Everybody else got on with each other... but for me and Eric, we hadn't exchanged a single word from when we had met.

I didn't get it to be honest... but I guess I was the one that walked out on him, but he had had it coming. The bastard.

Godric was sat next to me now, going through my sketchbooks and praised me on my work, and when he saw the Northern lights, he shook his head. "No, I have not seen these before. But I would like to."

I kind of felt sorry for Dorian and Pam, two people that were stuck in the middle of our messed up family tree. But at least they got on, and soon enough were chatting away.

Was Eric involved with her? Or was it my imagination...

As I walked outside with Godric, he sighed. "Eric missed you."

That took me aback a little, and I groaned, closing my eyes. "I fail to believe that. Eric cares about no one other than himself."

Godric looked rather sad at that, and he put a hand on mine and said quietly. "You have punished him enough. It hurts me to see the two people I love hurt each other."

"I'm sorry." I apologized, bowing my head a little. He always understood, and there was this new sense of peace about him that assured me he had changed like he had wanted to... and I was happy for him.

"You have done a fine job with Dorian." he told me now, and I chuckled. "What was I going to do? Throw him back out into the streets where he and others would be in danger?"

"Most would have." he said truthfully, but then turned as footsteps approached. "May I have a word, Freyr?" Eric asked me now, and all I could do was nod I suppose. Godric glanced at me once more, then walked back off inside.

I was staring at Eric now, and he seemed no different from the last time I had seen him looks wise... but was he any different?

"You look well." he said quietly now, and I nodded. "And yourself."

Eric sighed, then held out a hand for me to take. I hesitated, then gave up, taking it and letting him lead me through the ornate garden.

"Traveling the world?" he asked me now, and I nodded. "I have." Eric seemed to find that rather amusing, but then said. "Listen to us... we're over eight hundred years old, and, yet, it only feels like yesterday since I turned twenty."

"Poor you (!)" I smirked, and he turned me around to face him, and he took in my new appearance of a wide royal blue Georgian dress and tight ringletted ebony hair that was too long... but I couldn't bare to cut it. It was who I was.

"You look beautiful." he told me now, and I smirked. "You? Handing out compliments? It really must be near Christmas (!)"

Eric sighed, then closed his eyes as he said. "I'm sorry."

"Excuse me?"

"You know what I said." he said curtly, and I smirked once more. "That's the Eric I know. The dickhead."

"Oh yeah?" he said, then took me off guard and kissed me for a moment. Hundreds of years... and yet it still felt like our first time. When he let me go, he said quietly. "My biggest mistake was letting you go... and I won't be making that one again."

As much as I wanted to forgive him here and now, I just couldn't, and I turned away without a word and walked back inside. I heard Godric sigh wearily as I did so-

History repeating he probably thought.

A little later that night, I was sat on the chair in the library, a glass of blood in my hand that I was staring into, lost in thought.

"Frey?"

I looked up now to see Dorian walk in. He closed the door behind me and sighed, turning back to face me. "How are you?"

"Fine thank you." I said dully, and he sighed once more, walking over and standing behind my chair, putting his arms around my shoulders. "I know you. Something's wrong." he told me, and I groaned. Dorian soon guessed.

"Eric?"

"Yes." I confessed, and he said quietly. "He does still love you."

I scowled at that, then turned around to look into his emerald eyes. "How do you come to that conclusion?"

Dorian chuckled. "Did you see the look in that mans eyes when you rejected him? That's love... no matter what you think. Trust me- I'm a man."

I smiled at that in amusement, then thought about it; did he still love me? He had already kissed me, but did he really mean it? Or was he adding my heart to the jar of hearts he already had?

Love was so confusing... and as time went by, it got even more so.

"Maybe." I told him now, and Dorian sighed, letting me go and walked around to the window and looked out of it. "It's dawn soon. Shall I tell the others we have no more room to accommodate them?"

"Yes please." I thanked him, feeling guilty- I could only hope they were staying somewhere nearby... otherwise they would have the worst nights sleep in that cellar we had with no more beds. I could never sleep in a coffin, it felt too... eww. Like I was a zombie, not a vampire. I had my own bed in the wine cellar where it was pitch black, yet the candles made the place look so beautiful. Dorian was in the one outside under the shed. He always insisted on me having the best place to sleep.

He was such a good man.

There was a knock on the door now, and I said. "Come in." Godric walked in and said. "We are leaving now. I wanted to say goodnight."

"Eric gone?" I had to ask, and he nodded. "I'm sorry."

A chuckle escaped me now, and I got up and walked over to him, letting him pull me into his arms. I did love that man, he was so good to me. Always had been.

"We shall come over tomorrow night." he told me now, taking my hand and pressing his lips to it briefly. "My Lady." he chuckled, and I tutted. "Out. Silly boy."

Godric left now, and Dorian poked his head around the door. "I'm heading down now. Goodnight."

I nodded. "Goodnight. Make sure you wedge the trapdoor this time."

