CHAPTER FOURTY FIVE

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         DAKOTA HAD SPEND MOST OF HER DAY BABYSITTING THE THREE THOUSAND YEAR OLD BURNED VAMPIRE AT FANGTASIA. The woman was running out of things to do, having stocked some alcohol bottles out of pure boredom and organising the stacks of napkins on the counter. Dakota now sat on Eric's chair with a magazine in her hands about different kinds of coffins.

"Miss. Elkins?" sang Russell.

The king of Mississippi had been trying to get her attention for a while now, but to no avail. Dakota was not giving him the time of day and it was starting to get on his nerves. Russell tried to turn his head to meet her eyes but the chain holding him in place wouldn't allow him. "I'd like to propose a deal."

Dakota closed the magazine with a roll of her eyes and crossed her legs. "Oh, this ought to be good."

Russell seemed pleased that he finally got some words out of her and said, "I will give you my word that I will not harm you or anyone you love."

"Stepping around the fact that your words mean as much as tits on a turtle?" she raised her brows, slightly amused as she leaned forward in her chair to show her interest. Dakota wanted to know what she could coax out of him. "What else?"

"One million dollars." said Russell.

"Five."

"Two."

"Seven." countered Dakota, eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Fine," he sighed, defeated. "five."

"What else?"

Russell thought about it for a moment, silence settling over the bar before he said, "I will kill Eric Northman." Dakota stayed silent. "And that progeny of his, and his joke of a maker. All three of them. Or none. Or just one of your choosing. It is up to you, Miss. Elkins."

Dakota blinked away her surprise as she got up from the viking's chair and jumped down the small stage to stand before him. The whites of his eyes had turned red and he looked positively more terrifying that way.

"All of them." she said. "And your house in Mississippi. I quite like that house."

Russell tried to hold in a snarl. "Done."

Dakota grinned, pleased. "What do I have to do in return?"

The vampire clenched his jaw, in utter disbelief of the stupidity of the girl as he threw his hands in the air with an annoyed shout. "Release me!"

"No," she stated, simply.

Dakota turned her back to him and leaned over the bar to grab herself a can of soda. Eric had stocked up his bar with her favourite drinks. It was something she had found out when he kept bringing her drinks whenever she was at Fangtasia.

"It may not be me," he growled, trying to get her attention once more. "but someday some vampire is gonna rip you open to get at the essence inside of you. There is no way around that."

"Shut up." she glared.

"You don't know what it's like to drink your blood. It is paradise. Arcadia. Nirvana. Who even knows what your blood is capable of? Heh." he smiled to himself as his eyes met her dark ones. "I am surprised that your Mr. Northman has showed such restraint. He is either a true gentleman, or very, very smart."

Dakota furrowed her brows. "Smart, why?"

The grin didn't leave the vampires face as he said, "By showing such a degree of control, he is able to make the experience last that much longer. That's basic tantra. But the others won't be able to stop themselves. They'll drain you dry, which is a shame, really. The rose only blooms for a short while, I suppose."

"I hate you." Dakota confessed, drink forgotten beside her as she slid off the bar stool.

"You better hope to god I die," he snarled, eyes blown with anger. "because I will rip you open and feed your entrails to your-"

Russell wasn't able to finish his sentence as Dakota took hold of the glass urn with his husbands remains in them. Dakota didn't know much about him, but she knew it was a touchy subject after Eric had made him meet his true death.

"Why are you carrying this around?" she wondered, eying the urn with a grimace on her face. The scent that came from it was foul and she wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"He was the love of my life."

"Well, not anymore." she shrugged. "This isn't him anymore."

"It will be!" he bellowed.

Dakota raised both of her brows as she cocked her head to the side with a chuckle. "You think you can bring him back to life? Somehow involving my blood? You actually think you're capable to do something like that?"

"Of course not."

"Fuck you." she hissed with menace.

Russell began to curse at her in German, his native language as she made her way around the bar toward the sink. Dakota met his eyes for a moment and dumbed the contents of the urn into the sink with a smile on her face.

