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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EVEN AFTER ALL THE CLEANING DAKOTA HAD DONE, NOT MUCH HAD CHANGED ABOUT THE STATE OF HER HOME. It seemed as if the grime and blood were a never ending nightmare and after a week of scrubbing the floors and scratching off dirt from the walls she had had enough. the ruined furniture had been taken out, the dead animals buried and she had washed everything that could be washed.
It still smelled strongly of dirt and she didn't know how much bleach she'd need to fully get rid of the stench. Dakota was glad she could salvage some of her grandmothers belongings together before she had to clean out everything that had been destroyed. It was going to cost her and Sookie a fortune to repair everything that had been broken.
That was a problem for tomorrow, because Dakota was now on her way to Fangtasia by Eric's request. The blonde hadn't seen the vampire since the maenad had died, she had been too busy with the aftermath of that night to think about anything else.
The red neon sign of the bar came into view and a soft smile appeared onto her face as she put her car into reverse and parked it close beside the entrance. There were only two other cars parked there, one of them being Eric's red corvette. The viking had the bar closed for the night and Dakota strolled toward the door.
"Koko," greeted Pam with a sly grin on her face when the blond entered. Pamela sat on top of the bar, wine glass in hand with undoubtedly blood. The woman was wearing a soft pink track suit aligned with small diamond stars.
"Hi, Pam." she smiled, putting her jacket onto the bar top beside the vampire. "You look good."
"Now, I don't remember telling you violet was my favourite colour."
"Oh?" Dakota mused, glancing down at her dress. "I was hoping you'd like it. Picked it out specifically for you."
Pam's grin intensified as she took a sip from her drink before sliding off the bar and taking in her appearance again. Pamela was the biggest flirt she had ever met, beside her maker. Pam knew how gorgeous she was and she took advantage of that.
"I am wounded." Eric waltzed in not a minute later, smiling at the two woman. "And here I thought we had a connection."
Dakota rolled her eyes and shook her head in amusement until her gaze fell onto Godric, who had entered the room after his progeny. He looked good, much better than last time she saw him while in Dallas. He stepped around Eric and smiled at her.
"Godric," she uttered, taking a step forward and wrapping her arms around him. The older vampire didn't hesitate and rubbed the back of her head, squeezing her tightly. "I am so happy you're here."
