She couldn't believe she was here again, she swore she'd end things. She tried not to move, he was still awake, she could feel his eyes on her. Perhaps if she continued to pretend to be asleep he'd leave. Dawn must be approaching soon, he'd have to go home, to his coffin. God, she's sleeping with a dead man and she can't seem to stop. She felt a cold hand run down her back, leaving goosebumps in it's trail. Did he ever get tired, did she want him to? She tried to ignore the sensation his touch caused. At least she didn't have to worry about hiding bite marks, he was becoming more creative. But wearing a bathing suit was out of the question, until the bite marks healed. She felt him pull the sheet down, she hated herself for wanting him. She willed herself to remain still, maybe he'd give up.

"I know you're awake. We only have an hour or so left, lets make use of it." He said.

She turned to face him, "don't you ever get tired?"

"Nope, neither do you. Or have you forgotten how all this started."

"How could I forget, you love to rub it in my face."

"Just trying to keep you humble."

"Right, I'm surprised you know what that means."

"Oh, I know what it means, I just don't need to be. Are we gonna fight again, Tara?"

"It's what we do best."

"No, we do something else better. A lot better." He pulled the sheet completely off her.

"I'm not spending our last hour talking," he said climbing over her. He spread her legs apart, "but if you don't want this, I can go." He was smiling at her, he knew she wouldn't send him away.

"Stay," was all Tara said, even though she knew it was a mistake.

Eric felt smug, she usually put up more of a fight. Every night it was getting harder for her, she couldn't resist. The truth was she craved it, even though she wouldn't admit it, she craved him.

"Tara, come to my office, I need to speak to you." Sam said as she tried to sneak in.

She followed him into his office, she knew what he was gonna say.

"I know I'm late, again. I'm sorry, won't happen again, I promise." She stammered out nervously.

"That's not what I want to talk about," he said.

"It's not... then what -" he interrupted her before she could finish. "I'm worried about you, you're just off lately. Not only are you late, you're secretive, some days you have bruises, and I've been getting a weird scent from you. I couldn't pin point it at first, but now I know why it was familiar. You smell like Sookie, you've been with a vampire."

"I can't," was all she said, she felt trapped. She wanted to share with him what was happening in her life, but she was embarrassed.

"Tara, after everything that happened with Marianne and Eggs, I know it's hard to trust. But I'm here for you, I'm not gonna betray you. Are you being forced into something by a vampire?" He asked concerned.

"No... um... I'm not being forced into anything. But I can't seem to stop, even though I try." Sam pulled her to chair and knelt in front of her.

"Have you ever thought, that you can't stop because this vampire is glamoring you?"

Tara took a second to think. Could it be that easy, was Eric glamoring her? She didn't thinks so. "No, I don't think he has."

"How would you know? He could be glamoring you and you'd have no clue. Who is it, is it one of Bills friends? Is it Bill?"

"No, it's not Bill, he's marrying Sookie for god-sakes. I know you don't like him but come on. I wouldn't really say he's Bill's friend either."

"Can we stop playing guessing games, just tell me who it is. I can help you out."

Tara was fidgeting, what if Sam was right. Could he help her? "It's Eric."

Sam looked her at shocked, "Eric, the owner of Fangtasia?"

"Yeah," she couldn't look at him

"How long?"

"About a month," she finally looked at him. He was mad, she knew he would be.

"How did it start?"

"I don't really want to relive that moment right now. I've tried to end it a few times, but I haven't been able to."

Sam stood up and started pacing his office. He was agitated, he couldn't believe what he just heard. Out of all the people he knew, Tara would be the last to hook up with a vampire. He was convinced that Eric was glamoring her, he knelled down next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Listen to me, you can't go home tonight. He can get into you place whenever he wants, even if you rescind your invitation, he'll just glamor you again. You can stay at my place until we find a way of making him leave you alone. Trust me Tara, you don't want to be caught up with him, he's dangerous."

He was right, she knew that and yet she felt torn. Did she really want to end things with Eric? How would he react? She knew their relationship could go nowhere.

"You're right, I need to end things. I'll stay with you until I can find a new place."

She stood up, he followed. "It'll be OK, you'll see," he said hugging her. Tara wasn't so sure, but she hoped it would be.

Eric made himself comfortable in Tara's bed. It was 8:30 she should be home soon, she was working lunch today. It wasn't often she had a night off, he planned to enjoy it. An hour passed by and still no sign of Tara, he called her cell phone but it went straight to voice mail. Half hour later, he was getting annoyed, it was 10:00, where was she. He picked up his phone and called Merlottes.

"Merlottes, this Arlene."

"I need to speak to Tara," Eric said.

"Oh Tara's gone for the day, her shift ended at 6:00." She told him.

