribs the same way he had done to mine. He clenches his jaw attempting to restrain his own laughs, but after a few more seconds he was laughing as well. It was a battle of endurance now for neither of us stopped our attacks. I finally had to breathe and called out
"Call it a draw for the love of all things holy! I can't breathe!"
"Make me!" he declares getting under my neck.
"How?" I cry kicking under him.
"Admit I am forever cooler than you." He finalizes grinning and pausing on his attack.
"Seriously? What are you twelve?" He inches his hand closer to my stomach now.
"OKAY! You are forever cooler than me and will always be cooler than me." I reply in a sing song manner.
He gets off of me and smoothes his black shirt and hair. I stay on the couch following his moves. My dress was hiked beyond my thighs and my hair was all askew. He offers me a hand which I take and pull him into a tight hug laying my head on his shoulder. He hugs me back taken off guard, but holds me kindly.
"Thank you Eric." I whisper pulling my arms around his neck.
He looks down at me
"What for?" I feel him rub my back and wings.
"For finding me and everything." I say into his shirt.
He pulls me away smiling a little
"Of course little bird."
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I cradle my head in my hands. We had been in Godric's nest for an hour now and all his underlings have been doing is yelling at each other. Eric paced in frustration, his thoughts showing me his obvious annoyance. I take his hand trying to get him to calm down, but he jerks away clearly worried for Godric's safety. The loud Cowboy vamp kept ranting about how they should just obliterate the problem at the core, The Fellowship of the Sun which was apparently a vampire hating church who were determined to show the world the cruelty that vampire could inflict. It seemed understandable, I knew first hand of how emotions could drive vampires to actions they can later regret. Isabel, the very elegant vampire explained to the Cowboy for what seemed to be the fiftieth time that was a moronic idea. I was bonding with her quickly. Eric growled
"You are completely incompetent!"
They look at him shocked by his outburst. Or as shocked as vampires can appear. I was learning a good number of vampires lacked in the personality department.
'What should we do?' Sookie sends a thought to me.
I look at her standing beside Bill. She was in a red dress with an ugly pattern. I couldn't figure out why exactly she was here or what her purpose was. Even though she was quite sweet, I found her a bit of a nuisance. She was near always getting in some type of trouble.
'We?' I send back.
The Cowboy makes a threat towards Eric and I stand quickly sending him a glare.
"What is with the Blood Bags anyway? We don't need your puppets."
I try to find at least one good quality about him. I look at his all black attire. He thought it made him look menacing, but to me it made him look a tad gaudy and almost like a parody of any scary vampire. He had dark black hair that lead into a beard, and dark brooding eyes. His voice was gruff. There had to be something good about him. He continues a rant about the FOTO
"Oh, come off it!" I finally shout making everyone stare.
Cowboy Stan takes a step closer to me
"Listen, I get your pissed about humans and quite frankly I don't give a damn what you do for extracurricular activity, but killing a bunch of overzealous bible lovers seems kind of stupid. Take a chill pill and calm the fucked down!" I state voice rising quickly.
He stalks towards me threateningly only to realize I was easily his height. I scoff looking at him cynically
"Please, you could make Count Orlock seem scary." I say flatly causing him to draw his fangs though I doubt he caught the reference.
Eric puts himself between us protectively shielding me with his arms. Stan leers close to me
"You think your sheriff is actually going save you? He is nothing." He shoves Eric making Eric growl and grips my arm.
Nope, there was absolutely nothing good about him.
I push past Eric grabbing Stan's throat pressing him against the stone wall letting heat travel down my arms into my palms.
"I am older and more powerful than you will ever dream to be. Not to mention I could make you greet the sun in seconds. Do-Not-Mess-With-My-Flock." I whisper deadly tighten my grip hearing him gasp as I burn his skin.
"Eric, control your human." Isabel commands.
I let Stan drop smirking as he touches his neck in fear. Without asking I turn down a hallway walking to a room slamming the door. I inhale deeply trying to ease my anger. I smell a sweet murky wood scent. Moving to the bed I lay down burying my face in the pillow breathing in the wonderful smell.
Godric.
I turn and focus on the smell knowing it must be his room. Lying on his bed I try to put all my energy into finding his thoughts. I knew we had a blood bond, but didn't know how long ago that had been. Instead I recall all about him I knew holding his blankets.
'Godric, I will find you soon. Please wait for me.'
I hear Eric enter the room. He silently kneels beside the bed taking my hand.
"Can you feel him?" He whispers kissing my hand.
I feel my throat burn and my wrists ache; the pains were sudden and sever.
"Yes." I stand and rush out the side door whipping out my wings taking a running start before flying faster than I ever had.
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