Roslyn woke up as the sun set, she got up and saw the man she was currently feeding from standing by the window. She walked up to him and grabbed his arm; she bit hard into his forearm and drank deeply. Then she proceeded to go downstairs to see Russell and his new human toy, Talbot. She rather enjoyed Talbot, more than the others of Russell, as he was a good conversationalist.
Smiling good-naturedly she took her seat to the left of Russell and across the table from Talbot, who sat on Russell's right.
"So Russell, do I get to leave tonight?" Roslyn asked methodically.
Laughing Russell shook his head, "Not yet my dear."
Roslyn slumped in her seat, giving up the fake pretense of being happy. Even after all this time she still longed to be with Eric and Godric, hell she even missed Nora at this point.
"Oh Roslyn, cheer up! Russell has spoken of turning me soon!" Tabot gushed.
Roslyn plastered a smile on her face again, "That's wonderful Talbot. You'll love being a vampire." She turned to Russell, "I've already eaten tonight, may I go out?"
Russell scrutinized her carefully, trying to detect a lie, "Only if Hans goes with you." He said.
Rolling her eyes she agreed, and that's how Roslyn found herself walking out of the mansion with a hulking werewolf. He was firmly holding her upper arm, which she yanked, out of his grip glaring at him. Hans glared back.
"Why don't you just put a leash on me?" she teased and danced away from him.
"Hey! Get back here!" Hans growled.
"Don't worry Hans! I'll come back, maybe." She smirked and turned her back and ran. She had been waiting for this opportunity for so long. Going out with wolves and coming back safe and sound so Russell would trust her. Roslyn laughed as she ran, she was going to find Eric.
However she suddenly felt strange, like something was pursuing her. But no wolf was fast enough and there's no way Russell would have known already. She clenched her jaw, there, a flash of white beside her in the trees. Suddenly there was a huge werewolf standing in front of her. She cried out and vaulted over top of, presumably Hans and began weaving in and out of the trees.
Roslyn felt a cold sense of dread; maybe she wouldn't get away after all. Her leg was grabbed, sharp teeth latched onto her calf. Screaming Roslyn whipped around baring her fangs, hissing she threw her weight into the wolfs' head, hopefully crushing it. It didn't work, Hans rose again, having let go of her leg, and he made to swipe at her with his massive paws, claws fully extended. Roslyn's body flew into the trees with a resounding crunch; she could feel the broken bones within her body, they would heal. She scrambled on the ground to get to her feet. Her body was broken, bones were broken and splintered, stabbing into places they shouldn't; her own blood was soaking her hair and dripping into her face. Blinking away the blood, Roslyn watching the werewolf carefully, he was looking around but apparently not seeing anything, looks like she had managed to do some damage, feeling smug she lifted herself off the ground, she was going to try this, Eric had tried teaching her how to fly; but she had never been successful.
Now it was a matter of life or death, there was no way Roslyn was going to be able to flee from the werewolf on foot. She concentrated harder than she ever had, remembering everything that Eric had ever told her, just remembering the sound of his voice, so smooth and cool, yet tender.
A yowl of frustration broke her concentration, Roslyn looked around wildly, she could see nothing but gray sky, she was flying. Laughing wildly Roslyn looked down at the wolf pacing on the forest floor below her.
Eric woke suddenly, he looked out the window, and night had fallen. He felt a chill creep up his spin. Something hadn't been right, something had been wrong, he had gotten these feelings in the past but never really paid much heed to them. But this seemed serious, that's what had woken him so suddenly; a clenching fear, and as quick as it had happened it had gone away. Maybe he should ask Godric about it.
"Pam." He called.
Almost immediately a tall blonde woman entered his room.
"Yes, Eric?" She drawled.
"Find out what Godric's up to. I wish to speak to him."
"Am I to go all the way to Texas?" She asked a bit miffed.
"Yes, bring him with you if you can." Eric said.
"Hmmph, well alright, seeing as how you asked so nicely." Pam went to leave but paused at the door.
"Go Pam." Eric sighed.
"You aren't going to tell me what this is all about?" She questioned.
"No. Now leave," Eric said.
Pam finally left and Eric was alone. The curious sensation had completely left him that was strange; it had been stronger than ever before. Well all he could do was wait for Godric and pray that he had heard of something similar.
"Eric I'm surprised you didn't do more research before contacting me." Godric scolded.
Eric scowled back, "There aren't very many knowledgeable vampires in this area who I trust."
"Valid point." Godric mused. "Anyways back to the point, Pam right before sunset did you experience anything? Were you frightened by anything, or felt any emotional or bodily harm?" Godric directed at Pam.
"No." Pam answered.
