AN: Hello everyone! Welcome to our fanfic! Notice I said our. You see, this fanfic is actually a rp between two people myself (Rosalie) and my newest RP partner (Danny). We hope you enjoy

Pairings: Eric/OC & Alcide/OC

Rating M: For sexyness

Universe: TV with a twist. Sookie agreed to marry Bill in this.

Addaleigh's info: Adda is sent to Eric on loan. She is an oracle for another king's court, and is sent to Shreveport to convince Eric to become the King of LA.

Ariadne's info: Ari is a lone wolf, but she as originally supposed to be an alpha. She moved with her best friend Adda, finally settling down in one area.

You'll have to read to find out more!

Every chapter will be broken up into 4 points of view, because we each write for two characters.

Rose: Ariadne & Eric

Danny: Addaleigh and Alcide

Chapter 1 - Jetlag

Addaleigh

It was disconcerting waking up not only after being jet lagged, but also in a strange apartment still dressed in your travel clothes, just as the sun was setting. Addaleigh was used to keeping late hours from her long occupational relationship with the Court of California, her possition being that of a 'royal advisor' of sorts. She was a gifted women, a sup with the birth talent inheritated from ancient magic; Adda had the power or the oracles, the power of forsight. This power to be able to 'read life lines' as she put it was the very thing that made her an asset to her King's court, not to mention the perfect gift to bestow for bribery's sake.

Scowling at the alarm from her cell phone she silenced it and groggily prepared for the night; a quick shower, brushing her teeth, a spray of body mist in her favorite sent of spring rain, then towling her hair dry. She dressed in her normal professional attire, night club or not, she wouldn't show up looking like some fangbanger floozy. Sliding on her black minolo's she looked her self over with a quick mental nod of approval in the mirror, clasic black skirt hemmed right above the knee, a shortsleeve white blouse with faux pearl buttons, her long raven locks twisted up into a simple updo, minimal but complimentary make up. Adda took care not to be loud and wake her roomate and dear friend, she knew that she was just as jet lagged from the trip and she didn't want to stir her awake only to leave her in an unfamilar place.

Much to her own chagrin she couldn't very well stay asleep, no duty called in the form of her new boss, and more hopefully the future King of Louisianna, Eric Northman. The taxi was graciously quick in getting her to her destination, a small but well publized 'it place,' bar call Fangtasia; the sole existance of this place was to give fangbangers and those intrested in the 'darker' side of life could come mingle with bored or other wise indifferent vampires either looking for a fuck or a drink. She couldnt critisize it too much, it was however a huge cash cow for the two owners, Eric and his progney Pam. She entered passing the bouncer after addressing her name, a nod from him to let her know she was on the list, and a small thanks. The place was nice, not as cliche' as alot of vamp bars tended to be, however she wasn't here to critique the place, she had buisness. With a finale look around she managed to find the head office, it's door closed to the noise.

Fighting past the energy of each living being in the bar, their strong impulses and wants, she focused on staying in the pressent, and knocking firmly on the door. "Mr. Northman, It's me Addaleigh Langdish."

Alcide

Alcide wasn't happy... he wasn't unhappy, but he knew to the core of his being he wasn't happy. His dark eyes gazed up as the sky melted from day to night, pulling a dark glittering cloak over world he lived in. It was his favorite time of night, the moment before the true darkness set in, a peaceful time when life existed only for the living but still kissed the night. The full moon would be soon, he lamented as she began kicking off his shoes and undressing without much care on his balcony; he needed to run, to feel the damp ground still mossy and wet from the rain the other day beneath his paws. He just needed to be outside of his own head, to get away from his thoughts and find out what was weighing on him...

In all honesty he knew what was bothering him, Sookie was engaged to that fanger, not to say at all that he was pining over the girl, but between the loss of her and then also Debbies betrayal and V habbit, women were adding up to be a large disapointment in his life. Normally girl issues never got to him, but between his birthday on the horizen, and Markus' preaching on the need to expand the lines of their posterity and keep the pack alive, being alone was starting to wear on him. Actually.. no it wasn't being alone, he thought as he tossed his boxers cassually away and began stepping off the porch leading into a run then a bound and finally the physical morph from man to beast into a run... he wasn't tired of being alone, he was tired of having women in his life let him down and be disapointments... he wasn't swearing off women persay but he wasnt trying to run out and beyonce said 'put a ring on it' either.

