Selina growled for the hundredth time as she turned, slammed her barefoot against Eric's unprotected side and shoving him off the bed in a loud thud and load of blankets. She sat up, getting on her hands and knees on the bed and crawling to the edge of the bed, peeking over it at Eric, who kicked and pulled the blankets and sheets off of himself.
"Eric, I've had quite enough of your bed hogging ways." She snapped at him. "I know I'm small and everything. But that doesn't mean you can bed hog me to a half inch of space between you and the edge of the bed."
Without a word and using his Vampire speed, Eric was back up and on the bed, pinning Selina beneath him. Gripping her wrists above her head and pressing them into the mattress. Eric had learned quickly in the two days they'd been together that Selina wouldn't do more that toss him around when he got on her nerves, which he took advantage of. He toyed with her like an over neglected rag doll, never drawing too much blood to cross the line, just enough to keep the playing interesting and arousing. Though Eric knew there were a few times he had crossed the line and he deserved for her to punish him for it, but she'd just roll her eyes and continue.
They were both still naked from the sex they had before they fell asleep for the day. It was already hours into the next night and Eric had texted Pam to let her know he wasn't going to go into Fangtasia and to call him if anything happened. Selina had also texted one of her human underlings to let them know she wouldn't being showing and not to worry about her.
Selina licked her lips, her eyes becoming heavy with lust and a blood rush as tilted her head back against the bed slightly. "What are you going to do with me tonight, Mr. Northman?" she asked in a low voice as a slick smile pulled across her face.
"I'm going to call the front desk." Eric answered, kissing her exposed neck.
Selina moaned, "Why?" Her heels dug into the mattress as Eric's fangs clicked out and dragged against her sensitive pale skin. "Going to make them watch us?" A soft laugh bubbled up out of her at the thought of having humans watching two ancient Vampires get it on.
"No," Eric smiled, nipping at the skin of her neck, just above her collarbone. "I'm going to have them bring me somethings." He told her pulling back and getting off the bed.
Selina flexed her wrists, the bruised hand prints on them going away quickly as she folded her arms under her head and watched Eric pick up the hotel room phone and press zero to call the front desk. She listened to him rattle off a pair of numbers and hang up.
"What in a blue whale's ass did you say to them?" she asked as he pulled on his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs.
"Menu code." Eric answered, leaning down and grabbing the hundred percent Egyptian cotton bed sheet off the floor and tossing it over Selina. A knock sounded at the door a few minutes later. Eric flashed to the door and pulled it open, looking at the scrawny male on the other side.
"Here are the things you ordered, Mr. Northman." the male said, holding out a glossy medium sized dark brown box to the Vampire. Selina rolled her eyes at the human, seeing from the bed that he was shaking in his socks.
He's clearly dealt with Eric before. she thought as Eric took the box from him and let the door close in a soft thud.
Eric set the box down on the table in the corner of the room across from the bottom of the bed. He ran his hand across the lid of it, his blue eyes far off in thought. He snapped himself out of his thoughts and opened the box. The inside was lined with a black fuzzy velvet. But from where Selina was laying it was too deep for her to see what was actually in it.
"Well?" she asked. "We only have tonight left before I have to return to work, Eric." she reminded him.
"I know." Eric answered, turning towards the bed. "What work is it that you do, Selina?" he asked, picking up the pillows and arranging them against the headboard. "Besides, watching me."
"That's my concern, not yours." Selina replied. "You know better than anyone about the secret businesses of a Vampire. Especially in this day and age."
Eric nodded, getting the hint. "Lay your back against the pillows. Hands by your sides, legs out and straight as well." he instructed her, going back to the table and box.
"What's the magic word, Viking?" Selina answered, not moving.
Eric looked over his shoulder at her, his eyes far off again. "Please." he said softly.
Selina smiled and moved to lay as Eric wanted her too. "There." she said, wiggling her toes slightly impatient.
"Are you comfortable?" Eric asked, picking up the box with both hands and half turning to her.
"Yeah." Selina nodded.
"Good." Eric said walking over to the edge of the bed next to her and setting the box on the nightstand. "You won't be in a moment." he replied mostly to himself as he reached into the box, pulling out a pair of gloves.
