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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DAKOTA HAD NO IDEA WHAT TO DO WITH HERSELF, ERIC HAD GONE AFTER HIS MAKER TOWARD THE ROOF OF HOTEL CARMILLA. All while she sat frozen on the leather sofa of Godric's room. There was this sense of dread, knowing sunrise was near and though she hadn't known him long, she felt like crying for the vampire. He must be in so much pain to want to die a true death.
The sudden fear of Eric staying up there with him, flamed erupting from within his skin as they both met their true deaths got her to jump to her feet and exit the room in a hurry. The sun wouldn't touch the horizon for another half hour, but she had no idea what the morning sky would do to their bodies so she quickened her step as she made her way toward the roof.
The door was heavy and she pushed at it with all her might, letting it fall shut behind her. There were voices coming from up the stairs and she followed after them, stopping at the top of the staircase to see the two vampires arguing.
"Two-thousand years is enough." said Godric, facing away from his progeny. His body was turned to where the sun would rise, his expression difficult to place.
"I can't accept this," said Eric, jaw set. "it's insanity."
Godric let out a small sigh, moving to look up at the viking. "Our existence is insanity. We don't belong here."
"But we are here!" thundered Eric, trying to hold it together.
This was a moment between a maker and his progeny, and Dakota felt like she was intruding but she couldn't tear her gaze away from the two vampires. If they didn't want her there, Eric would have screamed something at her already, and he hadn't.
"It's not right." shared Godric. "We're not right."
"You taught me there is no right or wrong," stressed Eric, blood threatening to spill down his pale cheeks. "only survival, or death."
"I told a lie, as it turns out."
Eric clenched his jaw, taking a few steps toward Godric so he was hovering over him by a foot. He was desperate as he said, "I will keep you alive by force."
"Even if you could," said Godric solemnly. "why would you be so cruel?"
Dakota watched as the viking's lip began to tremble, holding in a cry as he whimpered in Swedish. "Godric, don't do it."
"There are centuries of faith and love between us." tried Godric, but it was too late.
Eric began to sob as he fell to his knees, head resting against his makers stomach in utter despair. Godric was one of the most important people in his life, and the thought of losing him send a wave of pain through him, a kind of pain he had never experienced before.
