I still remember the last words I ever said as a human. I'm lucky that way. I'm also lucky to have the kind of relationship with my maker as I have. Now don't get me wrong I love women, always have and always will. But there's just something about Godric. Maybe it's the fact he saved my life by turning me into an immortal vampire. Or maybe it's the fact that he is so strong, intelligent and powerful while looking so young and adorable.

Before I continue let me introduce myself. I am Eric Northam, sheriff of area five and owner of Fangtasia located in Shreveport, Louisiana. I appear to be a young 31 year old man with my blonde hair and ice blue eyes. But in reality I'm a thousand years old, give or take a few.

Before I was turned, I was one of the best Norse Vikings of my time. And being the best was probably what led to my so-called death. I can still remember it like it was yesterday. I was badly injured from the battle; my two best men were dragging me to safety. We stopped so they could catch their breath, chatting about the good things waiting for me in Valhalla. I then blacked out and woke up in a safe area, my men guarding me. I was prepared to die when suddenly all of my men were slain. As I watched them die I had flashbacks to the day my family was killed. I couldn't tell what killed them until he stopped and sat on my legs, looking at me. I stared into the black eyes of this 16 year old boy and knew that he was Death. He even confirmed it for me when I asked him. I called him a swine for killing all of my men, wondering why he had yet to kill me. He then confessed to watching me fight, even going as far to call my fighting beautiful. I threatened that if I was better I would easily fight him. The sound of his laughter was beautiful, although I wouldn't have admitted it at the time. He then asked if I wanted to join Death in walking through the darkness of the world, saying he could be all I need, my brother, my father, my child. I selfishly asked him what was in it for me, not wanting to admit that I wanted nothing more than to fight alongside this boy with blue tattoos and messy black hair. He laughed at me and told me: "What you love most: Life."

"Life" was my reply, followed by screams as he sunk his fangs into my neck and started slurping. I thought I was dead once the pain stopped but I opened my eyes to find myself sucking on his wrist as if it was the last drop of water in existence. When he pulled his wrist away I was shocked to find I wanted more. He held me still until the desire for his blood died down a few moments later. He then jumped off me and dug a deep hole; he pulled me in there with him and then covered us back up.

The next few days were a blur of sleeping and drinking the blood of my dead men. For the next few centuries we roamed the Earth, drinking blood of people when needed, finding shelter deep underground in each other's arms. One night I wondered around London by myself when I ran into this beautiful blond lady. She pulled me into the alleyway where we fucked like rabbit. In the process I bit her and drank a little too much of her blood. Since I didn't want her to die I gave her my wrist to suck from. I was scared and didn't know how to explain the changes she was going to face so I had her follow me. He introduced himself to my new child and I found out her name was Pam. He invited her to join us and she accepted, admitting to being tired of London in the most vulgar way she could. I laughed and knew we were going to get along.

We finally managed to get into some coffins that were heading to America. I had a hard time on that trip, the blood of rats' not as good as human blood, being separated from Godric even worse. In America, we continued our routine of drinking as needed at night and cuddling deep underground during the day.

Eventually Godric decided to explore further west, where there was less humans and less places to hide. We resorted to drinking animals' blood which was not as tasty to either of us. Finally enough time passed that there were people in the West too. We were able to steal money from banks without getting caught. Godric and I headed south and brought a big plantation house with a basement in Louisiana. We hired many people to care for the house for us. At night we would feast on the animals, not wanting to cause suspicion amongst our workers. We were good bosses in my opinion. We let them decorate the property for all the holidays and always gave them what they wanted, on the condition that they never entered the basement or asked us questions.

One night after our hunt Godric started feeling sick. We had drunk from different animals so I willingly let him drink my blood, not sure it would cure him but wanting to help. As he drank from my wrist, we stared deep into each other's eyes. Now it wasn't like we haven't had sex with others but that particular night it had been at least a month or two since either of us had felt the sensual touch of a woman. Anyways as he sucked on my wrist, our eyes were locked. Even though his eyes are pure black there is just something amazingly sensual and beautiful about them. I pulled my wrist away when I knew he had enough and as he looked at me, my blood still on his fangs and his lower lip, I couldn't help myself. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his.

I was surprised when he kissed me back, sparks flying as my cock grew hard in my pants. As we kissed I laid him on the ground, my hands running through his messy black hair. I could feel him playing with my blond locks and knowing that he wanted this too I worked on undressing him. He stopped kissing me then and I backed away fast, thinking I upset him and not wanting that in the least. He just stared at me, a small smirk on his face, as he stood up and stripped himself down for me. I ran my hands over his naked body, tracing his tattoos with my fingers. He smiled at me as he pulled my shirt off with ease. I ran my hands down his now chiseled abs and stop at his hips, looking at him for a sign. The slight nod of his head was all I needed. I ran both my hands up and down his cock, pulling slightly on it, watching it grow hard. I then moved my head forward and licked the tip, waiting to see if he would moan in pleasure or retreat in fear.

