Dead and Damned
Chapter Fourteen: Hunting
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I couldn't help but give Eric a kiss on his stubbled cheek and tap Eadric affectionately on his smooth one. When they left together I turned to Godric. I eyed him just as curiously as he was eyeing me. There is so much I long to know about him, and about him and Eric.
"Du är ganska ung för att vara en Skapare, är du inte?" (You are rather young to be a Maker, are you not?) Godric commented after a moment.
"Jag är, ja." (I am, yes.) I replied simply. Godric lifted an eyebrow at me wanting me to elaborate, but I didn't. I am sure the fact that Eadric is my nephew tells the beauty why I turned him well enough.
"Jag märkte kusliga likheten mellan dig och min Eric första gången vi träffades. Jag fann det mycket spännande. Jag nämnde inte vårt möte med honom men jag trodde likhet en tillfällighet." (I noticed the uncanny resemblance between you and my Eric the first time we met. I found it very intriguing. I didn't mention our meeting to him though, I thought the resemblance a coincidence.) He said to me as we ran side by side through the forest.
"Det är förståeligt. Jag är säker på att du trodde att alla vår familj omkom i attacken." (That's understandable. I am sure you thought all our family perished in the attack.) I responded. My lips curled up in an involuntary sneer at the words 'the attack'. The death of whoever was controlling those werewolves was going to be painful.
"Att jag gjorde." (That I did.) Godric nodded slightly. We wove between the trees together, looking for a human.
Godric brushed his fingers against mine and sent me an adorable wink. Then unexpectedly he sped up his pace and I struggled to keep up. I broke off a branch from a little tree without breaking stride and threw it at his back. Godric dodged it with a mischievous laugh and ran even faster. He was out of sight now but I could still feel his presence and that is what I followed. He was so lively and playful, it made him even more attractive. I smirked and pushed myself to run as fast as I was able. It wasn't fast enough though. I knew I would only catch up if the ancient let me.
I could hear the thumping sound of a single heartbeat now. I could hear the wonderful sound of blood flowing through veins. I licked my blunt teeth in anticipation. Godric came into view. I could see him crouching in a tree looking down at the human. I jumped into the tree beside him. I shot him a look of feigned anger and he sent me a sly smirk in return. I inhaled the delicious scent of the human male below.
"Verkar vi kommer att behöva dela den." (Seems we are going to have to share it.) Godric murmured, his lovely grey-blue eyes were aglow with wicked delight. My fangs snapped down at the image his words conjured.
"Jag antar det."(I suppose so.) I told him with mock disappointment. Godric waved a hand gracefully at our meal with a look that told me to go first.
In a blink I was out of the tree and my fangs were in the man's neck. I had a firm hold on him as he screamed and struggled. I slowly sipped at his tasty blood with my eyes closed. My eyes opened when I felt a firm hand on my ass and another on my hip. I could hear the human's bones breaking in-between the two of us. I could see down Godric's muscled back, and the serpent down his spine, as we fed. Heat scorched in my body and I let out a little hum against the human's neck. I shifted my hands from being on the human, to being on Godric. I fisted one hand tightly in his hair. The other hand I slid down his spine and settled on the small of his back. All too soon the man ran dry.
I quickly threw the empty corpse in a random direction. Godric pressed his body firmly against mine, I was four inches taller than his 5'6 frame. My face was in his hair and his head was pressed against my neck, his lips at my collarbone. His hands were in the same lovely position as before. I kept one hand on the small of his back but the other I slid down to the back of his neck. He opened his mouth and scraped his fangs against my skin. I wrapped one leg around the back of his knees in response. Heat jumped between us in our intimate moment. I had to get a conversation going or this situation is going to escalate very quickly.
"Vad gör de tribal markeringar detta?" (What do those tribal markings mean?) I whispered into his hair, my eyes were closed. Godric licked my collarbone. I hissed at him in warning and tightened my leg around him. He let out a deep husky chuckle and then answered my question.
