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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THERE WAS A CERTAIN TYPE OF GUILT WRITTEN ON HIS PALE FACE THAT DAKOTA HADN'T SEEN BEFORE. The viking and her had been sitting in the living opposite of each other on the couch, and neither of them had said anything. Dakota could feel his eyes burning holes into her skin as he looked at the side of her face.
Dakota was too angry with her cousin at the moment to even form any words. Of course, she had been wrong. Sookie didn't even know Eric and had always held such hatred for the vampire because whatever Bill thought, she thought.
"Did I, uh, did I really do all those awful things that blonde said I did?" Eric broke the silence first as he fidgeted in his seat.
"No," she said, meeting his gaze. "you have never hurt me."
The woman blinked, thinking about the night Russell Edgington murdered her and Eric turned her into a vampire. Now, seeing him like this it was as if all her resentment had disappeared. He hadn't done it to hurt her and she understood why he did it, hell she would have done the same if the roles were reversed.
Eric had always protected her from the horrors of the outside world, in his own twisted ways.
"Then why do you look upset?" he wondered, eyes lingering on every freckle of her face.
"I'm just tired." she muttered.
Dakota hadn't made any progress with the witch that afternoon and after hearing her gran's warning, all she knew was that she had to get the hell out of that place. She had no idea how to get Eric back to his usual self and it made her angry. Eric didn't deserve any of this and she was hoping that Pam miraculously found another way to reserve the spell on him and on herself.
"Hey," he took her by the chin with his thumb and forefinger and made her look at him. "i'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to fight with your friends. Is there anything I can do to make it better?"
Dakota took hold of his wrist, keeping his hand exactly where he was holding her. "You didn't do anything wrong, Eric. This entire situation is just fucked up and I don't know how to fix it. How to fix what happened to you. It is making my head hurt."
"Maybe I should go." he furrowed his brows, despising himself for the way she was feeling. "Will it make your head stop hurting?"
"Stop," Dakota said firmly, shaking her head. "I don't want to you to leave."
"You don't?" a smile overtook his features.
"No, I don't." she muttered, squeezing his hand tightly.
Eric brushed a strand of hair from her face, something he enjoyed very much and something he did a lot before he lost his memories. Dakota leaned into his touch and closed her eyes for a moment. God she had missed him and his touch and she hated for not having accepted anything from him the last year due to her own stubbornness.