"I have only felt the thing you're describing Eric when one of my Progenies is in distress. Progenies cannot call Makers the way Makers can call Progenies, but they can convey a sort of distress signal." Godric was now giving Eric a knowing look. "Eric I hope you're on the same page as I am? If it wasn't Pam giving you this signal, and you admit you have felt it in the past, even before you made Pam, what conclusion have we drawn?"
"No, no that can't be it." Eric shook his head. "She's dead."
"Who's dead?" Pam asked.
"Eric, you may as well tell her, seeing as how Roslyn may be making an appearance in the future. If she forgives you that is."
"What? Who? What is going on?" Pam demanded.
"Pamela, calm down." Eric sighed and he explained what had happened with Roslyn, everything.
"Wow, so I wasn't your first?" She pouted.
"Of course that's what you'd be most concerned about." Eric rolled his eyes.
He had created Pam some years after he had lost Roslyn, after being so used to the company; Eric found that that is what he missed most. However, Pam was nowhere near the same as Roslyn. The two women had been completely different; Eric found that he adjusted well to Pam though. He didn't have to worry about her, or make sure she wasn't getting into trouble. Pam didn't need to be entertained by him; she did just fine on her own. She was very independent, whereas Roslyn had depended on seeing Eric at least every second night. Pam was very outspoken and almost harsh and Roslyn had been quiet and soft, though she had gotten more confident the more time she spent with Eric.
Eric couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and excitement build up inside of him; Roslyn was alive - well undead still.
"Try calling her." Godric urged.
Eric did, he thought of how badly he wanted her near him, "Roslyn, come here." He said aloud.
Roslyn was suddenly gripped with a stomach clenching need. She needed to go northwest; she had been flying south, towards New Orleans. She was not very familiar with America, Russell had moved them from Germany a long time ago, and Roslyn couldn't remember time periods very well as she had been with Russell for so long.
Her body gave a lurch on its own accord; she was going whether she wanted to or not… Is this what its like when a Maker calls their Progeny? Was Eric calling her? At that thought she threw herself into the strange commanding feeling.
Flying faster than before Roslyn felt excitement build up inside her. Had Eric changed? What was he like now? Did he have another Progeny? Was he still with Godric?
It was a blur, but suddenly she started descending, something just told her too. It was a club, a nightclub called Fantasia, odd. The feeling propelled her past the security guard who was demanding to see an ID; she bared her fangs at him and got no more protest. It was dark and bright lights were flashing everywhere. Roslyn easily spotted Godric, he looked so out of place. She ran to him and threw her arms around him; she had never displayed this kind of affection towards Godric, but she was just so damn happy to see him again.
He laughed, "Ah Little One, so glad you're back with us. We thought you had died the true death." Godric returned her embrace. " Until Eric felt you tonight, you do look a little worse for wear, you'll have to explain after you've seen him. He's been fretting all night, but don't tell him I told you." Godric gave her a smile, which she returned.
The feeling returned, where was he. Looking around wildly, Roslyn looked to Godric for direction; he pointed to a discrete door off to one end of the bar. She practically bounced toward the door, excitement filling her past the brim.
Roslyn knocked respectfully and waited. A tall leggy blonde opened the door, "Yes?"
"Is Eric here" Roslyn asked eagerly.
"He's waiting for someone." The woman went to close the door, but Roslyn threw out an arm and stopped it.
"I'm the one he's waiting for." Roslyn pushed into the room. His back was turned to her, his hands clasped behind his back just the way he used to stand when he was stressing over something.
"Eric!" She practically sang.
He spun so fast and was at her side in less than a second, arms wrapped around her.
"Oh, Love, please forgive me. I can't believe after all these years that I thought you were dead. Nothing I say or do will ever be able to atone for that sin." He was whispering furiously into her hair - which was covered in blood. "Ros, why are you covered in blood? And why do you smell like werewolf?"
Roslyn laughed, "Back to worrying already! I took care of myself all these years and now I'm back and you're worrying again!" She buried her face into his chest.
"You need to get cleaned up." Eric said softly.
Roslyn shook her head, "I don't want to wake up."
"Wake up?" Eric asked.
"Usually right before dawn, as I'm falling asleep, I'll dream of you. And at the end of the dream, you leave. Every time. I've said goodbye to you so many times that I'm not ready to let go so quickly." She explained.
She heard Eric tell Pam to leave them, and then the door clicked open, and then shut. "Tell me what happened."
