Ch. 56 Tying Up Loose Ends
I need to talk to Thor. Maybe he can shed some unforeseen light on the door. Mom said it was destined to be opened and that Eric would do it. But why does he have to be the one to open it? Why does it have to be opened at all?
I was fuming to myself while I worked out with Ambrose.
"Are you going to make it little one?" he chuckled.
I stopped doing a sit up and stood. "Little one?" I asked questionably. "Did you just call me little one? What should I call you? Keep a secret one?"
Ambrose just laughed at me and told me to chill. "Oh Violet relax."
"Relax? You want me to relax now? I can't relax!" I began to hyperventilate and punched the punching bag to my right.
"Or you can punch the shit out of that," Ambrose nodded while I took out my frustration.
When I was done I shook out my hands and ran my fingers through my hair. "I need to speak to Thor."
"Thor? Like the Norse god kind of Thor?"
"Am I any other?"
I zipped around to see a huge man behind me. He was tall, blonde, blue eyed, and one hundred percent pure muscle. "Whoa," I breathed and looked at Ambrose who looked just as shocked as I.
"I know," Thor smiled. "You wanted to talk to me."
I gulped and took a deep breath. "Yes I do. I have a few questions."
Thor came closer and circled around me. His presence felt familiar, just like Eric's in fact. It pained me to think about it. After he was done he looked down at me and gave me a look of curiosity.
"Ask," the Norse god demanded and I began.
"Why was the door created?"
"I cannot tell you," Thor said simply.
"Can't, or won't?" Ambrose asked before I could.
"I do not wish to converse with you damned one. Keep quiet," Thor snapped at Ambrose. My friend's face became furious and a low growl sounded in his throat.
"Do not talk to my friend like that," I replied angrily to the god. He blinked in surprise and his face went sour.
"I am Thor, and I will speak however I wish!" he bellowed.
"And I am daughter of Athena. You are in my house and will abide by my rules," I warned with my tone and lit myself ablaze. "Or else." Thor jumped back and stared at me to see if I was truly and seriously standing up to him.
"You dare?" the god asked bewildered.
"I do. Now answer my questions or fuck off."
Thor stared at me long and hard. His muscles in his arms flexed, his eyes turned to a dark blue, a tick formed in his cheek, but finally he caved. "Fine. Next question."
"How did Eric become the blood of you?"
Thor began to pace in slow strides. "Once upon a time I fell in love a woman. She was mortal and the most amazing being I had ever the privilege to meet. Her name was Alana and I was lucky enough to receive her love back. A time later she became pregnant with my child. However my father did not think it was a good idea to live in the mortal world for too long. Especially since I, like your mother, wanted to give up my godly powers to live with Alana and my new born son."
I listened in amazement with Ambrose and took a step towards Thor. "Does this happen often? Gods falling for humans?"
Thor gave a little laugh. "More than you think, but there have been very rare occurrences when children are born. Eric is the last of my line as far as I know. It pains me to see him over taken by Eris. To be evil is something I am not. I thought he was stronger than this."
I didn't like seeing the hurt in the Norse god's eyes. Literally I couldn't stop myself from giving a hug. He at first didn't know what to do but soon he caught on and wrapped his arms around me too.
"Sorry, I just felt compelled to give you one," I smiled shyly and backed up a little bit.
Thor rubbed the back of his neck. "It was nice. Thank you Violet Knight."
"Ah don't mention it," I chuckled and flicked my wrist at him.
Ambrose cocked an eyebrow. "Interesting."
"So is there any way around this?" I pleadingly asked Thor.
He looked solemn. "No. Not unless you can stop him from opening it. It will take the blood of my line to open and close it. And it cannot be me."
"Thank you for your time."
Thor bowed his head to me and then vanished, leaving Ambrose and I to mull over what we learned.
"Violet more attacks have taken place all over the southern part of Louisiana. About half of them were caused by dark elves and Leona wanted me to tell you, her and the covens can sense a huge surge of dark forces gathering," a werewolf from one of the ten new packs who showed up with the new brotherhoods reported to me. I thanked him and then went to the portal.
I snuck through it without being noticed and was in Caine's garage before I knew it. I saw his black Aston Martin and grabbed the keys from the work table. Swiftly I hopped in the car and drove towards Eric's house. When I got there I saw no one inhibited the inside. Carefully I made my way through the garage and into the kitchen. So many memories flooded me. From the time he made me pancakes to the long kisses. My eyes closed as I touched the tile on the counter. Warm, salty tears dribbled slowly down my cheeks and I headed upstairs to our bedroom.
My chest felt like it was caving in while walking past the door. The bed was untouched from the night where I watched Eric make it. He did it just for me to show how domestic and human he could be. It was one of the funniest things I had ever seen. Partly because he did it so fast it was done before I could blink twice, but he messed up the bed again so he could make it slower the next time. He was determined for me to see it.
After reminiscing in the silly memory I walked over to the bookcase filled with books the both of us loved. From architecture to a steamy romance, we had almost every genre up there.
"You shouldn't be here Violet."
I turned around to see Max. I smiled at him and then turned my attention to a picture frame on the side table by the bookcase. "You know this was on my eighteenth birthday. Eric let me get a little cake on his cheek and he got some on my nose. Except for the whole Sookie thing, it was a great night."
