"I'm glad to have you back, Luna." Eric said, brushing her hair from the side of her face and resting his hand on her cheek.

They were laying in bed, facing each other. It was two hours after sunset and Godric had already gotten up an hour before them to go out and start feeding. So, the couple just laid there alone enjoying each others company, kissing and cuddling. Luna felt the contentment, that had left her at some point on her return to Stockholm, settle back into her body and deep into her bones. It made her smile.

"What are you smiling about?" Eric smiled at her, kissing the tip of her nose softly.

"You." Luna replied, opening her eyes and looking into his. "How happy I am to be back here with you." Eric smiled brighter and kissed her again.

"Bet I'm happier than you are." he teased.

Luna giggled, licking his cheek. "You don't taste like it." she teased back.

"Oh really?" Eric raised at eyebrow at her. Luna nodded at him, still giggling like a little girl. Eric huffed, rolling her onto her back and hovering over her. "Now, how would you know what my happiness would taste like?" he asked tickling her. Luna squirmed, laughing hysterically and trying to pull Eric's hands way from her sides.

"Cause I know!" Luna laughed.

Eric paused, letting her breathe. "So, tell me what it tastes like?"

"Metallic-y." Luna panted.

"Really." he mocked.

"Yeah, warm and metallic-y."

"I can see the see the warm part, not the metallic-y bit."

"True, doesn't taste like that to you. Probably sweet, sticky and warm." Luna told him, her breathing evened out.

"Cinnamon rolls?" Eric asked, all serious.

"Have you ever had them?" Luna asked raising her eyebrow with an attitude.

"No, they weren't around when I could eat human food, I've heard a lot about them though. I'll have to get you one." Eric replied, a thoughtful expression on his face like he already made up his mind about getting her the pastry.

"Seems all the food you can't eat ties its self to me." Luna observed. "I'm surprised that I'm not an Oompa-Loompa yet."

Eric throw his head back laughing, "That won't happen, Luna. Not with my blood in you, it makes your Metabolism work harder. So, you'll stay at a healthy weight despite what I feed you." he explained.

"That's comforting." Luna rolled her eyes at him. "More reasons for you to feed me crazy things." Eric leaned down and kissed her on the lips, quieting her protests about the contents of her stomach.

He had a love of feeding Luna since he watched her take away the biggest pizza he'd ever seen in his life. It was Jay's real NY Pizza in downtown Shreveport. He'd taken her there after she'd begged him for 3 nights in a row too. Giving in, he took her to the stupid pizza joint, let her order and paid. By the time he finished paying and got to the booth she was sitting in, Luna had already put away 2 and half slices of the pizza. He'd sat there in utter shock, and purely turned on, watching this little petite, maybe 100lbs with all her clothes on soaking wet, girl wolf down an extra, extra large, 12 slice, double cheese pizza and not take a single sip of her large Dr. Pepper until it was all gone. All that took her maybe 35minutes to do. It was from that point Eric realized that she'd be perfect to help him with his food fetish and he was right.

"Talking about food," Eric said against her lips. He released his fangs, making Luna smile. "I'm rather hungry." Luna smiled slickly at him and turned her head to expose her neck to him. Eric rumbled with hunger and turned on as he sunk his fangs into her neck. Luna groaned, gripping his sides and pressing their chests together. She exhaled lightly, tilting her head back and to the side to expose her neck more to him. Eric licked at his fang marks on Luna's neck, lapping up the small trickle of blood coming out of them.

"I love you deeply, Eric." Luna whispered to him shivering.

Eric frowned at her, running his hands up and down her arms. "Are you cold or something?" he asked her.

"No, just a bit shaky is all." Luna answered as Eric covered her up.

"Okay, why don't you stay here and I'll go get you some tea." he suggested getting out of bed.

"Alright, Can I have my Vanilla tea?" Luna asked snuggling under the blankets.

