Pamela strutted out of her room in her see through silk robe that she tended to favor. Her hair was immaculately done, as usual, as was her make-up. Kyrie watched as she gracefully turned the corner to go downstairs, a grace that she was certain she could never posses no matter how many finishing instructions she was forced to attend. Pam had taken it upon herself to teach Kyrie in the matters of how to dress and present herself.
She certainly did like Pam. The female attempted to do as she liked, much to Eric's chagrin, and said as she pleased. It made sense given the fact that she had spent a good part of her life as a whore, she was no stranger to how the world worked. She wasn't sheltered as she had seen some other women were, the way she had been….perhaps still was slightly.
Eric was beginning to soften slightly to the fact that she had pulled a fast one on him, at least that was how he described it. Kyrie understood the meaning behind it but had never heard it before, she had decided she liked that saying and would use it when she could. Pam certainly tried to gain dominance over the household, she had come in expecting to be the lady in charge. That didn't last for long.
There was no way that Kyrie would allow her progeny's child to make her the third wheel. It was bad enough she had to rely so heavily on Eric, she certainly was not going to allow his progeny to make her feel and look as if she were just a simple child.
It had begun with Pamela telling her what to do, to stop clinging to Eric so much, and to leave them alone…to run off somewhere and go play. She was a baby vampire and didn't understand how the hierarchy worked when it came to their kind. Kyrie had let her off easy for a time only sending threatening words her way warning her to watch her tongue with her. Pam hadn't listened.
She had been fixing Kyrie's hair. Kyrie had never been very good at sitting still especially when it came to such matters as her hair being worked with. She hated it. She could remember having to sit still while her mother intricately braided and plated it with long fingers. Her nails would dig into her scalp as she pulled at the strands to twist them and place them where she wanted them. Pam did her hair much the same way as her mother had centuries earlier.
Kyrie still had no real patience for it she found. She moved her head when she was told to stay still. She fidgeted in her seat uncomfortably and glanced around the room irritated.
"Stupid girl! Hold your head up! I swear, I just don't get why Eric keeps you around." Pam had snapped at her as she yanked on her hair pulling her head back painfully. That was it. Kyrie felt herself snap. She jumped from her seat quickly startling Pam and slammed her against the floor. Her head smashed into the hardwood and bounced up before slamming back down.
Pam let out a startled yelp as her fangs descended down on their own biting through her tongue and bottom lip. Kyrie opened her own mouth to reveal her fangs. She could feel anger seethe off of her and she could sense the younger vampires fear.
"You will not talk to me that way. Clearly Eric has not informed you of whom exactly I am, stupid child that he is." Kyrie said dropping her Americanized accent that she had been working on. Her words came out thick and heavy seemingly slamming Pam in the face. She stared at her with wide eyes. "From now on you will address me with respect. If you ever talk down to me again I will not hesitate to rip your head off. Do I make myself clear?"
"Y-yes Miss Kyrie." Pamela had stammered out. Kyrie felt her fangs ascend again and Pam had finished her hair quickly. Since they had gotten along just fine. Eric was still meeting with and investigating the cases of dead authority members but so far there was no lead. There hadn't been a single death in a few months leaving only questions with no answers.
He had expressed his insights with Kyrie and she agreed with his speculation, it could very well have been the authority behind all the deaths. It wouldn't surprise her any at all. They were secretive, they had power and they could easily have sent Eric on a wild chase to get him out of the way for something bigger that they were planning. Something Eric wouldn't have gone along with or rebelled against.
Kyrie was sure there were vampires within the authority older than herself, even Godric, but knew most wouldn't be able to rival them in age. Eric certainly was a force to be reckoned with. As a human he had been strong and formidable, as a vampire there were times he was nearly unstoppable. Eric had always been intelligent and could be manipulative. After centuries of honing these crafts he was an artist. Truly if he wanted to rival the authority he could but Kyrie knew it probably had something to do with instructions from Godric and possibly his worrying over Nora.
