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A/N: Any speech written in italics is in Old Norse. Needs to be Betaed.
"This is fucked up." Pam spat when Eric sat down on the couch across from her. They had moved the naked girl from Fangtasia to their home; the process had taken them over an hour. When they arrived home Eric saw to it that she was bathed, dressed and put to bed. Then to make sure she didn't wake up and wonder during the day he glammored her to sleep until a half an hour after sunset.
"Yes, very." Eric said, deep in thought. He still could not believe what was happening, and he half expected it to be a curl joke. He had been around long enough to know, anything that happened supernaturally didn't come without consequences, especially witchcraft.
"So that's her, that's the Elvira?" Pam asked watching Eric ponder. He silently nodded his head.
"But she's dead." Pam pursed her lips, watching Eric nodded his head in agreement.
"She was." He corrected her.
"Where are you going?" Eric asked Elvira when she pushed past him by the front door. It was a hot and most of the women were walking around in lighter clothing than normal, and the men had taken notice (which wasn't very had considering their clothing stuck to their bodies).
Elvira smiled bouncing a little as she stopped to talk to him. A few children quickly ran past them calling after Elvira to follow. Her attention was immediately pulled away from Eric as she yelled after them she was right behind him. The smile on her face was radiant, as she stood on her toes to wave after the children.
"Swimming!" She laughed, leaning up to kiss Eric on the cheek. Eric couldn't help but chuckle when she ran off, yelling after her to be careful before continuing on with his duties. A few hours later screaming of children interrupted the settlement. The screaming wasn't their normal playful scream, but screams of terror.
Many of people came running out of their homes and away from their chores when they heard the screams. By the time Eric, his father arrived at the scene. The children were being held and comforted by their parents who were trying to force out of them what was going on.
"What is the meaning of this?" His father commanded, everyone of course wanted to know. But when his father's voice commanded an answer a hushed silence hung over the crowed as he waited for an answer.
"Strange men walked out from the woods, and onto the shores. They tried to hurt us, but we ran." One of the children spoke behind their mother; a murmur of whispers was heard over the crowed as they fearfully spoke of what the appearance of strange men could have meant.
"Is everyone alright?" The king asked watching the children grip tightly to their mothers. The children were silent, before one was brave enough to speak.
"They have Elvira."
Eric felt his heart drop, the murmuring the crowd became uproar as the King commanded his troops. "QUICKLY, grab your weapons!" He hollered, moving swiftly to grab his own to follow his troops.
The next few moments were the longest moments Eric would have ever experienced in his human life. His heart slammed against his chest as he and the other man ran down to the shores, but when he had arrived he was not prepared for what he saw.
At first the men rushed out onto the sandy shores, and saw nothing until they ran out from behind high rocks that were covering their view. The beach looked nearly empty except for three things that were clearly out of place.
Eric and the other men stopped stunned. Eric's father quickly pushed through them men, not yet seeing the sight what they were all horrified by, but when he found his way the front of the crowed he too froze.
Off in the distance were three bodies. Two of which were higher up on the sand in the middle of large mass of disturbed sand and the third which was clearly female was half naked was laying a distance away from them; she was close enough to the sea that the waves were rolling over her and attempting to swallow her.
His father suddenly slowly started to walk, his mouth slightly open in shock as he made his way over to the girl. He was hoping that the sight in front of him couldn't be true, and that maybe the woman in the water was not who he thought it was.
The group of men watched as he slowly walked over, his sword dropping when he was close enough to see that it was in fact Elvira. A cry came from his father's lips as he collapsed in the sand beside her, bundling her up into his arms, and Eric remained stunned watching everything.
The walk back to the camp was slow and painful for many of the men. Most of which had never seen a woman murdered before, and none of them had ever seen a murdered woman they cared about. The even more shocking sight was the dark purple bruises that clung to her neck that were distantly human hands.
The woman of the Village stood outside their homes before ushering their children inside. They had caught on quickly to what had happened when they saw their king holding the soaked woman in his arms, and they did not wish their children to see the sight.
