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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HE WASN'T WEARING ANYTHING FROM THE WAIST UP, SKIN CAKED WITH MUD AS IF HE HAD BEEN RUNNING THROUGH THE FOREST FOR HOURS. He was ambling on the side of the road, seemingly in a trance and the blonde stepped on her breaks, letting the car slowly glide beside him.
"Eric?" she called, frown appearing on her face.
The viking stopped in his tracks, slowly glancing in her direction somewhat hazily. His hair was a mess, there was some dried blood on his chest. He wasn't wearing any shoes, standing in the soil with his bare feet as if he didn't care.
"Eric?" she tried again when he turned away from her and kept walking aimlessly. "Eric!"
He stopped again, facing her and the only way she could describe him was as if he was a lost child. "Who are you?"
"It's me, Dakota." she said, confused.
"Who?" he frowned.
"You know me." she stated, eyes roaming over his frame for a moment before meeting his blue eyes once more.
"No," he breathed. "no, I don't."
Dakota was confused and she didn't know if he was fucking with her or not, but her gut told her that there was something seriously wrong with her maker. As Eric was about to walk away again, he caught a whiff of her scent and stopped, head turning towards her. The faerie blood still ran through her veins strongly.
"Why do you smell so good?"
"You know perfectly well why I smell the way I smell."
Eric took a step toward the car, eyes a little bit distant as he took another whiff, fangs dropping from his gums. "Like wheat, and honey ... and sunlight."
"Eric, I am not in the mood." she tried, glaring up at him.
"What are you?" he blatantly ignored her.
"Not this shit again." she muttered, stepping from the car and gasping when she stood face to face with him, noses almost touching. "Step back."
"Just a taste." he muttered, eyes on her throat.
Dakota pushed at his chest and he was surprised by her strength, stumbling backwards. Eric grinned at this, staring down at her and pushing her against the car with his own strenght. Dakota was trapped between her car and his arms, and he was incredibly close.
"Come on," he mumbled, brushing a strand of hair from her throat. "just one?"
"I said no." she narrowed her eyes. "What is going on with you? It isn't funny."
Eric didn't even acknowledge her words as he leaned down, but clutched his nose when her fist connected with it. Blood trickled down his lips and he frowned at her, but took a small step back to put some distance between them.
