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beautyandthewarcanons · 3 years

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Echo's Beacon: Part Thirty One

[You can read part thirty here! All BATW & DTTR characters belong to @poisonappletales ! ❤]

Everyone in the room stopped, their attention on me as I began to scream in sheer terror. My hands were plastered to the sides of my head, unable to see the cause of my sudden torment- or rather, hear it. No one knew what was happening or what to do, either standing or looking around helplessly, as if a solution would appear out of thin air.

Wind narrowed his eyes, recalling what had occurred in the basement. Without warning, he strode over, hopping onto the mattress.

And upon whirling around, shielding me, he emitted a ferocious roar, baring his teeth threateningly. Anyone standing near the bed dispersed, and I only clamped my hands tighter over my ears. I dared to open my eyes, watching Roslyn as she slowly retreated, slinking back into the shadows. Wind glanced back at me as I flopped onto my side from the exhaustion.

The group looked around, bewildered. "Sir Wind... did you see it...?" Ambrosia dared to ask.

"No. But what I did must have worked." Wind replied, getting to his feet.

"Everyone, go to your bedrooms. We're turning in for the night." Barium announced. Ambrosia went over to help me as I shuffled out of the room. Chase frowned deeply as he watched me avoid eye contact with anyone.

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I curled up in bed that night, unable to sleep. Jasmine had practically dragged Ambrosia out of the room, not comfortable with her being in the same room with me overnight after my outburst. It soon phased into early morning, and I was still unable to rest. Sighing in defeat, I decided to get a glass of water. If I ran into any spirits, so be it. I couldn't stop them even if I tried, anyway.

I quietly made my way through the silent corridors, heading toward the kitchen. Once there, I opened the fridge, taking out the almost empty pitcher of water. Funny, I thought I had filled it up before the party had begun last evening.

I exhaled slowly. Another group activity, another disaster. I poured myself a glass. The pitcher had just enough water to fill it, placing it in the sink. I was about to shut the fridge when I heard a sound coming from the dining room. I craned my head, furrowing a brow. I closed the fridge without diverting my gaze.

As a result, I didn't notice a sinister apparition I had not yet encountered directly, having been standing behind the open refrigerator door.

She stood, tall and rigid. Charred skin, bared teeth clenched into a permanent scowl. A stiff, black hat on her head with feathers as sharp as blades protruding from it. A dress equally as dark that fell to the floor. Smoke and ash seemed to rise from her, dissipating into the air.

As I moved toward the sound, she floated behind me, only a few feet separating us. I stopped at the doorway, the dining room im view. My mouth parched, I dared to take a gulp of cool water.

It was then that my eyes caught movement.

I took a step back. I still had not noticed Winifred. Her arm outstretched, if I had taken even one step back, her iron grip would've taken hold.

It was then, a hand stretched out from under the long table. Dragging across the floor, I knew exactly who he was.

I quickly went to him as he choked. I dropped my glass on the floor, a single drop remaining inside it. I felt helpless as he clutched his throat. My eyes moistened with fresh tears.

"You really loved her." My voice cracked.

Alistair drew back a bit, his choking surprisingly beginning to subside, allowing him to speak. "Grief has never left me." I furrowed my brows as I sat on my knees, listening. "All of the little things. Her smile... the way she gazed at something... the deep well of her soul. Things most neither acknowledged nor appreciated. She became my everything. And now... all is lost to me." His brow creased then. "But then... you came, miss. You... who is so much like her. Your eyes behold both sadness and wonder. Your cries are felt, but not heard. A centerpiece that does not radiate, but lingers." His hollow blue eyes widened a moment. "You are in grave danger. The source of which is as much from the living as of the dead."

"So... you know that... that you're..."

"But of course, miss. But we are all bound here. I cannot see her." His voice quieted then. "I know she is here... my beloved... but she presents not to me."

"It's the guilt. You can't see beyond it."

"Perhaps. But I can see you. Your face... it brings me comfort. Despite this... you must leave this place. Your life will be taken."

I shook my head. "I can't... the bridge... it's still being repaired."

"I attempted to protect you that night. From that animal. You are very much like her, miss. My Katherine. It is why many of them resent you. It was her demise... which ultimately led to theirs."

"... What about Uvall?" I asked suddenly.

Alistair frowned. "I know of that name, but I fear I do not know of what it may conjure. It is something I never wish to know. Even the monstrosities here do not engage with such a being."

