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 HADN'T BEEN ABLE TO SLEEP THAT EVENING, NOR WAS SHE ABLE TO GET ANY REST DURING THE DAY. The woman had called in sick from work, too on edge to even think about serving customers in an overflowed bar. If she was honest, she had missed a lot of work the last year and she wondered how Sam hadn't fired her yet.
Not that she needed to work to survive. Eric had transferred a large sum into her account, including the fifty grand he had had given her after Dallas. Dakota hadn't touched it yet, not having had a need for it.
Dakota closed her eyes for a moment, running her fingers through her hair in frustration. Pam hadn't been answering any of her calls or texts and she was distraught. Fangtasia was empty, not even Ginger was in when she went to look that morning. The woman was terrified what fate Eric would await if he wasn't set free soon. There was no way to know what he was planning.
Ever since Bill was elected as the new King of Louisiana by the authority, his entire demeanour had changed. He had always been kind to her before, and while he was still decent after, he had also become incredibly full of himself. Dakota had barely seen him since her cousin disappeared. The authority was everything to him and he kissed Nan Flanagan's ass like a good little vampire, ready to be patter on the back.
Sitting on her front porch the next evening, she was staring off into the distance and toward the tree line of the dark forest. Dakota had thought about storming across the cemetery and kick down the King's door, demand for his release, but that would only get both of them in more trouble.
"Answer the phone." Uttered Dakota, device pressed against her ear as she left yet another voicemail for Pamela. "Fuck, it's important."
The blonde tossed her phone to the side and onto the painted wooden planks, it rolled over once before stopping a few feet away from her. Dakota rested her head on her knees while wrapping her arms around her legs in attempt to comfort herself. The woman couldn't remember when her life had gotten so complicated.
I'm going insane.
Dakota blinked rapidly when a figure sped toward her, and she sat up with a start as he loomed over her. Her eyes widened and he didn't even have the time to open his mouth when she lunged for him, arms wrapped around his neck as she tugged him close.
"Dakota," he breathed, placing his hand over the back of her head as he held her as close as he could.
"What happened?" she demanded, heart thundering within her chest. "How did you get out? I've been worried sick. Did they hurt you?"
Eric pressed his lips to the top of her head with a small smile as he took in her comforting scent, one he had come to love the moment she had found him beside the road. "The King let me go. I don't know why, but I am grateful to be with you again."