He struggled against his chains and for a moment she thought he was able to get out of them but then he sunk back down, defeated. He quickly slammed his hands over his ears when she turned on the garbage disposal. Whatever Russell had planned to do with his husbands remains, was no longer an option.

Dakota knew she was being cruel but frankly she didn't care. Her hate for Russell Edgington was strong and she wanted him to suffer.

There was a loud shriek and she barely acknowledged it came from her own mouth when she was thrown back against the wall and she fell to the floor in a heap. Russell had been so angry he had managed to rip off his chains with his decaying hands.

"I am going to break every bone in your body." he hissed, crouching down in front of her. "Then, I will drain you dry, slowly, and make it hurt. First, I shall kill every vampire in this building and make you watch."

Russell took her wrist in one of his hands and with a simple squeeze, he broke the bone beneath her skin.

Dakota screeched out in pain, hitting him in the chest with her other hand and blasting him through the bar. The woman managed to get to her feet, leaning onto the bar with most of her weight as the door of the backroom slammed open, revealing three very livid vampires.

"Ah, this is going to be fun." Russell got to his feet, clasping his hands together. Even in his state, he was still an incredibly strong vampire and Dakota feared for their lives. "Who wants to go first?"

Eric was on him within seconds, pinning him to the wall with his fangs bared. Russell laughed, amused and the two turned into a blur of fighting limbs as they vampire sped around the room, each of them giving the other blows and Dakota was unable to follow their movements.

Pam came to a halt beside her and tried to guide her away, but Dakota was having none of it as she struggled out of her grip with worried eyes for the viking.

"He's got it." Pam insisted. "You have to get out of here."

"I can't." she shook her head, gasping when Eric was thrown across the room.

When the viking slammed into the wall, Godric was on Russell, almost ripping off his head. Chairs broke, glass shattered and doors came off their hinges from the force of the fight and when Russell stabbed a piece of glass through Godric's side Pam had left her to slam into him.

Dakota clutched her broken wrist as she stumbled out from behind the bar to get to Eric, barely even noticing Pam getting thrown onto the ground. The blonde was held back by Godric as he urgently guided her toward the back door.

"No!" she screeched.

"You have to leave!" Godric ordered, eyes showing the urgency behind his words. "He is three thousand years old, he is not going to stop! We got this, Dakota."

"I fucking hate all of you." Russell hissed, his lone fang visible from beneath his hums.

There was a sharp pain deep within her stomach and she gasped, feeling as if the entire room froze over as she looked up at Godric with fearful eyes. Slowly, she moved her head to see a broken leg of a chair sticking from the vampire's chest which had gone down into her stomach. Blood oozed from her skin in thick streams.

"No!" roared Eric as he sped toward them, ripping Russell from the two.

Dakota met Godric's eyes once more and he send her a pained smile, blood dripping from his mouth and all she could do was scream when his body gave in and she was sprayed with blood, completely covered from head to toe.

After that, the world went silent as her ears ringed. Bloody tears slid down her cheeks as she fell to her knees, clutching her stomach. The woman sat there by herself as Eric threw himself onto Russell, as did Pam, managing to snake the chain back around his neck.

"Eric," she whimpered, trying to focus on the blur of fighting vampires.

The pain lessened and her eyes unfocused themselves, the world a blur. Dakota didn't notice when Russell was tied around the pole once more, nor did she notice Eric's hands on her face as he desperately tried to get her to look at him. Dakota didn't even notice when he and Pam shared a look of utter horror when her lips turned blue from the lack of blood in her veins.

"Shh," Eric took hold of her hands. "I got you. It will be okay."

OKAY i know i fucked up godric i am fully aware but what i had planned wasn't going to work any more and i understand it is very disappointing i am truly sorry!!! i will try to make it up to yall in my next eric story. please don't be rude in the comments.

and that's the end of season three. a bit short, but this is where i wanted to end it before turning to the next season . we're finally seeing amnesia eric <3

thank you so so so much for the support on this story it means the world to me!