I nodded. I wanted to just get up and walk away, go to bed, but I couldn't will myself to move. My whole body felt tense. I looked down at my hands to see they were trembling.

And then, his hands slid into mine to hold them.

My gaze snapped up. The sound of my own breathing seemed to have intensified.

"You remind me of him." My voice trembled.

"... I'm glad of that, miss." His voice lowered once more. "I must ask you to allow me to remain by you."

"Why?" I asked.

"Allow me to take the pain I know all too well from you this night. I do not wish to witness you endure such suffering."

Before I could reply, he cupped my face with his hands, planting a single, chaste kiss.

My heart began to race. I couldn't stop myself from reciprocating his gesture even if I wanted to.

We held onto one another for dear life. It felt as if I was drowning in bliss. This was all I had ever wanted, my perfect someone to call my own, love me unconditionally. Who knew that someone wouldn't even be from this world?

The thick dining hall carpet below cushioned us as he drew me down to my side. His fingertips stroked my head, my eyelids fluttering closed as a grin stretched across my face.

Just then, there was a bright light.

"Alistair-"

"Do not fret, miss. There is nothing to fear. I will remain beside you until you wake. You shall fall into a deep slumber... but you will still feel me." His voice was a whisper, the tail end beginning to fade as the light blurred before everything faded to darkness. I could still feel his fingers petting my head.

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My eyes cracked open, sunlight washing over me from the window. Squinting, I began to sit up-

"Oh, shit-" My head throbbed sharply, my hand darting to my forehead to hold it for a moment.

"Lady Kara, you must lay back down."

I jolted a bit. "Oh, what- Ambrosia?"

"It's alright, lady Kara. There's no need to be alarmed. You are safe now."

I groaned, the back of my head making contact with the pillow once more. "Safe? What's going on?"

"Nothing at this moment in time, and we're hoping it remains that way."

My eyes blinked open. Arsenik was standing at the foot of my bed.

In fact, there were several others in the room as well.

"Uh... what are you all doing? Why are you standing around... there?"

"Miss Kara..." Arsenik went to move closer, when I noticed someone at my right. Chase shot the Hulder a glare. He had been there the whole time. "... do you remember anything which transpired last night?"

I furrowed a brow. "Did I do something?" I stopped then.

"No. You didn't do anything wrong. But someone did." Chase answered, once again shooting Arsenik a glare.

"How did I get back here?" I asked. Ambrosia tried to stop me from sitting up. I did so anyway, slowly, staring at the painting for a moment. "... Oh... he must have brought me here. After...-"

"Lady Kara... you remember seeing sir Viktor?"

I blinked, shaking my head. "Viktor?"

The mentioned Hulder twiddled his fingers, glancing away for a moment.

"Kara..." Barium approached then. "I'm sure you're very confused right now. I need you to tell us anything you remember from last night. It's very important."

"Okay... well, I came in here after being terrorized by Roslyn. I couldn't sleep, because Jasmine had Ambrosia taken to her and Rosemary's room. So... I got up to get some water." I said.

"Where was the water when you retrieved it?" Barium asked.

"In the pitcher, where else?" I asked.

"Where was the pitcher?"

"Why is this so important?"

"Kara, please." Barium frowned.

"Okay... in the fridge."

"How much water did you drink?"

"I drank what was left in it. There was just enough for a glass."

Wind, who was silently listening in the back of the group, glanced at Viktor for a moment.

"What did you do with the pitcher?"

"I put it in the sink... something wrong with that?"

Arsenik furrowed a brow. "You did not refill the pitcher, miss Kara?"

"... No? I'm pretty sure I didn't. I wasn't in the mood to wash it." At this, Arsenik glanced at Barium uneasily.

"What happened next?" The monarch asked.

I proceeded to tell them of my encounter with Alistair. "He warned me to leave this place... but clearly, we can't. But then... I- I lost myself, we- lost ourselves. I reminded him of Katherine. I couldn't let go of him if I wanted to." Chase began to frown deeply. "I can't remember the last time I felt so... blissful. Alistair must have brought me here. Is that why you're all here? Did you see him? Did you see us? Do you finally believe me?"

"... Lady Kara... it was sir Viktor who came upon you in the night. He too, had awoken to fetch some water."

