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Godric had gladly given up his position of sheriff, it had given him a lot of freedom to do things he might have not been able to do when he had the title. He could spend many hours trying to figure out what had happened to bring Elvira back, as well as travel to Sweden to see her grave himself.
The grave had an eerie feel to it, and he assumed that although it looked just like an empty plot of land, it would always be the place Eric dug the grave for his little sister. The feeling of depression would always remain over the small piece of land. Godric had found Elvira quite beautiful, and unlike the woman of the modern age, she held this classic old beauty that he and very few old vampires understood. It was almost like she was untainted by any ideas or values of modern society, and she was only interested in learning new things. Something most modern woman didn't appreciate.
Elvira seemed to understand how lucky she was to be allowed to learn so much, because she came from a time where a woman's only concern was having children, and providing for her husband. Godric had noticed many things about the young woman, and there was too many to count. They mainly consisted of her beauty, like the way her lips curved, or the way she pulled her hair over her shoulder, but most definitely the way her mouth slightly pouted when she was trying to think of the English word she wished to use. Eric had recently taken to forcing her to speak in English, unhappy with how slowly she was learning the language. He would often correct her, and chuckle when she would get frustrated trying to form the words in her mouth. But most of all Godric had noticed the love and loyalty she had for her brother. It was something he usually saw in siblings, but he had never seen it as strong as Elvira and Eric's.
He had also noticed that over the first few days, how she tried everything with in her power to avoid him. She would often scoot out of a room if he was in it, or avoid it entirely. Eric had tried to force Elvira into speaking to Godric, but Godric had insisted for him to allow her to come to him. There was something about the fear in her eyes that bothered Godric.
It was early one night when Godric had padded around his room. He knew Eric and Pam were still sleeping but he could hear Elvira moving about the house. He knew that she was in the kitchen when the smell of food reached his nose.
There was a sudden gasp from Elvira then the smell of blood. Without a second thought, Godric quickly found himself standing in the kitchen entrance. He was reacting so quickly to her distress that it didn't even occur to him that he might terrify her, by moving around the house so quickly. He moved so fast that he arrived just in time to see her drop the knife she was holding in her hand.
If fell to the floor in a clatter. Elvira clearly shocked to see her own blood, raised her hand shaking in fear. Godric watched as her eyes glazed over, and suddenly the girl who was filled with so much life seemed dead.
"Elvira?" Godric had asked stepping closer to her. Normally she would have reacted by quickly running from the room and hiding from him. But this time she simply stood, her eyes glazed over with a sickly colour to her skin. Godric then tried what he thought was impossible; he glided across the kitchen and gently grabbed her wounded hand. She still showed no response. In fact she barely even blinked as Godric moved her to a chair and gently started to clean her wound. If he were a young vampire he knew he would have found it difficult to contain himself.
When he was finished dressing her wound, he silently washed his hands as he tried to think of what he should do next becasue Elvira was still unresponsive. He silently flicked off the foods she was cooking, and placed the rest in the fridge before moving her to the couch. Here his concern for her deepened. He had decided to be increasingly brave, and try to snap her out of her shock.
Sitting down beside her he gently cradled her face. He knew this was potentially a stupid idea, but he figured scaring her out of her shock would be worse. If he had attempted that then she might not even enter the same house as him. He didn't want that, he hoped one day they could be at least friends. She was too important to Eric to never be even on somewhat friendly terms with him.
"Elvira, sweet heart..." the words sounded strange coming from his mouth. He didn't think he had used the word before in his entire life, but something about saying it seemed right to him. Suddenly Elvira's eyes flickered towards him, and for a brief second he thought she would recoil his touch. What he didn't expect was tears to slowly start rolling down her face.
He would hate to admit he was shocked at the sight. Who would have thought that a woman like Elvira could cry, it was a thought that never occurred to him. She seemed like a woman who would be happy every single day of her life, the kind of woman who seemed to find no flaws in the world.
Godric could barely understand her. As she spoke more to herself she gently pulled away from his gentle touch and covered her face with her hands. It took him a few minutes to piece together the information she was muttering, and by the time he did she was silent again. She had curled up on the couch with her arms wrapped around her legs and her face resting on her knees.
Elvira had very simply remembered the day of her murder. She had recalled the incident, and first she worried about the children. Which Godric would admit had him very confused, but then she started to mutter on about the men, big burly, dirty men. Godric's own death had been quite horrible, but he couldn't imagine what it would have been like to be pinned down by a large man, and slowly have the life choked out of you. He could only assume they attempted to violate her, or did but he didn't know for sure.
