Eric Northman walked through a picturesque, grand Paris estate and up the three steps, along the stone path and into the main house. Walking past the startled, humans he entered the huge, sensual, seductive bedroom. He tossed his black suit jacket over the back of a large, oversized red armchair and began unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it out from his pants. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply when the doors behind him closed with a soft click.
"How did you know I'd come?" he asked, lowly.
"Where else would you go?" the female behind him replied with a soft, seductive, French accented purr. He turned and looked at the woman; taking in her long, perfectly curled dark hair, her sun-kissed olive skin, her rose red delicious lips and her caramel coloured eyes that looked deep into your soul and saw everything.
"I needed space. I needed to think" he explained.
"And how's that working out for you?" she purred and he looked at her, watching her walk further into the room dressed in only a long black satin robe that brushed the floor, with baby pink lace detailing and a thin pink belt with a short, sexy matching slip underneath.
"Still thinking" he replied, walking to the side bar and putting his back to her.
"Dangerous past time" she mused and he smirked to himself as she walked around to stand in front of him, her black heels clicking on the hardwood floor. He silently began making her favourite cocktail, inhaling her sweet, familiar, one-of-a-kind perfume.
"You know she'll come looking" she mused and he nodded.
"What do I do when she does?" she asked and he looked at her.
"Tell her what you know" he said.
"Which would be…." she prompted and he stayed silent.
"Why did you come here, Eric?" she asked and he looked at her.
"I have Pam and a new progeny Willa. I have lost Nora and Godric. I needed space to think, to be alone" he answered.
"If that was true, you wouldn't need the excuse of coming all the way here, to think" she purred into his ear, softly and seductively and he shook the cocktail shaker, looking into the crackling fire. He poured out the cocktail into a glass, tossing the lemon twist into it, looking into her dark caramel eyes.
"What about him?" he asked, lowly and she kept their eyes locked, drinking the whole cocktail in one.
"I love him" she replied and he looked at her.
"Hmm" he mused and turned to leave, pausing when she shoved him from behind and he spun around to face her.
"But I hate that I can't get you outta my head" she said softly and he looked at her and she scoffed, softly.
"You probably hear that a lot, right?" she mused.
"For a thousand years" he confirmed.
"Only twice have I felt it in return" he replied, softly and honestly. He looked at her as she slowly pulled the belt of her robe and it fluttered open. He looked over her body in the short, sexy matching black and pink chemise, her legs looking incredible and flawless in just the black heels. He looked at her as she looked at his belt, slowly unfastening it and then sharply pulling it off, tossing it to the side. He firmly gripped her wrist, using his speed to push her around before pushing her back into the large red armchair. She looked up at him, her gasp sounding more like a pleasurable breathy moan. He let her go, walking away, his fangs and his manhood aching.
"I can't" he breathed.
"Why not?" she asked softly and he glanced back and saw her standing up, the robe discarded over the chair where she'd easily slipped it off.
"Because you aren't mine" he replied with a growl of anger and regret as he turned to face her, watching her walk towards him.
"You aren't that naïve, surely" she purred and he looked at her.
"What?" he asked.
"I've been yours since the minute I met you" she said softly and he looked at her.
"Make your choice, Eric…what do you want?" she asked softly and he slowly dropped his eyes down her body.
"You know what I want" he replied huskily.
"Good" she said and he groaned, both of them panting as she managed to tackle him to the ground, jumping on his back. He landed on the pillow covered floor, panting and hearing her panting in his ear. He groaned as she lay on his back, her soft lips trailing kisses on his neck and up to his ear and along his jaw as he moved, feeling the silk of her slip and her skin against his. Her hair tickled his skin and he groaned again as she kissed his weak spot, gently nibbling the same spot. He moved to his side, turning his lips to hers and they kissed, their lips brushing each other's before he rolled further and sat up. They knelt on the pillows, slowly tracing each other's bodies as they kissed, softly and sensually. He looked down into her dark caramel eyes and she looked back at him, lust burning into both of them. He pulled the silk chemise over her head, looking at her naked body before she pulled at his pants and he removed them and his boxer shorts.
"This. I want this" he muttered huskily before kissing her, lowering her down onto her back in the pillows.
Pamela Swynford de Beaufort walked through rose covered gardens, along the path lined with wrought iron rails, covered with roses, a simple, dimly light waterfall in the middle, the lights beneath and the moonlight, making it look like it was sparkling. She stopped at the front doors and sighed.
"Eric, if you ain't here I'm gonna be seriously pissed" she muttered before knocking on the door. She heard the footsteps inside and then the door opened and she and the woman on the other side, sighed.
"I knew you wouldn't be too far behind" she mused and Pam looked at the other woman.
"You know where he is" she guessed and the woman sighed.
"He was here a few weeks ago, about a month" she replied and Pam nodded.
"Any idea where he went?" she asked and the woman looked at her.
"Even if I did, why would I tell you when he clearly doesn't want to see you or he'd have told you where he was going" she said and Pam scowled.
"Look Serena, you don't like me and I sure as shit don't like you but if Eric is around here, I need you to tell me" she said and the other woman, Serena, sighed and stepped aside.
"Tell me everything then I'll take you to him" she said and Pam walked down the hallway and into the reception room and sat down.
"There was a whole shitload of trouble in Louisiana" she began and Serena nodded. Pam explained about Governor Burrell, Sarah Newlin and their fucked up Prison and then about Nora's death and walking in the sun before explaining that Eric had taken off without a word.
"So, there. That's everything now please, I need to see him" she said and Serena nodded.
"Ok" she agreed and Pam followed her out of the house and back down the street.
"You have any idea how long it took me to find you?" she asked and Serena smiled softly.
"Funny, didn't take Eric any time at all" she replied and Pam rolled her eyes.
"Yeah but I haven't got the same bond as you two have and even if I did, I doubt I would ever use it" she replied and Serena smirked.
"Of course you would. You forget what I do for a living" she smirked and Pam scowled but didn't argue. As much as she hated to admit it and despite hating Serena 98% of the time, she knew that if she could, she'd exploit the hell out of a bond with Serena. The woman owned one of the biggest and most amazing fashion chains in the word.
"Where the fuck are we?" she asked, walking through a darkened club.
"I'll take you to Eric, Pam don't worry but I can see you're starving. Everyone here is checked regularly for Hep V. they're all safe. Eat and then you can see Eric. He'd hate to see you like this" she said and Pam looked at her and then a cute brunette walked over to them.
"Holly, take care of my friend here would you?" Serena purred and Pam looked at her and then greedily sank her fangs into Holly's neck. Once she was full, she healed Holly, left her on the chair to rest and then followed Serena out again.
"What was that place?" she asked.
"A secret. It's the most exclusive Donor Bar in London. Right now, because of all the Tru Blood fuck ups, an hour in there can set you back a million euro's" she replied and Pam looked at her, stunned.
"Then how did we just walk in there?" she frowned and Serena smirked.
"You know any other owners who pay for their products?" she asked and Pam gaped and heard Serena laugh and ran after her through the Paris night.