"You must have refilled the pitcher of water, miss Kara." Viktor spoke up then. "It was filled to the brim, and returned to the ice box. I... had just returned it myself when..."

"When what? Viktor, I don't understand-"

"He described to me a scream unlike any other he has heard before reached him. That is when he came upon you in the dining hall. He told me that he found you writhing in agony, convulsing violently." I fell silent.

"By the time Viktor carried you back toward the bedrooms, you were inches from death." Barium continued. Ambrosia's hands began to tremble. "Ambrosia saved your life."

"His highness requested the Imugi inspect the cup nearby where you were. There was only a small amount of residue... but just enough to determine that it was-"

"Arsenic." Wind cut the Hulder off. "You were poisoned."

I looked at all of them, stunned. "I was not poisoned. I would- I would have remembered- there has to be some mistake."

"No, miss Kara. It isn't. What you thought transpired was an illusion. It isn't real." Arsenik said then.

My brows twisted up then, shaking my head. "No. No, it was real. I felt it. I felt every second of it. I felt his words. I felt his eyes. I felt the love he had for her, and in that moment he felt it for me. I felt everything."

"Kara... there is a possibility that someone was roaming about between the time you used the pitcher and when Viktor did. Maybe, they were anticipating you beforehand-"

"I was not poisoned." I cut Barium off.

"Lady Kara... please listen to them." Ambrosia begged.

"No... no, I am not going to sit here while you all look at me like I'm crazy. I'm going to find him." I flung my covers off. When Ambrosia tried to stop me, I shook her off. Those present became unsettled as I made my way out of the room, swaying with lingering dizziness as I did so. "I'm going to prove it once and for all, I am not crazy, what I'm seeing and feeling and hearing is real!" I stormed toward the dining hall. "Alistair! Alistair!" I called, looking all around me once I was in the large room. "Where are you? I need you!"

"Kara..." Chase gripped my shoulders. "There's nobody here now." He then stiffened, his eyes resting on something. I turned, looking over my shoulder.

A large, discolored stain was soaked into the carpet. It was right near where I had been laying the night before. I froze.

"Lady Kara, please, you must come back to bed..." Ambrosia pleaded.

"... This doesn't belong here." I said, my whole body stiff as I went to the kitchen. I frantically began to sift through the cabinets, pouring soap into a bucket and filling it with water. Bubbles rapidly rose to the surface. I took a rag, placing the bucket down as I began to madly scrub the spot.

Arsenik felt helpless. He glanced over at Viktor, who shifted on his feet nervously. X came in the room then, Ambrosia looking at him wordlessly. The prisoner approached me.

"Hey, lady. Will ya stop for a second?"

I continued to scrub. "Why isn't it coming out...?" I whimpered. I kept looking under the table. "Why isn't he here...?"

"Alright, come on lady, knock it off-" He began to pry the sponge out of my hands.

"No- stop- let go of it!!!" I began to scream. "He's here! I'm telling you that he's here!" I cried. X tossed the sponge aside as my face contorted in anguish.

"Onyx... bring her back to her room." Barium said quietly. The Executioner nodded once. As he hoisted me up, my screams echoed through the halls as I was taken away. When I was finally put away, only silence was left behind.

To be continued...

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kcdiehlartandwriting · 7 years

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Chapter 20 Sometimes You Need a Little Magic in Your Life

Its finally here chapter 20 sorry it took so long; you all would not believe the writers block I had with this chapter. Eric is a little OOC in this chapter and this chapter touches on some darker subjects but I dont thing its really that deep.

I sat in the center of the small cage my knees pulled to my chest trying to make myself as small as possible. I was tired Eric had been gone for few hours now, my neck hurt from the shocks from the collar, and I had learned quickly he was good on his promise of torture. I had tried protesting when he began to lay silver on Pam only to be shut down with volts of electricity. I shivered as I heard Pam bite out a scream my hands clamping to my ears trying to block out the world around me.

“How are you my dear?” I jumped banging my head on the side of the cage when the Magister appeared next to me. “It’s your turn.” He unlocked the cage in fast swift movements. I scurried as far away from the door as I could in the small cage but I felt a cold boney hand on my ankle. “Do not resist human or I will start breaking things.” I felt my body go stiff as he squeezed my ankle in a bruising grip no emphasis his point; I let go if the bars and was dragged out of the cage my back scrapped against the concrete floor. “That’s a good pet.” The Magister then flung me across the room though I did not hit anything other than the floor the wind was still knocked out of me and I could feel the bruising start on my side. I was gasping for air when I felt cold metal shackles latched on to my wrists and my arms were raised over my head abruptly as the Magister hooked the chain of the shackle to meat hook hanging from the ceiling; my feet now just skimmed the floor. I bit back a groan as my shoulders quickly began to burn. “Let’s see how long you can last. I made a promise to myself that I would not draw blood until after Northman has failed to come up with any evidence, but there are other things that I can do.”

