Chapter Four:Fjórir
Hello my lovelies! I am back with a new chapter to Sweet Dreams! Yay! I am so sorry that it is taking me so long to get out new chapters, but this year has been a whirlwind of activity school wise. Not only am I worrying about work, my classes, and my clubs, I am also trying to get things done for a club trip to D.C. and an event that displays different cultures called Intercultural Night. Well, anyway, that's what I've been doing. Now that I have been able to catch a little break, I am uploading a chapter that I just finished and I'll be posting a quote then on with the magic!
"To love at all is to be vulnerable."
- C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
And on with the magic!
kykyxstandler: Well hello again lovely, it's so good to hear from you. Thank you so much for your continued support and I'm glad to hear that you like Des. I wanted to make sure that she wasn't too perfect a character. As for your thoughts concerning Eric and Godric, I think you may be on the right track. We'll just have to see what comes next.
Synder Draconis: Hello new lovely! I am always so glad to hear from new reviewers. I'm so glad that you like my story. I've had the idea for this story for so long in my head and it went through so many different revisions before it came to be what is uploaded on FanFiction. As for what I have in store next, I'm also excited about it. I have so many ideas fro what I want to have happen, but I still need to work on getting from where I am now and what I have planned.
DearShay: Hello new lovely! I thank you for your compliment. It's things like this that makes me want to continue on writing. As for meeting the boys, she will meet Eric in this chapter. Meeting Godric, however, will take some time.
Guest: Well hello lovely. I am sorry for the delay, but here you go.
RebelRae: Hello new lovely! I'm happy to hear from you. As for the iron, that's why I picked that as the weapon to use against Des. It would be one of the most effective weapons to use against her to get her down before she can try to use her powers or fighting skills against them. Hopefully the scene was believable rather than seem a little hard to believe.
Kyokkou: Hello new lovely! Thank you so much for saying that Des is such a good character. I strive to make all of my characters seem human even if they aren't necessarily human themselves. I feel like every living thing has its flaws and that nothing can be perfect. All of the little imperfections you find in things is what makes something beautiful. Wow, ok, off topic there...Anyways, the Impala was a Supernatural reference, but the triplets' names were something that happened without me planning it.
Alright, looks like I've gotten everything taken care of so it looks like we'll just get on with the story.
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I could hear Tara and Sam arguing about Tara's state of uniform while I carried over an order for one of the tables.
"Here's an order of loaded skins and a pitcher of Bud," I said with a smile. "Is there anything else you'll need?"
"No," the booth full of men replied at once. With a nod, I made to walk away but one of the men had grabbed my ass. My anger flared at the action and I was going to lash out at the man if it hadn't been for René ripping the man's hand away.
"You wanna let go of the lady you?" he asked the man whose face was smooshed into the table. "Or you want me to knock you into next week?"
"Damn it," the man hissed. "You're about to break my arm."
"Apologize," René ordered firmly.
"Sorry."
As soon as the words left the man's lips, René let him go and stepped back.
"Maybe you and your friends should find someplace else to eat, yeah?" René suggested in a thinly veiled threat. The men were quick to jump up from the booth and scurry out of the restaurant. One man dared to give René a glare as he left.
"Don't look at me you."
"Thank you René," I smiled to the nice Cajun man.
"No problem," he dismissed with a small smile. "You remind me of my baby sister. I hope to God that somebody will stick up for her if some asshole ever does her that way."
It was subtle but I could sense a change in his aura. What is that, I pondered while I kept my smile in place.
"I should get back to my tables. Thanks again René."
As I walked away from him, my mind kept rewinding back to René's change in aura. Was René not who he seemed to be? Could René be the killer? I mean, he hasn't been in Bon Temps long and we hardly know anything about him. Hmm, I'll have to keep an eye on him. After reaching that decision, my shift passed quickly until Sookie had stopped me as we were getting off our shifts.
"Hey Des, would you come with me over to Bill's?" she asked. "I don't want to go alone."
"Sure, I'd be happy to. I've gotta drop off the numbers anyway."
Five minutes later we were in Sookie's car and driving to Bill's house.
"Hey Sook."
"Yes?"
"Have you drunk any of Bill's blood?"
The car slowed for a few seconds when Sookie froze, but the speed was quick to steady itself.
"Why do you ask?"
"Because Bill can be brainwashing you through his blood. I just don't want him to take away what makes you you."
"But he can't glamor me."
"The blood works differently Sook. He can make you have feelings you normally wouldn't have."
