Dorian and Eleanor went back to the hotel in a comfortable silence with each other.

Eleanor sighed heavily as Dorian broke the silence, "So…that didn't turn out as a complete disaster as we thought it would be."

Eleanor rolled her eyes as she dropped onto the bed. "But it did bring back bad memories."

Dorian started to take off his clothes and her eyes couldn't help, but dart to the scars scattered all over his back along with The Authority symbol branded onto his shoulder. His muscles twitched a little.

"I can sense your eyes on me," Dorian informed her.

"Your brand that they gave you…do you know why they did it?" she asked softly.

"To show everyone that I belonged to them," he answered in frustration. "I just wish I knew what they wanted me for. Why did they choose me?"

"Now you know who I felt when Eric turned me," she mused.

"Tell me about your first year as a vampire," Dorian inquired as he sat on the bed next to her.

She shrugged and slid more into the bed. "I was a ripper. Once I got my fangs into some poor soul's neck, then…it would just fall off since I would always bite too hard into the skin. I couldn't exactly control my bloodlust and so I turned off my emotions when I looked into one of victim's eyes, watching as the life left their fearful eyes. I always wondered if it was far better to feared…or to be loved."

"Fear as such a long lasting effect on humans these days. Fear of the unknown," he added and kissed her shoulder.

"Now you must tell me about them. You know I don't like talking about Eric."

"I was always in such an elegant room ever since I could remember. It's funny how they made me feel special and yet make me feel so low. Like I've hit rock bottom."

"How did they made you feel special?"

"Well," he started. "They gave me luxurious things every time. Food, material, my courters, and all that. I had nice clothing. I wasn't treated as special like the things they gave me. I do not know. It was all very confusing to me. Vampires are strange especially when it comes to their emotions, but there is one thing that I know."

"I'm afraid to ask."

"I know that I am extremely valuable to them and I was once important and that's why they took me, erasing my memories completely." Dorian continued.

Eleanor leaned her body more into Dorian's body as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. "I wish we could've stayed in our little bubble back in New York."

"And in Spain, Rome, Paris, Alaska, Hawaii, and I think Tokyo," he added on with a smirk.

"Uh-huh," she laughed.

Dorian frowned as he looked down at his scars. "They're so ugly."

Eleanor cupped his cheek, turning his eyes over to her. "Scars only show where we've been, they do not dictate where we are going."

"My, my," he drawled out. "Look at how poetic you are today."

Dorian kissed her forehead as she chuckled lightly.

Eleanor awoke the next night with a strange feeling of dread bursting inside of her. She quickly stood up and dressed herself as she walked out of the room. She followed the feeling and went down to the bar. She quickly hid behind a corner when she saw Lorena and Eric conversing with each other.

She listened in on the conversation closely.

"I considered booking you in the room adjoining theirs, but I thought that might be a bit... over the top."

"Why I am here, Mr. Northman?" Lorena asked curiously.

"We want the same thing, you and I. Okay, Bill has something that I want, and he's in the way."

"His human?"

"No, she's something more than human."

"What is she?"

"That I do not know, but whatever she is... he loves her."

"What makes you think I want him back? That I'd even take him?"

"Because you didn't come all this way just to see me."

"I haven't seen Bill Compton in over seventy years. Surely you can't think I have any pull over him whatsoever."

"I haven't seen my maker for much longer than that, and yet I am still loyal to him. Fiercely loyal."

"Shame I didn't turn you." Lorena purred which made Eleanor silently gag in disgust. "Then again, you're not really my type."

"Eleanor's here," Eric said suddenly.

"Your second progeny," Lorena added. "Should I be worried if she is going to interfere? She has the tendency get in the way."

"Yes, one of her faults." Eric agreed.

"Now I specifically remember the winter of '75-"

"She won't be a problem," Eric interrupted her.

"I recall her setting my home on fire and killing most of the vampires in there. Though the Authority wouldn't seem to touch it…they didn't want to deal with your progeny," Lorena explained.

Eleanor stiffened and almost laughed as she remembered what happened. She wondered what was Eric planning and why they didn't want her involved.

"There is also the matter with her human," Eric added.

"Human? She took in a human after all these years," she questioned. "Why?"

"I do not know, but he's special. He shares one of the same gifts with Bill's human."

"What's his name?"

"I only know the first name. I've been trying to get more information on him, but there is nothing. He's not in the system," Eric replied.

Eleanor pursed her lips and then she strode out of hiding towards them. They stared at her, almost with narrowed eyes.

"Well, I know I smelled something bitchy and dreadful," Eleanor quipped. "Lorena, how's the Underworld lately?"

"For such a young vampire, you are very bold it seems," she commented. "Quite unattractive if you ask me."

Eleanor gave her a mocking smirk. "You know what I find very unattractive, is when a desperate woman can't seem to take a hint after seventy years."

Her smile dropped as she looked over to Eric when she continued, "It seems like Bill and I have a lot in common than I expected especially when it comes to our ghastly makers."

"Eleanor," Eric warned.

"Listen closely," Eleanor started. "I don't know what it is you both are planning, but keep Dorian and I out of it. We will not be apart of your petty games. I grew tired of them many years ago."

With that, Eleanor turned around and started to head for the elevator, stabbing the button angrily.

Just as the doors slid open, she was pushed to the wall with Eric's hand around her throat.

"How much did you hear?"

"What are you talking, you lunatic?! Let go of me."

"Don't play dumb. It's not attractive on a woman your age," he growled.

Eleanor rolled her eyes. "Go fuck yourself, you dick. You don't get to play that card with me anymore. I hate you. I'm only here for Godric, please do well to remember that."

"Oh, Ella," he mumbled. "You honestly think that that human is gonna be enough for you? It won't be. I know every inch of you and he won't be able to satisfy that need inside of you."

"The sad truth to all of this is that when I was with you, you made me a bad person. Dorian brings out the best in me; he understands exactly what you put me through. You took away not only my life and family and my future, but my choice. I didn't get to choose to be with me. You forced me since you were my maker. That's why I hate you more than anyone in this world, Eric Northman."

"But there was a time when I meant everything to you, wasn't there? When I was your entire world?" Eric reminded her as he leaned in closer to her. "When I was able to fulfill that need inside of you. Admit it. You miss me."

Eleanor shook her head. "I'm happier without you in my life."

"I think you're lying to yourself."

"No."

Eric nodded and warned, "You are though and I am going to prove it."

TBC…

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