Eric’s POV

‘Damn it!’ I came to a stop just past the border of Mississippi and Louisiana. I had obliterated a tree with a single punch. They were being tortured and I had brought it upon them. I flexed my hand feeling my split knuckles heal. I had to find Bill-fucking-Compton and turn him over to the Magister if I had any hope of saving my girls. I let a frustrated growl out before continuing my way to the King of Mississippi.

When I arrived at the edge of his property I was greeted by two large vampires that were part of the King’s security. I raised my hands letting them know that I meant no harm. They both garbed an arm and led me into the king’s home. We entered his home through two large doors “This isn’t really necessary.” I told them with a sly chuckle, “I come in peace.” I noticed the king’s lover when I entered the foyer.

“Hello. Have we met?” His Grecian accent still strong after so many years of life. Though my kind was excellent at hiding emotions I could see his desire for me, he was not being satisfied. I smirked at that I could use his desperation for attention to my advantage.

“Eric Northman, sheriff, Louisiana Area five. I’ve come to see the king.”

“Talbot, royal consort.” He introduced himself and with a flick of his hand he shewed away the henchmen. “What brings you to our home?”

“I have a problem in my area and the king may be of help.” I explained as I moved closer to him, eyeing him like I desired him. I could practically smell his need to fucked.

“What seems to be the problem, Mr. Northman?” He asked eyeing me.

“A vampire in my area has gone missing and he is suspected of selling V.” I answered him.

“That does sound serious. Who is the vampire?”

“To what do I own the pleasure of hosting the sheriff of area five? Eric Northman correct? I am Russell Edgington king of the fine state of Louisiana.” Came the charismatic drawl of the king of Louisiana.

“Your majesty, it is an honor to finally meet you in person.” I bowed my head showing my respect. “I have a mater to discuss with you that pertains to a vampire that may have fled into your area. And before pursing any action I have come to you first with such matters out of respect.” I answered the king.

“That is quite the predicament, I appreciate your courtesy. Come we will discuss over drinks.” Russel beckoned me with a finger leading us into his dining room.

Emilia’s POV

My breathes were coming out in muffled huffs as I tried to not think about the excruciating pain that was now radiating down the entirety of my back and legs. The metal cuffs long ago cut of the circulation to my fingers and caused my wrist to become raw and chapped. “How are you doing my dear?” The Magister asked, I could hear the pleasure he took in my pain as he poked me in between my shoulder blades forcing me off my toes causing another chain reaction of me yelping in pain then being shocked for causing too much noise. “Oh, you are a strong one like your friend Pam over there and just as hard to break; I can see why Northman likes you. Just a few more minutes and I’ll put you back in the cage. That sound good to you?” He whispered in my ear. “Tick tock, tick tock, just a few more seconds now.” He whispered in my ear as he held his wrist watch in my line of sight. I felt his emaciated hands scratch up my spine “One more thing before I let you down.” The Magister’s fingers pushed on my right shoulder blade, I immediately let out a scream as my shoulder was popped out of its socket. The pain from the dislocation was worse than the shock delivered to my neck for the scream. I had tears streaming down my face when I was removed from the hook and was thrown unceremoniously on to the floor of the cage. “Now ladies this has been a wonderful couple of hours. I think I am going to go to ground and we will get back to this wonderful bonding session tomorrow evening.” I heard the latch and click of the lock of the cage before his leather wingtips made their way to Pam. “Silver really is your color my dear. Now you two be good and have a nice nap.” With a blur, he was gone and Pam and I were plunged into darkness.

I laid there on the floor of the cage letting out ragged pants, my heart hammered in my ears. I carefully tried to shift my body to find the least painful position with my wrist still cuffed together. I couldn’t tell if my body was shaking from the cold or pain anymore, they were one in the same at this point.

