~L.A. 1986~

Eleanor stared blankly at the chancellors sitting in front of her. "Pardon me?"

"It's not that hard to believe, Miss Ives," Nan told her.

"I'm not even a century old," she reminded them. "I am…I am not that qualified for being a chancellor."

"You're ready," Nora insisted. "You're stronger than the average vampire, Eleanor especially at such a young age. It's extremely rare."

Rare…is that what you call me being a monster and losing control over my bloodlust, she thought. I'll always be like the spider waiting for the kill. I'm a ripper, is that special to all of you?

Eleanor sighed heavily. "I disagree. I'm not ready for leadership and all that."

"Oh, come on," Nan complained loudly. "It's the 80's for godsakes! Women are the real ones in power now these days."

Eleanor stood up, saying, "It has nothing to do with that detail. I've always been one to break society's rules on women of course, but…I don't want to be chancellor, Nan. I actually want nothing to do with politics."

They want something from me and are only acting in their self-interests, she thought bitterly. But what exactly?

"Won't you-"

"I said no," Eleanor interrupted firmly. "I'm respectfully declining your offer. Have a nice night."

Eleanor turned around and started to walk away; she went inside of the elevator and pressed the parking lot button. Just as the doors were about to close, a hand shot out, stopping them from closing.

Roman quickly strode inside of the shaft, the doors closing. "You declined The Authority!"

"Yes," she replied boldly. "This is your path. Not mine."

"This is our path," Roman corrected. "You could be so great here, powerful too."

"I don't want this," she protested angrily.

"Is this because of our nights together?"

"It was a phase," Eleanor responded softly. "I don't want to be with you."

Roman stepped away from her and growled, "What is this defiance thing against The Authority?! Is this some type of family trait that you and Miss De Beaufort get from your maker?!"

"What are you talking about?" Eleanor asked, scowling at him.

"Eric Northman!" He shouted. "You wanted me to find him-"

"No, I didn't!"

"You were complaining about how you never know where he is and wished that you knew," Roman replied.

"Whatever I told while we were in bed together was in complete confidence and the fact that I don't really give a shit where he is. I had a moment and then I got over it."

"I had Nan find him. You know that he didn't pay his taxes to his local sheriff or make himself known to him. Oh, and he was openly fucking and biting a human in publc-the list goes on and on, Eleanor. He was in France by the way with this French human-the vineyard's daughter I believe...or was at least."

"What did you do?" she dared herself to ask him.

Roman smirked. "I will say that the Yakonomo Corporation are ruthless people. We made sure that your maker not only knows his place, but that he's bound to stay in one place forever and ever."

Silence stood between them until Roman whispered just as the doors opened to the parking lot, "You got your wish, Ella."

He kissed her cheek then sped out of the elevator, disappearing. What have I done, Eleanor thought.

~PRESENT~

"Eleanor?" Eric questioned, bringing her out from that specific memory.

"What?"

"Where were you just right now?"

She stiffened. "I don't want to talk about it."

Eleanor crossed her arms over her chest. She always wondered if Eric knew about her time in the 80's. She was enough of a social butterfly that she made her way up to the top of the food chain-The Authority. She had a fling with the Guardian, Roman, but it was only for a few months.

Roman wanted more from her. He specifically wanted for her to be at his side, but she did what she always did…she ran away.

This was probably because of her deep and hidden feelings for Eric at the time, but those vanished when she met twenty-year-old Dorian who was kidnapped by The Authority and has no recollection of his former life.

Eric looked annoyed at her brush-off. "And people say that I'm a closed book."

She rolled her eyes. "Look, I want to find Dorian already. They have fucking Godric as well. I'm worried about the man I love and the man who changed my life into something actually worth living, okay? We obviously feel different about the situations, but I have people worth dying for in that fucking church and you bet your pale ass that I am going to tear some heads off until they are safe and sound!"

Eric suddenly wrapped his arms around her, seeing her distressed. Eleanor froze, asking in a rushed voice, "What are you doing?"

He shushed her and just held her in his arms. She slowly let herself lean into his body for comfort and let go of her worries. His hand soothed her when his long fingers trailed over her back up and down. He nuzzled his nose into her hair, inhaling her scent. She looked up into his eyes.

"What happened to us?" Eric questioned softly, sounding vulnerable.

"There was never an 'us', Eric," she corrected him. "You forced me to give up my life-"

"You made your own choices when you killed that human so stop blaming me."

"He had a family," she protested passionately. "I took his life and you encouraged it!"

"Oh," he drawled out sarcastically. "So everything bad that happens to you is now my fault?! Your fuck-ups are your own fucking problems, not mine!"

