Kyrie was wallowing in her self pity...again. She had buried herself in the ground where she had stayed. The smell of the earth was around her, its weight pressed down on her. She could hear the scattering and slithering of the creatures that stayed in the darkness with her, where she belonged.
She was dead. She had no right to be above ground with the living. She lost sense of when the sun rose or when night fell, she just laid in the grave she had dug for herself. Kyrie waited for the moment her mind would drift enough and simply stop but for the time being her thoughts ran wildly.
Faces and places flashed behind her closed lids quickly. Voices echoed in her head, screams of fear and defiance. Distant shouts that had been lost to time, that she had silenced or thought she had to now reverberate in her mind only adding to her intense depressive state.
She couldn't help but wonder what had become of Lorena and what exactly had happened the night she fled from her side. It was a bizarre circumstance that she was still not entirely sure of but one thing she had become certain of was the fact that Lorena had lied. The months they had traveled together were all a lie. What reason she had to lie, no idea but surmised it had come down to survival.
Perhaps Lorena and her maker had found her, an elder vampire that may have been able to better protect them during the plague. Why did that, Istvan, not make his own presence known? 'Strange, odd people.' Kyrie thought.
Why had she let Lorena travel with her? She hadn't been in the mood for a companion at the time she had discovered her, so why then? Her memories went back to Lorena in the road as she came upon her. She had looked up at Kyrie with lovely brown eyes. There it was, that was it. 'Because her eyes were the same color as Nora's.'
Nora was always smiling from the first night she was a baby vampire until they had began to look for the vampire authority. Where as Eric had been defiant in his early years, centuries, Nora was eager to please her makers. She did as she was told at all times. She would smile brightly at Godric and Kyrie for approval it seemed.
From what Nora had relayed to them her human mother had been distant. She had had hopes that her daughter would become a concubine for the king however she had seen more for herself than that. Every effort her mother had put forth for her she sabotaged. At the time Kyrie had smiled fondly remembering her own parents effort to force her to a man however now she wept.
Her tears mixed with the dirt causing it to take on a heavier copper scent then it already did. Noras human mother had finally in a fit cast her out into the street to become a prostitute. A neighbor took pity on her, at least that was what he had feigned at first. He had forced her into marriage, into his bed.
"And the humans say we are the monsters." Eric said. Nora had glanced shyly across he fire at him. She sat between Godric and Kyrie comfortably with Eric across from them.
"It is simply how things are done Eric. Now with Christianity ruling the world with an iron fist women have been subjected to being lesser class." Godric stated.
"Women have always been lesser class Godric." Kyrie replied.
"Not amongst my people. Women were held in high esteem; they held position and land. Every opportunity a man had so did a woman." He stated staring into the fire.
"Where then did it go so wrong?" Nora wondered aloud. Kyrie wrapped an arm around the girls shoulders.
"There is no need to worry about any of that now. You are more than a concubine or a farmers wife Nora. You are our daughter and you are much more than what you could have ever believed." Godric said soothingly.
There had been many nights such as that. The four of them sitting together around a fire sometimes as companions, others as family and many as lovers. That was the facet that Kyrie missed the most, the many aspects she shared with her maker and progenys.
After her first session with Eric and his love making Godric had taught him where Kyrie knew she had failed. She had begged her maker to allow her to try again however Godric flat out refused. He had never given her a reason but she knew it was simply because Eric had hurt her and neither of them wanted to see her hurt again.
It hadn't taken long for Eric to commit to enough self control that Godrics lessons were no longer needed which resulted in many nights where Kyrie was able to enjoy him herself. Eric was an excellent lover, he enjoyed giving pleasure as much as receiving.
She straddled him feeling him in her. Kyrie moved her body running her hands over his muscles that felt as if they were chiseled from stone. She watched his eyes spark with each movement she made. Her pace was slow to draw it out longer, their anticipation always seemed to get the better of them resulting in very quick sex.
Eric had an arm wrapped around her waist as he moved his hips slightly to meet her plunging himself deeper into her each time. He used his other hand to rub on the small bud of her womanhood sending electricity through out her body. Kyrie moaned out his name and giggled as a strong shock of pleasure was sent through her.
Eric laughed at this bringing his face closer to hers. Kyrie captured his lips biting down as her fangs descended. She licked at her progenys blood reveling in the familiarity of it. Eric sucked on her tongue hungrily as his own fangs made their presence known.
He began to push into her harder as his need grew. Kyrie felt herself dip over the edge as she gripped his chest tightly dragging her nails down watching the small trails of blood heal quickly.
"Oh Eric, a vic...oh Eric, my Eric." She screamed out as he flipped her over thrusting into her deeper and much faster. She wrapped her arms around his and her legs around his waist as he began to breathe taking quick breaths.
"Kyrie, Kyrie, Kyrie." He groaned out with each thrust. Kyrie couldn't help but continue her wailing of pleasure.
"Yes, yes Eric. That's it right...there oh, don't stop. It feels so good." She moaned out. Eric let out a growl as he thrust into her hard before holding her there. His muscles began to twitch. He breathed heavily as he grunted. He gave a few more thrusts before letting out a sigh and rolling off to lay next to her.