Eric nodded going out the bedroom door. He flashed down the stairs to the kitchen, taking Luna's favorite cup out of the cabinet, getting the tea bag from the little jar they were stored in on the counter by the refrigerator and the honey from the pantry. Setting the full kettle on the stove to boil and setting the cup up from the ready, Eric leaned back against the sink as Godric walked into the kitchen, a glow about him that came from a healthy feed.

"Tea, Eric?" Godric smiled teasingly at his Viking.

"For Luna." Eric answered, pouring the boiling water into the cup and turning the stove off. "To see if it will help her shakes."

"Shakes?" The boy frowned. "What kind of shakes?"

Eric shrugged, "Like if she was cold, why?"

"Is she not cold?"

"No, she said she wasn't and the thermostat is up to 90 in the bedroom, she was pinkish color when I came down here." Eric explained, becoming concerned with the vibe he was getting off his Maker.

"When you take Luna her tea, may I take a small amount of her blood?" Godric asked. "Just to test."

"Why?" Eric demanded, slightly panicked.

Godric rubbed Eric's arm, reassuringly. "I'm sure it's nothing. But humor an old Vampire, Eric. If it is anything you will be the first to know, without a doubt, my Child."

Eric wanted to argue with Godric, demand that he tell him what he seemed to worried about and what it meant for Luna. But knowing that Godric would not tell him until he was sure and would command him to wait until other wise wasn't something he could tolerate, he couldn't tolerate it to start with. So, finishing up Luna's tea, he took it up to her, Godric following intently behind him. Luna was hidden under the blankets, her face red from the heat in the room and under the blankets covering her.

"Luna, tea." Eric whispered, pulling the blanket off her and wiping the sweat from her cheek.

Luna sat up and took the steaming cup from Eric and gulped some of it down, she looked at Godric, who was still standing in the bedroom door. She raised an eyebrow at him in question and he came closer to her, sitting next to her on the bed.

"Luna, Can I have some of your blood?" He asked. "Less than a mouthful."

"Yeah, of course." Luna nodded, offering her wrist to him.

"No, I need it from your neck." Godric clarified.

Luna frowned at Eric, "För helvete, Eric." (The fuck)

"Humor him, Luna." Eric replied. "Please."

Sighing, Luna tilted her head to the side, hissing as Godric's fangs sank into the sensitive skin and muscle there. Godric let a good amount of Luna's blood into his mouth. Pulling back from her neck, he rolled the bit of blood around his tongue, letting his heightened senses break it down and analysis it. Everything about her blood seemed normal, it tasted fine, but there was a strange super underlying ting to it that frustrated Godric immensely. Getting up and going into the bathroom, he spit her blood out into the sink and rinsed his mouth out with mouthwash.

"I never thought I'd be so offended by someone spitting my blood out of their mouth, but I am." Luna deadpanned.

"Why did you spit her blood out, Godric?" Eric asked, offended himself by the action.

"Her blood is bad." Godric frowned up at Eric.

"My blood is what?" Luna snapped up.

"He doesn't mean it like that, Luna. He means your sick." Eric explained.

"Very sick." Godric added.

"How bad?" Eric asked, freaking out inside, but staying calm on the outside for Luna's sake. "Not Hepatitis D?" his voice almost broke into a beg as the words passed his lips.

"No, no. Nothing like that. Its something she can get over completely. But no amount of our blood will cure it and we can't drink from her or it will get us sick. It's in the beginning stage, that's why she's shaky." Godric explained.

"Stop talking like I'm not here!" Luna yelled, shoving her way in between them. "What's wrong with me and how'd I get it?" she demanded.

"It's a rare illness humans get from feeding off Vampires. It only happens when a Vampire feeds off a human with bad blood, poisoned by drugs, diseases or something. They won't get what makes the blood bad from the person through the blood they drink from the Vampire, but they get a sort of...cold, I guess you can call it. It won't kill you, but you'll get very sick." Eric explained to her, wiping the sweat from her face again. "It's something that in impervious to Vampire blood and can make the Vampire just as sick if they ingest it."

Luna rolled her eyes and head, plopping down on the bed. "Great. What are the fucking symptoms to this?"