"Of course." he smiled, then left.

I set down the glass that was still in my hand now, then sighed to myself for a second- I was so depressed now. Thank you Eric (!)

As the sun started to rise on the horizon, I went down to my cellar and lit the candles, wishing I'd asked Dorian to undo the corset strings on my dress, because I couldn't reach them, even as I stood before the mirror, trying to reach, I failed and sighed, looking down in defeat- fashion these days.

"Need some help?"

I wasn't actually surprised to hear that voice, and as I looked into the mirror and saw him stood behind me, a foot and more taller than myself, I sighed.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?"

The hair on my shoulders was brushed back now, and hands slid up from my elbows to my shoulders where they rested. "Maybe." he said quietly, then I felt him start on the midnight blue corset strings that went to the bottom of my spine, my hips.

"It's been a long time." Eric said now as he got halfway, making me sense two meanings to it. Since we met, and when we last slept with each other.

"Which one do you mean?" I asked now as he finished, and I heard him chuckle lightly, then he bent down and pressed his lips to my bare neck for a moment before saying. "Which one do you think it is?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." I said, closing my eyes as he kissed up my neck to my cheek. "You can tell me. It'll be our little secret."

That made me growl now, then pull away and turn, holding up the corset he had undone for me. "What the hell do you think you're playing at-! Leave! Now!"

"It's morning." he smirked now, then walked forwards and said, taking my hand in his and leaned down to press his lips to it. "So how can I leave?"

"Go and stand in the sun."

"Harsh." he said now with another smirk, then leaned down once more and kissed me for a split second, then, after judging my reaction after a second, pressed them back to mine for a minuet or two, and when he let me go, Eric frowned at the tears in my eyes that were running red down my face.

"What's wrong my love?" he asked me now, and I shook my head, backing off. "All these years, and you think you're forgiven like that? I can't believe you-!" I slapped him now, but he didn't respond to it, so I went to hit him again, but this time he caught my hand and said. "Stop that."

"Why? I wouldn't have thought you'd be able to feel that, or anything-!" I hissed, yanking my hand from his own, glaring as I did so. Eric looked sour, but he was trying not to- I knew that face well. But now he raised his hands and took my face in them, looking rather sad. "Why do you hate me so much?"

I flinched at that- he thought I hated him... that hurt me so very much, and I think he saw it, as he said. "Do you hate me?"

With that, I groaned and closed my eyes. "Eric, I've known you forever. I could never hate you... you just hurt me."

I let my words sink in now, then he sighed. "I know I'm not perfect-"

"You're damn flawed." I said, coldly I had to admit. Eric was silent, then asked, taking me by surprised. "Can I have another chance?"

I knew right then that I would. Hundreds of years I'd loved that man... and I still did, even though my heart was scarred with the cuts he'd given me over the years.

"No." I told him now, pulling him down to my height so I could kiss him, but he knew what I meant and kissed me hungrily back, but if he thought he was getting any further, he didn't have a thing coming. If he thought I was one of his whores, he was in serious trouble.

"One moment." I asked now, pulling away and stepping out my dress, hanging it back up along with my corset, leaving me in my underdress that was more like a French chemise.

There was wandering eyes when I turned back to him, then he said. "If it wasn't for that blood all over your face, you'd be almost pretty."

I rolled my eyes at that, then went over to the stand next to the bed and picked up the cloth, dampening it with the wash basin and rubbed my face. It wasn't actually a surprise how fast he'd managed to get out of next to all his clothes as he lay on the bed, ankles crossed as I turned around. Practice made perfect no doubt with him.

He probably thought I was going to be a coward and ask him to sleep on the floor as he patted the space next to him. But I smirked and got onto the bed, saying. "Yes?"

Eric scoffed, then I turned my back on him, lying down and pulling the covers over myself, and a moment later as he did the same, I felt arms creep around my waist, then pull me back so he could say into my hair. "You're mine now."

I just kicked him hard in the ankle, and he swore in my ear.

I slept rather well that night, I had to admit, and when I woke up just after sunset, Eric was still there, awake first and reading one of the books that were under my bed.

"Morning." he said, turning the page over, still reading intently. I glanced at the cover now- Jane Eyre.

"Do you actually like that?" I asked now, eyebrow raised. He shook his head. "Biggest pile of shit I've ever read... and I read Romeo and Juliet. Why the hell did I do that?"

I smirked at that, then said matter of factly. "Romeo and Juliet is romantic. Yeah, you don't have anything like that in your thick skull, do you?"

"Correct." Eric said, still reading. If he hated it, why was he still reading it? Yeah, he liked it...

"So..." I pressed now, sitting up and looking over to him. "Say you were in Romeos position, and the girl you loved was in danger, what would you do?"

"Let her die."

"That's harsh." I scoffed, then asked, a new smirk emerging. "What about if that girl was me?"

"Same thing."

I slapped his arm now, and he chuckled. "Maybe let them torture you a little more first."