The woman of higher status like Eric's mother slowly appeared from a door. When they appeared some of the men quickly returned to their homes, not wanting to see the events that were going to quickly unfold. His mother slowly parted from the group and towards his father a look on his face that would forever disturb the very core of Eric.
"No." She told her husband firmly not believing what she was seeing. His father reluctantly shook his head, yes. Yes, this was very much happening, and the tears that were welling up in his eyes were proof.
"No, no, no!" His mother fought not wanting to believe what was happening. Eric's father gently placed Elvira's body on the ground. He then moved to bundle his wife in his arms before she let out a shrill of pain. The scream of pain that everyone knew was a mother morning the loss of her child.
When his mother and father cried out in pain for the loss of their eldest daughter, Eric too felt something weld up in his chest, because he had lost not only his sister, but his closest friend and as the tears ran down his whole perception of life was changed.
The memory was still painful to think about. His family was never the same after she had been murdered, and he remembered how after his father carried his little sister home that he made his way down to the beach. He searched the bodies on the beach and discovered that his sister not only killed two of the men, but she had done so with a rock.
In total there were four men who approached her on the beach that day, and the ones who had escaped didn't live long. Eric and his father, along with many other men in their village hunted them down. Over the next thousand years Eric only talked about Elvira a handful of times, most of which were with Godric, and few times with Pam.
Elvira was terrified by the new world she had been thrown into. She caught on quickly that Eric and Pam were not human. When she came to this realisation she tried to escape from him. Unaware of anything she ran into the middle of the road and was almost hit by a 'horseless wagon' before he rescued her.
She hadn't tried to escape a second time, she had mumbled something about worse creatures in the world then the creature that had stolen her brother's humanity. She was confused by everything, and sometimes teaching her something took hours.
Eric tried to hide the amusement across his face as she renamed everything. He would purposely go out and buy her small trinkets she would be entertained by them for hours. Pam had also found this quite amusing, and would often watch her as she tried to figure out her gifts.
Pam would never admit it, but she loved having Eric's sister around simply because she could dress her up. She was still working on trying to get Elvira to wear a bra, but she found many dresses that Elvira was willing to wear. Elvira also allowed Pam to do her hair. The first time Pam had trimmed her hair, lead Elvira to a lengthy study of the scissors Pam used.
Teaching Elvira to speak English was a different story. She had a few words down pat like, hungry, water, and bathroom. Other words were much more difficult for her, because she got many words confused, or her accent was so thick that she couldn't pronounce words correctly
She was not only magically back from the dead, but back a thousand years after her death. She had no idea what was going on, what the things around her where, among other things. As far as Eric was considered Elvira was a sixteen year old Viking girl stuck in the new millennium.
Pam watched Elvira with a hint of humor on her face as she muttered in awe over the remote control to the television. Eric only heard the tail end of her excitement over the contraption as he walked into the room. She had muttered something along the lines of how odd the contraption was.
Both Pam and Eric both knew what was going to happen next. Elvira would start pressing buttons, and then she would accidently switch the television on. This would probably terrify her and then he would have to spend the next few hours convincing her it was in fact alright.
"Here!" He said softly tugging her from the floor and onto the couch beside him. Elvira watched him take the remote from her hands her face filled with confusion as she settled down very close to him her feet tucked under her bottom.
Eric showed her the large red button at the top of the remote before pressing it in. The television mounted on the wall to the left of them but when it started to warm up Elvira jumped in fight of the sudden voices that filled the room. She would have attempted to run, but she was in fact too terrified of the sight before her. To her it appeared as if people had magically appeared into the large black mirror on the wall.
She had told Pam that the mirror was useless because she couldn't see anything in it and Pam only laughed. The mirror was in fact the television, and before Elvira had the chance to run from the room Eric tried to quickly explain what was happening.
"Those people are trapped in the black mirror?" She inquisitively asked her eyes large with fright. Eric couldn't help shake his and chuckle.
