Back In Time

Chapter 29: The End to of One Chapter

I hated being inside by myself. I looked around the room, wondering what was going on outside. Godric had cut off his side of the bond ages before, after asking Eric to escort me home; so, I had no idea what was happening at court. Eric was closed off for a different reason. Once we arrived home, we caught a foul odour; the odour of weres. Russel Edington had finally made the first move, by sending wolves to snoop around. Talbot must had mention our distrust and what I thought were, subtle enquires.

A loud noise startled me from my inner muses. From my crouching position, I was able to see who ever entered the lair; before they saw me. I couldn't smell or sense any weres nearby; so, the intruder had to be a vampire. But I didn't know if it were a friend or foe.

It was Talbot, his messy greased hair popped up behind the dresser. Growling I launched myself at him, our teeth gnashing at each other. Even though I had improved and was strength; especially with my Fae powers; I was no match for Talbot who was only just slightly younger than Eric. He easily over-powered me and slammed me up against the wall.

Smirking, he reached behind and that's when I saw he had a satchel, and by the smell; there was silver in there. I hissed and bucked as he pulled out Silver stakes. Four of them. With only one hand restraining me; he plunged the stakes into my flesh. I screamed as they punctured my arms and hips. Not realising that he had left my legs free, I attempted to dislodge the stakes. Groaning as the stakes caused my skin and flesh to burn, I was quickly rendered immobilized; he wrapped a large silver chain from each stake to the each, making sure that it touched my skin every chance it got.

Knowing that I wasn't getting free; without Eric or Godric's help, I stopped. Lowering my head, I sighed out, "What do you want?" My voice showed relentless but definitely not defeat. I wasn't going down by this wanker.

Talbot just smiled, claiming a seat, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Just to talk to you", he purred. "I know you aren't really Eric's sister, you may know Norwegian, but you are no Viking." He looked mighty proud of himself. I laughed; I couldn't help it. He appeared so smug because he realized Eric and I aren't related.

"Are you serious? Of course, not by human standards; but we do have the same maker!" I sneered at him, watching amused as his brows puckered together. But my quick thinking didn't get me anywhere, when his smug smile returned.

"No, you aren't siblings; in human terms or vampire terms. He is your maker, isn't he?" The sound of his laugh was like a manic off a horror movie; a D-graded movie. "And Eric is a Viking is he not?"

I felt quite uneasy to where he was going with this. "You know my lover; Russell killed an entire Viking clan except for one. The Kung's son, I believe he told me. He watched as Russell's wolves ripped his father, mother and baby sister apart, and raged as Russell commanded one of them to bring him the crown."

Nauseous is what I felt as I listened him retell the tale of Eric's family being brutality murdered, with such glee. He laughed at the idiocy of Eric's father refusing to spare some goats for the wolves, "That is why this Viking's family were murdered. Pathetic huh?"

He turned to look at me, a nasty gleam in his eye. "I wonder, how did Eric's human family die?"

I wanted to rip his head off from his shoulders. I wanted to kill the bastard; they knew. They knew who Eric was, and why he distrusted them. That's why they were always at Court. Screaming in blinding fury, I felt my palms getting sweaty, a beautiful warmth travelling up my body as I glared at the nervous vampire. Through his mind, I could see myself.

I looked like a goddess, being sacrificed. My body impaled to a wall, a glow illuminating from my chest; as a small ball growing bigger and bigger. My body soon became entirely encased by the light as if someone had thrown a blanket over my body, covering it so none of me was to be seen.

Covering me like a shield was the essence of my fae; one of the most powerful weapons against vampires. My light was as strong as the sun itself, an orb of electricity. As the light grew, so did the heat and my dark fury. The brighter the light became the angrier and furious I felt. I willed all the hurt, pain and hatred I felt at that moment; willed it directly at Talbot and with a roar, released it.

Talbot's screams were barely audible over the sound of the lair breaking and crumbling around us. There was a silent pop, as his body blew into million dust particles. Hanging my head; I knew my time was almost up; I was going to be either crushed under the debris, trapped and unable to find blood to heal myself; or I was going to meet the 'True Death' ironically the same way I witnessed Godric.

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GPOV

I could feel Eric's pain, burning through my chest. Running as fast as I could; I soon arrived to where my Childe was. Part of me instantly saw that Sookie wasn't with him. Then I saw how close we were to our home, he must have locked her in.

My fangs dropped when I spotted a wolf. Growling I materialized in front of it, baring my fangs. It snarled back at me and we launched into a fight. Sadly, for the wolf, I was a millennium and half old. I sank my fangs into its neck and tore its head off, spitting it out and throwing the body away. I could see Eric on the ground, the side of his head was bashed in.

Whipping around, I saw two wolves trying to escape, I let go of the beast; my patience was over. I wanted all of these fuckers dead, I wanted the two vampires who controlled the mutts dead, as puddles at my feet. I hadn't felt this murderous since the night I killed my maker. The only other time I had been any angrier than this was when the Romans murdered my wife and infant daughter. Not noticing that I had shredded the two wolves that attempted to escape, I made my way to Eric. Kneeling down next him, I bit into my wrist, and held his head up. Placing my wrist to his mouth, I groaned as he dropped his fangs and started to drink my blood.

He drank only a little bit; thanks to an indescribable flash of pure dark fury enveloped through our blood ties. It was from Sookie. Our eyes met and we dashed to where the large boulder should have been. Fuck, they got inside. Crouching, we made our way in, our ears trained for any unexpected visitors.

"Did you forget the boulder?" I whispered to my Childe, flinching from the frown he sent me.

"No, of course not!" He growled. Nodding, we keep dashing forward. In all my life, I don't think I was ready for the distracious and horrendous scene that welcomed us.

Our lair; as Sookie liked to call it; was destroyed. The inner walls were all crumbled and smashed. There was the odour of death and fear, spiking my own fear. Sookie was far too young to have gone up against Talbot or Russell by herself. As we inched around the corner, the cry the escaped Eric's lips almost made me dropped to my knees in sorrow.

There was a pile of ashes on the floor, surrounded by debris. A few metres from that, nailed to the wall was our beloved Sookie. Her head was hang low, her body was just flesh and bones; as if someone had skinned her. I smelt silver, and saw that whatever had her fixed to the wall was made out of it; the smell of burning flesh penetrated my nostrils.

Eric raced towards her, blood pouring down his cheeks. I felt wetness trickling down my own, and knew I was crying as well. I watched in agony as Eric, gently removed the stakes, burning himself in the process. Her charred body smoked as he pulled her down from the wall, and laid her down.

Falling to my knees, the feeling of dread became too much for me. Crawling, I approached my two mates; slicing my neck on a hard piece of rock. Eric supported Sookie up and held her head close to my neck massaging her throat, while I willed my blood to flow into her mouth.

"Come on Lover, drink." Eric begged, his face strikened with sorrow.