They arrived at Fangtasia with a mixture of dread (and on Eira's behalf) anger, looming over their shoulders. Eira had spent nearly her whole existence steering clear of her brother because of some stupid fear of rejection. And now that she was involved with him once more, it seemed karma was thrusting her into his life more than she'd like, as if to make up for the centuries she spent in hiding. She honestly didn't understand what she had done to deserve everything that was happening to her. In her human life, she was no older than the equivalent of a fourteen year old; she was an innocent who never hurt anyone—and yet after the night that those werewolves had raided her home, Godric did everything in his power for her to maintain her sweet disposition once he had turned her. For each of his children he had a very specific plan, and for Eira it was to keep her pure. He didn't want her to turn into the cold blooded killer that he had become. So Eira killed when she needed to feed and not for sport, she killed only in self defense, and she remained as pure and sweet and innocent as Godric would manage despite their new life. It was very odd in a sense. Eira supposed that the purpose for Godric not to turn her into a killing psychopath like her brother was because he wanted someone soft he could come home to, someone he could let his guard down with, and therefore Eira really couldn't figure out why all of a sudden things were going sour for her when all she had ever been was kind despite being a vampire.

Karma really was a bitch.

Eira held on tightly to Godric's hand as they entered the bar through the back entrance, making their way straight to the office where the golden haired Viking awaited them. With a glare, Eira approached Eric as he stood from behind his desk, giving him a stiff hug in silent greeting. She loved her brother dearly, but right now she didn't want to have anything to do with him.

All was silent, the only noise in the room was the muffled music of the bar and nightclub that seeped into the room through the locked door. Both siblings simply stared at each other, neither moving. Eira was just being stubborn, but Godric could see in the eyes of his progeny that the reason Eric was not speaking was that he did not know where to start their long awaited chat. This was bigger than he had imaged, Godric thought. Eric was always poised and knew what to say, and the fact that this situation was leaving him speechless meant a great deal.

Seeing as neither Northman was going to start the conversation, Godric sighed and then asked, "How have you been, my son?"

Eric merely blinked, and then shrugged his shoulders.

Eira rolled her eyes.

"Pam mentioned over the phone that you have a lead as to where Mr. Compton might be," said Godric as he took a seat in front of Eric's desk. Eira quickly took a seat in the chair at his right.

"He's in Mississippi," Eric started as he began to pace the room, "A vampire by the name of Russell Edgington is believed to have him."

"The vampire king of Mississippi," exclaimed Eira in disbelief, blue eyes going wide, "surely you're joking."

"I am not," said Eric softly as he stopped pacing, looking directly at his sister. His eyes softened as he said quietly, "those dogs that attacked you were under his command."

"What?" said both Eira and Godric, one in disbelief, and the latter, in pure fury.

"The night in which you were taken from me—from us," continued Eric, "those filthy animals were ordered to attack our village. Now I may not know the reason, but my sources have informed me as such; Russell Edgington is the one who murdered our family."

Blood began to rim the corner of Eira's eyes; she was a hair away from breaking down and becoming hysterical. Her hands balled up tightly into fists on her lap; this absolutely couldn't be happening. Emotions filled her faster than she could think: anger, sadness, hurt, rage, fear—everything was crashing over her in waves and she didn't think it possible for her to keep her composure any longer. She shut her eyes tightly, willing the tears that had formed to disappear.

The open wound the abuse she had suffered all those centuries ago had just stared to mend itself, but tonight it would reopen fully.

"Why now," spoke Eira softly in a voice so broken it sounded nothing like her.

"Eira, look at me," commanded Godric softly as he stood from his chair to kneel before her, "Eira, my love, please look at me."

Eira opened her eyes and looked down at her beloved. She allowed him to uncurl her fists, and then he gently began to play with her fingers as he whispered soothing words in Danish to her. She loved when he spoke Danish, the way he pronounced words and the accent it gave him was calming and utterly lovely, and she suspected that instead of speaking in the usual Swedish that they always spoke in, he was speaking in her favorite language just to appease her.

She wasn't one to complain.

Eric watched the exchange between his maker, and sister, in slight awe. He knew Godric had become very passive in his "old age", as he liked to call it, but it never ceased to amaze him in how his maker acted when he was around his sister. From a murderous killer, Godric turned into a lovesick puppy when in the presence of his mate.

It was unsettling.

"I don't want to be involved in this," muttered Eira at last as she looked away from Godric and up to her brother. "I'm sorry, but I just can't. I want revenge, but I just… I don't think I can do this. I don't want to be near that monster."

"I never expected you too," said Eric honestly, "Pam thought otherwise."

"She was only trying to guarantee that no harm would come to you," said Godric as he stood and faced his progeny, "you can't blame her for wanting as many involved in this to ensure your safely. As they say, it's better to work in numbers."

Rolling his eyes at his maker, Eric took a seat behind his desk. He sighed and sat still for a moment, running a tentative hand through his hair as he thought. He couldn't blame Eira for not wanting to get involved. However much she claimed to have come to terms with what had happened to her, Eric knew that it was all just a lie. She could act as tough as she wanted too, and it would fool many who did not know her, but Eric was confident in saying that he knew her just as well as Godric did, and in saying that, he knew that she was terrified of werewolves. That was one of many reasons why he had wanted to handle this whole mess alone, but Pam had thrown a wrench in his plans; he supposed he couldn't really blame her. Pam was many things, but one thing was certain: she was tremendously loyal—and he wouldn't have it any other way.

"I suppose now we know why Mississippi has always been a hotspot for weres," said Godric as he broke the silence. "What can you tell us?"

"Edgington has no idea that it's our family he massacred, and it's better to keep that knowledge from him until the very end."

"Do you plan on making it quick," said Godric simply, giving Eric a knowing look.

Eric smirked maliciously, saying simply, "Possibly, but I doubt it…"

Godric smirked. They were finally going to get closure.


Author's Note: Hey there; I know, it's been almost 3 years since I posted anything. Life just gets in the way sometimes. However, I never stop thinking about my stories. Now, I'm not going to say that I'll be updating stories regularly-I've got a full time job, school, and also a fiance to take care of. But the next time I update won't be 3 years from now.

Also, sorry for how shitty this chapter is. I'm a bit rusty.