He had only looked away for a moment before he realized that Elvira was looking at her bandaged hand. The white gauze was stained red in the middle, and he could smell the coagulation. He couldn't imagine what was running through her head, but he was sure there were thoughts he couldn't even imagine.
"So she just suddenly remembered?" Eric asked with a flare of anger. He had assumed that Elvira had remembered her own death, but to suddenly and spontaneously remember it made no sense to him, and if anything worried him. He suddenly couldn't think clearly, something was wrong and he couldn't lose his sister again.
"I don't think she simply just unlocked this memory, it's just that the reality of her own death didn't sink in until after her … accident." Godric stated simply, Eric seemed to calm down a little when he pondered his makers thoughts. Maybe he was jumping to conclusions.
"For her sake I hope you are right, because if something is wrong we don't even know who brought her back, or how." Eric said watching his maker nod his head in agreement. They still couldn't figure out what, or who had brought Elvira back, and the more time ticked on the more anxious Eric became.
Eric's eyes suddenly looked past Godric and a certain smirk on his face appeared that Godric knew was only for Elvira. Godric slightly turned to see Elvira standing in the door way clutching a mass a Band-Aids that hung loosely out of her hands. She slightly jumped when she saw Godric turn around and for a second she looked as if she were going to run.
She gently chewed her lips and shyly looked at Godric showing him her unbandaged hand in a motion he clearly understood as her asking for him to re-bandage it. Godric couldn't help but feel the smile creep on his face. Although she was still terrified of him, she was still brave enough to ask him for help. It also made him quite curious as to why she wouldn't ask Eric to bandage her hand.
When Godric had finished she curtly nodded her head in a small thanks before shyly making her way out of the room. Silence hung over the air until a soft chuckle from Eric's lips echoed through the silent air.
It was early a few nights later when Godric stirred, the sun had barely set and his eyes had snapped open. The soft muttering of Old Norse could be heard, and as soon as it was safe he quickly left his room and followed the noise.
He knew who was talking, and it surprised him that what she was talking about made no sense what so ever. She was muttering about a rock that she held in her hand and how heavy it was. Eric hardly let her outside and Godric seriously thought that there was no possible way she actually held a rock in her possession.
He found her barely awake on the floor beside her bed. In her arms she held a blanket, bandages, a book, and a can of food. He had to approach her in such a way that he wouldn't startle her, and that she wouldn't be terrified of him, and revert back to a former stage in their relationship where she hid from him.
It took her a few moments to register that Godric was in front of her, and when she did her tired eyes looked up at him. She had deep dark circles under her eyes, and it made her look much older, and ill. She looked at him for a few moments before sighing and looking away. She used one hand to feel her forehead and tiredly looked at the ground beside her curled up feet.
It was almost as if she was shocked by her own behavior, and she started to move around slowly. Almost as if she were waking up and preparing herself for the day, except that she hadn't slept at all. Like a true woman of her time, she didn't speak any sort of explanation to what she was doing. Simply because she knew it was inappropriate, but when Godric had caught her drifting off and startling herself again a few seconds later (and still muttering about rocks) he had decided he had to intervene.
"Elvira." He said softly waiting for her tired eyes to look up at him, as soon as she caught his gaze she was locked into his glamor. He watched all emotion drop from her face, and her lips slightly part when she lost control of her mind.
"Godric?" she asked fluttering her eyes as her brain tried to function under the lack of sleep and the effects of his glamor.
"When was the last time you slept?" He asked softly, she closed her eyes and leaned forward slightly falling asleep for a few seconds, she then caught herself and sat up her blue eyes wide and alert. He suddenly felt the glamor he had used on her had broken, she looked at him confused realizing that he was so close, and he knew she was silently questioning why.
She suddenly looked down at her hands before simply reminding herself that her soul was in fact still inside her body. He wasn't sure how she determined it but she had, and she seemed pleased that her soul was still inside of her body.
"Elvira." Godric said firmly in English, this drew her attention away from her hands. It was strange for her to hear her name in English, and she giggled hearing Godric say her name. Godric tried to form his words carefully knowing the woman wasn't in her right mind, and also tried to avoid glamoring her again. The fact that it was working and her sleep deprivation had worried him. It was rare for a human's sickness to stop a glamor from a baby vampire, but not a 2000 year old vampire.
"You make me feel funny." She murmured almost drifting off to sleep. Godric had sat a little stunned when her face collided with his chest, her cheek was soft warm (thankfully clothed) chest. He suddenly had the urge to run his fingers through her tangled locks. He was sure the feeling would be everything he imagined, but then snapped himself out of such thoughts when Elvira suddenly shot up from her position running her hands along her forehead, once again muttering about rocks.