The car was then quiet while Sookie thought over what I said. Good, she really needs to think over this before she enters a relationship with Bill. After a good two minutes of silence, I couldn't stand it anymore so I turned the radio on to a soft rock station. The beginning to 'Shoot to Thrill' by AC/DC came over the speakers that I happily rocked out to which Sookie shook her head to. She's just jealous of my awesome dance moves. When we pulled into Bill's driveway, I was the first one out of the car. I caught the scent of more than just Billy boy in the house, so I needed to be extra vigilant. I led us up to the large door only to hear loud music coming from inside. Well, we better get this over with so we can get back home. Just as I raised my hand to knock, a black woman with an afro opened the door.
"Hey there little human chicks," she greeted with a smirk.
"Hi," I returned evenly. "Would Bill Compton be in right now? I have some numbers to drop off for him."
"Maybe."
I groaned inwardly at her answer. It was a simple yes or no question. From behind the woman in the doorway, a male vampire joined her.
"They smell fresh," he grinned, feral eyes landing on me. "Especially this one."
Both of their fangs dropped as they moved closer then made Sookie jump when one showed up behind us.
"Maybe you ought to come on inside," the make vampire in the doorway suggested.
"That is a lovely idea," I agreed cordially. "Thank you."
When the two blocking the doorway moved, I pushed my way towards where I smelt Bill.
"Hello Bill," I grinned to the vampire sitting in the corner of the living room, completely ignoring the human on the other couch.
"How dare you just barge in here," the bald vampire who had showed up behind us seethed in anger.
"Here are the numbers you wanted Bill."
"You insolent-," the female vampire began as she raised a hand to slap me. Due to my lightning quick reflexes, I was able to catch her hand.
"Please keep your hands to yourself," I smiled sickly sweet to her while my eyes glowed a bright silver in anger. "Or else I can easily remove it for you."
I could feel and smell her fear in reaction to my words. The other two male vampires made to come forward to attack, but stopped in their tracks when they met my glowing eyes.
"If you'll excuse us Bill, that was all we stopped by for."
I then turned on my heel to leave, but on my way I did catch something interesting.
"Just to let you know," I called over my shoulder once Sookie was in front of me. "The human has Hep D."
Satisfied that they got my message, I continued on my way out of the house.
"I'll walk back home Sook," I told her softly. "I'll keep their attention on me so that you can get back home safely. Remember not to invite anyone in."
She gave a short nod before she hurried off in her yellow Honda. I could tell that none of the vampires from Bill's house were following Sookie so I focused instead on myself. Luckily they weren't trailing me because I couldn't afford to let my cover be blown. The rest of my walk home passed without incident so as soon as I got home I headed up to bed. Hopefully my day off will be uneventful…
Well, that didn't happen. I was just lazing about in my living room watching tv when my phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered, halfway paying attention to what was playing on the tv.
"Hey Des, would you come with me to get Dawn?" Sookie asked over the phone.
"Isn't today our day off?"
"Sam called and asked me if I could do it."
I let out a sigh while I scrubbed my face with my free hand. There goes my relaxation day.
"I'll meet you at your car," I relented. "I'll be there in five."
I quickly hung up the phone then stuffed it in one of my back pockets of my jean shorts. After that I ran to my front door so that I could pull on a pair of purple high tops and hop out the door.
"C'mon Des," Sookie called from the open door of her car. "I'll die of old age before you get in the car."
"Shut up Sook, I'm comin'," I grumbled as I neared the car and slid into the passenger seat. While Sookie drove, I crossed my legs and leaned against the door with my head resting on my fist so that I could could grumble underneath my breath the whole way to Dawn's house. As we neared the house, I could catch faint traces of a male's scent. That itself didn't surprise me. Dawn was known to have many male friends. However, the scent I smelled was what bugged me. I knew the name that belonged to it, but for the life of me I couldn't think it. I couldn't even think of a face. Within ten minutes we pulled into the driveway and walked up to the front door. I was the one to knock while Sookie called out.
"Dawn...it's Sookie and Des. Honey, you overslept."
There was no answer so I moved from the outer door to the inner door to see if that would work better. When she still didn't respond, I went ahead and tried the door handle only to find that the door was unlocked. What the hell?
"Dawn," I said cautiously into the eerily calm and quiet except for the blaring of Dawn's alarm clock.
"Are you here?" Sookie assed. The farther in we walked into the house, the more destroyed it looked. What the hell happened here? My question was answered when the scent of death hit my nose. It seems the serial killer has struck again. I knew Sookie was going to scream no matter what so I fished out my phone and dialed 911.
