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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ERIC NORTHMAN WAS NOT A MAN WHO WAS EASILY FRIGHTENED, TRUTH WAS, THE VIKING HADN'T EVEN REMEMBERED WHAT FEAR FELT LIKE. That changed when he held an unconscious woman in his arms as he desperately tried to force his blood down her throat.
There had been no time to acknowledge the death of his maker. Eric had seen it happen, and hadn't even had time to reach them in time as Russell stabbed the wood through Godric and Dakota. It felt as if his non beating heart had been ripped from his chest and he didn't even notice when blood spilled from his eyes, all he could focus on right now was Dakota as her heart almost gave out.
"Come on, you have to drink." he urged, prying her lips open as he attached his bleeding wrist to her mouth.
Fangtasia looked like a bloodbath but neither he nor Pam seemed to care. Russell was laughing behind them, as if this was the funniest day of his life and Eric would have killed him right then and there if he hadn't been so preoccupied.
"Eric," muttered Pam, frown on her face as Dakota's heart began to fade. The woman had grown sickly pale, all colour draining from her face. "it's not working."
"Bullshit." he denied, pressing his wrist to her lips more forcefully.
Pamela only cared about three things, herself, the viking beside her and her large collection of Versace heels at home. But in this moment she cared about the fairy's life, and if she had a heart at all, it would have sunk at the thought of her not surviving.
"There isn't much time, Eric." she said solemnly. "You have a decision to make, and you have to do it fast."
"I cannot!" he spat, pupils blown. "I won't do that to her."
"She is dying, Eric." Pam tried, as if this was the only option and even if he didn't want to admit it, his progeny was right. It was death or death. "Her heart is fading, she's lost too much blood and she's rejecting yours because of it."
"Just let me think!" he snarled, as he felt the life drain from her body. There were no thoughts, no pain and no more fear soaring through her veins. His connection with her was almost gone and it frightened him even more. He couldn't feel her anymore. "There has to be another way."
"There isn't." Pam breathed. "i'll do it."
Eric let out another snarl, shooting her a glare before focusing on the woman in his arms. Dakota would hate him, he was sure of it. Only, Eric couldn't find it in himself to care about her feelings anymore when he studied her bloodied face. He was selfish and he always found it his best trait, especially right now.
The viking nodded his head slowly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Pam let out a small sigh of relief and sped off toward the basement to find them a spot to go to ground as Eric sunk his fangs into her throat, taking the last of her blood before forcing more of his own into her mouth.
