Fear and hate.

Those were the two emotions that she felt the minute she stepped onto the church grounds. It was overwhelming for her entirely. She couldn't feel Eric anymore.

Eleanor couldn't feel it anymore, the bond she had longed to get rid of was gone when she met Samuel and his witchy sisters. They helped her break the bond between her and Eric, but now more than ever she wished she felt that bond. She wanted to know what he was feeling as they came and found Godric. They violently pushed the humans out of their way as they made their way down into the basement.

Eric dropped to his knees in front of Godric as Eleanor went to help Sookie off of the ground. She frowned as se saw the ripped dress and dead man beside her.

"Did he," Eleanor asked Sookie, trailing off as she thought about what could've happened if Godric was late.

Sookie shook her head. "No. Asshole didn't even get a chance to before Godric saved me."

"You should not have come." Godric announced.

Eleanor rolled her eyes. "Oh please you were hours away from being a fried to the bone vampire. That's asking a lot of us not to come and save you."

"You must not risk your lives-"

"We will risk them," Eric growled before the alarms started to ring loudly as blue lights flashed everywhere.

Eleanor scoffed as she looked around. "Seriously with the lights. I mean where are we Area 51 or some shit!"

Sookie chuckled. "I know right. You should see the board games they have around here."

"Have either of you seen Dorian?"

Sookie shook her head as Godric replied, "I'm afraid he is-"

"Gone," Sookie finished. "We think someone took him. Steve Newlin seemed pretty mad at something. Oh and he sent me a mental message saying that he'd been taken to a well or something."

Eric let out a heavy sigh. "Forget the human. We need to leave. Now."

Eleanor glared at him furiously. "Unlike you, I actually have a soul and I'm not leaving him! I love him!"

Eric laughed sarcastically. "That's not what you said last-"

Everyone stared as she slapped him across the face causing his cheek to bleed from having been scratched from her nails. The wound healed quickly as Eric give her a stoic look.

"I love him," Eleanor said finally, Sokkie sensed that it would be the end of the discussion about that subject for quite a while.

"Take the human, Eric," Godric commanded. "Get out of here as spill no blood on your way out."

"What about you?" Eric asked.

"I can take care of myself," Godric reminded him with a hint of a smile that only Eric and Eleanor caught. "Eleanor and I will be close. I need her special skills."

Eric nodded though hesitantly before he took Sookie and sped away from the basement.

"Okay, Godric, what exactly am I here for? Gonna scold me now?"

"Samuel Pryce," Godric replied. "He's still alive, Eleanor."

She froze. That's impossible since I drove a stake through his heart and burned his sisters alive… "Godric, I killed him and his sisters. I buried their bones underneath the tree of Omara so that they can't come back."

"I think he and Dorian are connected somehow."

Eleanor groaned in frustration. "Oh my god, not you too! I can handle Eric because he's crazy jealous to the point of actual murder. I don't understand why you're doing this."

"Someone released him from wherever he was being held," Godric responded urgently. "I overheard Steve and his men talking about it. A red haired woman with pale skin came in."

"That could be anyone," she scoffed as she turned to walk away.

"They said that her hair was like strawberries and that one of them said she cackled about wondering 'where chocolate was'"

"It's not Katherine."

Eleanor never liked Katherine because she was completely mad and loved to torture her own victims even involving rape at one point. She lived to see the weak became destroyed and give everything to her. Eleanor knew that she was the hardest to kill simply because her being insane made her unpredictable. The crazy ones are always the hardest to kill if you asked me…

"What if it is?" Godric asked the obvious question.

"If it is her then I guess she really is immortal as she claimed to be long ago," Eleanor said to him. " I just thought that they were naturally crazy-everyone in that family."

Godric huffed. " I remember when you did the spell to unbind you from Eric...he was so angry. I've never seen him like that before. Why did you do it?"

Eleanor let out a deep sigh then looked away. "I did it because I finally realized that I had no freedom with Eric. Yes, he may not have used chains on me or tied me up, but in a way, I was still his prisoner. I didn't feel like myself. I felt as if I lost myself in Eric and that is what scares me Godric. I don't want to lose myself. I know that when you become a vampire, there are rarely any good ones out there. I've met all the bad ones...they are horrible and disgusting and I never want to become that. With Eric, I know I will because I did it before."

Godric nodded. "I understand. He doesn't understand why I've changed. He doesn't understand you either, he misses the woman who loved him-"

"Whatever Eric and I had was not love," she snapped at him. "It might have been, but I'm different now. I need to save Dorian. He is my reason for everything, Godric. He makes me feel good about myself."

Eleanor sped out of the church, searching for Dorian. She stopped as she was frozen in her spot as she whispered when she saw a tall man with brown hair and green eyes, "Jonathan?"

Jonathan Van Der Woodsen was his full name, he was going to be her husband until Eric turned her. Eleanor stepped closer to him as he tilt his head to the side a little then threw a stake into her leg. Eleanor screamed out in pain as she fell to her knees, ripping out the stake from her her thigh. She watched the wound heal and then she looked up to find that Jonathan was now gone. Confused and hurt, she glanced around for him, even calling his name frantically. She wanted to know why or actually how the hell he was here.

