Dorian grunted in pain as he felt like his insides were being swirled around. He gripped his stomach as he stumbled around the hole that seemed to be underground. In truth, he didn't know how long he's been in there, but he could tell that it's been more than a day, judging by the angry growl of his stomach.

He closed his eyes and sought out in his mind for Sookie, the one person who could probably held him.

Sookie…Miss Stackhouse…if you can hear me then I need you to send a message to Eleanor, tell her that they've taken me and that I seem to be in some sort of cement hole in the ground. Help me. Please.

He didn't get a response, but the ground shook a little underneath his feet. The lid suddenly opened, revealing the bright stars in the dark night sky.

"Dorian," the woman greeted in a monotone voice.

"Who are you?" He asked carefully.

"Chain him up with everything you can find," she said.

Men in black uniforms came jumping down and threw him to the ground, gripping his arms behind his back. Dorian glared up at the mysterious woman as she smirked down at him.

"Do it."

"Ah," he cried out when something sharp was stabbed into the back of his neck.

Dorian slowly, but somehow quickly felt all of his body start to shut down. He began to slump against the men holding him up on his knees. He desperately held onto as much of his strength as possible.

As his eyelids began to close, he heard her tell him, "Don't fight it."

. . .

Eric and Eleanor burst into the hotel room, kissing each other passionately as they started to tear their clothes off. Eric kissed down her neck as she slammed the door shut, squeezing her breasts tightly. She let out a soft moan and bit her lip.

When their skins made contact with each other, it only made them quicker to get to the fucking part of sex.

Eric picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, dumping her body onto bed. He crawled over her, kissing every inch of her body.

"We have to stop," she said breathlessly.

"You know we can't," he told her. "Once we've started, you know that it isn't easy for us to stop again."

She closed her eyes as she sighed in pleasure when he started to kiss over all over her bare skin. Just as he kissed her with such passion that it almost frightened her, a knock on the door stopped them. Eric stood up from the bed, pulling on his pair pants that were discarded when they came into the bedroom.

Eleanor took that time to quickly slip on her clothes and get her things. She stopped when she saw that it was Isabel at the door. Isabel seemed shocked and a little disappointed when she looked at Eleanor, already guessing what happened between the two. Eleanor, without another thought, sped out of the room and just kept on running even after she was out of the hotel. She felt the tears in her eyes as she leaned against a tree somewhere in an empty park. The blood tears flowed freely down her face as she held her head in her hands.

Why? Why me?

~1949 Florence, Italy~

A gorgeous brunette haired man with a strong jaw and deep emerald green eyes with olive skin walked into a little jazz club hidden away in the daylight, but came alive in the night.

His name was Samuel Pryce.

He had this air to him whenever he walked into the room. He was just as arrogant as he was confident, a strong warrior in every being.

His eyes searched the crowd for his prey and it seemed as if time had stopped when he spotted a woman. She had long chocolate brown curls, standing out from everyone else in the club. A smirk lifted his lips as he saw her all alone, surveying the scene. Samuel walked up to her, saying, "I wouldn't expect such a captivating woman to be sitting here all by herself…"

"What makes you think that I'm alone?"

"No offense, sweetheart, but you don't look like you belong here."

She raised an elegant eyebrow, entrancing him even more to her. "You're right...I haven't belonged to this world in a long time."

"Neither have I," he replied cryptically. "Though you have to admit that you miss it a little, huh?"

She shrugged casually. "Sometimes. It does have its moments. Perhaps I am feeling a little nostalgic right now."

"Trust me, sweetheart, it'll get worse. It always does."

"Sometimes I wish that I can just turn off my emotions."

"I can teach you," he told her. "If you let me though."

"I smell the dead, you know? So you're like me then, huh?" She inquired curiously. "A demon of the undead?"

He laughed, his laughter rich and genuine. "If that's how you feel, love...then yes, I am."

"It's somehow comforting to know that someone else knows of my true emotions. I want them gone now. I'm tired of feeling these days."

Samuel held his hand out to her once he stood up gracefully. "Samuel Pryce."

"Eleanor Ives."

"Well, then, Ella, let me show you the wonders of having friends as witches," he told her.

Eleanor smiled and looked over her shoulder, gazing intently at a black door with red velvet curtains covering it. He leaned close to her ear, whispering, "Whoever is behind there obviously doesn't care so you shouldn't waste your time on them. You may live forever, but we are only immortals if we're smart."

Eleanor looked at him and nodded. "I've been telling myself that for over forty years now, but yet...he still manages to pull me back."

"I know a witch or coven that may help with that. There are so many other worlds out there for you, Eleanor Ives. We can be the most powerful being in the world, but the only person who can get in our way is ourselves. Leave him. I'm sure he's a big boy and can take care of himself, love."

Eleanor grabbed his hand, telling him, "Let's go then. I don't want to keep the witches waiting."

They walked arm-in-arm out the club, the jazz music soft and yet loud causing couples to dance nonstop to the music. A soft cackle behind them caused Eleanor to jump.

"Don't mind my sisters," Samuel told her, unaffected by the sound of cackling. "They like to scare, but they won't hurt you."

"Your sisters are witches," she whispered in a daze. "How?"

A soft smirk came onto his face as three women brushed past them, dancing as they laughed wildly with mischief.

"Who's the chocolate," a strawberry haired woman asked abruptly, stopping their laughter. Samuel kept on walking forward as if he didn't care for their judgements about Eleanor.

"Her name is Eleanor, Katherine, don't be rude to her," Samuel snapped coldly.

"Katherine," a black haired woman also snapped at her. "Don't start. She's a friend. I can sense it. If Samuel trusts her then so do we."

"Thank you, Thea," he responded. "You're quite, Cordelia."

"The new moon is approaching which means that cycles will change; therefore so will our futures if we are not careful," Cordelia murmured cryptically. "We must move carefully, brother. The witching hour is almost among us and if are to break the maker and progeny bond then we must do it quickly."

"Your sisters...seem lovely," Eleanor said softly.

"They are truly something, but they can help you."

Eleanor had this uneasy feeling wash over her as if she had this happened before to her. Samuel stopped and turned to her, promising, "After this night, your life will change forever, Miss Ives."

"Why me?"

"Because you are like a puzzle with its pieces scattered about and I feel that if we were to put you back together then you would be beyond greatness. I have high hopes for you."

PRESENT

Eleanor walked quietly through the night as she watched the mothers spend time with their children. She almost craved that bond, she was taught to hate the idea of a human life, but she's been suddenly going through a decade of depression where she daydreamed of what life would've been like for her if she never met Eric.

Eleanor felt a whoosh beside her and already knew that it was Eric. "So this is what you want?"

She shrugged. "I've been wanting this for over a decade now. I'm hoping that it will go away soon."

"We've all had that feeling of regret," Eric confessed. "I had it when I was only fifty years old. I suddenly wanted to make my father proud of me and the only way that I could've was to produce sons...yet here I am, childless. I felt like I had somehow failed him and my family until Godric pulled me out of that state by telling me to get revenge for their deaths. To live on no matter what."

"We are only immortal if we're smart," she quoted Samuel.

Eric smirked and then responded, "We become incompetent fools when our emotions get involved, you know?"

"Why are you telling me this?"

Eric didn't answer her and only walked away to leave her alone with her thoughts.

TBC…

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