“Hey Pixie?” Pam called me, “Eric is going to come, I know it. I’m sure you’ve seen it… the way he looks at you. He is going to find the information that we need and he is going to find Bill and he is going to get us out of this.” I listened to her; her words giving me some comfort. “I know you are in pain.” I could her the pain she masked well though the silver that sizzle on her alabaster skin. “So am I. Try not to think about it, try to think about something else something that will help you get through the pain and see past this time.”

I knew she was trying to tell me to focus on having a vison but I was in too much pain to force one to come: if I was going to have one, it was not going to be of my choice. Though I would long for the sweet temporary relief to my mind wondering would give my body.

Eric’s POV

Frustration, anger, regret, agony were words that could not begin to describe what I was feeling at this point. I was in a complete shit show and I was having trouble seeing a way out. My child and lover were being tormented at the hands of a mad man who was turned during the inquisition; and though I have gained the backing of Russell he has me spending the night like some sort of slumber party. I could not feel their pain as intensely; I could still feel their fear but the Magister has taken a break while going to ground. There were still some hours left in the day so I forced myself to sleep, I would be no use to them weakened by the bleeds.

That night I was spurred awake by pain from my bond. Letting out a deep growl I threw a nearby vase across the room. “Fuck.” Closing my eyes, I tried to suppress my rage, that would do them no good here. I changed quickly into the new shirt Talbot had supplied to me before we retired for the morning. I left my room and went in search of the king.

Emilia’s POV

I was scared awake when the Magister slammed opened the door to Eric’s dungeon “Good evening ladies. How did you two sleep? Well I hope?” His cheerfulness was disturbing. I heard him approach me, “You my dear are lucky today I am just going to be focusing my attention on Pamala. I have to be careful not to break you too much until you are mine.” There was the ever-present enjoyment in his voice that made my skin crawl.

Eric’s POV

“Eric!” Sookie whispered yelled at me as I lead her up the stairs to the room she was being kept in. “Let me go! We have to get Bill out of here. That woman has done something to him! You have to help me!” She pleaded while trying to pry my cold fingers from her warm arm.

I feral snarl escaped my lips as I grabbed her by her tan neck and slammed her into the wall. “If you could shut up now that would be great. I really do not give a flying fuck that Bill Compton has left you, I had nothing to do with it, you need to get over it he is obviously done with you.” I saw the start of tears form in the corners of her eyes. “And I have my own shit to worry about.” I hissed. “Pam and Emilia are being held and tortured as we speak and I am stuck between a rock and hard place.”

“What do you mean Emilia is being tortured?” Sookie stuttered out.

“Eric hurry up we have a Queen to see.” I heard Russell call from the front door.

“I do not have time for you.” I whispered picking her up and running her to her room locking her in.

“Eric!!” She yelled banging on the door.

I was down the stairs and approaching the king with a slight bow, “Your Majesty, sorry for the wait.”

“It is no trouble, humans can be so fickle.” He smirked. “Tell me about your human why she is so important?” He drawled as we took to the sky.

“She makes me feel something that I have not felt since I was still human.” I was treading in dangerous waters as I spoke with him. “She has a few more things she wishes to experience as human and once those are done I am going to turn her.” The lie came easily, I had no real intention of turning Emilia unless she asked to be to.

“Ah young love, I remember when I first met Talbot. He was this exotic little Grecian boy, a poet. His oral skills were quite renowned among a certain community if you catch my drift? There is sometimes I do miss a warm mouth around a hard cock.” He gave a sly smirk. “He too gave me that spark you mentioned, hold on to that Mr. Northman you don’t want to lose it.”

Emilia’s POV

I was sitting in the corner resting my left side against the bars of the cage, trying to drown out Pam’s screams and the stench of her skin burning. As I stared off into the darkness of this nightmare I felt the claws of a vision try to take hold of me; a part of me willed it to go away and part of me tried to make it surface the latter eventually won. I had a feeling it was going to be about Eric, what about him I had yet to see.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath letting the pain and fear fade away the best I could before I opened my eyes to see myself, Pam, and Eric standing together staring at the Magister chained to the same table he had Pam on in the real time. Next to him was a younger man than the Magister but older than Eric in at least in appearance who carried himself proudly. My vision flickered like a dying light before I heard Pam’s muffled screams.