Eleanor remembered Eric telling her that he had moved on from her, she even watched the wedding reception. It was a family friend apparently. Eric had asked her if she wanted to kill them all, but she didn't want to. She had left him at the altar...literally.

Eleanor came out of her thoughts as she started to hear something far away from her. Her eyes widened when she heard Dorian's voice. She sped through the woods until she came across Dorian who was badly beaten. She kneeled down beside him before she ripped her wrist open with her fangs. Dorian greedily drank from her wrist, Eleanor ran her fingers through his dirty hair.

"It's okay," she whispered in his ear. "I've got you."

Eric was going to kill someone as Godric told him about how Eleanor left them to go save her stupid human. He wanted to strangle that boy, but knew that Eleanor was at her best when her anger was involved. It was a dangerous move.

Godric tried to calm Eric down as he unintentionally started to punch Hugo in the face when he bumped his shoulder into Eric's arm. Eric suddenly felt his back hit the wall, hearing it crack from the force. He saw Eleanor standing a few feet from him, her hand on his chest.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"He betrayed us and Godric wants to let him live."

"Bullshit. You would've obeyed Godric's command because he wanted it so and you love him more than anything."

Eric smirked sarcastically. "I thought that I could've love."

"You're right. You can't," she agreed. "But that doesn't mean that you aren't loyal or some shit."

Eric pushed her away as he told her, "I thought that you loved Godric, but it appears that you don't since you left him to die-"

"Oh please," she scoffed. "It's Godric that we're talking about. He would've been able to take care of himself and besides, Dorian needed my help more than you guys do since he was on the verge of dying."

"Oh what a pity," Eric muttered as he rolled his eyes.

Eleanor shoved him away. "Look, I don't want to fight you, Eric. Dorian and I are leaving since Godric is safe."

She turned to walk away, but Eric's hand on her wrist caught her easily. "No. I told you that I won't let you leave me again."

She scoffed. "I left you once and I will always leave you. I never loved you-"

"Yes, you did," Eric said confidently. "In Russia of 1912. There was a moment when I looked into your eyes and I knew it. You knew it too. You felt it."

"1912? Oh, you mean four years after leaving me with Godric?! To be fair, you left me first."

"You were difficult," Eric countered. "It is a great responsibility being a maker. Pam was perfect and you were too until 1908."

"Yeah because the three of us massacred so many people. My conscience caught up to me."

Eric sighed. "Oh, I remember the days when you would tear apart any women that I took to my bed."

Eleanor looked away from him, a shameful expression on her face as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Look, I...I don't like killing. Not anymore, I value life. Why can't you understand that? If that makes me weak so be it. You need to know that we could never be what we were...what you and I did was a mistake, yes it felt really good, but we have to stop. I was using you and you were using me because you want something you can't have."

"Why? Why does this have to end?"

"Because I grew up," she groaned in frustration. "I remember who I am Eric. I know that this person isn't me. The killer is not who I am nor who I want to be. Dorian makes me feel better about myself and you tarnish that. Eric, you're beneath me."

With that, Eleanor turned and walked away from him as everyone watched the former couple. Eleanor forced herself not to look back, thinking of Dorian the entire time. He needs me and I need him, she thought. I have to tell him about Eric and I. We need to be honest.

Eric's hands curled into fists as he made a move to go after her, but Godric said, "Do not go after her, Eric."

"Ever since Germany, she's grown further away from all of us," Eric pondered aloud. "That thing did that to her. Before we came to Germany, she was so beautiful in every way. I remember the way she used to tear apart the humans."

Godric looked at her retreating form before answering, "I remember. I remember everything. It was a pity that the creature forced this fate on her."

~Germany, 1945~

Eleanor strode inside of the house filled with people who she knew were apart of the Nazi party. She saw that everyone here was apart of the SS, it bothered her, but Eleanor learned that they didn't appreciate women of any sorts speaking at all. Eleanor thought they were just a bunch of whiny assholes whom she could easily tear them all apart in less than ten seconds flat. She held her head up high as the party went on, drowning themselves in alcohol and women and stories of war.

Eleanor glanced around, she didn't understand how she ended up here. One minute, she was prowling through the woods for her prey then she just stopped. She looked at everyone, seeing the world in a different light.

Eleanor went upstairs towards the master bedroom where she saw Pam, Godric, and Eric all feeding on humans. She did not bat an eye as she went to the bar and poured herself a glass of vodka. She frowned and let out a heavy sigh as the bottle was empty.

"Please, tell me that you didn't drink the last bottle of Vodka," Eleanor asked. Eric grinned as he fed on a waiter as Pam laughed in the neck of her victim which prompted her to rolled her eyes at them. "Greedy bastards."

Eric pulled away from the waiter and asked, "Have some, min kärlek."