"911, what is your emergency?" came the immediate reply.
"I'd like to report a homicide at 1365 River Dr. My friend and I came over to see the deceased but found her body. There looks to be no signs of the killer."
"We're dispatching a squad car to you now. Please stay on the line until the authorities arrive."
While I had the operator on the line, I ventured into the bedroom to make sure Sookie didn't try to touch the crime scene. Thankfully she was still in shock after she had screamed.
"Don't touch anything Sook," I told her. "We don't wanna tamper with evidence."
As I said this, I took in the scents around us. One I could detect under the cover of death was Jason besides the scent I couldn't place that reeked with the undertone of sex. The more I took it all in, I could make out the mystery scent that belonged to René. I knew it! I knew René was the killer! But the question that needed to be answered was why did he do it. I didn't get the chance to think about it more because Jason tried to get past me into the room.
"You don't want to do that," I advised him just as the sirens sounded from outside.
"The sheriff has arrived," I told the operator.
"Then I'll hang up and let the officers take over."
The next half hour was filled with Sheriff Dearborn and Detective Bellefleur questioning Sookie, Jason, and I. Sookie and I told them everything we knew that ended with Jason being thrown in the back of a squad car. That wasn't the most ideal outcome, but there wasn't anything I could about it. I don't have any proof that is was in fact René, so the only suspect they had was Jason. As soon as I got home I sent Agnar to gather some information on both René and where Dawn would hang out on her days off. Wait, this means I don't have a day off.
Hours later found me busting my ass to cover all of my tables plus a share of Dawn's. It is such a good thing I'm not human, I grumbled to myself while I expertly weaved through the crowded restaurant. Thanks to my supernatural speed and my sharper mind, I was able to get my customers what they wanted very quickly. Over the course of the shift, Sookie was drifting through her work so that she could read people's minds. I left her to it while I continued on with my work. However, one piece of information caught my attention. Tara had bailed Jason out of jail. Speak of the devil and she shall appear, I smirked to myself when said person walked in. He stopped to talk to Sookie before he insisted on going to the kitchen to talk to Lafayette. From what I could see, he had some problem with the drug that Faye gave him to get hard. I tried to hold in my laughter but it died when I saw Bill enter the restaurant. I could see Sook was busy, so I hurried over to the table he sat at.
"Hey Billy Boy," I smiled. "An O-?"
"Yes, please. Why is it so busy?"
"One of my co-workers Dawn was murdered," I told him. "One less worker equals more tables for us. I'll go grab your blood then we can talk some more."
While Tara was heating up the blood, I took care of most of the tables we had.
"What is it you wished to speak with me about?" Bill asked.
"There's a vampire bar in Shreveport I want you to take me to. I have a feeling Sookie is going to ask you to take her and it would be beneficial to take me with you."
"How would-,"
"If I told you Billy Boy, I'd have to kill you. You just worry about Sookie. Now where do you want to meet up?"
"I would like to meet at Sookie's house," he sighed in defeat. I smirked triumphantly at his giving in as I turned on my heel to swing by Sam's office.
"Hey Sammy, Sookie and I are going to need the rest of the night off."
"Why?"
"We're playing detective to clear Jason's name."
"But-,"
"Let's stop you right there. We both know you can't stop either of us. Please don't make two women pissed at you."
He wisely kept his mouth shut instead of arguing back. Whoever raised this man raised him right to never argue with a stubborn woman who has made up her mind.
"Great chat."
Satisfied that two thirds of the steps were finished, I waltzed over to Sookie to pass on the message so that we could head home and get dressed for the club. My choice of outfit was a backless black dress whose straps wrapped around my neck while opening in a wide V to the top of my stomach and whose hem ended at mid thigh, black peep toe pumps; a mithril bracelet, a metal that is found in abundance on Alfheim that could morph into different weapons with some urging from your magic, that wound around my wrist; a yggdrasil necklace that ended right between my breasts that was the same artic silver color of mithril. My final touches was a neutral smokey eye which made my ash eyes pop, bright red lipstick, and my platinum blonde hair was curled in waves over my left shoulder. After fixing a black clutch with a wrist strap to my right wrist, I admired myself in my bedroom mirror. Damn I look good. I gave myself one last look over then rushed over to Sookie's driveway where Bill was waiting for us.
"You look good Des," Sookie praised when she saw me, her face blatantly showing her surprise at my outfit.