"Come." Godric said pulling her up from the ground with a gentle hand, and helped her onto her bed. The sheets were already messy, and she had accumulated a number of books on the bed itself. They were all in English, and it didn't surprise him that they were open to pages with colourful, and very beautiful pictures. After she was semi tucked in he pulled the books off her bed and placed them on the floor.
When he was finished his eyes returned to Elvira who had fallen asleep sitting up. Like the last few times it didn't last long before she jolted awake and looked around the room in confusement.
"What is it you see?" he asked watching her eye lids flutter, for a moment he thought she wasn't going to respond when she jumped again finally registering what he had asked her.
"My death." She said simply. Godric understood, sometimes he still had nightmares about his own death. His death although horrible, was also a joined with the months of torcher before and after. He had years to process what had happened to him, whereas Elvira was dealing with much more.
"What of the rock?" He asked, her eyes peered up at him and he saw how truly tired she was. For a moment it was almost as if she were searching his soul for something, and he felt as if his soul should have been hiding away from such a dazzling creature.
"It's always covered in their blood, and the blood always gets onto my hands." Godric had understood what she was saying, even though to most people she would have been talking in riddle. She had murdered persons, and he assumed these persons where the ones who approached her on the day of her death. Eric had spoken once of how she managed to kill two of four men that had approached her, but had long forgotten. Using a rock as weapon seemed like a logical explanation, she would have picked it up from the beach and used it to defend herself.
"You had every right to kill those men." Godric said watching her, she didn't seem stunned by what he had said so when she agreed with him that she did have the right he was a little taken back.
"I died a warrior, my gods were pleased." She said, for a moment Godric had forgotten what her people were like, and for a woman to please the gods through the act of violence and battle was extremely rare. Although she did not die in a war like the men of her tribe she did kill two men with a simple rock. This would have pleased her gods, she would have gotten the afterlife she would have secretly wished for, but would have never been able to obtain because of her gender.
"What if they come back?" she whispered, he was sure he wasn't intended to hear what she said because she had fallen asleep for a few seconds before waking as quickly as she had fallen asleep.
"They will not." Godric assured her, his words seemed to have no effect on Elvira because she tiredly looked away from her feet to look at him. She couldn't seem to keep her eyes on anything.
"I did." She argued, Godric watched her silently, he now understood her fears and if anything he thought they were rational. They knew nothing about why or how she was brought back. Godric thought that they should expect the worst and bringing her back to murder her again was an great plan if they wanted to harm Eric. The plan was a lot more mischievous than something he would have planned but it still was a great way to break an opponent without risking their own lives.
Godric could speak for all the vampires in the house when he said they would all have just ripped out the throats of who they had an issue with. Quick, sweet, to the point, and there was no room for mistakes. This was always the way they would deal with things.
"I won't let anything happen to you and Eric won't let anything happen to you." Godric said simply, his chest tightened. Someone would have to be extremely stupid to think they could take on him and Eric, there was very few vampires who existed were older then him. Godric of course knew almost all of these vampires and knew none of them were interested in anything other than themselves.
"Even when I sleep?" She asked, Godric nodded his head softly his hand had found its way to her brow where he softly brushed his fingers across her forehead. He inwardly scolded himself, he knew he shouldn't be touching her, but he couldn't help it.
He had seemed to convince her to sleep, because she wiggled down in the sheets. Godric was ready to leave the room at that moment. But she stopped him grabbing his wrist, her warm skin sent a new sensation through his body and as she tiredly watched him she spoke, "Please not yet, please read to me until I fall asleep."
Her request would have seemed childish to anyone else, a young woman asking to be read a book before she went to bed. But anyone else wouldn't understand Elvira's predicament, and that she couldn't read the collection of marvelous books around her. The only way she could know what there were about, was to learn English or to have someone read and translate it to her.
Godric picked up the book nearest to him, only to put it down a few seconds later. Elvira sleepily eyed the book, it was about Greek gods and even before he could crack the book open she had fallen asleep. He quietly looked back to the book she had chosen and discovered it was well worn meaning she spent a lot of time looking at the pictures.
A faint smile spreed across his face, as a vampire with over two thousand years of life, he had done almost everything but translate a beloved book into Old Norse for someone. While Elvira was asleep, he was going to spend his night rewriting on the pages of her book, so she could finally read them herself. He knew this would make her very happy, and in return would make him very happy.
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