"You bastard Eric Northman." I said now, getting up, and I saw him looking at me with a smirk now. "So gullible." he commented now, then was up and behind me in a flash as I picked up my corset.

"And how would you know how to do corsets?" I asked now as he started to do it up, yanking it tight, obviously thinking it would hurt me each time he did. But he was wrong. Sadistic asshole.

More like caveman.

"Skills." he said into my ear, and I had to roll my eyes; yeah, I bet he did have some by now.

When we emerged from the bedroom/wine cellar, I could hear a piano being playing- Dorian practicing no doubt. But it stopped now as we walked into the room and he smirked. "I heard nothing. So either you're still in trouble Eric, or you're just plain shit in bed."

Eric looked to me now and said. "May I kill him?"

"You may not." I told him, walking over to Dorian and sat down next to him on the piano bench. I listened to him play, but then Eric walked over and said to him. "Shift."

Dorian scoffed at that, then said. "Make me."

The older vampire looked thoughtful, then grabbed the back of the younger ones coat and picked him up, yanking him off the bench and to the other side of the room, taking the now vacated seat next to me with a smirk.

I gave him a filthy look, then looked to Dorian. "You ok?"

"Yes." he said darkly, looking to Eric. "You were inadequate in bed, weren't you?" he added with a smirk to the elder vampire who just said, raising his hands to the piano. "Much better than you I am prepared to bet."

"Arsehole." Dorian hissed now, standing up, and Eric laughed. "Little boy."

I sighed at the abusive comments they sent each other- it had been expected to be honest. Dorian from day one had been pissed off at this Eric what he'd done to me. He was very loyal to me.

Dorian left now to open the door as it knocked, and Eric started to play the piano in a soft way that surprised me- he knew how to play? Good god what had happened to the world (!)

I listened as he started to play, but then Godric came walking in and said swiftly, making Eric stop playing and us both to turn to him.

"We have to leave." he said, standing before us and Pam who was stood in the doorway looked rather guilty for some reason.

"Why?" I asked, standing up. Godric looked to Eric now and said, sounding rather dark for the first time ever.

"Your progeny is very young. Control her Eric, or action will have to be taken against her." he left now, and I saw Eric glare at Pam, then flash over and yank her outside.

I walked out to Godric now and asked. "What happened?"

Godric sighed, buttoning up his coat. "Pam has fed on and killed numerous humans, and left a trail that led to our house, and then to this one. It's not safe here anymore. Humans are taking action against us already with fire. They're coming now."

"What-!" I roared now, then Godric sighed. "I know my child. Get what you need and wait outside while I talk to Eric and his progeny."

"Rip her fucking head off." I said coldly, and Godric sighed wearily, turning away and left. Dorian was frozen now, then I said quietly. "You heard him. Get what you need or whatever."

"But Frey-?"

"Now."

He bowed his head a little. "As you wish."

I went downstairs and picked up the few personal things that meant alot to me like that white gold bracelet and sketchbooks. I looked around the room, my home with Dorian for so long now... it had felt like home for once, and now we had to leave...

All because Eric had come back with his fucking brat.

I lost my temper now and flashed outside where Eric was scolding Pam, but I grabbed her and slammed her into the side of the house. "You stupid bitch-! How dare you do this in my area! Do you know how long I've lived here-!"

Pam pushed me away now, snarling at me. "Get of me!" but I was the older one by more than eight hundred odd years, and I could easily tear her apart if it wasn't for Eric yanking me back and holding my arms behind my back, but I was of equal strength and elbowed him in the chest, making him let me go.

Someone else grabbed me by my hair now and pushed me into the wall, pinning me there, then a growl in my ear. "Fighting is not an answer-!"

I'd never seen Godric lose his temper before, but he was now as he pinned both me and Eric against the wall, unable to move from the thousand year older vampire kept us there.

"But Godric, she-!" I started, but he hissed, shutting me up instantly. "Freyr, I am losing patience with you and Eric. Both of you are acting so childish and stupid!" He almost yelled the last word, and as I looked as best I could at his expression, it was dark and his fangs were bared... I guessed he hadn't managed to completely control that old version of him just yet.

He let us go now and both me and Eric turned to our teen maker who said. "We've lost valuable time. Come, now."

I gathered up my fallen sketchbooks and put the bracelet back on my wrist now as the situation calmed down. I think Pam knew just how much she had messed up, for she stayed silent the entire time, not retorting back with anything as I snarled at her.

Eric needed to buck up his ideas and learn how to control her. God...

I was saddened as I watched mine and Dorians house burn as the humans attacked it, calling us demons of the night, and that we were damned to hell and worse. Humanity... why Godric tried to understand and sympathize with them so much eluded me- maybe almost two thousand years of existing was getting to his head.

But one thing was for sure-

Me and Eric had grown more distant, not closer...

Everything was crumbling around us once more.

Wow, didn't actually realize how long this chapter was until I finished itXD so viola, extra extra long chapter that I hope you like and review.