"Thanks Sook," I smiled until I saw her outfit. "Sook, no offense, but you're looking to get bit in that outfit."
She looked to Bill to deny my claim, but he said nothing to refute it.
"Well, it's too late to change now," I said while stepping up to the passenger side door. I hastened into the backseat so that Sookie could have the front seat next to Bill. I didn't fancy being so close to him for the whole drive. While Bill drove, and flirted with Sookie, I gazed out the rear window and let myself be absorbed in my thoughts. For some reason my heart was hammering away in my chest the closer we got to our destination. What the hell is going on? Why is my heart fluttering like this? Time seemed to stretch on forever until we pulled into the parking lot of Fangtasia. Really? Fangtasia? Why couldn't it be something like Shadowland instead of Fangtasia? Let me guess, the interior is going to look like Disneyland. This whole place screams out for an improvement. With that thought in mind I left the backseat to join Bill and Sookie on their way to the front door. I knew to keep my eyes forward rather than look around like Sookie was doing so nothing really caught my attention except for a very beautiful blonde vampire in gothic clothing. Now this is a vampire who knows fashion. This only gave me slight hope for the decoration inside.
"Bill," she greeted the dark, broody vampire of the group. "Haven't seen you in a while."
"I'm mainstreaming," was all he said.
"Good for you," the blonde drawled sarcastically. I like her already.
"Who are the dolls?"
"Desdemona Herveaux," I cut in before Bill could answer for me. "I love the outfit."
"You don't look half bad yourself," she smiled while her eyes took me in.
"And this is Sookie," Bill added. "Desdemona, Sookie, this is Pam."
"Pleasure," I winked at her.
"The pleasure is all mine," she purred. "Would you two show me your IDs?"
Don't talk Sook, I sent her as I pulled my ID out of my clutch.
"Twenty-one and twenty-five, huh?" Pam drawled, looking at both of our cards. "How sweet it is."
Bill quickly led Sookie past Pam after we were handed back our IDs while I slowly walked past her. I could feel her eyes on me on my way to the bar.
"How's it going Bill?" a Native American vampire with his fangs out greeted him.
"Very well."
"I'll say it is. Are they your meal tonight?"
"Please," I scoffed feeling a little offended. "I wouldn't let Billiam drink my blood even if it would save his ass from dying."
Des, Sookie protested in my head to which I ignored.
"One bollini please," I requested with Bill and Sookie ordering after. While my drink was being made, I scanned the bar out of habit. Desperate fangbangers and hungry vampires went on as far as the eye could see. That didn't surprise me much. As if pulled by magnets, my eyes were drawn to the stage where a dirty blond haired man sat on a throne. Well hello, I smirked as a little bit of arousal slipped out when I caught sight of his shoulder length hair. Okay, I am definitely going to need my vacuum and animal tonight. God, I can't wait until I see Storm. I hardly think that he'll let me out of the bedroom for a week. Almost as if he seemed to read my thoughts, the blond man's head snapped in my direction. Is he looking at me, I pondered before our eyes met. Yup, he is looking at me. Hmm, why don't I put on a show for him? I grabbed the bollini from the bar counter then downed everything in the glass before I stood from the stool. As my luck would have it, "Flesh" by Simon Curtis began to play over the speakers. Let's do this, I told myself as I moved to the dance floor.
"This is not the way into my heart
Into my head
Into my brain
Into none of the above
This is just my way of unleashing the feeling deep inside of me
This spark of black that I seem to love,"
While the song played, I could feel my hips, legs, and arms begin a seductive belly dance to go with the music.
"We can get a little crazy just for fun
Just for fun
Don't even try to hold it back
Just let go
Tie me up and take me over til you're done
Til I'm done
You got me feening and I'm ready to blow,"
As the next lyrics were about to play, Blondie's eyes dared me to keep eye contact with blazing ice blue eyes to which I happily complied. In fact, I also sang along knowing he could hear me.
"Push up to my body
Sink your teeth into my flesh
Get undressed
T-taste the flesh
Bite into me harder
Sink your teeth into my flesh
Pass the test
T-taste the flesh
Hold me up against the wall
Give it till I beg
Give me some more
Make me bleed
I like it rough
Like it rough
Rough, rough, rough
Push up to my body
Sink your teeth into my flesh,"
By now I could see the burn that was smouldering in his eyes grow to an almost fiery inferno at my actions. Perfect.
