Loyal to Master's Command (A True Blood Eric Northman Fanfiction)

XXXV - Беда

Translation - Trouble

Chains of silver, silver bullets, and stakes were flung abruptly at every human and vampire as fast as the eye could blink. Fatal blows managed to strike at those who were less fortunate and caused internalized bombs in vampires to spew out into a bloody hellfire.

Walls and furniture were painted red, and human companions laid lifelessly on the ground as groans of unimaginable pain from vampires plagued the room.

Godric's heart ached and tore as he came to the realization that Katya was nowhere to be seen. He ran all throughout the room, traversing through centuries old blood pools until he came across a panting Katya. She laid flat on top of an unconscious Eric, riddled with holes and wounds from silver bullets that were stuck in her body. The blood on her face and the messy hair that covered her made her unrecognizable.

"Rina!" He shouted.

He sped to her and bent down, wrapping her arms around her and gently cradling her as she grabbed her from Eric's body. 

"He -" She coughed up blood and spat it out angrily.

"He pushed Barry out of the way before it happened." She looked down at her dress. It was ruined by the blood that had painted her bright pink dress, a ruby red. "He was too late before I shielded him. He wouldn't have survived the impact." She began to wipe her face with her arm and fix her hair to the best of her measly ability. 

"And you can?" Argued Godric. He scoffed and was visibly angry at her abrupt action. Although she protected a near dead Eric, Eric was not her responsibility. 

"To an extent, but I would rather take my chances and push my limits rather than sit back and not even attempt to be of aid."

She dug her hand into her stomach and pulled out a bullet. Her stoic expression made Godric shudder internally. She threw it out and proceeded to pull out a few more. As her last one landed on the ground, Godric quickly shuffled to Eric, who was beginning to open his eyes as the ping of the bullets awoke him.

She crawled over to him and bent over his face, staring at him in awe.

"He's fine." She looked up at a relieved Godric who nodded his head in approval. 

Eric pushed her out of the way gently and sped to his feet. His body healed and pushed out a singular bullet. 

"I didn't need your help." He muttered, standing near Godric as he brushed debris off of his chiseled torso.

Katya looked down at her mangled body and then traced her eyes up at Eric. "I can take a silver bullet to the heart. I do not think you can say the same about yourself, Mr. Northman." Eric scoffed and turned away from her to observe the scene.

Godric began to walk over to the living room, which took the brunt of the force. Blood and dead vampires who've met the true death infested the entirety of the household. Their remains were an endless trail of red sludge. 

He walked shamelessly in guilt as he stared at the survivors who wore nothing but sadness and anger on their faces. Their souls yearned for a cruel revenge against Newlin and his blind followers. 

As Nik and Katya finally reunited, they ran and embraced each other. Katya's warmth wrapped around Nik's chilled body. She shivered as their skin met, and as she closed her eyes in his chest, she felt the tranquility that Nik solely reserved for his maker. 

They didn't see the need to speak as their reunion had sufficed their words. As they had finally unlocked, Katya had caught sight of an unscathed but frightened Barry, catching sight left and right of the terrors that he had failed to prevent.