"They're not trapped!" He explained to her, actually explaining to her what was happening would be a long and complicated process. So when she nodded her head in understanding, he knew she didn't fully understand. One day he was sure she would, Eric pressed his lips to her forehead before handing her the remote. He quickly explained that the only buttons she would need to know where the sound, and channel before leaving the room.
"What are we going to do with her?" Pam asked following after Eric, she hadn't intended to sound like she was annoyed by the girls presence, but Pam always sounded like she was annoyed. Eric ran his hand along the top of his desk before sitting on the large black leather chair. He laced his fingers together before leaning back to give Pam a look of annoyance.
"Nothing, she stays here and when she is ready, she will be turned." He said, the very thought of his sister being shipped off made him angry. He couldn't and he wouldn't do such a thing, she would be safer with him.
"Good." Pam said, leaving the room. She quickly made her way back to the living room to find Elvira standing in front of the T.V the remote in her hand. She was carefully trying to peek under the flat television screen as she tried to figure out the television. Pam would never admit it, but she was happy she would have a sister.
Godric was the first person Eric had contacted about Elvira and at first he didn't believe his ears. What Eric spoke of was nearly impossible, it took a great deal of magic, and it was the kind of magic people didn't do for free. Usually something went wrong in the resurrection process, because people liked to resurrect the newly dead. Not someone who had been dead for over a thousand years.
Elvira would have had no body to return to, so this made the resurrection of Elvira even more curious. Godric had spent over two months trying to figure out any little detail for Eric, and he found nothing. The only clues they had were that of the note Pam crinkled up, and the trinket that had been dug up by a person unknown.
Godric had come to the conclusion that maybe for once in his long existence someone had done something kind for Eric. They did after all in their note dub him a hero. Godric had given up on his personal search if he hadn't found anything by now, then the best thing to do was wait until something happened.
Godric had called Eric up to let him know that he would be arriving shortly. He wanted to discuss his findings, as well as meet the young woman that had seemed to captivate his child and Pam who was not fond of much.
Godric had never heard his child so happy, he knew Elvira meant a lot to Eric in his human life, but now that she was alive she meant more to him. They shared the bond of blood, and family a bond that would be much deeper if Eric turned her.
Godric had showed up at Eric's house silently, and with a swift knock of the door he waited for it to open. Pam was of course the first to open and she was dressed in high end fashion with a bored look upon her face.
"Godric." She said broadly inviting him into their home. He entered giving her a quick nod; she closed the door behind him with a slam and then she guided him to where Eric was. Pam huffed when she was asked to leave the room, and slowly made her way back to the living room where she knew she would find Elvira.
Her eyes were glued to the television as she excitedly watched an elephant walk across the screen. Pam couldn't see why she would find anything on television as interesting as she did especially big filthy animals. Pam had tried to get her to watch other things, like fashion shows, but Elvira would ask so many questions that Pam gave up.
Pam sat on the couch from Elvira, and studied the mess she made in the living room. She had taken up the entire coffee table that sat between both couches as well as some of the floor. She had pulled pillows, stuffed creatures, books, and strange things Eric had bought her, but the one thing Pam had her eye on was some sort of fabric Elvira had made.
Pam hadn't known Elvira could make such elegant cloth, and Pam could only imagine what kind of outfits she could make with them. The room was interrupted by Eric who entered with a slight smirk on his face; just behind him was Godric who moved around Eric to see the creature he had heard so much about.
Eric's depiction of his sister could do no justice, she was a small woman, with her long lose curling blond locks, she was almost entirely flawless, and even the air around her reminded him of how women use to be. Back in days where their only concerns were providing for their family, not looks or material possessions.
Her blue eyes were wide and curious, and her lips a soft pink. There was also a soft resemblance between her and Eric, but it was barely noticeable.
"Look at that!" She squealed pointing to a small bird on top of a large elephant. She quickly ran toward the screen to get a better look at the creature, she ignored the short grunt from Pam who was not impressed by such a creature.
