Timeless Devotion

8.

Hey guys,

Just to let you know I will actually be updating sooner than I thought. I don't intend for this to be a long fanfic but I still have quite a few chapters to go so I hope you enjoy.

Next update will most likely be monday:P

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Warning: Lemony Goodness

Chapter 8

"Are you alright Godric?" Eric asked, concerned for his maker before Godric snapped out of it and shot his worried childe a small smile.

"I am fine, but I must retire" he stated calmly before he was gone, Eric frowning as he stared at where his maker once stood. He was quiet until he felt Isabel's hand on his shoulder, the Spanish vampire standing with a knowing look on her face.

"You should try to get to know her Eric, she is his sire after all" Isabel stated calmly, but knew Eric wouldn't like it. She was correct of course, pulling roughly from her grasp as he hissed at her, fangs dropping with a click.

"I do not wish to know her, she means nothing" he hissed, feeling both jealous and possessive of his maker.

"She may not to you but she means everything to Godric, do you not wish for him to be happy Eric?" she asked, knowing that Eric was being extremely selfish.

"He was happy without her" he snarled in return, wanting nothing more than to pin her by the throat to shut her up. She gave him a knowing look as if she could hear what he was thinking, though her eyes shone with sadness.

"He wasn't Eric, far from it" she stated softly as she shook her head, it had been clear the years had started to catch up with him and not in a good way.

As soon as the words had passed her lips she was crashed into the wall, Eric's hand wrapped tightly around her throat as he lifted her off the ground while baring his fangs.

"You're lying" he hissed, refusing to believe it as his grip on her throated tightened to a level where she could feel her windpipe start to crack, it did not stop her though.

"Why do you think the Fellowship got him Eric, he went willingly" she gasped out causing him to throw her across the room before picking her up and slamming her onto the ground. He did not like what she was implying, at all.

"Liar!" he snarled at her with pure anger. He knew his maker would never think of doing such a thing. He was interrupted when he felt a hand touch his shoulder firmly, looking down to find his maker staring at him with a soft but stern expression.

"Release her childe, now" he said softly, but it was clear he was not giving Eric an option in the matter.

Eric reluctantly retracted his fangs and released Isabel from his grasp, straightening up as he looked down at his maker only for his lips to purse when he took note of his makers appearance. He was wearing a simple pair of pyjama pants which hung off his hips, his hair damp from clearly showering as a vampire bite which had yet to heal was still present on his neck.