The next evening and I woke up feeling pretty relaxed, mainly because I hadn't let Eric have his way with me. Someone needed to tell that guy No once in a while.

And he could sulk for however long he wanted, it had been over five hundred years and I wasn't giving in yet.

That same man was still asleep now as I went for a shower- he always slept late, the lazy asshole.

I turned the spacious shower on now, dropping my dressing gown outside and stepping into the lovely warm water. Along with jeans, mobile phones and cars, this was probably one of my favorite inventions.

The peace of the nice warm water didn't last long, and there was a knock on the glass, making me scowl and feel thankful for the steam hiding me.

"Shoo!"

"Really?" he smirked, then went to open the shower door, but I held it closed and said. "Don't be such a pervert!"

"I'm allowed to be." he said then managed to get it open and slipped inside, closing it once more. "Eric-!" I growled now, trying to push him out again, but he just laughed, leaning down and kissed me for a moment before moving to my neck. But before anything else could happen, we both clearly heard a knock on the hotel door.

"They'll go away." he said now, kissing me hungrily, but then it went again, more fervently, and I sighed, pulling away. "Go and get that." I asked him now, and he growled in annoyance, getting out and yanking his dressing gown back on, and I sighed, putting my forehead to the cold tiles, listening... but now I realized that that voice was familiar.

"Is Freyr here?"

Dorian-?

I got out now and grabbed my own dressing gown and pulled it tight around me, going into the main room where I was faced with Dorian, who I ran over and hugged, not caring if I was soaking him.

"Oh it's been so long-!" I said now, and as he let me go, he connected the dots between us both in dressing gowns and disturbed in the shower. "Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt." he apologized, then Eric asked, sounding rather grouchy. "What do you want?"

Dorian sighed. "Can we talk? This concerns you too Eric."

Eric rolled his eyes, then moved out the way, sitting down on the sofa and crossing his ankles, looking sour. Dorian sat down too now and sighed.

"Some vampires have gone missing, and we've tracked them to your area." he told Eric now, and he frowned. "Who is responsible?"

"The group from a hundred years ago. It seems they have reformed." Dorian groaned, and Eric was looking sour again. "That does it. I'm tearing them apart."

"Actually, that's what I was hoping." Dorian said, and I scowled. "Dorian! Don't be so bloodthirsty! I didn't teach you this."

"They have Sebastian." he just said now, then I realized why he was feeling against all this human organization. Sebastian, King of Georgia was a good man, and Dorian was his Sheriff. I'd never say it to either ones face, but I was sure they were maybe a little more than that.

Erics joking was getting to my head now. Dorian wasn't bloody gay- I knew him too well, and Sebastian fancied the pants of me. (Something Eric didn't know, or he'd never let me visit.)

"What-!" I exclaimed now, and Dorian just said. "I have been to see Sophie-Ann, and she just told me to come to you two."

"How the fuck did she know we were here-?" Eric hissed now, and I felt pissed off- couldn't even have a relaxing New Year without something or another happening.

"We're asking for permission to take them down in your area." he asked Eric now, and he just replied. "It's all yours."

"Eric-!" I scolded now and he raised an eyebrow. "What? The guy asked."

"So you're going to let this group of unknown size get torn apart?"

"Yeah." he replied, then looked back to Dorian. "Leave no trace of vampires being responsible, and yes. You may take them out."

"Godric taught us the non-violent way Eric."

"Well he's not here at the moment Frey." he just snapped back, and I growled. "You're going to let this happen? On your own turf-?"

"I'm joining in. Someone needs to end these bastards before they get more in control." he sighed now and added. "Imagine if there is a revelation of us as vampires. They'll gain power... they'll try to eradicate us if we don't eradicate them first."

"Eric..." I sighed, feeling heartbroken that he could be such a monster. Eric groaned, then put his hands on my shoulders. "Trust me on this. Please?"

I shook my head a little, then sighed. "Fine. Do it. But I'm not happy."

Dorian looked between us now, knowing he'd caused some shit when me and Eric had finally made up after five hundred years. I could see that he was looking sorry about it, and I did forgive him there and then- he was loyal to Sebastian, and if that gorgeous now eight hundred year old vampire was in danger, I'd help too.

"Where are these humans holding him?" I asked now, and he sighed. "Here in New Orleans. Everyone's ready for the signal and they'll go in."

"Now?" I gaped, and he nodded. "Yes. Even without Erics approval we were going in. Sorry."

Eric nodded, then stood up and said. "Fine. Wait downstairs and we'll be with you shortly." Dorian left, and I turned on Eric. "This is a bad thing we're doing. I can't believe you-!"

"They would have gone in themselves." he just said, and I scoffed. "That's not the point-! I can't believe Sophie-Ann gave them permission too... can you imagine if it gets out that a secret anti-vampire group was massacred by vampires?"

"Humans don't believe we're real." he just chuckled. "And that is the way it will always probably be."

Eric just grabbed his clothes now and yanked them on, making me realize I had that pretty little dress to wear... in front of all these vampires. Great, just great (!)

When we were both ready, we went downstairs and were faced with Dorian and a young woman of about twenty five, long curly brown hair and deep emerald eyes. A vampire too.

"This is Bianca." he told me now, and I had a sneaking suspicion that was confirmed when he said. "My... well, I changed her."

Bianca was looking a little nervous facing a pair of thousand year old vampires, and Eric was truly massive compared to her, for she was smaller than me.

"This is Eric and my maker Freyr."

"Freyr?" Bianca now frowned. "Like the Norse god?"

"Yeah, that's who I was named after. Vikings were big on gods."

"You're both Vikings?" she asked now, sounding like an intrigued young child. I nodded. "Were. Eric here was chief dickhead."

Yeah, he didn't look at all pleased with that.

Oh dear, now came the massacre...

Godric would be disgusted of us if, and no doubt when he knew...

Just a filler chapter before the next big one, and to see if anyone's still interested in reading more. So reviews are much loved.