Falling For Dakota

Eric

The meeting with the council did not turn out the way I had hoped it would be. It was not the unchanging long hours of debates and discussions that put me off, but it was how each member had bluntly forced me to find a queen for the coven as it was, according to them, the only way we could keep power among the ranks of other covens. The endless list of prospects has been provided and it was clear as the day that they wish to have either a rare pure-blooded vampire such as myself or a noble vampire queen for the reason that it will solidify our place in the vampire world so much more than what we hold now. Which if you ask me, is very much a superstitious belief and it is beyond outrageous.

Little do they know that I have already found my queen and she is unlike any of these vampiresses. She’s strong-willed, intelligent, beautiful, warm-hearted, and astonishing. The only problem is, the council would absolutely disapprove. This is the very same reason that drove my mother away. She was supposed to assume my father’s position when I declined the first time, but as soon as the council found out about her wolf mate, they banished her. Vampires do not have the same laws compared to finding a wolf's mate. Wolves accept the mates of their pack members or alphas wholeheartedly no questions, no objections. For this, I envy them.

Vampires do not have such rules. Yes, vampires are captious. We think highly of ourselves and we adhere to our customs. It’s suffocating to a point, but for everyone in the council, this is how it’s supposed to be. What they fail to acknowledge though is while it is true that all covens have a hierarchy that defines and shapes the vampire society, any vampire has the potential to rise through the ranks if they gain a great amount of respect from their community and of course, skills that are unparalleled. In other words, why force these ideas when any one of us can become either at the top of the food chain or the bottom.

There was never a minute that I did not think about Dakota during the assembly. I had half a mind to let everything roll out of my tongue and surprise everyone with the truth. I wanted to tell everyone to stop their matchmaking nonsense because I will never succumb to their wishes and that is to wed another vampire especially now that I have found my beloved and if they do not wish to accept her, so be it. Damn the rules. Damn the consequences. Damn them all. They can very much plot about coexisting with other covens or passing on rules regarding turning humans to vampires. They can very well damn do as they please in and out of our hunting grounds as long as they do not cross the line regarding who I should and should not spend my days with.

When things began to escalate, I had no choice but to silence everyone with a growl. Most of them were surprised to witness my outburst, but it didn't matter to me. The topic was not part of my agenda and it was only right to put them back in place. And now that that’s done and over with, I need a few moments for myself to regroup. Things have not been running smoothly since I’ve left and I’m dreading the next events that need to take place since they may take a while. I never wanted to be the primus in the first place. In fact, I don’t feel the need to be a part of a structured coven. It was imposed and back then I was also a rule follower therefore I did not decline. I simply accepted my “fate” and did my best to hold the coven together. I have duties I need to fulfill, but once they’re over, maybe I could finally do things my way. Maybe even fake my death as my father did. I have no clue for now, but I’m sure I’ll be able to think of something brilliant. I just need a little patience that is all.

I roamed across town taking in the changes and scenery. To be honest, I haven’t done anything like this in centuries and it felt oddly satisfying. Just like what I have mentioned before. When you’ve lived for as long as I have everything around you becomes dull. Nothing ever satisfies you anymore not even human blood. You essentially become lifeless. Every old vampire grows tired of living and the ever-changing world. Others take refuge in tombs or coffins, while others just let themselves burn under the sun. Others turn insane, while the other lucky ones are able to see a new light once they meet their beloved.

It is kind of what is happening to me as of the moment. You see, I was close to dedicating my life to slaving away as primus and protecting my sister from the hands of the enemy. Once one or the other was dealt with, I was also thinking about resting eternally, but now, I most likely see things differently and I have Dakota to thank for that. If there is anything I wish to do now, that is to go back to North Carolina to just be with her. It won't be an easy life because we are supposedly natural enemies, but one thing is for sure. She's afraid to admit that I too am her mate.

It's funny how little she knows about my kind and the abilities we possess. What she doesn't know is from the moment she realized that I was her mate, I already felt that. It was the day when Amara's seal was broken and she was awakened. I remember the look on her face when realization dawned on her. Her eyes kept flickering towards me, but she was trying so hard to hide her reaction from her brother and my sister.

It even came to a point where she didn't know how to handle being in the same space as I am. I had to work a bit in order to ease the tension which eventually paid off. Hopefully, in the next days, weeks, or months to come, I will be able to spend long hours with her. Again, I'm still uncertain how I'm going to make this work, but I will do everything I have to just to be with her. My little one.