A/N: This story is set just after the end of Season 3. Russell is buried, Sookie is away with the Fae; she also fucking hates Bill's guts.

This will be an Eric centred story, cause we all love him. Expect angst, language and sexual situations. Because in all honesty, how could we have an Eric story without them?

Chapter 1.

The night air felt warm on her skin. That's just how it was in
Louisiana, too fucking hot. She wasn't here to enjoy the weather. She was here to visit an old lover. Why? Boredom. Restlessness. Curiosity? Perhaps. It had been over two centuries since she last seen him. Yet she still could recall, vividly, their time spent together. It was never love. It was something dark. They had been completely infatuated with each other once upon a time. It was a deep attraction that had been suffocating yet somehow beautiful.

A wide grin spread across her pale face, her red lips parting eagerly. She couldn't help it, the memory of him danced across her skin. Just like that she could taste him on her tongue. His scent burned into her flesh. Closing her eyes she drank it all in. The light of the moon spilled across her face, brightening the blue of her eyes even further. She scanned around the exit of the airport. The stench of sweating humans and their vast amounts of children swamped her senses. Rolling her eyes in disdain she hailed a lone cab away from the crowds.

The driver smiled politely as she entered the backseat. He was middle aged and balding. Her bag fit neatly on the seat beside her,

"I could put that in the trunk for you miss" he stated proudly. She flashed him a sweet smile.

"It's fine thank you." she watched his face look questioningly at her. Typical male.

"The Hilton" she said softly. He half shrugged and nodded. That had always been an issue, men assuming less of her. Her youthful appearance seemed to attract men who thought she needed protecting. She smirked. How wrong they all were.
She sat in the backseat admiring the passing landscape and how the moonlight made it all the more interesting. The silence was broken as the driver moved to speak.

"So you fly in from London?" he enquired. She moved her gaze back to the eyes in the mirror.

"Yes" she stated. A look of interest filled the mans expression.

"London to Louisiana, that's a lot of air miles." he joked. "You here on business?" he paused "if you don't mind me asking".

"Reconnecting with an old friend". Her voice listed lazily off at the end, thoughts swarmed her head. The driver was silent until they pulled up at the Hilton. Once more he offered to help with her bag. Politely she declined, paid him and hurried inside.

The woman on reception eyed her suspiciously, trying to conceal it with a bright smile. But she sensed her apprehension.

"Good morning miss, do you have a reservation?" She noticed her name badge Lucy-May, How sweet.

"Why yes Lucy-May I do". The receptionist's eyes widened quickly as she said her name. She reeked of panic. Pointing to her name badge she smiled softly. Her body softened, a goofy smile appearing on her lips.

"Of course, sorry" she said quickly. Still slightly flustered she looked up once more.

"What name is the reservation under?" she asked.

"Grace Anderson" she watched carefully as the receptionist typed away at her computer.

"Excellent, we have you booked for one week in our deluxe suite.
Here's you room key, please don't hesitate to call reception if there is anything we can get for you".

She smiled widely; Grace could taste the nervousness rolling of her. Taking her key she nodded and walked away.

Her room was decent enough, the bedspread looked most inviting. It would do for now. A sudden wetness on her lip alerted her it was time to sleep. Licking her lip she tasted that metallic flavour. The bleeds. How she hated them. They ruined far too many garments.

Glancing at herself in the mirror she watched the delicate flow of crimson leaking from her nose and right eye. Her skin was pale and eyes looked tired. She needed sleep soon. Stripping off her clothes she felt a hunger pang in her stomach. Her fangs protruding themselves in response. Sighing to herself she walked to the mini bar, raising an eyebrow she selected a bottle of O negative. Not her flavour of choice. But she was hungry and this would suffice for the bottle took a matter of seconds, she licked her lips thoroughly.

"Be seeing you soon Eric".

A/N: Just a taster there to wet your appetite, hopefully.