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 SPEND MOST OF HER DAY BABYSITTING THE THREE THOUSAND YEAR OLD BURNED VAMPIRE AT FANGTASIA. The woman was running out of things to do, having stocked some alcohol bottles out of pure boredom and organising the stacks of napkins on the counter. Dakota now sat on Eric's chair with a magazine in her hands about different kinds of coffins.
"Miss. Elkins?" sang Russell.
The king of Mississippi had been trying to get her attention for a while now, but to no avail. Dakota was not giving him the time of day and it was starting to get on his nerves. Russell tried to turn his head to meet her eyes but the chain holding him in place wouldn't allow him. "I'd like to propose a deal."
Dakota closed the magazine with a roll of her eyes and crossed her legs. "Oh, this ought to be good."
Russell seemed pleased that he finally got some words out of her and said, "I will give you my word that I will not harm you or anyone you love."
"Stepping around the fact that your words mean as much as tits on a turtle?" she raised her brows, slightly amused as she leaned forward in her chair to show her interest. Dakota wanted to know what she could coax out of him. "What else?"
"One million dollars." said Russell.
"Five."
"Two."
"Seven." countered Dakota, eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Fine," he sighed, defeated. "five."
"What else?"
Russell thought about it for a moment, silence settling over the bar before he said, "I will kill Eric Northman." Dakota stayed silent. "And that progeny of his, and his joke of a maker. All three of them. Or none. Or just one of your choosing. It is up to you, Miss. Elkins."
Dakota blinked away her surprise as she got up from the viking's chair and jumped down the small stage to stand before him. The whites of his eyes had turned red and he looked positively more terrifying that way.
"All of them." she said. "And your house in Mississippi. I quite like that house."
Russell tried to hold in a snarl. "Done."
Dakota grinned, pleased. "What do I have to do in return?"
The vampire clenched his jaw, in utter disbelief of the stupidity of the girl as he threw his hands in the air with an annoyed shout. "Release me!"
"No," she stated, simply.
Dakota turned her back to him and leaned over the bar to grab herself a can of soda. Eric had stocked up his bar with her favourite drinks. It was something she had found out when he kept bringing her drinks whenever she was at Fangtasia.