"Hold my hands above my head
And push my face into the bed
Cause I'm a screamer, baby
Make me a mute
You put your hand upon my neck
And feel the pulse
Beat, beat, beat, beat
It's like a trigger
Getting ready to shoot
Wanna wrestle with me baby
Here's a sneak
Little peak
You can dominate the game
Cause I'm tough
I don't play around that often
But when I do I'm a freak
So you'd better believe I like it rough-,"
It was then that Blondie had had enough and beckoned me up to the stage. I wasted no time walking up while Bill and Sookie trailed after me.
"Bill Compton," Blondie greeted in a slightly deep voice that had my core muscles clenching deliciously. I could see Pam's, Bill's, and Blondie's nostrils flare when they caught my heady scent. Blondie's jaw worked to keep his composure before he continued on with his sentence as if nothing had happened.
"It has been a while."
"Yes. Well, I've been-,"
"Mainstreaming," Blondie cut him off with a smirk. Damn, that smirk should be illegal. "I heard. I see that is going well for you."
When our eyes met, I could feel the fire rage between us.
"Yes, of course," Bill said. "Oh, sorry. Eric, these are my friends-,"
So his name is Eric? Is that Viking heritage I see?
"Desdemona Herveaux and Sookie Stackhouse," Eric finished for him. Is that distaste for Billy boy I detect in his tone? I'm starting to think I'll like him.
"I assume the information came from this lovely blonde goddess?" I voiced while I gave Pam a little smirk.
"You assume right Brown Sugar," Pam confirmed. "I never forget a pretty face. You're both in my vault."
"I'm honored," I flirted back.
"Are you always this friendly?" Eric questioned with a raised eyebrow, a heated emotion besides lust or attraction filling his eyes.
"Trust me, she isn't," Bill commented with a deadpan tone that had me grinning cheekily.
"Det beror på att jag inte gillar dig(It's because I don't like you)," I grumbled under my breath which earned a chortle from Eric.
"Pratar du svenska(You speak Swedish)?" Eric asked in pleasant surprise at my usage of the European language.
"Jag kunde inte prata med dig om jag inte gjorde Eric(I couldn't be talking to you now if I didn't Eric)," I sassed. All I got was a booming laugh from him that only a ring of people closest to the stage heard that had them looking up at the outburst in confusion.
"You are right Bill," Eric chuckled once he had reigned in his laugh. "She does have fire."
His eyes then moved to rest on Sookie.
"I understand you've been asking questions about some of my customers."
"Yes, I have."
"If you have anything to ask, you should ask it of me."
"Alright," Sookie relented, fishing out the pictures of Maudette and Dawn. "You recognize either of these girls?"
There was a noise akin to a moan that escaped his mouth at the picture of Dawn that stirred up feelings of jealousy. What the hell?! I shouldn't be feeling anything like this for anyone but my hedr. Unless...Eric is the child of Storm. It seems I missed the conversation because Sookie elbowed me in my side before going to sit in a seat beside Eric.
"Ms. Herveaux, please, come sit," he requested while he patted his lap. "Du och jag har mycket att prata om(You and I have much to talk about)."
I granted his request and placed myself sideways on his lap so that I could cross my legs.
"Varför luktar du så gudomligt(Why do you smell so divine)?" he whispered, running his nose along the back of my ear down the curve of my neck to the junction where my neck and shoulder met.
Des, there's going to be a raid, Sookie sent me frantically through her thoughts. My body slightly tensed as I unlocked my own telepathic abilities to find out that a vampire was feeding on a human in the ladies' room and there was an undercover cop not five feet from us in the crowd. Great, looks like we'll have to cut our time short.
"Du borde komma härifrån(You should get out of here)," I advised Eric as I leaned closer so that I could tell him in his ear.
"Hmm, och varför är det(Hmm, and why is that)?"
"Det kommer att bli ett slag och det finns en vampyr som heter Taryn som matar på en man i damrummet(There's about to be a raid and there is a vampire named Taryn who is feeding on a man in the ladies room)."
Eric quickly sent an order to Pam before he rose to his feet with me in his arms which put me feet above the ground. The fuck? How tall is he?! While the two blonde vampires were getting ready to leave, Bill took Sookie's arm and led her away.
"We can't just leave Des," she protested firmly as she fought to free herself from Bill's grip.
It's fine Sook, I assured her through my mind. I can get home alright.
She still looked skeptical about my safety, but she nonetheless let me go. Before I could say anything else, Eric flew the both of us up into the sky when we reached the outside of the club.
"Where to Ms. Herveaux?"
"Before I tell you, I have something to ask you."