"Shakes, high fever, chills, body aches, extreme upset stomach, vomiting, headaches..." Godric began to explain to her.

"So, a cold from hell?" she growled. "How long does it last?"

"A few days to a week," Eric told her. "Maybe longer." Luna's shoulders and body slumped in despair.

"Lovely. But I have one question for the both of you." she eyed them with a sinisterness that frightened both of the hardened Vampires. "Which one of you gave it too me?" The two looked at each other, a silent conversation going on between them and Luna not missing a beat with her sinister expression aimed at them. They looked back to her and Godric gulped.

"It was me." he whispered. "Eric hasn't fed on another human since you and he got together. But I have. I'm so sorry, Luna." Luna growled deeply at him.

"And you made me apologize to him for making him cry in the tub!" She ranted. "Should get you back in the tub and dissolve your eyes out with soap."

"Now, Luna." Eric smiled, taking on his own sinister expression.

"I'm serious! I hate fucking being sick to start with." she bantered.

"Would you like me to something for him for you, my little human?" he asked, sensing a game afoot. Luna matched his sinister smile and Godric tried to sink himself. It was hard enough dealing with Eric when he got into one of these moods, but not to have Luna in one with him...

"Han är din." she smiled. (He's yours)

Eric grabbed Godric and tossed him on the bed, Godric landed on the bed in an umph. Luna twisted around on the bed and slid up to lay against the headboard. She licked her lips seeing Godric's frightened face as he recovered.

"Eric." she whispered not looking away from the ancient Vampire, stopping Eric cold in his steps. "Don't hurt him. I don't want a single mark on him, understand."

"Understood, Luna." Eric nodded, grabbing Godric by the ankle and sliding him closer. "Why don't we have a home style vacation?" he suggested, slipping his hand up Godric shirt and rubbed his tone belly, turning Godric on fully.

"What do you have in mind, love?" Luna asked, vibeing off Godric and Eric's energy.

"We go to the Hyatt get their best soundproof room and stay there for a few days." Eric said, raking his dull fingernails down Godric's stomach. "That way I can keep an eye on you in one room, while you're sick and I can punish Godric for getting you sick as well."

"And feed me." Luna added with sass.

Eric smiled, licking his lips at her, both getting really turned on as was Godric feeling their emotions through the bonds they share and seeing it all over their faces. Godric's fangs ran out, one fang going through his bottom lip. Eric looked down at his Maker, concern on his face as Godric retracted his fangs to release his impaled lip and watched the hole close instantly. He pulled his hand from under Godric's shirt and touched his lip where the hole had been, then kissed his lip tenderly, making Godric frown at him.

"Why did you do that?" he asked when Eric pulled away.

"Do what?"

"Kiss me where the wound was, like a mother would her child with a scrapped elbow." Godric's frown softened some.

"I don't know, I just did." Eric said softly, looking away from his small Maker.

Godric reached up and comfortingly stroked Eric's cheek, soothing his confused Child. Feeling Eric's uncertainty about his continuing gentle nature and tenderness, a new feeling and experience for the Thousand year old Viking. He hasn't had such emotions since his human life and even then they were weak feelings as he rebelled against his father and mother, running wild as he pleased and not caring about anything else but himself. Eric hung his head, his forehead resting on Godric's tattooed shoulder.

"You're rubbing off on him, Luna." Godric whispered, running his fingers through Eric's short blond hair.

"I know," She answered, still sitting back against the headboard watching the two. "He's rubbing off on me."

"You're nothing like me." Eric growled picking up his head and looking at her.

"Not like that, Eric. She means in other ways." Godric answered, his fingers still in Eric's hair.

Eric sat up, fixing his shirt in nervous energy that's come over him. "Come on, get ready. We're leaving soon." he told them, leaving the room. Luna frowned as he left and looked at Godric.

"Is he okay?" she asked him.

"Yes," Godric smiled getting up. "He's not use to being gentle like he was being. But he'll get use to it, don't you worry." he told her, pressing a kiss to her cheek.