A/N: I'm baaaack! So sorry for the long delay, but I am NOT done with this story :) enjoy!
They arrived in Germany with no problems; Nora had split when an opportunity had come up for her to become a part of the vampire council, now it was just Godric, Eric and Roslyn. It took them a few hundred years hunting down werewolves and trying to get information out of them for them to actually get any solid location out of them. The wolves were very loyal and vigilant; they were also hopped up on vampire blood, so it took all three of them together to question one wolf.
But they finally got a location out of a wolf. It took them a few nights to get organized, they found the specific location and scoped it out, there didn't appear to be any sentries, but they were still cautious.
It was the night they planned a raid, another vampire, a friend of Godric's, had been taken and they were pretty sure the wolves were behind it. They were carefully coming up from the back of the den, taking cover in the trees.
"Check the perimeter, Ros." Eric demanded, his eyes flashing. The moment had come; he was finally going to avenge his family.
"Are you sure Eric?" Roslyn asked hesitantly.
"Of course, be quick about it." He scowled; patience was not one of his best traits.
"Eric, are you sure that is wise?" Godric asked frowning.
"Yes! Roslyn, as your maker I command you, check the perimeter!" Eric snarled, finally losing all his patience.
Roslyn shut her mouth with a snap.
"Eric." Godric tried to deter him, but Roslyn was already gone. Godric frowned, "Eric I believe you just made a very grave mistake."
Roslyn ran as fast as she could through the trees, trying to keep her senses running at top speed. Suddenly she felt the ground beneath her give way, she screamed as she fell into a pit filled with silver. Her screaming reached its highest point as the silver burned her skin all over. She couldn't move and she couldn't even try to escape. Roslyn cried for Eric, tears running down her face, she had never experienced pain like this before. Where was her maker when she needed him most?
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Eric was waiting eagerly in the forest with Godric, "She should be back soon." He said confidently.
Then a blood-curdling scream came up from the woods in front of them. Eric's eyes opened wide, he made a start towards the scream, "Roslyn!"
"We need to get out of here, fast." Godric grabbed Eric's arm and began to drag him away.
Then Eric heard his name being screamed, his progeny was in pain, he couldn't even stand to hear her. He felt his heart tearing, part of him told him to follow Godric, but the other part told him to go rescue Roslyn. "Godric, I can't leave her; I just cant." Eric's voice was filled with agony as he listened to the continued screaming.
"Eric, you made your choice, you misused your power as a maker and commanded your progeny to go into an ambush, and just so you could kill some wolves. Was it worth it, was it?" Godric's eyes were flashing; rage was very evident in his voice, as well as regret and blame.
It was a blur as Godric lead Eric back to their hideout. They stayed there until it was very clear to Eric that Roslyn was not coming back. Eric had yet to cry since becoming a vampire, not once; not until he had lost his first progeny. Tears stained his face and clothing red, he felt as though a piece of him had died. Eric could never forgive himself for abandoning Roslyn to the wolves like he had, it was despicable, and he disgusted himself.
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Godric was beside himself; Eric was losing his mind over the loss of Roslyn. In all their years together he had never seen Eric act so human; he holed himself up in the basement of the house they were renting and didn't leave. He was essentially starving himself; to ensure he didn't die Godric threw down a human every other day. Godric felt as though he were partially to blame, he was the one who had urged Eric to abandon his progeny. All he could hope for was that Eric would snap out of this coma like state and be his old self again.
A/N: Soooo... what did you think? :P