"Oh?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow even though he kept his gaze straight ahead. I drew in a deep breath then let it to slowly. I knew that I needed to ask the question, but I knew that he wasn't going to take it that well. Here goes nothing.
"Are you the child of Godric de Gaul?"
I could feel him tense up underneath me while his eyes hardened into ice as his guard flew up.
"How do you know of Godric?" Eric voiced cooly, his arms like steel bands under my back and knees. I kept a smirk from surfacing at his comment. He is.
"I know discussing your maker is something you don't want prying ears to hear, so we will be free to talk at my house."
Even though he wanted to argue against my not telling him, he could see that it was wise to keep quiet about it until we reached somewhere where we couldn't be heard. I told him to land just outside the barrier around my home so that I could test to see if he could pass through like my hedr should.
"I don't see anything," he grumbled impatiently when he couldn't find any sort of house.
"Just have patience," I told him, walking backwards towards the barrier so that I passed through. I could see his anger grow at me disappearing from sight that had his jaw working in jerky movements to hold back his emotions and keep his composed appearance. However, I only had to wait a few moments before he moved forward to follow me and easily passed through the barrier. Alright, he is definitely my hedr. That just means I have both Storm and him. A mated triad. I could tell when he saw my house because his eyes snapped to the structure to take it all in.
"Please, follow me," I said while I continued on towards my front door. "Please come in."
When I sensed him walking through the doorway, I turned to face him.
"Would you care for a glass of O+?"
He looked wary of my offer but agreed after a few seconds.
"Astrid, myndirðu vinsamlegast grípa poka af O + fyrir gesti okkar og undirbúa hann fyrir hann(Astrid, would you please grab a bag of O+ for our guest and prepare it for him)?" I called out since I'm pretty sure Eric wouldn't take kindly to me leaving his sight.
"Þú talar norræn tungumál(You speak the Norse language)?" Eric questioned in shock, his own tongue switching languages. I gave a nod as I sat in an armchair that faced the couch.
"Vinsamlegast farðu með sæti og farðu heima hjá þér(Please make yourself at home)," I encouraged with a wave to the couch. With very slow yet graceful strides, Eric set himself on the edge of the couch and clasped his hands on his knees.
"Spyrðu hvaða spurningu þú vilt. Ég mun svara þeim í fullu hæfni mínu(Ask any question you want. I will answer them to my fullest ability)."
"Hvað ertu(What are you)?"
I dropped my Midgardian guise so that my facial marks and natural features were on full display.
"Ég er barn Svartalfheims og Alfheims(I am a child of Svartalfheim and Alfheim)."
"Guðir mínir ... þú ert álfur(My gods...you're an elf)?"
"Það er þar sem það verður svolítið ruglingslegt. Ég er einn áttunda dökk elf, einn áttunda ljós álfur, fjórðungur ævintýri og hálf varúlfur(That's where it gets a little confusing. I am one eighth dark elf, one eighth light elf, a quarter fairy, and half werewolf)."
Eric's lips curled slightly at the mention of werewolves which I filed away for later questions.
"Hver elf hefur sál sem er bundin þeim sem við köllum heiðurs okkar. Heiður minn er Guðrún DeGaul. Hins vegar er mögulegt að barn vampírs verði heiðurs álfur þegar sál framleiðandans er fluttur í beygjunni. Þú ert barn Guðsríkis því að þú hefur hluti af sál sinni í þér sem gerir þig heiður minn(Each elf has a soul who is bonded to them who we call our hedr. My hedr is Godric DeGaul. However, it is possible for the child of a vampire to become an elf's hedr when the maker's soul is transferred in the Turning. You are Godric's child therefore you have a part of his soul in you which makes you my hedr)."
We both sat in silence until Astrid came bustling into the room with a crystal goblet and a pitcher full of warm blood and placed it in front of Eric.
"Hvernig vissirðu að æskilegt blóð er O +(How did you know my prefered blood type is O+)?"
"Eirfur heiður er gerður eingöngu fyrir hvern annan líkama og sál. Blóð gerð er O +. Segðu mér, hvað lyktir lyktin þín eins og þú(An elf's hedr are made exclusively for each other body and soul. My blood type is O+. Tell me, what does my scent smell like to you)?"
His blood seemed to be forgotten for the moment as he leaned forward slightly and closed his eyes while took in my scent. He took in about three great lungfuls of air before a small smile appeared on his lips in a look that bordered between sad and happy.