Selina knew by the gloves Eric was pulling on, that they were about to play with silver. Mentally, she sighed as she actually rolled her eyes and her head to the side. "Silver, Eric. You're going to silver me."
Eric smiled, "I am." he answered, pulling on the last glove. He gripped part of the sheet still covering Selina and pulled it off her, letting it pool on the floor. "Any objections?" he asked, smirking like a little devil.
"I haven't fed in a really, really long time." She told him. "Silvering me will weaken me significantly."
"I know it will. I'll have someone brought up for you to feed on after." Eric told her, reaching into the box.
"No." Selina snapped, firmly.
Eric paused and looked at her, "No, what?"
"I won't feed on anyone you bring up here." She clarified. "Just give me some True Blood and I'll be fine."
"I won't give you that shit." Eric snapped, taking his hand out of the box. "That won't strengthen you again."
"I don't care!" Selina yelled. "I will not feed from a human, willing or not. I don't care if you drain a willing human's blood into a glass and bring it to me, I won't touch it."
"You're being childish, Selina." Eric barked.
Selina narrowed her eyes at him and Eric growled at her, going into the box and pulling out a long chain of silver. He took her left wrist and wrapped the chain around it. Selina moaned, pressing her back into the pillows at the burn raced up her arm. Eric pulled out another long chain of silver and wrapped it around her right wrist, then did the same to both ankles. Eric paused holding the last and thickest chain in his hands, he stared at Selina, who had her eyes squeezed shut and her hands balled up into fists trying to block out the pain of the silver. Deciding she had enough silver, Eric put the last chain back.
"Pussy." Selina's voice hissed as she opened her eyes to look at him.
"You want me to lay it on you?" Eric asked.
"Yes." Selina nodded, her body relaxing.
"It's your wish." Eric said, taking the chain back out and laying it on the edge of her ribcage.
He gave Selina enough time to relax as much as she could with the silver on her, then he sat on the edge of the bed next to her. "I bet you know with this is." Eric said holding something up for her to see. Selina looked at the object in Eric's gloved hand. It was a long, about four and a half to six inches, shiny, thin and round where it was held, but as it got to the other end it widened and flattened out like a pumpkin scoop, one side of it was sharp and the other side flat. It was clearly and obviously made of silver.
"It's an Angel's Key." Selina answered, staring that the object. "Created in the mid 1800's as part of a Vampire torture kit, that never got off the ground to start with." she chuckled, shaking her head. "Poor Simon, he desperately wanted to catch one of us and use it."
"You knew the man that created it?" Eric asked.
"Eh," Selina shrugged, then hissed as the silver on her ribcage shifted. "I saw him at a party once in Boston. He was talking about it to another man there, I believe he was either a Slayer or someone that did things with inventions. Something like that."
Eric nodded, "So you know what this does."
"I do." Selina nodded. "It cuts, burns, bruises and breaks."
"Very good." Eric smiled, his face full of amusement. "But I won't be breaking or bruising anything with it." he said, touching the flat side to the side of her neck.
Selina hissed, drawing in her bottom lip and biting it. Eric let the Angel's Key set there for a moment before lifting it. He moved his hand down and pressed it to her sternum. He smiled hearing her cuss, then moved it again and pressed it to her side between two of her ribs.
"I want to play a game with you, Selina." He said, his head tilted and wonder in his eyes as he watched her heal.
"Shit, I thought we were."
"Oh no, I'm just doing this to see how far I can push you, until you snap and rip my arms off and beat me with them." Eric laughed. "I want to play a question game."
"Like twenty question?" Selina asked, flexing her ankles as the silver on her ankles go a bit deeper into her skin.
"No, like..." Eric looked up at the ceiling, thinking over his words. "an interrogation."
"Great." Selina groaned, drawing out the word with mock sarcasm. "What are you going to interrogate me about?" she asked looking at him.
"General things." Eric answered.
"And if I don't answer?" Selina smirked.
Eric smirked back at her, taking the Angel's Key and touching it to the middle inside of her thigh. "That's what happens." he told her, watching her eyes roll and squeeze shut.
"You better make this up." She warned him.
"I will." Eric answered, kissing her cheek lightly. "Now, tell me where you are originally from. Before you were a Vampire."
"The land where Merlin was born." Selina answered.
