A/N: I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has favorited/followed this little story. I didn't think that this would actually develop a following so again guys thank you very much.
Now a couple of people have asked about time frame and how old exactly this character is. If this story progresses far enough to go into the 'True Blood' series that will be revealed through retellings as the character interacts with the other characters.
Once again this was all written on my iPhone. Just fair warning.
The familiar weight awoke heaviness that surrounded her was comforting as was the smell of the earth. Kyrie had always felt more rested whenever she went into the actual ground. Godric had once told her it was because that was where they belonged during the day. As the undead they would never be able to be in the sun again; evil things could only exist in the shadows, in the dark.
Mentally she shook it off and began to dig upwards. Her thoughts turned to the previous night and she couldn't help but wonder if it had worked. As her hand broke free of he earth and she pulled herself out her eyes met Godrics. He sat by the edge of the grave still covered in dirt. Clods of it stuck in his hair and smeared his face yet he sat unfazed by it.
"What is that look for?" Kyrie asked as she freed herself completely to sit by her makers side. He continued to stare at the plot. She realized that he hadn't been looking at her at all; he was engrossed in his own thoughts. It was hard for her to tell what he was thinking about but clearly it was intense. Every once in a while the corners of his mouth would turn down a bit more or his forehead would crease.
"Godric." Kyrie said after the moon had nearly crossed the sky.
"I killed my maker." He said softly. Kyrie had opened her mouth to say something more other than his name but closed it with an audible pop. "I hated him, I hated him for everything he had done to me, and what he turned me into." He whispered staring at his hands.
He was quiet for a while longer leaving his words to hang around Kyrie. She continued to stare at him. She wanted him to go on but was afraid of exactly what he would say. Godric suddenly jerked his head in her dircretion causing her to jump suddenly. "Do you hate me for turning you? His voice came out weak and mild, it was a child's voice. Kyrie felt as if she were truly seeing him for first time. The centuries old vampire that she had gotten to know was only a mask for the child that he still was.
"Why would I?" She asked gently not wanting to push him back into silence.
"For murdering you, for turning you into this...thing." He replied. Kyrie was taken aback by his words. Is this how he truly saw their kind, himself, as?
"Never. I have never hated you. I love you." She stated slowly and surely.
He stared at her as if contemplating what she had said and opened his mouth to speak when a loud gasping sound caused them both to turn towards the plot they had slept in. "It worked." They said in unison however while Kyries tone was one if joy Godrics was of disbelief.
The Viking clawed his way out gasping for air he didn't need and spit out grave dirt. Kyrie jumped up and grasped his hand pulling him out. He sat up on the ground and stared at her cocking his head to the side. "Hello my son." She greeted happily.
"Son?" He croaked out clearing his gave a nod.
"Yes, I am Kyrie and this is Godric. We are your parents." She said.
"Father, brother, child." He whispered to himself. Kyrie gave another nod.
"That's right. We are your everything as you are ours." She stated kneeling down next to him
"For how long?" He asked.
"For forever." She said. Godric stood up quickly shaking his head from side to side.
"This isn't good." He stated.
"How can you say that? This is the night our son is born, how can it not be good?" She asked him feeling herself get angry. Godric said nothing more. "Fine, if that's how it is to be...fine." Kyrie said turning back to her child. "Lets go." She stood up expecting him to follow her. "Come on now." She coaxed. The Viking only shook his head once in defiance. "Alright then; as your maker I command you to follow me." He barely batted an eyelash at her command. He remained seated on the ground.
"I don't want to go with you." He finally stated.
"See, now." Godric said simply. Kyrie turned to stare at him the gravity of the situation they, she, had gotten them into.
Makers had control over their progeny's through their blood. By drinking each others blood it bound the two together. A progeny had to obey their maker regardless if the younger vampire wanted to or not. The fact that this baby vampire had flat out refused a direct command from its maker was not good. The answer struck her with such force it made her knees buckle. He couldn't obey her commands.