"Þú lyktir æsku minni(You smell of my youth)," he admitted softly. "Þú lyktir saltvatnssprautunni sem brást upp á langbátum meðan á ferðalagi stendur og sólin sem notaði til að hita húðina(You smell of the salty sea spray that would brush up at the longboats during a voyage and the sun that used to warm my skin)."
The longing I heard in his voice at the mention of the sun was enough to break my heart slightly. Wait, I have the anti-UV windows, I realized with a shock. He could still see the sun without burning.
"Hvað myndir þú segja ef ég sagði að þú gætir séð sólina aftur(What would you say if I said that you could see the sun again)?" I asked hesitantly which made his eyes snap open in disbelief.
"Ég myndi segja að þú hafir misst skynfærin(I would say you have lost your senses)," he let out in an exasperated chuckle. Seeing as though he was sore about the subject, I decided to change the direction of our conversation.
"Ég hef séð Goðrik(I've seen Godric)," I told him softly, hoping to catch his interest. Besides the slight perking up of his posture as he reached for his blood, it was almost impossible to a change at all.
"Hefur þú það? Hvað, biður segja, lítur hann út(You have, have you? What, pray tell, does he look like)?"
"Hann lítur ekki eldri en átján eða snemma á tíunda áratugnum með íþróttamannvirkjum. Alls hefur hann fjóra tattoo með hljómsveit um hægri bicep hans, öldrunarhljóði vinstra megin, hring í kringum kraga hans og höggormur með hryggnum sínum með vörumerki á efri hluta hægri axlarblaðsins(He looks no older than eighteen or early twenties with an athletic build. In total he has four tattoos with a band around his right bicep, a band of waves on his left, a ring around his collarbone, and a serpent along his spine with a brand on the upper part of his right shoulder blade)," I listed off as a goofy smile sprang to my lips. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the surprise he had at seeing me get so animated and affectionate about the idea of his maker.
"Húðin á hrygg og krabbameini þurfti að hafa meiða eins og helvíti(The spine and collar bone tattoos had to have hurt like hell)," I commented offhandedly.
"Hann hefur stutt ljósbrúnt hár sem var á axlir sínar í dreadlocks sem lítur lengur út vegna óhreininda og blóðs. Ég vildi að hann hefði haldið lengra hárinu. Og besti eiginleiki hans er augun hans. Þau eru falleg grayish blár sem lítur út eins og falleg stormur(He has short light brown hair that used to be to his shoulders in dreadlocks that look longer because of dirt and blood. I wish he would have kept the longer hair. And his best feature is his eyes. They are a beautiful grayish blue that looks like a beautiful storm)."
There was silence for some time after my little rant that had me blinking to clear the love haze I had to see that Eric had paused in raising his glass to his lips.
"Því miður, þegar ég tala um hann fæ ég allt spennt(Sorry, when I talk about him I get all excited)," I apologized with a light blush.
"Þú ert alveg sama um hann, ekki þú(You really do care for him, don't you)?" he asked in a sort of amazed voice.
"Auðvitað geri ég það(Of course I do)," I answered without a pause. "Ég myndi gera eitthvað fyrir hann. Hann er heiður minn og svo ert þú. Ég er líf þitt núna(I would do anything for him. He is my hedr and so are you. My life is your lives now)."
My whole confession seemed to have floored him because he didn't say a word and he was frozen in place. I grew concerned after seeing him in the same position after five minutes so I rose from my seat and made my way over to him. He still didn't move so I eased the glass of blood from his hands then placed it on the coffee table. Slowly I straddled his lap and cradled his face with my hands.
"Eric?"
"Hvernig hefur þú þetta hollustu við einhvern sem þú hefur kynnst(How are you this loyal to someone you've just met)?"
"Þú ert Eric heiður minn (You are my hedr Eric)," I repeated softly.
His own large hands came to hold mine over his jaw as he breathed in my scent before his blue eyes met my silver. There was only few moments of him looking at me without any sort of guard only to have a very strong wall rise up to block his emotions except for a level amount of gratitude. Our conversation seemed to take the rest of the night because the early light of dawn began to leak through the windows. When he realized what was happening, his body tensed up underneath me and he probably would have tossed me from his lap, but I grabbed onto our bond and sent some calm waves to him to calm him down.
"Það er allt í lagi Eric. Sólin mun ekki meiða þig í þessu húsi(It's okay Eric. The sun will not hurt you in this house)."
He still seemed apprehensive because of the incoming sunlight yet he stayed put under me even though he was tense. When a sliver of sunlight fell on the back of his head, there was no smoking or anything of his skin. I couldn't help smiling to myself while I got up from his lap with his hands in mine.
