Eleanor walked into Hotel Carmilla with Dorian by her side as the bellboy carried their luggage into the building. Dorian surveyed the place in case it was all a trap. To be fair, Eleanor had many reasons to not trust Eric Northman. Dorian was one of them.
Dorian was tall and not as muscular as Eric was, but he was beautiful with his calculative gray eyes and charming smile. He had brown wavy hair which was pushed back. Almost like hers, but his was darker much like his personality. For a human, he was very dark and twisted, but they both knew that he wasn't all human of course. He was different just like her. He was an ageless beauty you could say and she was always surprised at how much he knew.
They walked towards the front desk, waiting as a blonde woman and dark haired man checked into the hotel. The blonde woman turned around and stared at Dorian strangely.
They just kept on staring at each other until the dark haired man took notice and called out to the woman, "Sookie? Sookie?"
"What?" Sookie said in a daze, shaking her head.
He looked stiffly between all of them as Dorian's lips curled a little. "Is everything alright?"
Sookie forced a smile onto her face, braking eye contact with the stranger. "Y-Yes, everything's alright."
"Let's go to our room," he said and took Sookie with him.
Eleanor sighed as Dorian chuckled. "Must you always play with them?"
"What?" he said innocently. "She was so easy to scare."
"We've been together too long."
"Now don't be like that, darling. I need to have some kind of entertainment here if I am to survive Satan and his Paula," he explained.
"Pam," she corrected, smiling. "Besides, I don't consider Eric my maker. Godric is because he actually taught me and didn't throw me aside like I was some rag doll."
"He has the tendency to act out, doesn't he?"
"There's nothing like rejection to make you do an inventory of yourself," she replied.
"Ah," he drawled out. "Quoting James Lee Burke. The Neon Rain was always my favorite book that he wrote."
Eleanor rolled her eyes playfully as she told the woman behind the front desk, "Ives. Eleanor Ives."
"Yes, I have you for the penthouse suite-"
"We didn't ask for that," Dorian interrupted with a cautious expression on her face.
"Mr. Northman upgraded it."
"Has he checked in yet?" Eleanor asked curiously.
The woman shook her head. "No, he has not."
"Thank you."
The woman gave them their room keys and they went up into the elevator. Dorian turned to her. "That woman we saw earlier, I could feel her poking through my head."
"What did she hear?"
"Not much. You know how I love my secrets and my privacy. I felt violated."
She rolled her eyes. "Something tells me you liked it."
Dorian smirked. "You know I only like it when you do it. Anyways, she heard my thoughts about Eric. She knows we know him. I have no doubt that she will tell the vampire and they'll investigate."
"No, I think she'll come to us without him."
"Shall we gamble on it? Five hundred to the winner."
"Fine. Deal."
The elevator doors opened and there stood the dark haired vampire from before staring at them. He looked angry. Oh jeez, something tells me Dorian did something to the girl which frightened her.
"Well, we weren't exactly expecting you to come," Dorian commented.
"How do you know Eric?" he interrogated them as he stepped inside of the elevator, stopping it from moving.
"We are very tired and would like to go to our rooms now if you don't mind," Dorian replied politely.
"Not until you tell me about Eric."
Eleanor rubbed her temple, feeling a headache coming. "Tell us who you are. We already know your human's name."
"Sookie," Dorian added. "What a peculiar name, wouldn't you say, Ella?"
"Very." She responded. "Eleanor Ives. I don't like Eric."
"Bill Compton and neither do I." He told them.
Dorian clapped his hands together. "Great! Then you don't have to worry about us."
He pushed the alarm button back in its place, smiling widely. "I'm Dorian. No last name."
Bill's eyebrows shot up in question. "What is your business here?"
"That is none of your business, Mr. Compton," Eleanor snapped icily at him as the doors opened on their floor. "Have a nice night."
They walked out of the elevator and went towards their suite. Once the doors closed behind, Dorian immediately said, "He's very protective of her."
"She's not our concern. Godric is, Dorian."
"They know Eric." Dorian reminded her.
"You know how Eric is. When he wants something, he can be annoyingly persistent to get it," Eleanor said. "He's spoiled…and selfish."
Dorian chuckled and kissed her lips softly. "I wish we could go back to our bubble, don't you?"
"Yes, I do. No one knew where we were and who we were."
"The Authority will come, won't they?" Dorian asked as he stroked her hair.
"They will. They'll be looking for you, Dorian."
Dorian pulled away and nodded. "I know. Thank you, Ella."
"For what?"
"For getting me out of there," he replied softly. "You didn't have to hide me."
"Do you remember who you are yet, Dorian?" Eleanor asked as they sat on the sofa. "Have you had any visions yet?"
He shook his head. "No. It's been quite. I still have nightmares about the vampires who tortured me though."
"I wish I could make those go away, but my powers have no effect on you sadly," Eleanor admitted.
Dorian gave her a small smile. "I know. I know you love me…against your better judgment of course."
"You bring light into my life. You know who my vampire family is, remember? Having feelings for someone was never allowed. They wanted me to emotionless and cold all the time…but everything about me was heightened when I became a vampire. I care too much against my better judgment," she explained.
He laughed and kissed her cheek. "How long has it been since we've seen him?"
"A decade," She answered. "I'm worried about Godric though. I wish I could find a way to know where he is."
"A locator spell," Dorian suggested. "Though it would be hard to find a witch in Texas since all of the vampires have migrated here."
"We have better luck in the mountains than here," she mused as she stood up and walked over to the window, staring out of it "We'll see Stan and Isabel tomorrow though. They've always been nice to us."
"To me, you mean. You are just as protective over me as is that vampire over his thing."
"You're special."
"I'm not special. I have no memories…ten years of nothing should prove that to you."
"You will get them back. I promised you that we will find a way," Eleanor reminded him. "Let's unpack and go to bed. We have a big night tomorrow."
TBC…
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