I knew Eric was coming and I wish I could tell Pam she was right but I did not want to risk another volt to my neck it was already sore and it didn’t help that pain from my dislocated shoulder intensified everything. Every part of me felt exposed and raw, my wrist we’re chaffed if had been hung up any longer I would have been bleeding. And none of this pain could deter the increasing tightness in my stomach from lack of food and water. I knew Eric was coming he was going to save Pam from the true death and me from actual death but I feared how close we were going to get.

“I had one of my underlings pick this up earlier.” I heard him speaking to Pam as pulled out the recognizable powder teal blue box with the white ribbon.

“Now how’d you know I was a Tiffany’s girl?” Pam asked cheekily.

“A little birdy told me. Now I see your ears are already pierced so I hope you don’t mind that I will have to pierce your eyelids.” He said placing the box down with one silver earring in hand.

“Go for it.” Was all Pam said.

The Magister was leaning down to Pam about to pull her eyelid up when I heard the slamming open of doors “Enough!” It was Eric he was back.

“Eric.” Pam sighed visible and I let out a small whimper as I turned to see him standing there with a slight look of fright.

“Mr. Northman. It’s only enough if Bill Compton is with you.” The Magister had yet to move from Pam. “Is he?”

“No Magister the queen of Louisiana is.” At that moment, the woman I had a vision about a few days ago came walking down the stairs. “I’ll confess that you were correct before in suspecting me, but everything I did was at her behest.” Eric gave a slight nod to Sophie Anna who had stepped out from behind him wearing a long white jumper and various necklaces; still something out of the 1920s/.

The Magister slowly walked towards Eric “You realize of course you are committing treason throwing your queen under the bus as you are.”

“But she is no longer my queen.” Eric stated I raised a confused brow to him. “My loyalty is to Mississippi now.” My eyes widened wonder what Eric’s plan was.

I heard the door open again, “And Mississippi’s proud to claim Mr. Northman as one of her own.” A thin man with brunette hair came down the stairs now. “Love the place, love the vibe, we must talk franchising later.” He looked at Eric.

The Magister chuckled “Russell Edgington.” Not looking too pleased to see the man.

“You can call me king.” If words could be a bitch slap that would be it.

The Magister gave a slight nod before turning to the queen “Is it true what Northman says?”

“Yes, Magister.” She spoke softly like a small child that knew she was in trouble.

The Magister sighed “Then I’m afraid I’m going to have to arrest you.” He began to approach the queen, “By the powers invested in me by the Authority I hereby-“

“The Authority?” Russell laughed cutting off the vampire Miranda Rights “Are you serious? Who are the Authority?” Russell smiled tightly at the older man “What gave them the authority?”

I saw Eric go to Pam’s side “Are you okay?” He asked her.

Pam nodded, “Pixie isn’t.” She whispered. I saw Eric’s eyes meet mine I could see the worry in them; unable to speak I nodded to him to help Pam first, I was in pain but I at least wasn’t being burned. Eric reached for something to cover his hand so he could remove the silver from Pam.

“SHE STAYS ON THE TABLE!” The Magister snapped “And she” he pointed at me “Stays caged and collared.” I could see Eric tenses has he fought the urge to rip of the man’s head. After the quick outburst, Russell and the Magister returned to their discussion about the Authority. It was clear that to me that even though I had only a vague idea of what the Authority; Russell was against it and the Magister was for it. “I am forbidden to conduct any rights of alignment unless specifically authori-“

“Unless specifically authorized to do so by the Authority.” Russell interrupted him, his hand miming a talking mouth. “Yes, well, perhaps you have not quite grasped the subtext of our earlier exchange, but there’s a new fucking Authority in town.” Russell snapped as the three of them stood over Pam who still laid on the table.

“I swear fealty now and always to the one true vampire Authority.” The Magister began to recite like a pledge, however Russell was becoming quickly annoyed.

I wasn’t even aware that Russell had removed me from the cage and switched Pam and the Magister around until I felt Eric’s cool arms round my waist. I collapsed into him not eating or drinking anything for almost three days had finally taken its toll on me now that I was standing on my own. I felt Eric’s icy fingers make quick work of removing the shackles and collar. I heard the clicking of Eric’s fangs and saw him biting his wrist before placing it to my lips, “Drink.” He whispered the command in my ear and I welcomed the warm copper taste. His blood was soothing, refreshing almost. As I drank from him and I wondered vampires always feel so cold but their blood was always warm. “Good girl, that’s enough for now.” I let out a whimper when I felt my shoulder slowly pop itself back into place. Eric kept a firm arm around my waist keeping me up, his blood helped me feel better but I was still weak.