"Komdu með mér Eric. Ég vil sýna þér eitthvað(Come with me Eric. I want to show you something)."
There was some serious tugging on my end, but I was able to pull Eric to his feet and pull him over to the large picture window where the sun washed over him. As soon as it registered that the sun was touching him without him frying to a crisp, his eyes held a childlike wonder as he moved his hands about in the sunlight.
"Þetta er ótrúlegt(This is amazing)," he admitted breathlessly. "Hvernig gerðir þú þetta(How did you do this)?"
"Galdur(Magic)."
That was enough for Eric to drop his hands and turn to face me.
"Ég hef svo margar spurningar sem ég vil fá svör við(I have so many questions that I want want answers to)," he insisted, the beginnings of the Bleeds becoming visible from his nose and ears.
"Það verður kominn tími á morgun(There will be time tomorrow night)," I assured him softly. "Núna ættum við að leggja áherslu á að fá þig neðanjarðar til að sofa(Right now we should focus on getting you underground to sleep)."
From the look he gave me, I could see that while he agreed with me, he did not want me out of his sight. Given that he was in unfamiliar territory with someone he doesn't know who seems to run everything in said territory, it would be nice to keep the threat in sight at all times. I had to admit that it hurt a little bit that he was wary of me, but I knew that the reason he had survived so long was because he was so defensive. Hopefully he would come to trust me after I prove to him that I would never hurt him.
"Ég mun vera í markinu, ekki hafa áhyggjur(I will stay in your sights, do not worry)."
He seemed satisfied with my answer and let me lead him to the hidden door along the living room wall by placing my hand over the doorway that let the keypad pop up so that I could punch in the code. When the door sunk back and slid open, I ventured down the ladder that led down to the second line of security of the large, thick door. I could feel that Eric had followed me down the ladder and was waiting behind me for me to get through the last door. After the hand print scanner and the eye scan, the last door opened up and revealed the light tight room.
"Þú hefur mikla öryggi(You have a lot of security)," Eric commented while his eyes took the space around him.
"Auðvitað geri ég það. Ég gerði þetta sérstaklega fyrir Godric ef hann vildi vera hér(Of course I do. I made this specifically for Godric in case he wanted to stay here)."
Eric said nothing else as I pushed the door shut then made my way over to the doorway that led to the bedroom. I didn't wait for him to follow me and instead went about getting ready for bed. My heels and dress were discarded quickly in place of a large t-shirt and I padded into the en suite bathroom to take off my makeup and a quick scrubbing so that my face was completely free of make up. I also made sure to brush my teeth really quickly before I settled down on the king sized bed in the middle of the room. Eric on the other hand was standing in the doorway looking at me with suspicion.
"Komdu Eric(Come on Eric)," I told him with a roll of my eyes. "Ég mun ekki bíta. Erfitt(I won't bite. Hard)."
A smirk grew on his lips as he moved like a jaguar towards the bed all the while pulling his jacket and black t-shirt off from his sculpted torso. I couldn't help the way my eyes raked over the way his pectoral muscles flexed as he removed his shirt then flung it to the floor on his way to the bed. My eyes also descended to his defined abs and strong v of his hips going down to his pants.
"Sjá eitthvað sem þú vilt(See something you like)?" Eric voiced when he saw where my eyes went. All I did was smirk and bring my gray eyes up to meet his blue eyes instead of answering. We both knew what I was looking at but I didn't need to inflate his already swelled ego. With that look, I eased down under the covers and urged him to do the same.
"Komdu Eric. Það er kominn tími til hvíldar dags. Öllum spurningum þínum er hægt að svara á morgun nótt(Come on Eric. It is time for your day rest. All of your questions can be answered tomorrow night)."
He still seemed apprehensive about lying down close to me, but in the end he moved to lay down on the other side of the bed and pull the blankets over himself. Having one of my hedr so close made my body start to relax and fall asleep when I pulled the blanket over my shoulders so my next sentence came out soft and slightly breathy with a yawn.
"Láttu eins og heima hjá þér. Tæknilega er þetta þitt heimili núna(Make yourself at home. Technically this is your home now)."
Nothing else registered in my mind as I felt myself ease off into dreamland.
o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o Sweet Dreams o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o
And there we have it folks. This chapter is fresh off of the proofreading board so I apologize if something isn't spelled right or doesn't make any sense. I just wanted to get this chapter out as soon as I can. With that, I will leave you with a farewell and I'll see you next time.
-White Wolf