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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SOOKIE STACKHOUSE WAS THE LAST PERSON SHE WANTED TO SEE RIGHT NOW, BUT HERE SHE WAS, STANDING ON THE FRONT PORCH WITH A VAMPIRE IN TOW. It was nearly morning and Eric had to go down into the cubby within the next thirty minutes. Dakota had no patience for her cousin or Bill and she was ready to spew curse words at the both of them.
"We need to talk." urged Sookie, voice laced with unspoken panic.
"No, we really don't." retorted Dakota, as she went to push the door closed but Bill was quick to stick his boot between it and the threshold. The woman flared her nostrils, trying to keep her fangs from sliding out of her gums as she glared at the vampire. "Get your foot out of my home."
"I am not here to take Eric." declared Bill, sharing a quick glance with her cousin. "We have news, and we don't have a lot of time."
Dakota wanted to strange the life out of him and slam the door against his pale face, but she decided against it when she felt the viking come up behind her and slide a hand from her waist toward her stomach, resting it there. The blonde didn't care about the disapproving glances as she leaned back into his touch.
"Your majesty." Eric inclinded his head in greeting, eyes slightly narrowed.
"You have five minutes and then I want you both out of here." declared Dakota, throwing the door open to let them inside. She didn't care that it was also her cousin's home, she couldn't face her any longer than she had to. Sookie, in passing, shot her an apologetic look before ambling into the living room, whereas Bill didn't give either of them a second glance.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" wondered Eric, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "I don't think we can trust them after what happened."
"We can't trust them. Not any more at least." she turned to face him. "They only get five minutes, then they're gone. Let's just get this over with."
Sookie was already seated on the couch when Dakota and Eric joined them, just in time to see Bill throw a heavy velvet bag onto the coffee table. It rattled, shaking the entire piece of furniture and it better not have dented the wood or she'd have his head.
"What's in the bag?" Dakota lowered herself onto the chair opposite of them as Eric sat on the armrest with him arm dangling over the headrest.
"Chains," stated Bill, as he cocked his head to the side. "made out of pure silver."
"And why do we need silver chains?" Dakota raised a single brow in annoyance.
"Those witches down in Shreveport are trying to kill all the vampires in the area." began Sookie, worry etched upon a tanned face as she looked at Bill. "Their head of coven, Marnie, is going to call for them when the sun is highest and get them to walk into the daylight so they'll burn."
