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 WAS ABOUT TO RIP THE CHAINS FROM HIS SKIN THE MOMENT THE SUN HAD DISAPPEARED BEHIND THE HORIZON. Seeing the viking as he writhed beneath them in pain was torture and his skin wasn't healing as quickly as it should have been. The chain around his neck remained as she tried to lift if off carefully.
"Just yank it off, it's better that way." said Eric, eyes closed as he turned his head to the side to keep the silver from touching his chin.
"Oh," muttered Dakota with a grimace as she rested sat beside him on her knees, mattress dipping below her. The skin on his ankles, wrists and stomach were raw, burned almost to the bone. "well, won't I pull some of you off with it when I do that?"
"Yeah," he tried to offer her a smile. "but that's okay. It doesn't hurt as much as the silver and it heals faster."
Dakota left no time to mull it over and yanked at the silver chain, tearing it away from his skin and steam wafted from his throat. His eyes opened wide and he swore loudly, his mother tongue rolling from his mouth in absolute anger.
"Thank - thank you." he croaked, letting her know the anger wasn't directed at her. The sheets beneath him were soaked with his blood from the hours he spent trapped beneath the silver.
"You said it would heal faster." she accused, watching as nothing happened to his bloodied skin.
"Yeah," he winched, meeting her eyes. "I just realised I haven't fed since that fearie out in the yard. Again, sorry about that."
Dakota pursed her lips and debated on wether or not she should offer him her wrist. The vampire hadn't tasted her blood since the night they had tried to kill Russell Edgington, and even if he would never harm her or drain her dry, she was a bit apprehensive after he drained Sookie's fearie godmother.
"Do you want a Tru-blood?"
"No," he shook his head, pushing himself up to his elbows with difficulty but decided he wasn't strong enough and laid back down. "that isn't going to help with this. Uh, I just need to rest."
"You need to feed, Eric."
"There is no one."
"That's not true." she decided, brushing a strand of hair from his face. He opened his blue eyes and caught her gaze, brows pulled together. He had thought about it but never expected her to offer. "I'm right here."
"Please don't say that if you don't mean it."
"I do mean it." she pressed, offering him a smile and his eyes widened. "It's okay, you need to feed. Now, you know my blood is special like -"
"Like the faerie goddess?"
"Just a fraction of that." she corrected the vampire and sat back on her shins as she held her wrist to warm it up. Eric would never hurt her, but this Eric wasn't very good at controlling himself, having forgotten the years of practice he had. "I am trusting you not to loose control."