Eleanor's hand shot up and slapped him across the face. Eric threw her body onto the bed and got on top of her, choking her. She punched him in the face and gave him three long bloody scratches across his chest. He spit the blood in his mouth onto the floor.

"I AM YOUR MAKER!"

"You're a pathetic fool is what you are!" She blurted out in rage. Uh-oh… "You think that just because you're good-looking that you can walk all over everyone. You think that just because you've been inside of me or some shit that you have some kind of right to me! I don't belong to you! I don't love you!"

There it was.

The four words that she'd been forcing herself to say to him for over a century though could never get the words to come out of her mouth. Eleanor stared angrily at him; the feeling of guilt surrounded her. Eleanor kept telling herself that she didn't love him, but he would do these little things to her like holding her and it would make her fall all over again.

"Anymore, I mean," she continued nervously. "Look, I'm sorry-"

Eric crashed his lips onto hers and this time, she didn't punch him away. Eleanor had all of the memories they shared once came flooding through the forbidden gates of her present mind. She whimpered softly against his lips. He was an addiction to her, one she couldn't stop using.

Eric grabbed her legs and lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She felt her back hit his bed sheets. They tore each other's clothes off and kissed passionately until their mouths were red and swollen. Eric thrust quickly inside of her, skipping the oral part of the sex. He looked like a starved man and she shared that same look on her face as her hands trailed up and down his chest in admiration.

She gasped at the familiar length which stretched her walls to accommodate him. She moaned loudly as he kissed her breasts, nipping her hardened nipple. Eric kissed her lips and started to thrust in and out of her slowly. Eleanor wrapped her legs around his hips, her thighs tightening. She felt him groan against her neck, "Mmmnn, yeah."

"Oh, Eric," she moaned and moved her hips with him.

"Say you love my cock inside of you," he growled lowly.

She bit her bottom lip, drawing blood. "I love your cock."

Eric smirked and had her on her feet, bending her over the bed and stuffing his hard cock back inside of her. She gasped in pleasure, her hands tightening around the sheets. "Oh, fuck."

Eric started to pound furiously inside of her, his fingers gripping her hips tightly. If she were human, he would've broken her hipbones by now. The bed shook violently as he fucked her senselessly, the sounds of moans and skin slapping against each other filled the hotel room. Eric grabbed her neck and brought her back up so that he could kiss her mouth.

"It's been so long since I've been inside of you, Eleanor," he whispered in her ear.

"Too long," she confessed, rotating her hips around him.

Eleanor's breasts jumped up and down when she pushed him on the bed again and got on top of him. She teased him as she bounced slowly on top of him, smiling a little. Eric flipped them over quickly, sucking her nipples and then thrusting inside of her. She felt herself begin to tighten as he was about to spill inside of her.

She called out his name as she climaxed with Eric just seconds behind her.

Eleanor felt the tingles of her orgasm go through her body. She looked up into Eric's ocean-blue eyes as he was still inside of her. He kissed her cheek and pulled out of her.

"I'm tired of this cat and mouse game, Eleanor. It's been ninety years," Eric told her in frustration as he put his clothes back on. "You have two options here. You can either leave your special human or you can watch as I tell him that I fucked you without any resistance on your part."

Eleanor stared blankly into the ceiling; a quite tear went down her face. "What do you get out of this?"

"Dorian gone and-"

She laughed loudly and sat up. "You really think that I'm going to be with you again?! Yeah sure, we'll fuck each other, but that's it. I'll find someone else. You and I both know that I can wait patiently."

She leaned against the headboard, smiling widely. "So be my guest, lover. Tell him and see what happens…"

Eric watched her carefully. "What is Dorian?"

"I think the better question would be, 'who' is Dorian," she told him with a serious tone.

Dorian's eyes opened slowly and tried to look around, but found that he was bathed in darkness. He held his arms out, searching for anything to give away his whereabouts. He stood up slowly and searched again. His hand came in contact with rock and the walls were curved as he started to follow the walls. All around he went when he realized one thing.

I'm trapped…and I am where no one can surely find me.

"HELP!" He screamed as loudly as possible. "HELP ME! SOMEONE PLEASE!"

Above ground, people scurried across the lawn. Steve Newlin looked down at the patch of grass and smiled widely.

"Like I said before, Jason, a new dawn is upon us and we are God's soldiers and he gave us one mission."

"What's that?" Jason asked.

"Well, it's to wipe out all those wacky supernaturals of course…starting with these two," Steve told him, patting him on the back.

TBC…

THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS, FOLLOWS, AND FAVORITES! Eric is like an addiction for Eleanor whenever it involves sex between them. She has that need for him and it's mostly because that he is her maker and she hates that she "loves" him. I hoped you liked this chapter.

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