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 LOOKED UTTERLY MISERABLE WHEN DAKOTA FORCED HIM INTO HIS CUBBY. The woman tightened the blanket around his bare shoulders as he hovered over her in height, brows pulled together in a frown as he scanned her face for any sign of anger toward him.
Alcide and Dakota had found him in the corner of the living room, trying to avoid as much sunlight as he could when they arrived at her home. Her heart ached for him as she tried to get him to the cubby doors, skin burning from the strong rays the sun offered Bon Temps today.
"I don't want to go to sleep." he uttered, dropping his shoulders in defeat.
"I know," she muttered, pressing the tips of her fingers against his shoulders to make him sit down on the edge of the bed. "but you need to rest. You got all burned up today and it probably took a lot of your energy."
Dakota checked to see if there were any burns left on his pale skin as it had began to slowly heal itself. Eric was now peering up at her through his lashes as she stood before him, and he took in a long breath to drink in her scent as she leaned down to get a better look at the skin on his neck.
"You're all healed." she smiled, standing back to her full height. "Now, lay down and close your eyes. Sleep will do you some good."
"No," he avoided her gaze and said it again. "no."
Dakota heaved a sigh at his stubbornness and said, "If you stay awake, you're going to start bleeding all over the place."
"I know what the bleeds are."
"Fine," she shrugged. "then you can clean it up. I am not your maid."
Dakota stared at him for another second before she turned around and took the tree steps toward the ladder. The metal was cold beneath her hands and soothed her burning skin. The blonde had been awake for over twenty four hours and she could barely keep her eyes open from the lack of sleep.
"Stay with me." he uttered, softly. "Please."
God, she really wanted to, but Alcide was still in her living room and was most likely going to give her a scolding if she did. "I can't." she apologised. "I have some things to do, I will check on you later."
"Oh," he frowned as he watched her go up the ladder and disappear.
"This is nuts." stated Alcide, when Dakota closed the doors of the cubby and turned to face him. She shook her head at him and motioned for him to follow her outside and onto the porch, even though Eric could still probably hear them. "He can't stay here. What are you thinkin'?"
"You saw yourself," she began, crossing her arms over her chest. "he isn't the same. It is not for long anyway."
"He's still a killer." Alcide expressed. "Eric Northman at your house, you ... you must have a death wish."