Eleanor shook her head. "I'm not your love and I don't want any. I'm not hungry."

"Come, they won't feel anything," Eric told her. "They're almost drained. Besides, we glamoured them."

Eleanor looked sad as she looked at the blank and death-like faces of the people. "They are suffering. I can feel it."

"Feel it?" Godric echoed in curiosity.

Eleanor shook her head and chuckled mirthlessly. "I can't do this."

Eric shrugged with a bored look on his face. "Fine then go to ground-"

"No, I don't mean right now. I mean I can't do this forever with all of you. I'm leaving," she said firmly.

Eric dumped the body onto the ground before walking over to her, towering her in height. It didn't unnerve like it usually would. Eleanor became suddenly passionate about this which was why she could now stand up to Eric. She had something worth fighting for. It was her freedom. "No, you're not."

She nodded. "Yes...yes, I am. I think it's time for me to leave now, Eric. It's going to be forty years now since I was turned and that we've been together."

"Which is nothing compared to the lifetimes that I have lived," Eric reminded her. "I forbid you to leave."

Eleanor scoffed. "You may have made me, but you do not get to decide my comings and goings. You have nothing to offer me anymore, Eric Northman. I am not like the rest of you. I don't think taking human life is fun! I can feel everything that they are feeling! You know this and yet you forced me to encourage it! It was fault for being blind to your charm, I'll admit that. I am better than this."

Eric grabbed her face and looked into her eyes. "What happened? Just two hours ago, you would have ravaged everyone here yet...you feel for them. Why?"

Eleanor replied, "I'm sorry, Eric. Something happened in the woods."

Eleanor let out a sigh as she then started to remember everything that happened in the woods an hour ago. It gave her a migraine as she witnessed all of her victims and their pain.

"What happened?" He growled angrily as Pam and Godric stopped what they were doing to listen in on the conversation.

"Eric," Pam warned. "She's different."

Eric nodded. "Pam's right. Eleanor, tell me. Please."

"A witch came as I was feeding on a somebody. A boy I think who was stupid enough to fall under my trap. She chanted some words then I felt everything," Eleanor explained. "It hurts so much to feel their pain. It hurts so much, Eric and I'm so ashamed of everything that I've done. That's not me. Why would I do those things?!"

"Oh my fucking God," Pam whispered in pure shock and horror. "Eric, she has a…that fucking witch cursed her!"

"She has a soul," Godric realized. "When vampires are born again, they have some human emotions, but we can turn them off unlike humans who are forced to feel them forever. Essentially, it is very rare for a vampire to be born again with a soul."

"It never happened," Eric commanded them. "Eleanor, as your maker, I command you to never leave me."

"What?! No!"

Eric put her over his shoulder as she kept on kicking at him. Suddenly, she aimed her knee straight into his throat which caused her to fall onto the ground. She stood up with a rageful expression on her face.

"I may have forgotten who I was, but now I remember," she began. "I know who I am now. That will never change. Eric, you're beneath me and you'll always be beneath me. I know that this life is not mine. I had a family, but you took that from me."

Eleanor shoved Eric into the walls of the room as the pictures started to fall and the glass shattered all over the floor. Eric kicked her away as she threw her fists into his face. Eric threw her body through the doors of the closet. They uncontrollably beat each other up as they trashed the entire room.

"I gave you a chance at a life you could never have!" Eric roared at her as he got up from the destroyed dresser.

She broke a leg off of a table as she responded, "No, you didn't! I am your prisoner of every moment of this life! You did not give me life, you took it away! You hoped that I would come to be like you, but I will never be like you!"

Eric ducked quickly as she threw the stake at his head which impaled itself into the wall. Eleanor continued, "I am stronger than you that, I am stronger than you. You know it too!"

Eric and Eleanor ran at each other as their fists collided. Both of them were bloody and badly beaten, but neither refused to give up the fight. Eric started to laugh hysterically as the wounds on his face started to heal up slowly and he wiped the blood from his lips. "Actually you can't kill me, Eleanor. You're not strong enough. You can't kill me because we both know that we love each other."

Eleanor grabbed the silver chain from her pocket, groaning in pain as she wrapped it around his neck. Eric fell to his knees in pain as the silver melt into his skin. Her own skin sizzled as she watched him fall to the ground in pain. She scoffed as he bared his fangs at her when she told him, "You're right. I can't. Someday, I will though. Even if it takes until two days or centuries from now. I'm patient enough to wait, are you?"

~PRESENT~

Eric and Godric looked at each other as Godric warned, "Do not interfere. The last time you did, we lost her forever."

"I am going to reverse the curse on her," Eric said. "Then I am going to make her see that she still loves. Godric, I know she does. She wouldn't have done the things she's done unless she did it out of love. What we had was real and I am not giving that up because we are going through a period in our lives where she's questioning her entire fucking existence."

Godric sighed heavily. "If you do this, then you will surely lose her. This time, she will actually kill you like she almost did in 1945."

TBC…

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