Kyrie climbed into his arms resting her head against his chest. She stared at him bringing at hand up to his cheek and cupping it. Eric brought his lips to her fingertips kissing them gently. Kyrie smiled snapping her fangs into place.
"There is so much love in you." She whispered out. "Everything you do is just so, passionate." Eric met her gaze and smiled at her.
"Isn't that what drew you to me?" Eric asked softly. Kyrie smiled back at him.
"Like a moth to flame." She replied. She settled into him more and shut her eyes enjoying the feeling of contentment.
"Kyrie, does it bother you that I call you Moder?" Eric asked in his own tongue. Kyrie brought her gaze back to him.
"No a vic, why?" She asked back in her own. It was a sort of game they had begun to play with one another, a way to better learn each others languages. Godric even played along sometimes speaking in his own strange tongue.
"There are times that it feels strange to me. There are instances, such as this, that I feel awkward with the feelings I have for you." Eric said struggling with the words as he sorted it out in his head. "There is just so much that I feel for you, so many things you are to me...as a human I was taught that lying with family was not what one did."
"Sins of the flesh?" Kyrie asked amused. Eric nodded his head once.
"Yes, I suppose, sins of the flesh. In that sense not to lay with someone from your own family, we are family." He stated. Kyrie sat up straddling his hips again. She brought her hand to his face again holding his chin between her thumb and index finger.
"We are bound by blood, not flesh." She whispered. It wasn't her intent for her voice to take on a seductive tone, it just did. Eric's eyes lit up with understanding. His fangs descended again as he raised himself closer to her for a kiss.
Even all the centuries later laying in the ground, alone, Kyrie still felt her eldest progenys hands against her skin. His scent was around her as she felt her body respond to the memories of his administrations. As many nights as there had been with Eric there had been so many more with Godric.
It hadn't started out that way. At first they acted like siblings despite the fact he claimed to be a father figure. Godric enjoyed annoying her, he'd laugh at her reactions to his teasing and other antics. When she attempted to leave he'd command her not to which only infuriated her more knowing it was for his own mirth.
"Why do you torture me so?" She asked angrily. Godric sat in the ground laughing up at her. He had covered himself up with a thin layer of dirt and sprung up at her. She had fallen back screaming in fear. Now she stood over the boy and shoved him back down. Godric allowed her to still laughing.
"It is just, so much fun." He replied. Kyrie huffed and began waking away. She waited to hear or feel Godric call her back but he didn't. It soon became clear as to why. He ran in front of her holding out his hand so that it smacked her dead in her chest. "I am sorry Kyrie."
"Yes, fine, fine." She stated shaking her head. He was still smiling widely. She grasped his hand tightly in hers. It had been seasons since she had been turned nearly coming back to the one she had been turned in. It didn't cease to amaze her the amount of commitment she felt towards Godric with out hardly knowing him.
The boy was clearly older than anything she could have ever expected. He claimed not to know his real age but guessed it was at least half a millennia. She stared at the markings he bore on his skin. By firelight she traced her fingers over them as if to memorize them. It wasn't uncommon for men to bare them, her father and brothers all had them but Godrics were so very different.
The markings on his arm that dipped and wound around near his shoulder reminded her of water splashing. His collar was adorned with the jagged edges but more than anything reminded her of the rays of the sun. There was the monster on his back, a water serpent and then there was the one that was different from all the rest.
It was red and raised. It was circular and had markings in it. It didn't fit the rest of his tribal markings and she assumed it wasn't. Godric smiled at her bringing her hand to his lips kissing her a few times. Kyrie couldn't help but smile.
There were little things such as that that Godric did, she enjoyed them but it was odd. He pulled her closer to him holding her tightly. Kyrie rested her head against his shoulder and sighed. There was no place she would rather be, her makers arms were the perfect hiding spot for her. She could spend eternity there.
Kyrie heard digging coming from above her. Her senses became more alert. She reached out attempting to figure out if it was night or day, her head was muddled from lack of feeding and she couldn't seem to get her bearings.
The sound came closer to her as some of the weight of the dirt began to lift from her body. She kept her eyes shut playing dead, as if that were hard to do. If it were day light she may burn however if the person digging her up thought she was just a corpse they would leave her be, maybe.
If it were night she certainly had the advantage but maybe she should still play dead. She didn't really have any desire to move from her spot. More of the dirt was lifted so that some of her body was exposed. It was night. She heard the person kneel down next to her as cold hands touched her face clearing away the dirt.
"Mama." The voice said from above her softly. Kyrie opened her eyes widely staring uncertainly, it couldn't be. She blinked a few times. "What are you doing here?"
"Eric, my son." She choked out moving quickly to wrap her arms around his neck. "How did you find me?" Eric gripped her back just as tight.
"I felt you call me. It was very strong, I practically heard you screaming for me, I thought you were in trouble." He replied.
"I had no idea that I did that, thank you." She said. Eric held her tighter.
"Kyrie, it's alright. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."