There were times that Kyrie would replay the scenario over in her head. There were so many different things that she could have said, done, and for that she was certain she would always regret it. She shouldn't have let Nora go, she shouldn't have released Eric that night but she had. In her pain and anger she had let go of her progeny's simply because she was mad at their father.
Time passed as it did. They watched as a war erupted and ended. Automobiles became more abundant in the city and were becoming much fancier. The buildings had been destroyed in an earthquake that had turned into a raging fire. Their home hadn't been spared but the authority decided it was time for them to move on anyways. There was no more reason for them to be there. They were sent to Dallas, Texas.
Kyrie wound her hands around a kerchief tightly over and over again during their trip. She felt herself shaking nearly the entire way. She didn't answer Pam when she questioned her. She didn't answer Eric when he tried to comfort her. Eventually they gave up and left her to her own nervous devices. It was a long trip. They slept, Eric and Pamela slept, in their respective rooms on the train.
She didn't have the nerve to ask where in the city they were going. She had done research on the city when she found out that that was where Godric was. It was fairly large. Maybe they wouldn't see him or she wouldn't. Of course Eric would meet with him and see him. Eric had told her that he wasn't mad at her anymore, there was that. Maybe she would see him, maybe he would be happy to see her, and maybe it would be the same way it had been before….Kyrie placed her hands over her face taking a deep sob.
Her tears ran sticky down her cheeks as her shoulders shook. She couldn't see him. She wouldn't see him. It would never be the same way it had been because of the simple fact that the world they existed in was different. She didn't want an authority whipped vampire, she wanted her maker back. She knew that Godric wouldn't be the same, Eric certainly wasn't the same as she remembered him being. It would only add more salt to the wound if she met with Godric and he was a well-mannered shell of his former self.
They went immediately from the train to the car picking them up. Their luggage would follow them as it usually did. Kyrie stared straight ahead with her face drawn down. Her hands felt slack in her lap. She felt them clench on their own as she came out of her hazy trance.
"Where are we going?" She asked Eric suddenly.
"At last, she speaks." Pam said sarcastically.
"Pamela." Eric chided. "We are going to be staying with a few other authority members for a time."
"Who? Who exactly are we staying with Eric?" Kyrie managed out.
"You know I don't know these things mama until we get there." Eric said in the language Kyrie had taught him, her own.
"Going in blindly then again, is it." She said softly.
"Kyrie I…" Eric began before the car stopped in front of a stately house. "Looks like we have arrived."
Kyrie stared at her progeny for a moment. There was concern etched on his face. He was worried for her? Or perhaps he was worried about what was going to happen if she met up with Godric again. The car door opened and Pam climbed out first. "Ladies first." Eric said when Kyrie made no move to exit the vehicle.
She stepped out with the assistance of the chauffeur. She stared at the gas lights that lined the winding dirt driveway they had come up. She took a step away from the automobile to allow Eric out. He stood and straightened out his clothing. A woman walked up to them crunching gravel under her boots as she approached them.
"I am Isabella. Welcome to Dallas." She said warmly. Her accent was thick and her complexion was dark. She had been a bit older when she had been turned but she was still very beautiful.
"The pleasure is mine. I am Eric, this is Kyrie, and my progeny Pamela." Eric introduced.
"How do." Pam said shaking her hand lightly. Kyrie simply gave a nod of her head. Isabella smiled at her brightly.
"Kyrie. It truly is an honor to meet you." She said.
"Is it now?" Kyrie questioned feeling uneasy.
"Oh yes." The other female said. "I have heard so much about you for a very long time now."
"All good things I hope." She stated.
"Of course." Isabella replied. "Now Godric is waiting inside. He was just finishing up some business but he should be done by now."
Kyrie's legs felt heavy as she walked up the steps to the house. Her head swam and she swore her heart was beating loudly in her ears. The world buzzed out from her peripheral vision leaving only what she could see straight ahead. Isabella continued to talk with Eric and Pam but Kyrie couldn't making out what they were saying as they entered the house. It was bright inside. The electric lights illuminated the wood paneling of the walls revealing their shine. Kyrie squinted slightly trying to see in her very bright surroundings.