Eric just hung up, where the hell was she? He left her apartment to find her, was she avoiding him. She'd soon find out that it takes more than that to get rid of him. He started at Merlottes, he stood outside the back entrance. Closing his eyes, he looked for her scent, it was faint but he could follow it. As he walked through a woodsy area behind the bar, her scent became stronger. He found himself in front of an old trailer, he walked up to the door and he could smell her, he could almost feel her. He knocked on the door impatiently, the shape shifter lived here, he could smell him too. Sam opened the door and came face to face with Eric.

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked.

"Tell Tara I'm here to take her home," he said seeming almost bored.

Sam shut the door but Eric stopped him from closing it. "I may not be able to come in, but I'm not leaving here without Tara. It'll take me two minutes to turn this trailer into matchsticks." He knew Tara could hear him, she wouldn't ever let him hurt one of her friends.

"Do what you will, I'm not scared of you," Sam challenged.

Eric stepped back and ripped the railing off of his porch area. "You still sure you want me to continue?"

"Wait." Tara said coming to stand next to Sam. "This is crazy, Eric. Why are you doing this? Sam is just trying to help me, he's not doing anything to you."

"Of course he is, he is keeping you from me. You may think he's trying to help you, but he really is helping himself. He doesn't want to lose another woman to a vampire. Come with me and I'll leave him alone."

Sam stopped her from leaving, "No, she's not going anywhere with you."

"Then I guess I'll just have to break down your house. Tell me, how will you stop me from taking her then?"

"Stop it, this is crazy, I'll go." She said.

"Don't," Sam said holding on to her arm.

"I have to," She told him, "Thank you for being so great, I'll see you tomorrow. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. He's not as bad as he seems."

"How can you even say that. Look at how he's acting, he's a maniac, I can't let you leave."

"Sam, I have to go. He's not joking, he will tear down your house. I don't want you to get hurt and I don't want him to ruin your home. And I know he'll pay you for the railing."

"I'm gonna worry about you all night," he told her.

"I'll be OK, I promise," she said as she walked out and towards Eric.

Eric didn't even bother glancing at Sam, he took hold of Tara and flew off with her.

They arrived to her apartment in less than three minutes. Tara was feeling nauseous, he had moved so fast. She was nervous, she wasn't sure how he would act.

Eric broke the silence, "why were you hiding? I know you're not a coward, I know you enjoy our time together. So tell me, what was going on in your mind."

"You're right, I do enjoy our time together. But it makes no sense, I'm not the type to fuck around with a vampire. How do I know if this is what I'm feeling? What if none of these feelings are real, what if you glamored me to make me feel the way you want me to."

Eric looked at he shocked then started laughing. "Oh, Sam did a number on you, huh. Well let me explain something, if I were glamoring you, you'd go about each day feeling a bit light headed. After being glamored several times, you'd start to become a little more stupid and little bit crazy. Even if I could glamor you, I wouldn't have, until now. See, now I wish I could, that way I could erase whatever Sam put into your head."

"What do you mean, if you could. I thought all vampires could glamor people."

"I can glamor anyone I want. Except you, oh and Sookie. You see, when you were under Maryanne's spell, Sookie and Bill broke into your mind. Do you remember that? They got through to you, by glamor and telepathy . When they did that, they broke down the barriers of your mind, they had to open up your consciousness completely. In doing so, you lost the ability to be glamored. You see we concentrate on one part of your mind and we control it. But once your consciousness is opened up, there's nothing for us to grasp."

Tara sat down, digesting what he told her. A part of her knew she was never glamored, her actions were her own.

"You were hoping for something else, weren't you?"

"Yeah, I guess I just needed an explanation for my actions."

"You like it, you like me. That's the only explanation you need. Tonight I think we're gonna try something new." He said with a knowing smile one his face.

"What?" she asked somewhat concerned. He looked like he was up to something and she was sure she wouldn't like it.

"Tonight, when I'm fucking you, after I feed from you, you're gonna feed from me."

"What? That's disgusting, I don't want to feed from you. I don't drink blood."

"Forget that, you're gonna feed from me first, then we'll fuck and I'll feed while we're fucking. Sound better?"

"No, why do you want me to feed from you? Are you trying to turn me into a vampire?"

Eric sighed, she could be so damn frustrating. "No, I don't want to turn you. It takes more than that to make a vampire. Trust me, my blood is like ecstasy, you'll enjoy yourself."

Tara knew when to stick to her guns and not give in. She spent most of her life not doing what she wanted. Now was one of those times, nothing good could come of it. But she was curious, she didn't want to deny herself. That was one of her problem's, with Eric, she never did deny herself.

"Will your blood do anything weird to me?"

"No, you'll feel a little high, but it'll wear off after a while."

She thought about it for a moment, "OK, I'll try it."

Eric smiled at her, eventually he'll always know where she is and what she's feeling. In a week he'd have enough blood in her, that he'd feel her across the ocean.