𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌
❝like a moth to a flame, she always returns to me❞
Dakota Elkins is no stranger to the supernatural with her being a telepath and vampires out of the coffin, but when one winds his way into her cousins...
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SLEEPING THROUGH THE DAY WASN'T SOMETHING DAKOTA NORMALLY DID, BUT LATELY SHE WAS BEGINNING TO ROYALLY SCREW UP HER SLEEP SCHEDULE BECAUSE OF ERIC NORTHMAN. Knocking on her suite door had woken her up an hour prior and she found the vampire already waltzing into her room before she even had the chance to get up from her bed and open it herself.
"Get ready," he had said, glancing around her room with interest. "we leave in fifteen minutes."
"Good morning," she muttered to which he send her a sly grin. "or evening."
"Did you want me to bring you breakfast in bed?"
"Get out of my room."
And now, sixty minutes later she stood beside the tall viking in a beautiful home on the outskirts of Dallas, soft white light looming over their figures from the chandelier above. The two vampires that resided there were called Isabel and Stan, the latter not being very kind to either of them as he scoffed.
"You should have told me Eric hired a fucking human, Isabel." he accused, turning toward the woman with a look of disdain. He wore a cowboy hat, put had taken it off when he stepped in the room, eyes moving over their two guests. "I could smell her the moment she got out of the car."
"Excuse me," Dakota grumbled, feeling uncomfortable as he looked her up and down.
"You've been on your own for days, Stan." Isabel turned to him, arms crossed as she shook her head. Her was coming free from her bun, but she didn't seem to notice it. "That's why I couldn't tell you."
Eric let out a huff as he paced around the grand room, disappearing from Dakota's side. "Are you sure Godric was abducted by The Fellowship of the Sun?"
"Yes." "No."
Isabel rolled her eyes at the taller vampire beside her as he said, "They're the only ones with the organisation and manpower. It's them."
"But they're amateurs." Isabel said gruffly, disagreeing with Stan aloud. "It doesn't make any sense. This is Godric we're talking about, two-thousand years old."
Dakota quirked a brow at this, thinking Eric had been old.
Isabel had been kind when she had introduced herself about twenty minutes ago, Stan had not when he sauntered into the room moments ago. Eric never liked him and was ready to tear his throat out, but decided against it for everyone's sake.
"Old don't make you smart." Stan barked, turning away from the three of them with a shake of his head.
"If they got him, i'll hear it." Dakota informed, trying to ease the tension in the room.
