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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VAMPIRE BLOOD MADE HER FEEL MORE ALIVE THAN SHE HAD EVER FELT BEFORE. Dakota could feel it surge within her veins, could hear the smallest of sounds and any bruise or wound she had, was gone forever. It had healed anything that might have been broken within.
The surface beneath her was comfortable, probably the most comfortable she had been in a very long time. The mattress felt as if she had fallen asleep and gone to heaven. The sheets pooled around her body in a thick warm blanket.
"Welcome back."
This wasn't her bedroom, she had never been in this room before. It was enormous, granter than the suite she had been staying in at the Carmilla in Dallas. The walls were painted a soft white, the windows large to reach floor to ceiling with navy blue velvet curtains pushed to the side. The dark wooden floorboards brought warmth into the room.
"Dakota?"
The blond moved her eyes to the vampire sitting at the edge of the bed, soft smile on his face. Relief washed over her to see such a familiar kind face and her hand reached up to touch the spot on her neck where the vampire had sunk his fangs in. It was healed, all smooth skin like in her dream.
"Godric," she breathed, slightly confused. "where are we? What happened?"
"You're safe now." he patted her leg through the sheets. "We're in Shreveport. Eric's home. He should be here soon."
Dakota nodded slowly, dropping her hand from her neck and glancing around the room one more time. The sheets smelled of the viking and her cheeks tinted crimson at the thought of having slept in his bed.
"You're the one who saved my life?"
Godric confirmed with a small nod, eyes twinkling in the moonlight. "When Eric didn't come home, I got worried." he confessed. "He had gone to Jackson to find Mr. Compton because the magister had his progeny hostage. Eric said he was going to fix it, but he never got home. Then I heard your screams. I took care of it."
The blond swallowed, worry etched upon her face at the mention of Pam might getting hurt. "I don't know how to thank you." she began, shaking her head. "I was stupid, trying to escape like that. I should have known better."
"You don't have to thank me, little one." Godric consoled. "You were afraid. It is basic human instinct."
Below them, a door slammed shut, almost shaking the entire house and Dakota gasped when her head was cradled against a cold chest. Her cheek was pressed against a blood stained sweater and his hands were in her hair. Godric tried to hold his grin, disappearing from the room.
"Eric," she began, holding onto him tightly. "i'm so so-"
"Shut up."
Dakota frowned at his choice of words but kept her mouth shut. Eric took in a deep breath, breathing in her scent and his grip was almost painful but she let him. He let go of her, suddenly and he took a step back, looming over her form on the bed. Dakota felt little under his stare and tugged on her cuticle.