Screw the pack, until there are decent women in the world then I dont see the point, he scorned as his paws found purchase in the ground, the air filled with tastes and scents wooshed by as he covered more and more ground releasing all the tension he had been holding onto.

Ariadne

Jetlag was new to Ariadne. She never cared much for travel, unless it was on four paws. For years, she roamed as a lone wolf, changing into her human form sparingly, and only so her bones wouldn't forget how. It was only recently that she settled down again, only to be thrown into chaos. However, Addaleigh was a friend, and if anything, wolves were loyal.

Although the jetlag weighed heavily on her worn body, the call of the moon caused her thoughts to stir. After so many years as a wolf, she constantly had to fight the instinct to run around on all fours. It was that remembrance that forced her heavy legs over the side of her mattress. She didn't have to look to see if her friend was gone, the lack of scent and heartbeat were enough.

The old curtains hung heavy on either side of the window, their weight seeming almost too much for the worn curtain rods. Although the vampire that was to blame for their presence knew they would be coming, he did nothing to make their stay more comfortable. If she were being honest with herself, Ariadne would admit that she much rather not take anything from a fanger. Their little place wasn't the Taj Mahal, but it was safe, and that was good enough for her. The moonlight that beamed through the curtains reminded her of her task, finally forcing her to her feet.

Ari wore only a large t-shirt, learning that shifting required little clothing early on. As she made her way out of the small house and towards the surrounding woods, Ariadne hummed. She didn't know where she knew the tune from, just that she had always known it. On more than one occasion she wondered if her mother had once sang her a song with the same haunting melody, or if her brother would have known it too. Her family was the only pack she had ever had, but after a vampire attack, she was left alone at the age of twelve. Most of it was blocked out to her, but everyday, Ari cursed herself for running when she saw the enemy's numbers. She should have fought like the alpha she was destined to become… but that was a long time ago.

Her bare feet sunk in the moist dirt of the forest, her breathing even. She would shift tonight - she could feel it in her core. The longing to run on four snow-white paws was almost unbearable. She would wait however - hold it off as long as possible. Her control on shifting, and her anger in general had lessened lately, and she needed to gain that back.

She continued to walk through the woods, bare feet making the faintest of sounds. She paused for a moment when she reached a small circle of trees, big enough to hold not more than five people. Lifting her chin, she sniffed the air, letting the scents settle. Cursing inwardly, she scanned the tree line, her now yellow eyes gliding carefully over the shadows. There was a pack nearby, and she had stumbled into their territory.

Eric

There were three things Eric Northman could appreciate: blood, a good fuck, and respect. The last seemed to fall into his lap when the nearly human voice rang through the door. Punctuality was something Eric could respect.

"Come in." He called just loud enough for her to hear as he continued to mark numbers and products off. He had stupidly left Pam in charge while he was dealing with his… Sookie issue. Pam had not brought up the fae, so Eric had not brought up her horrible book keeping skills.

Eric had become a workaholic as of late, working until the sun rose and he was practically forced to go to ground. He knew Pam worried about him, but she was smart enough not to ask. He wasn't sure if it was losing Sookie that triggered this, or losing Sookie to Bill.

After a moment he put his pen down and looked up at the woman that had been sent to him. His eyes trailed up her legs, over her chest and locked on her silver eyes. "Tell me, Addaleigh was it? Tell me how it is you came into my possession." He said as he leaned back in his chair, his fingers interlacing in front of him.

Eric had no problem referring to her as something he owned, because that was simply what she was - his possession. And although he knew her to be such, he didn't know why, and if it was one thing Eric Northman hated, it was not knowing. He doubted she was simply a gift - a bribe even. Perhaps she was sent as a spy? He wouldn't put it past a vampire to send someone like her into the lion's den in hopes of gaining some information.

"You see, I'm a little skeptical. You're powers are something rare, some believe it to be lore. Can you prove you are what I was told you are?"

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