A throaty noise let me know that I was safe to continue. I gently took his whole cock in my mouth and sucked, looking up at his face as I ran my hands over his body. I was careful to keep my fangs away from his shaft as I sucked, his eyes closed as he moaned in pleasure. After a few minutes he pushed me away from him. I sat still and looked down at where my cock was pushing against my pants, afraid to let him see how his rejection hurt me. Just then he pushed me to lay flat and pulled off my pants, letting my hard cock spring free. My eyes opened wide as I watched him lick and stroke my cock. I gasped as I felt him shove three fingers into my asshole. He licked down my shaft and sucked gently on my balls before shoving his tongue in with his fingers. I bit my lip, drawing blood because of my fangs. The feeling was amazing, better than I had experienced with any woman.

Suddenly he stopped and moved his head to kiss my lips, licking the blood away as his cock replaced his fingers in my hole. At first the pain was too much for me, I kept trying to push him away, my strength nowhere as great as his. As the pain turned to pleasure, my hips raised up to meet his downward thrusts. As he got closer to climax, he bite my chest, right above my heart. The pleasure was amazing, too amazing to describe to someone who has never had sex with a vampire. If you have you know what I'm talking about. Finally with him screaming my name he filled my hole with his cum, an amazing yet awkward feeling. We just laid there, him on top of me. I didn't dare speak, too shocked by what had just happened. He then pulled out and looked at me, giving me a soft peck on the lips as we both climbed into our beds.

From that night forward we did that as often as we could. We still would go out and satisfy ourselves with woman but somehow it wasn't as great as it used to be for me. When the Second World War started we found a way back to Germany. We would kill at night, drinking the blood of our victims instead of using guns. One night we came across a girl who tried to drink our blood. I recognized the symbol on her shoulder from the day my family was killed, and I think Godric could tell that I knew that symbol. I interrogated her before we killed her. When we returned to America Godric was ready to head further west.

I had gotten use to Louisiana and was not ready to leave. He agreed that since more vampires had been seen in the area I should stay and try to keep them in control. I didn't want him to leave but I knew that he was not going to stay for me. So I let him leave, agreeing to see each other at least twice a year.

The day he left was the worst day in my life. I went out and fucked three different women but none of them really and truly satisfied me. So I drank the blood of a dog and returned home to lie in my bed, suddenly not so sure I could handle this. The only thing that kept me going was the thought of seeing him again. Sure enough he stopped in to see me, unannounced, six months later. At first we just caught up but by the end of night we had made love once more. I can't call it sex or fucking because there was just something more there between us.

Again his leaving was hard on me. But we eventually got a routine settled and I was able to handle him being gone. He was enjoying Texas so much and I loved being in Louisiana. With the development of airplanes we were able to see each other more often. Every visit started out slowly but ended with our passionate love making.

After Godric left I used Pam for purely sexual purposes, always feeding from her as we fucked. One night as Godric and I were making out, she walked in on us. Before I could explain she walked over, stripping along the way, and joined us. That night was the beginning of a ritual for us, one that we still do to this day. She and I would have our sexual fun while Godric was away but when he came, the intensity from the three of us going at it was amazing.

In the 1960s I sold the plantation and moved into an empty building in Shreveport. Pam and I lived there without notice until 2000. Around then there was word of vampires "coming out of the coffin" as they said, so I started looking into changing this bland building into a bar. I enlisted the help of the vampires I knew in town and was easily able to get the place decorated. For the first five years, the bar was a place for only vampires to hang out at night, feeding on the humans they brought with them.

Finally in 2006 vampires "came out of the coffin", as stupid as that saying is I'm glad it happened. As soon as it happened I got a neon sign created and hired vampires to work the bar, serving alcohol to the humans. I used the more exotic and beautiful vampires as dancers to tempt the humans. Since there were so many attractive humans coming into my club I stuck Pam at the front door to make sure that everyone coming in was over the age of 21. I hired a vampire by the name of Long Shadow, a Native American who I don't think I totally trusted.

Mean while the AVL, American Vampire League, appointed me sheriff of what they called Area 5. I immediately hired Bill Compton to help me keep the vampires of Louisiana in control. Through cell phones I was able to talk to Godric every day. He was appointed sheriff of his area by AVL and made some very big changes. He helped to build a vampire friendly hotel and every vampire across the nation gave him money to make the first ever vampire friendly airline.

Besides Pam and Godric I also found a sexy woman fangbanger. She had gorgeous red curly hair and an awesome body. I normally can't stand humans but she was a great partner in bed, often letting me bite her more than once during sex. Her name was Dawn and I was pretty upset when I learned she was killed.

I learned of Dawn's death through Sookie Stackhouse. She had become involved with Bill Compton and is the first telekinetic I've met in all of my vampire life. She is even more stunning to look at than Dawn was. She has gorgeous straight blonde hair, a nice rack, a great butt and just a perfectly skinny body. But as sexy as she is, and as much as I want her, she has caused many problems for me. The least of which was the killing of Long Shadow. I had to hire Chow to take over for him.

But as much fun as I have with Dawn or Pam or Sookie, none of them compare to Godric. I would be perfectly happy spending every day for the rest of my life with him. But now he has gone missing, and I'm trying my hardest not to fall apart. If someone like him can go missing then the rest of us have no hope.