"Den på min vänstra arm är en tribal symbol för vatten. Jag föddes en Gallien och vi dyrkade elementen. Den ner min ryggrad är en havsorm. Jag var av hög ranking i min stam som är anledningen till att jag har ett runt min hals, är det en symbol för skydd. Den på min högra arm är skriven i en gammal runic språk som kallas Elder Futhark." (The one on my left arm is a tribal symbol for water. I was born a Gaul and we worshiped the elements. The one down my spine is a sea serpent. I was of high ranking in my tribe which is why I have the one around my neck, it is a symbol of protection. The one on my right arm is written in an ancient runic language called Elder Futhark.) Godric told me. His lips moved against my skin as he spoke and he kept flexing the fingers that were gripping my hip.
I noticed that he didn't tell me about the angry looking, circular, red one on his shoulder blade. I didn't mention it though because it must be a sore subject for him.
"De är mycket vacker på dig." (They are very beautiful on you.) I whisper to him. I am glad he doesn't wear a tunic and cover them up.
"Tack, min underbara." (Thank you, my lovely) He purred to me.
"Min skönhet." (My beauty) I purred back.
"Berätta någonting om dig." (Tell me something about you) Godric commanded softly. I was tempted to stay silent just to tease him but I did not.
"Sång och dans är något som jag gillar att göra." (Singing and dancing is something that I enjoy doing.) I reply. It was only a small little fact about me but it was the first thing that I thought of.
"Vill du sjunga en sång för mig?" (Would you sing a song for me?) Godric asked against my skin. I did not mind singing a song for him. I thought of various songs and debated on which to pick.
"Drick, ty vinden blåser kallt och. Drink för The Wolf går fritt. Drick till skeppen med seglen som vingar och. Drick till storm kastade hav. Drick till varaktiga nätterna. och de som värma våra sängar.. Drick till mjöd som värmer våra hjärtan. och kylan som rensar huvudet. Drick till allfadern öga. för Odens söner är vi." (Drink, for the wind blows cold and Drink for The Wolf runs free. Drink to the ships with the sails like wings and Drink to the storm-tossed seas. Drink to the lasting nights and those who warm our beds. Drink to the mead that warms our hearts and the cold that clears our head. Drink to the Allfather's Eye for Odin's sons are we.) I sang a song called Lifeblood. It was an upbeat drinking song. "Drick till världsträdet , där han hängde. och Runes of till sanningen av stål och blod som faller som regn. Drick till Valhalla gyllene väggar och till våra fränder, dödad. Drick till Glory – fältet där en man omfamnar döden, och tackar gudarna som vi lever på alla med vår glada sista andetag! Dryck för vinden blåser kallt och Drick för varg går fritt Drick till skeppen med segel som vingar för Odens söner är vi!" (Drink to the World-Tree where he hung and the Runes of Mystery. Drink to the truth of steel and blood that falls like rain. Drink to Valhalla's golden walls and to our kinsmen, slain. Drink to the Glory-field where a man embraces death, and thank the gods that we live at all with our joyous dying breath! Drink for the wind blows cold and Drink for the Wolf runs free Drink to the ships with the sails like wings for Odin's sons are we!)
"Jag fick lyssna till din utsökta sång." (I enjoyed listening to your exquisite singing.) Godric's deliciously accented voice told me silkily. I was pleased that he enjoyed it. I was tempted to sing the song that I had been singing to myself the night we met but chose that one instead. If he enjoyed my singing so much maybe I would sing it for him another time.
We stayed tangled in our embrace until sadly it was time to return. We stayed side by side the entire run this time. Eadric and Eric were waiting by the pond when we appeared. By their expressions and body language it seems that their time together was a good one. Godric and Eric left to bury themselves for the day leaving Eadric and I alone. We worked together to dig the hole for us and now were in the ground together in a tight embrace. A position that we have spent every day together in since his turning.
When we rise you will have to tell me all about what happened with you and your new lover. Eadric sent to me. Oh hush, he isn't my lover. I reply to his teasing. Not yet, but he will be. Eadric snickered. One can hope. I send him back, getting a laugh in return. I will tell you about what happened with me and you tell me about what happened with you and Eric. I pushed the thought to him. Then the sun rose and we were dead for the day.