"Come away, before you go blind." Pam told her in old Norse, Elvira seemed reluctant at first but slowly walked away from the television her eyes stopping on her brother and his maker for a few silent seconds. Eric couldn't contain the smile on his face, over her confusement.
"He looks too young." Elvira said slowly, scrunching up her face. Eric couldn't help but let out a short soft chuckle, she thought Eric was presenting her with a husband. She had yet to understand that marriage typically wasn't arranged anymore. She was around the age of marriage, and he wasn't at all surprised that she expected him to marry her off. He was after all her caregiver, and as such it would have been his duty to make sure she was taken care of.
"Do you remember what we talked about?" He asked watching her nodded her head slowly. Almost as if she didn't believe him, "Then you know that's not what he's here for." Godric seemed to understand her confusion, and couldn't help but smile. She was really a woman stuck in her time. She was also truly incapable of telling that he was a vampire because Godric was much older than she.
Godric had a certain air to him that oddly let a lot of humans know he was very old and Elvira didn't seem to pick up on this. Her eyes suspicious studied Godric from where he stood, as she tried to figure out why her brother would bring a young boy into the house. She wasn't allowed to meet any one, and the only contact she had, was with her brother and Pam.
A sudden flash of fear crossed her face and the smirk from Eric's face suddenly dropped. Something was wrong and we she grabbed her blanket pulling it closer to herself he noticed a few things. The first being the way her body moved as it prepared to run and the second was the way her eyes slightly flickered over to another exit of the room.
"Elvira?" Eric asked, she suddenly started mumbling words in Old Norse he couldn't pick up. Although Old Norse was his first language, over the thousand years he had been alive, he had forgotten some of his own language. It happened to vampires his age; the more Elvira was around the better his memory became. She of course still struggled with English, and chose to sick with her native tongue, only using English to impress Eric.
But unlike Eric, Godric understood what she was muttering and quickly realised that it was intended for not only herself but him.
'The maker. The creature who swallowed my brother. Stole his soul." Eric had moved himself towards his sister whose eyes widened in fear. Godric quickly reached his arm out stopping Eric, who didn't seem to understand what was happening. When Eric turned his attention to his maker, Elvira ran from the room.
"What the fuck is her problem?" Pam asked boredly watching the empty hallway Elvira ran down. She knew she had run to lock herself into her room, because she seemed to think it was some sort of safe haven. Eric had put silver on the door knobs, to keep other vampires out. Elvira had picked up quickly that Eric and Pam couldn't touch the door handle without something covering their hands.
"I don't know." Eric said his eyebrows knitted together. Elvira's actions had confused him, and he was ready to go find out what was wrong with her when Godric slightly moved beside him. Eric's eyes drifted to his maker, who looked to be in deep thought.
"It seems I'm her problem." Godric's response surprised Eric and Pam who both looked at him with curious glances. "She seems to think, that I am here for her." He continued
"She is ridiculous." Eric said, crossing his arms behind his back in deep thought.
"Maybe not so much, I do believe that at some point she will be turned?" Godric asked, Godric couldn't imagine Eric not turning her. She was too important to Eric, and he would not let her die on him a second time.
"Yes." Eric said simply waiting for his maker to get to his point.
"I expect she knows she will be turned eventually, and I'm sure she does not understand that it's you, that will turn her, not I." Eric nodded his head slowly in agreement. He never really talked to Elvira about the process of turning, it had never occurred to him. But he was expect that she would come to the conclusion, that his maker was the one who would turn her, and not him his self. It was much like the idea that Godric was some sort of demon, and he changed others into lesser demons. Her conclusion was quite clever.
"It seems, you should have the talk with her Pam." Eric chuckled, finding the whole scenario quite humorous. Pam frowned not liking that she was the one that had to teach Elvira about makers, but she would rather teach her about makers, then sex. Sex was not something she was going to explain to a girl who couldn't even understand the purpose of a bra.
"Fine, but you are buying me new pair of Prada shoes." She sneered, slipping off the couch and towards Elvira's room.
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