Their Butterfly {True Blood Romance18+}

V?! For What?!

Only Rikku will have a POV!
Already 50 reads I'm so happy that this book after a short while og bring up has 50 reads.
Which I am really loving that people enjoy anything I write.
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I will fix misspellings later....

Author-sama
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The night was among the Earth, and all vampires would awaken, awaken and hungry for blood.
Vampires like Eric and Godric.

I slept long. I slept hard, that is until the sound of a door opened, and footsteps roused me from my sleep, making my eyes blink open and facing the leather couch, and I slowly sit up rubbing my eyes.
"Hungry?"
I heard Godric ask, and I turn my head so I can look at  him over my shoulder, seeing held a bag of Wendy's and a drink.

"Yes you have no idea."
I say pulling off the covers setting them aside.
I pull my legs to have my boots on the floor.
Godric handed me the sack and the drink which I took a sip of the sugary drink of Dr Pepper.

I swallow the drink I took down and open the sack finding a chicken nugget meal with large fries.
I take two fries out, taking them both in my mouth like a dude would.
I chew and swallow my bite down repeating the process, eating the fries first.
Eric walked into the office holding a bottle of Tru Blood in his hands.

"Eating like you wanted Godric?"
Eric asked Godric.

"Yes Rikku is eating."
Godric answered Eric.

"The food thank you for it."
I tell Godric.

"You are welcome."
Both Eric and Godric say.

"I love Wendy's. My parents used to take me quite a bit as a kid there, even my grandfather."
I tell them, eating a chicken nugget.

"Grandfather?"
Both of them asked.

I smile at the memories flooding through me as I swallowed my food down.
"Yeah, he knew I was different since the day I was born. Knew I wanted to be a boy at a young age instead of a girl, keeping it secret from my parents. My grandfather was a Buddhist, my parents strict Catholics. My grandfather believed I can be whoever I wanted to be due to his religion, and my parents thought it sin I wanted to be a boy.
My grandfather was a kind man, who fought in World War Two, since his father drafted him by force, and my grandfather chose to be a medic, and not be a fighting soldier. Even when I knicked my shins from falling off a bike he still was a medic even after the war, treating my skinned shins, even when mom and dad were at work and me and my sister were sick home from school, he would take care of us in bed with fevers.
He was pure of heart, and he said I inherited that trait. He didn't have a mean bone in his body and neither do I. He died after I turned eight, I remember how much I cried and I'm not much on crying over death, cause I grieve  differently, I grieve in my dreams now than crying back then. But that day I had a fit, the first one I ever had and my dad before everyone at the funeral pulled my pants down and spanked me with a belt. If my grandfather was still living he would do the same for even striking his daughter, a girl.
The beating continued as I grew older, out of the blue. But when I told my sister my secret that was the last straw and I was thrown out of the house at sixteen, because she told my parents, breaking her promise with me. The only person who truly treated me right was my grandfather, my mother even told me I was an accident they never wanted but they kept me because my grandfather talked her into raising me. When I mean I have nobody, I have nobody."
I tell Godric and Eric.
"And you two, want me to let you in? How can I trust you guys after kidnapping me?"
I ask Godric and Eric.

"We know we destroyed your trust, but we shall not do it again. We want you by our side, be ours. We shall protect you, protect you from being alone."
Godric says taking the drink from me, and takes one chicken nugget from my box, and places it in my mouth.
"With us you will never be alone."
Godric smirked down at me as I chew the chicken nugget in my mouth.