Eleanor shook her head as blood slowly came out of her nose. She furiously wiped the blood off with a wet towel as she held the phone to her ear.

"Why are you doing this to me, Dorian? You want me to have a stroke, don't you?!"

Dorian sighed. "I'm helping you out-Bill too. What if something happens to the humans when they're in there? You know how I feel about religion-Christians especially. Besides they are a bunch of weirdos!"

Eleanor rolled her eyes. "I really doubt that they're going to do anything to them."

"The Christians-"

"Okay, get over your weird grudge against the churches, alright?! Not all of them are bad. I mean most of them are, but there is that one that's nice." Eleanor replied, frustration clinging itself onto her.

"Fine. But I'm still staying here and watching over them just in case," he reminded her.

"Be careful, Dorian." She warned sincerely. "I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you."

"I love you, Ella."

"Yeah, me too," she replied softly. "See you later."

"Good-bye."

They hung up and Eleanor wiped her face clean of blood, going back to bed. She reluctantly closed her eyes and went to sleep.

"You don't even know me."

"I have the rest of my life to find out."

Eleanor felt herself suddenly twisting and turning in the silk sheets, her brows furrowed in agitation as her face had the expression of fear.

"Oh my god! What have I done?! I killed them…I killed…I killed her. No, no, no, no, no!"

"It wasn't your fault."

"How can you say that?! You saw what I-I did!"

"Don't fight it, Eleanor. This is who you are."

"No, this is what I am! You made me into a monster! I hate you! I hate you! I HATE YOU!"

With that, Eleanor sat up in her, breathing heavily as she glanced around worriedly. Her hand was reached out in the bed, probably expecting Dorian to be there, but there was no warmth beside her.

She pulled the covers off of her body and quickly got dressed before speeding upstairs. She knocked furiously on the door until it was opened a moment later.

Eleanor barged inside, saying, "Something's wrong."

Eric closed the door behind her, finding her worry suddenly unsettling yet amusing all the same.

"What are you talking about?"

"Sookie and Hugo. The church! Dorian hasn't come back yet and neither have those humans, Eric. You're smarter to read in-between the lines and know that the Fellowship figured out your plans. Dorian must've tried to save them and he was caught somehow."

"Which I thought was impossible since he seems to know everything," Eric reminded her.

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "He reads body language and he's extremely confident to where people actually believe him…remind you of someone."

Eric smirked. "He's nothing like me and you know it."

"So? Am I right about the church?"

"Probably so gloat while you're still ahead." Eric told her.

Eleanor smirked as well as she knitted her brows in confusion. "I'm surprised Bill isn't here, banging down your door since he's human is missing. He's quite attached to her, isn't he?"

Eric shrugged. "Perhaps."

"I always know when you're lying to me, Eric," she reminded him as she poured herself a glass of Bourbon. "Always. Lorena is here to distract Bill while you try to be the hero to Sookie and charm her into your corner. What a clique you can be sometimes, Eric."

"You're wrong. I can be very unpredictable."

"Oh, I never said that you weren't…only that your reasons for doing things were cliques," she replied and took a gulp of her drink, her smirk dropped. "So what is your reason this time? She rejected you? Something you can't have? Has better taste in men? Not as desperate as your other women?"

"Now I seem to remember a time when you belonged to me."

Eleanor laughed loudly. "I was never yours to begin with. I wasn't your woman, Eric."

Eric was suddenly in her face as she innocently stared up at his furious face. "You are a hypocrite, Eleanor…always have been. I was the first man inside of you and I taught you so many things in your first years. Remember the sounds you made when I gave you a little push."

His hand went under her skirt and cupped her sex causing her to gasp a little. "You can't tell me that you don't miss it…the passion is still there deep down."

Eric pushed her panties aside as he rubbed her clit making her moan softly. "God, you're wet."

"Eric," she warned softly. "Stop…please…"

Eric smiled triumphantly down at her as she threw her head back, moaning loudly as her legs opened more for him.

"Oh," he cooed. "Has Dorian not properly fed your need?"

"Stop teasing," she whispered. "Stop, Eric. Please."

"Are you sure?" he teased and he saw the questioning in her eyes as she bit her lip.

She nodded and pushed him away from her as she glared at him, but he could still see the lust swirling in her eyes. She watched as he licked her juice off of his fingers.

"You're disgusting."

"Mmmnn," he hummed in delight. "Just like how I remember it."

She slapped him across the face and told him lowly, "Stay away from me and Dorian, you bastard. Right after we find Godric, I swear to God that same day we are going back to New York or somewhere far away from here-from you especially. I pray that Sookie finds her way away from you and you and I both know that I definitely don't pray."

She turned around and started to walk away as Eric yelled, "Why do you hate me-hate the idea of us so fucking much?!"

Eleanor turned back around and darted up to him. "Because it is your fault that I lost everything! EVERYTHING! My family…I can't do this with you right especially when Dorian is in trouble and I need to save him."

There was a knock on the door which caused their silence. Eric strode up to the door, opening it in rage.

"What?" he barked at Isabel and Stan.

Stan smiled at her. "Did you rile him up again?"

"Oh, you know little ol' me," she mused. "I tend to cause trouble while Eric and Pam cause chaos."

"Yeah, I guessed that already."

"We have a problem," Isabel told them.

"Let me guess," Eleanor drawled out. "Sookie and Hugo are in trouble, kidnapped by the Fellowship, yes?"

They nodded and Eleanor continued, "Dorian had this bad feeling about the church…don't ask, but he hates religion especially the Christians so he went to look out for them. He hasn't returned yet."

"And you let him do this?" Stan questioned in outrage.

"What was I supposed to do, Stan?" Eleanor asked in frustration. "He went out in the daylight without my knowledge. Luckily, I had felt him gone and called him. He told me this suspicions and it's not like I could exactly go outside in the daylight being a vampire and all."

"Can he even be trusted?" Stan inquired.

"Can you?" She threw back at him.

Stan growled and Isabel cut in, "This isn't helping. Eric and I will go to the church and see what's going on. Dorian might be there and he probably didn't hear what happened to them."

"Or he was caught trying to save them and they're doing Gods know what to him," Eleanor responded. "Please hurry, Isabel."

Isabel nodded. "Of course, Ella. It's Dorian and Hugo inside there."

"Thank you," she replied before biting her nails nervously.

TBC…

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