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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GODRIC'S HOME WAS BEAUTIFUL IN AN ANCIENT KIND OF WAY. Though most of the furniture that littered the space was modern, you could practically feel the oldness of it all radiate off of it. It was dark and moody, something perfectly fit for a two-thousand year old vampire, so it didn't surprise Dakota when she had entered the house.
Dakota stood with her back against the wall and a glass of water in her hands. Isabel had kindly loaned her one of her dresses for they had come straight here after the events of the church. It was around two in the morning and she had lost the desire to sleep entirely.
Eric was nowhere to be seen, having disappeared the moment they had stepped inside, Jason was in line to speak with Godric and after Isabel had handed her the maroon dress, she too had disappeared from her sight. Dakota tried not to think so much about the events of the night, chills creeping up her spine at the fact she and Eric could have burned alive had they not escaped. It dawned on her how easily lives were taken these days and it made her uncomfortable.
Dakota opted to watch the vampires converse with the sheriff for the moment, finding his presence quite calming as he sat on the other side of the room. However, her view was blocked when a tall blonde viking appeared before her.
"There you are," he crooned, meeting her gaze. Seeing the distant look in her eyes, he brought his hand up and gripped her chin between his fingers, furrowing his brows. "Are you okay?"
The blonde let out a small sigh before nodding her head, finding the coldness of his touch quite soothing on her heated skin. He wasn't convinced and rubbed his thumb on her cheek.
"If I had known it where a trap I -"
"You did know," Dakota cut him off, but there was no anger in her voice. "but it's okay. Godric is your maker. I can't begin to understand the bond you two have, so I get it. Besides, I offered it myself. It was my plan and I knew the risks."
Eric watched her with an unreadable expression on his face as he slowly dropped his hand from her face, though he made no move to take a step back. He still wore the same clothes he had worn at the church, except for his leather jacket, which she had wrapped around her shoulders after having changed. He quite liked to see it on her so he had already decided it wasn't his anymore.
"You're a very intriguing woman, Dakota." he nodded, chuckling to himself as he stepped around her and leaned against the wall beside her. "Don't ever change."
She let out a huff, smiling softly as her eyes fell onto Godric once more. He sat on a comfortable chair, nodding along cordially as the vampires from his area welcomed him back. He seemed distant, like he wasn't entirely there but none seemed to notice as they gushed over him. Each vampire waited their turn patiently.