"I fell into that pit of silver, and I must have nearly died because I don't remember being pulling out or anything. All I remember after that was waking up underground; someone had buried me. I couldn't dig myself out as the dirt was so compacted and I hadn't fed in a long time; I have no idea how long I was actually buried, probably two weeks at least as my wounds had mostly healed. Finally someone dug me out, it was a werewolf. Eric, the vampire who sent the wolves to kill your family is the one who kept me prisoner all these years. His name is Russell Edgington and he lives in Mississippi, however at the time we had been in Germany. I was kept under lock and key for most of my time spent with him. He never let me out of the mansion, except in the last few months I had been asking to go for walks, he let me; he thought he had broken me. I was always accompanied by a group of werewolves, but they complained and soon only one came out with me. Then tonight I ran. But the wolf with me, Hans, was juiced on vampire blood so he was just as fast as me; we scrapped a bit that's why I'm all covered in blood. And then I flew away; I can finally fly Eric! You must have called me then, because my gut told me to come here." Roslyn finished.
Eric just stared at her for a minute. "Yep, you need a bath." He took her hand and led her out of the office. Godric raised his brow as he saw them exit, "I'm taking her back to my house. Come by tomorrow evening?" Eric asked.
"Of course," Godric smiled.
"Pam, can you close up the bar tonight?" Eric asked, though his tone meant he expected her to.
"Sure thing." She drawled looking down at the small girl beside Eric. "See you tomorrow night then."
Eric and Roslyn left Fangtasia and Eric showed her to a fancy car. The car made quick work of getting them to Eric's house. It was large but more inviting than Russell's had been. Roslyn was beaming with happiness, she had finally found her way back to Eric and she couldn't be happier.
Silence followed them as Eric showed her to the bathroom and left her on her own. Roslyn was slightly confused by Eric's silence and by him not staying. She wanted him near her always now; she didn't want him to leave her. However she decided to bathe then. When Roslyn finally felt clean she put on the fluffy white bathrobe she found, then she padded to where she figured Eric would be.
She found him sitting on a large king size bed with sun proof blinds drawn over the windows. He looked stressed, so Roslyn hopped over to him and began kneading her hands into his shoulders. Feeling the tension ease from his body Roslyn smiled.
"Aren't you happy I'm back?" Roslyn pouted.
And easy smile spread across Eric's face, "Of course I'm happy you're back." He spun her around so she was sitting in his lap, "It's a bit disconcerting right now. You were gone for so long, and I guess I've changed a bit. I thought you had left me forever, Roslyn. I thought I was never going to see you again, in my mind you had died the true death; it changed me."
Roslyn frowned and cupped his face in her hands, "It'll be alright. You'll get used to me again." Suddenly a thought dawned upon her, "Unless you don't want me here. You can release me and I'll go away, you have a new Progeny now, so you probably don't need me." Roslyn said thickly taking her hands away from his face.
"No." Eric said fiercely. "You can't leave again." He wrapped his arms around her tightly. He lay back on the bed, taking her with him, then he rolled her underneath him onto her back. Roslyn grinned and wound her arms around his waist and pulled him down on her, his weight fell onto her comfortably.
Eric smirked at her, "Oh you, I have definitely missed this," He pressed his mouth against hers. Roslyn moaned into the kiss.
"Eric, I want so much from you right now." Roslyn groaned.
"Like what?" Eric asked as he kept teasing her mercilessly, slowly untying the bathrobe and discarding it on the bedroom floor.
"I swear to God, if your clothes aren't off in 30 seconds I will rip them off." Roslyn growled.
Eric just laughed and waited. As soon as 30 seconds was up Eric was flipped onto his back, he couldn't help the primitive noise that rose from his throat as he watched Roslyn rise above him and quickly tear his shirt and jeans away.
Roslyn had forgotten how well Eric knew her, and her him. None of the others she'd had after him could have ever compared to him. Roslyn let herself go completely, Click, her fangs gently brushed against Eric's neck, eliciting an unnecessary gasp from him.
"Go ahead," Eric panted.
She sank her teeth into his flesh, and then licked the blood that flowed freely from the puncture. "You taste so good, "
"Ros, it's been so long since we've shared blood." Eric looked at her through hazy eyes.
Roslyn pulled him to her breast, "Bite me." She whispered hoarsely.
Eric eagerly bite her beast and lapped at the blood. Both of them were moaning, and in Roslyn's case whimpering. The act of sharing blood during sex was the most intense sexual act one could commit with another vampire.
Both were spent as the collapsed on the bed. Roslyn turned on her side and curled up against Eric's body with her head resting on his chest.
"Yes, you're not allowed to leave me again." Roslyn whispered.
"I won't, I promise." Eric answered.
"Now we both have incentive to get revenge on Russell." She hissed.
"I'm not sure how wise it would be for us to kill him. The vampire world has changed Roslyn. You've been kept in the dark but it's much different. But I will explain it to you when we wake up." Eric kissed her forehead, "Sleep tight Love."