"Violet we need to go," Max whispered and placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Aside from being Eric Northman, the Viking, he was a kind man," I sadly whimpered. "I fell in love with the man, not the legend."
"I know. I know. We need to leave. It's not safe here."
I let Max direct me down stairs and to the Aston Martin. "Hold on Max," I stopped in my tracks and looked back at the house. I wiped the tears from my face and threw a huge fireball the size of a car towards the home. It immediately burst into flames.
"What the hell are doing?" Max asked surprised.
"Tying up loose ends. Come on, I'm not done yet."
When I got to Fangtasia I parked the car and went into the packed building. Max kept ushering me to go back but I stopped listening to him and started looking at all the people and vampires. Apparently just because Eric went evil, his business was still booming. It made me irate. Out of everything that had happened he still had this. This piece of happiness or accomplishment still intact. He still had something he held very dear to him alive and well, unlike what he taken from me.
The bar goers started to stare at me and a few vampires even recognized me I guessed because snarls started to sound. I probably did the unthinkable and stupid by sending fireball after fireball around the bar. People started to scream and vacate as soon as they could. A couple of vampires stayed and tried to take me on. Max asked if I needed any help, and I gave him the answer by lighting all of them on fire.
I exited Fangtasia in a slow pace. Truthfully I wasn't quite sure what I was feeling. A numbness was taking over until I saw Eric's precious Corvette. Again my mind wasn't thinking clear. I bounced a fireball in my hand for a few seconds thinking my decision over.
"Violet I know what you're thinking and I wouldn't do it. You already blew up the guy's house and business."
"Max relax. He has another business," I smiled evilly and lit Eric's pretty Corvette on fire. "We should walk now to our car."
"Yeah, let's go," Max stated in a hurry and jumped in the passenger seat.
When I turned the engine on I saw Eric. He looked infuriated and his manly roar vibrated through the whole Aston Martin. I just gave him a wink and blew him a kiss before speeding off towards Caine's.
After parking the car carefully in Caine's garage and setting down the keys I still received an ear full from Max. Telling me what I did was reckless and something could have happened. I could have died. I could have faced off with Eric again. I could have done this; I could have had to face that.
"Thank you Max," I said kindly. "Hermes! Hermes I need you!" I called to the sky.
"Good evening my darling niece. What can I do for you?" Hermes answered me.
"I need you to send me to Olympus."
Hermes shook his head. "You were just there! You shouldn't go up right now. Especially since Zeus isn't in the greatest moods right now."
"When is he ever?" I asked sarcastically.
"I still think you shouldn't do it," Hermes pressed.
"Again, thank you for the concern but I need to talk to my dear ol' grandfather again."
"Fine," Hermes gave up and snapped his fingers.
In a flash I was standing in front of the god I had only seen for the first time a few days ago. Zeus looked at me with his masculine features and said he should have known I'd be back.
"Thanks for the welcoming Zeus," I lightly snapped.
He gave a grunt of displeasure.
"What?" I asked.
"I don't like you calling me that," the mighty god admitted quietly.
"You don't like me calling you by your name?" I was a little confused. It was like a day ago this guy was kicking my ass and now he doesn't like me calling him Zeus?
"Since you showed up," he sighed to the sky, "I have felt a little different."
"Different how?" What the hell is going on?
"I know what I have done in the past has caused dire effects. I am sorry for this."
Zeus was talking about my parents. How he wouldn't let my mom become human to stay with my dad, and how he wouldn't let my mom rescue him.
"You feel guilty? Good. You should." My response looked like it slapped him in the face.
"And if it not too much trouble, I would like you to call me…grandfather for now on. If you do not mind," Zeus asked a little nervously.
Smiling to him I said, "I think it would be ok."
"Now I suppose you came here for a certain reason," my grandfather affirmed.
"Yes. I need to know if you can help me with anything in this war. An extra power boost or god I don't know!" I stressed and ran my hands over my face.
My grandfather nodded and rubbed his hands together. "I think I can give you this without damaging the deal."
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"Turn around," the mighty god commanded. Hesitantly I did what Zeus said and held my breath.
My grandfather placed his hands on my shoulders and a I became blinded by light. My breathing became shallow, my body began to tingle, and I could feel something coming out of each shoulder blade.
"I give you wings little one," his voice was soft and when I opened my eyes I could see the feathers out of the corner of my eye.
Why does everyone call me little one?
"They're just like Max's," I gushed and lifted off the ground a few feet.
"Don't tell him, but they're better. Practically bullet proof is what humans call it I think," my grandfather smiled at me humbly.
Slowly I drifted back to the ground and willed my wings to disappear. "Thank you," I whispered and hugged Zeus with all my might.
Eris's P.O.V.
Tomorrow night the time will finally come. This pathetic little world will crumble to my feet and Violet Amor Knight will die. Sweet glory will be mine.
I snapped out of my thoughts once I felt Eric coming into the room. Turning to face him I smiled nice and big. "Hello."
"Tomorrow is the big event," the Viking grinned evilly at me.
"It is our big day," I breathed and walked over to him so I could plant a passionate kiss on his delectable lips.
"What do we do now?" he asked and peered deep into my eyes.
"Time to juice you up," I beamed and pressed my hand to his chest.
"Give me all you got."