I turned to Pam and saw that the burns from the silver wear healing. “Are you ok?” I asked lowly my voice still a little hoarse from the shock collar, though I was sure it would be fine in a few minutes after Eric’s blood had more time to work. Her face grimaced before she gave me a small nod. Eric placed a hand on the small of her back giving her some comfort.

I heard the Magister scream, I turned my head in time to see Russell pull the stake part of the Magister’s can from his shoulder. “You can dish it out, but you sure can’t take it, can, Magister?” I smirked at her comment letting out a brief ‘ha.’

“Let’s see how this plays out, Pam, Emilia.” Eric stated not taking his eyes off what was happing in the room. “You can always taunt later.” He promised.

“Can we hurry this along? I’m getting cold feet.” Sophie Anne complained as Russell made another hole in the vile man’s torso.

“Oh of course my little pudding.” Russell smiled before turn back to his pray, “This could be so much less painful if you just said the fucking words!” Russell spit in the Magister’s face. The Magister once again started to recite his oath but stopped when the end of his can laid over his heart. “Ah, ah, ah. Your call” Was all Russell had to say.

I could not help but smile a little when I saw how defeated Pam and I’s tormentor looked. “I hereby pronounce you husband and wife.”

“Thank you.” The King of Mississippi removed the cane from its precarious position.

“Yes thanks, I am so happy I could bleed.” Sarcasm dripped from the Queen’s lips. The two monarchs sealed their nuptials a double cheek kiss.

“Congratulations, your Majesties.” Eric was first to speak.

“Yes, Congrats.” Pam clapped with fake enthusiasm.

Russel gave a flourish of a bow as Sophie Anne made her way to the stairs. “You do realize the authority will never recognize- “

“You see this is where you and I differ Magister.” Russell drawled. “I truly believe they will and soon.” He bit out walking up to the man pointing the sharp end of the cane in his face. “Andalusia, the Iberian Peninsula. Later 9th century, no?” Russell asked him before shouting something in a language I did not understand. “Whatever, it’s a long enough time for you to have outgrown your blind allegiance to the Authority and their rule of law. There is only one law: The law of nature the survival of the fittest.” He spat. “And we need to take this world back from the humans,” my eyes widen realizing he was not too fond of my kind I pressed myself closer to Eric. “not placate them with billboards and PR campaigns while they destroy it. That is not authority that is abdicating authority.”

“Your Majesty, shall we?” Eric raised a brow indicating they had something else to do.

Russell looked bewildered for a moment before speaking “We shall.” He started walking towards the stairs, Eric turned me in his arms gently pushing me up the steps with the other two female vamps following. “Actually no.” Russell proclaimed drawing are attention, “Say hello to the true death.” He said extending the cane in his arm before he swung the cane chopping the Magisters head off like he was hitting a golf ball. We all watched it fly across the damp room before crashing to the ground like a water balloon his body soon followed in the same destruction. “Now we shall.” Was all Russell said until he passed Eric and I on the stairs. “It was lovely meeting you Miss Emilia, I look forward to seeing you as one of us in due time.”

‘One of us? A vampire?’ I thought to myself before I forced myself to speak, “Yes it was a pleasure as well your Majesty.”

Russell looked from me then to Eric, “Tend to your human, but I expect to see you before sunset.”

“Of course, your Majesty.” Eric bowed his head a little.

“Come pudding we have your things to collect.” With that the two monarchs were gone in a gust of wind.

“What the fuck was that about?” I asked as Eric started to lead me up the stairs again.

“I will discuss it later with you, first you need food then I am taking you home; where you will rest, and wait for me to return.”

“Eric I am not some princess you can lock away in a tower when things get dicey.” I stopped turning to him.

“You are when what I am about to do could very well endanger your life more than it already is.” He scolded me like was a child.

“What are you going to do?” I asked him worried. “You’re not going to…” My voice trailed off as my knees gave out and my world changed from the dark dungeon of Fangtasia to dimly lit office where I saw Eric with another vampire as they looked at trinkets in case behind the desk. I watched as Eric stared at what looked like a golden crown. ‘Wait I recognize that.’ It was the same crown in that dream I had with Eric’s father. Then that meant this was the man who killed Eric’s family.