Kyrie backed away slowly trying to regather her wits when her legs stopped on their own. She had strayed to far from Godric. He had never taken back his command for her to stay by his side. She stared at her maker and waited for him to make a move. When he stayed still and silent Kyrie couldn't contain herself any longer.
"What do we do?" She asked. Godric turned to her and nearly busted at the seams with laughter shaking his head from side to side.
"We?I told you he was your responsibility. I'll help but you have to figure out he rest." He replied.
"But I don't know what to do Godric." She stated desperately.
"Oh, all right." He relented and walked closer to the baby vampire that watched him uncertainly. "You will follow us." The man opened his mouth to protest again when Godric placed his hand against his throat and lifted him up to a slouched standing position. "Understand?" The young vampire nodded the best that he could before Godric released his hold on him. "We will teach you everything that you need to know in order to survive but you must listen. Do I make myself clear?" Godric asked. He nodded again.
"Good, now, what should we call you?" Kyrie chimed in taking a few steps closer to the two. The viking grasped at his throat absently and rubbed at it before removing his hand to stare at it for a few moments.
"I am Eric of the north men." He stated automatically.
"Well then Eric of the north men it is time to feed so lets be on our way." Kyrie said. Godric led them from the woods to a road. They hid in the trees walking along it when they heard the clop of a horse coming closer to them as well as some commands from its rider. Godric help up his hand to stop the other two from advancing and squatted down. Kyrie followed suit and tugged on Erics pant leg to do the same. He stared down at her wearily but complied quickly.
"Kyrie, go out to the road to greet the traveler." Godric said glancing back at her slightly. Kyrie nodded her head once making her way to the road. She could see somewhat in the distance the person coming closer to their location. She put her arms above her head and waved them to get the humans attention. The horse began to gallop as she was spotted and eventually the man was beside her.
"Now then child. What are you doing out so late." The man asked.
"Sir I require your assistance." She stated.
"I would be most happy to lend you a hand." He said extending down his hand to her. As she made to take a step up she locked eyes onto him and instantly he was transfixed on hers.
"Sir I require your assistance." She said again. The man gave an absent nod staring at her. "My son needs to feed. You will allow him to do so. Understand?" The man gave another nod. "Good. Come down from the horse and follow me." The man obliged sliding off of the animal before following her into the wooded area. "Sit." She commanded.
"How did you...do that? Why is he listening to you?" Eric asked intrigued by what was happening before him.
"All in due time Eric. Now; we are the undead. Night creatures. We feed on the blood of humans." Kyrie said grasping his hand to lead him closer to the man on the ground. "Can you hear his heart beat?"
"Yes." Eric stated his fangs dropping down almost instantly.
"Feed." Kyrie said simply. The baby vampire made a sudden rush forward knocking the man to the ground. With out a single hesitation he sunk his fangs into the mans neck and with in minutes had sucked him dry. Kyrie grasped at his shoulders to get Eric away from him. "You must stop before the heart stops." She ordered but he simply would not listen.
She brought her gaze up to Godric who wasn't anywhere to be found. She glanced back towards the road and saw him rummaging through the mans travel packs and tossing things aside. "Oh well a lot of help he is." She muttered to herself. She grabbed Eric by the shoulders more forcefully throwing him off of the corpse. He looked up at her dazed and confused as if he were uncertain of what had happened. "You must stop before the heart stops."
"Why?" He asked curiously. His mouth dripped with blood and fell off his chin in droplets as he spoke.
"Because there is no sense in drinking corpse blood." She stated repeating what Godric had told her centuries earlier when she had been first turned.
"Why not?" Eric asked. Kyrie opened her mouth to answer only to promptly close it.
"I, I am not sure." She said her voice suddenly going hoarse. It had never occurred to her to ever ask Godric that question. He had told her not to do it and she had complied. It was that simple. She stared down at the man on the ground before slouching her shoulders and placing a hand to her head. "You are going to be a handful."