"I will inform Godric that you are here." Isabella said after she had led them into the sitting room. Kyrie sat stiffly with her back against the high back sofa. She stared at the empty fireplace fixing her gaze on something, anything to try and get her mind off of where exactly she was. Time, that had seemed to pass by quickly in the last few years, slowed to a crawl. The clock on the wall clicked loudly in the silence of the room.
"I'm not going to pretend to understand what is going on Kyrie but let me impart some words of wisdom on you dear." Pam said breaking the quiet. "Nothing is as good or bad as it ever seems. The anticipation is always the worse."
Kyrie turned her head towards the younger vampire. Pam was quick tongued and full of fire but she was very intelligent. Kyrie had learned a lot from Pam over the few years she had known her and was grateful for it. There were times where she did overstep her bounds but she was rarely ever not insightful.
Footsteps fell behind them. Eric stood up with a grin on his face. Kyrie felt herself become more rigid. She gripped at the fabric of her skirt. Eric's mouth moved but Kyrie didn't hear the words he spoke. Pamela stood up and walked out of her line of sight. All she heard were muffled footsteps. She stared straight ahead.
A figure walked into her line of sight. The figure knelt down in front of her. She felt the air catch in her throat and she didn't bother to breathe again. His hair was short and well kempt. His clothes were expensive and fit him well. He looked different until he grinned. That crooked grin that she had missed.
"Hello Kyrie." Godric said. Her hand flew up of its own accord striking flatly against his cheek. She felt the pressure of it as he allowed her to hit him. His head recoiled slightly. Kyrie felt nothing but pure emotion bubble and roil inside of her. She glared at her maker for another moment before exiting the room.
She found herself out on a first floor balcony. The air was cold or maybe it was just her. She was fairly certain she had slammed the glass doors shut shattering one of them in the process. She gripped the banister tightly starting out into the darkness around her. She glanced up at the sky taking in the infinity of it all and sighed.
She heard one of the doors open and close gently. She didn't glance behind her or to the side of her. She heard Godric sigh as he stood next to her. "I don't blame you for anything Kyrie and I was never angry with you." He said softly.
It made Kyrie jump slightly. She closed her eyes and shook her head from side to side. She bit at her lower lip and tried to swallow down the lump in her throat. "You have every right to be angry with me, furious even, and I can see that. I just wanted to let you know that I am sorry. At the time, I was only trying to protect you from them. I didn't want to see you become their puppet."
Kyrie heard his footsteps as he began to walk away. She opened her eyes and turned around quickly staring at his back. He still walked the same, his gait hadn't changed, nor did the way he talked to her. At last her throat loosened and she cleared it.
"Godric." Her voice came out as a whisper. At first she wasn't even certain he had heard her. He had continued to walk as if he hadn't. He took one more step forward before he stopped. "Godric." She said again. All the words she had saved over the centuries since she had seen him were lost to her. None came to mind.
Godric turned around locking his eyes with hers. Kyrie took a timid step forward with her hand outstretched towards her maker. It felt as if it took an eternity to reach him, for her fingers to rest against his cheek. She placed her hand against his cold flesh and felt her tears fall staining the clothes she wore. "I-I've missed you." It was all she could bring herself to say. It was the sum of everything she had felt, all the time she had spent in the ground thinking about him and dreaming about him.
From the first night that he had released her and she was forced from his side until that moment when at last he was standing in front of her barely a breaths width apart, she had missed him more than anything else. It was stronger than her anger and rage, even her love and devotion couldn't rival how much she had simply missed his presence in her life.
Godric grasped at her hand with his own and held it tightly. He closed his eyes and let out a relieved sigh. She could see the bloody tears slip out from underneath his lids. He opened his eyes allowing them to fall. He smiled at her the way he always had and kissed at her fingertips gently.
"Kyrie, my Kyrie." He choked out. That was all it took for her to find her way back into the arms of her maker.