"Specific." Eric said, taking his index finger and pushing on the silver chain on her left wrist.
"Wales." Selina hissed. "I was a Pict."
"A what?" Eric frowned.
Selina turned her head and looked at Eric in the eyes. "A Pict. The Vikings use to call us Woads, for the paint we wore into battle."
Eric smiled, "The original pagans." he laughed.
"Something like that, yes." Selina laughed too.
"Who's your Maker?" Eric asked, ghosting the Angel's Key up and down her thigh.
"Elias."
"Is he still around?"
"No." Selina answered, biting her lip.
"How'd he meet the True Death?" Eric pressed.
Selina paused, her eyes loosing focus as the memory of loosing her Maker flooded to the front of her mind. She pressed her lips together and swallowed, shaking her head. "I don't...I don't wanna go there, Eric." She told him, not meeting his eyes. "As-ask me another question." she looked at him then, bloody tears rimming her eyes. "Please."
Eric nodded, understanding. "Do you have any Vampire siblings?" he asked. "I know you said you have at least one. Do you have any others?"
"No including Jayven, there are two others." Selina answered. "Felix and Mike."
"And where are they?" Eric asked, touching the Key to her kneecap.
"Jayven and Mike met the True Death." Selina replied, growling. "I haven't seen or heard from Felix in almost seven hundred years. I don't even know if he's still around."
Eric nodded, picking the Key up from her kneecap. "Do you have Children?"
"No and I have no desire to make any." Selina snapped. "And before you ask, I haven't made any because it's my personal choice. It's not that I don't want to expanded out race and shit. I just never wanted to turn anyone."
"Fair enough." Eric answered, then turned his head to the side away from her.
"It's my phone." Selina said. "Give it to me."
Eric looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Word."
Selina rolled her eyes. "Please, give me my phone." she corrected herself.
Eric smiled and grabbed her phone answering and pressing it to her ear with one hand has he freed her left hand. As the silver came away from her wrist, Selina's hand popped up and slapped him across the face, splitting his lip and replacing his hand on her phone. "Yeah, Chris?" she answered, holding her phone with her shoulder and freeing herself completely, hissing along with it.
Eric pushed her in the side of the head, getting up and collecting the silver to put them and the Angel's key back in the box. When he was finished, he got on the room phone to order Selina her bottle of True Blood, grimacing as he did. By the time Selina hung up with who she was talking to, the True Blood arrived and Eric had warmed it up for her.
"Thanks." She smiled, taking it and sipping it.
"Something important?" Eric asked, pulling on his jeans.
"Yeah," Selina nodded, taking a few gulps of the fake blood. "I have to go. It's really important and apparently can't wait until tomorrow night." she said, setting the True Blood on the nightstand and getting up.
"Alright." Eric nodded, a bit crushed that she had to go before he could make up for his interrogation.
"I'm really sorry." Selina said, pulling on her shirt. "I'll come by the club on Thursday and we can pick up where we stopped, if you want."
"Sure."
Selina nodded, standing on her tippy toes and kissing Eric on the lips lightly. "Behave, while I'm gone." she teased him, going back by the edge of the bed and slipping on her shoes.
"I will." Eric smirked as she walked to the door. "Hey, Selina. One more question though."
"Okay." she nodded, her hand gripping the door handle.
"Is Selina your real name or did you change it?" he asked.
"It's my real name. But I changed the spelling of it around the 60's." she told him. "I got really into the whole hippie movement." she chuckled, blushing down at the carpet.
"I want to give you a nickname." Eric blurted out randomly.
Selina looked up at him, softly. "Do you?"
"Yeah, I just don't know what." He admitted.
"In my human life a family member, I don't remember which, use to call me, Nena." Selina told him, her face in deep thought.
"Nena?" Eric repeated.
"Yeah, it means 'little girl'." Selina explained. "I was smaller than everyone else, still am." she laughed. "So, that's what they called me."
"Nena." Eric said it again, rolling it around his mind and liking it. "Nena, I like it. I'll keep it." he nodded, agreeing with himself. "Nena." He smiled at her and she smiled back.
"Good day, Eric." Selina said, opening the door. "I'll text you before I go to ground for the day." she called over her shoulder.
"Same to you, Nena." Eric laughed, watching her go.