“It’s been a while, Talbot” I heard Eric whisper coyly looking at the other man.

“Since you’ve been with a man?” Asked the darker skinned vampire.

“Since I’ve been with a vampire.” I then watched as Eric turned the other vampire around before bending him over the desk, I was about to close my eyes when I heard a grotesque ripping sound and saw the man who Eric started to fuck pop like a bubble.

My vision flashed again and I found myself sitting laying on the couch in Eric’s office with him leaning over me. I blinked a few times trying to right myself and make sure this was reality before asking, “Whose Talbot? And why does he have your father’s crown.”

“Talbot showed me my father’s crown? Where?” Eric asked urgently.

“In some office, I don’t know where, I only know the vampire’s name because you said before you started fucking him then you ripped out his spine and he went pop.” I answered quickly.

“Talbot is Russell’s lover, Talbot is too young to be the one that had my family slaughtered. That office we were in was more than likely Russell’s. Did you see anything else?” I shook my head, Eric took a moment to calculate the options he had in his hand. “Change of plans you will stay here with Pam, I will go pick something up for you to eat and a new set of clothes before I take you somewhere more secure, before I return to Mississippi.” He explained as he stood to his full height. I stood up following him.

“Eric wait. Where am I going to stay now? Are you seriously going to fuck him?” I was not fond of the idea of him fucking someone else.

Eric was in my face as the last words left my lips, his movements surprised me causing me to fall back on the couch. “You are not going home now because Russell knows your scent and your importance to me, I am going to be taking you to that shifters place I am cashing in a favor he owes me. You will be safer there he’ll be able to smell any of wears Russell has in his control coming and his equally pungent wet dog smell will mask yours.” He let out a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a growl. “I am so close to achieving something that I have been wanting for more than a thousand years. And I will be damned if I stop now this close. I am putting you as far away from this danger I can. If Godric was answering my calls I would have you with him but he is currently somewhere in the UK trying to find answers for you, for us.” Eric sighed heavily before resting his head on my shoulder “And no I will not fuck him, I’ll kill him before that even happens, you are the only one I fuck now.” He nipped at my ear causing me to blush. Vampires claimed that humans were so emotional but being with Eric is sometimes like playing Russian roulette. “Now I will be gone no more than half an hour, I will have Pam bring you something to drink, get some rest.”

“Eric,” I whispered. “One more thing, what did Russell mean… when he spoke to me?”

“I needed to convince him to come with me to save you and Pam. He does not see humans as anything more than food. So, I played on his emotions a little and likened our relationship to his with Talbot, telling him that once you were done completing a few more human things I would be turning you.” He explained and he must have saw my worry in my face, “Don’t worry I will only turn you if you ask. But it is something I do hope for now, especially after what we learned in Dallas but you’ve learned more than anyone that the future can be changed.” Eric pressed his cold lips to my forehead. “I have to go, rest, I will be back shortly.” With that he was gone in a gust of wind.

I sat on the couch in Sam’s home as he and Eric talked on the porch. I couldn’t make out their voices but I could see Sam fuming a little and Eric had his little smirk. ‘He likes teasing too much.’ There was a brief lull before the two of them reentered the house. “Sam will watch you until either myself or Pam comes to get you. You have clothes and some of your things to keep you entertained I don’t know how long this will last; hopefully not loner than a day or two. You are to do what he says and stay either in this house or at the bar, do you understand?” Eric spoke firmly to me like a parent does a child who is going to a sleepover for the first time; I nodded feeling too tired to argue with him. “Good girl, and when this is all done I will take you on a vacation to where ever you wish to go.” Kissing my lips, he whispered “Behave and I will see you soon.” And once again he was gone, at least this time I am not trapped in is his dungeon.

“Alright, you can take the bed you look about ready to drop.” Sam said from the kitchenet as he pulled a beer out of the fridge.

“You don’t have to do that the couch is fine.” I said patting the cushion next to me.

“Nah you take the bed it will be safer anyway farther way from the door and the window there are too small for any wolf to get in. And besides I’m going to go out running for a few minutes to make sure your scent isn’t too strong. It’ll be normal for it to be around here but I just want to make sure also I’ll be able to recognize any other new smell that may show up faster.” He finished his beer quickly. “Just let me change the sheets and then you can sleep all you want; bathroom is the last door on the right sorry for the mess.” He was down the hall before I could say otherwise.

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