So tired of fangbangers who desperately vie for my attention. I want something. A challenge. Something that would get a rise out of me. Something that would perk my interest. I am weary of being bored. I am weary of the same people every fucking night. Dare I say it? I want something different.

Chapter 1

I am not a tourist. I am not a tourist Frankie kept saying to herself in her mind. The red sign that illuminated the dark night blared its logo in her eyes. " FANGTASIA" it said. She looked down at her ensemble. A simple black halter top dress with her favorite black pumps. She smoothed her dark brown hair from her face, screwed up her courage and entered the bar.

Frankie had never seen anything like this bar in her entire life. It was teeming with people. People she had never seen the likes of. She walked over to the bar and ordered a beer. She walked over to a booth against the wall and sat down taking in everything. Vampires are people too. Somewhat.

She sat for awhile drinking her beer lost in her surroundings. After awhile she realized someone was watching her. Intently. She looked around indignantly for the jerk and locked eyes with a someone. She stared at him unable to look away. He had the prettiest eyes she had ever seen. Long blond hair framed his face. Frankie had the urge to cover herself. She gave him her haughtiest stare, tossed her hair and stood. She smoothed her dress down her thighs and walked back to the bar for another drink.

Eric dared not move. She was magnificent. She stared him down like she would an adversary. He felt a rush of pleasure ripple through him. She wasn't afraid. He liked that. A smile crossed his mouth. She had gotten her drink and made her way back to her seat. She met his gaze again. Her skin was flushed. Perhaps the heat from all the people, her drinks heating her blood, or excitement. He didn't care which reason it was. She crossed her legs. Her dress had ridden up, exposing her thigh. It was all he could stand. He stood without taking his eyes from her and started over to her.

Eric watched her eyes widen. She looked thoughtful for a moment, and stood. She began walking towards him as well. He saw the uncertainty and a bit of fear in her eyes as she came closer. He could smell her now. The sultry scent of her body oil. He could see it glinting off her skin. She stopped short of him. He continued the last few feet towards her. He dropped his nose to the bare skin of her shoulder and inhaled. He trailed his fingertips across the bare skin of her exposed back as he made a circle around her. He heard her heartbeat speed up.

"You are no fangbanger." he said softly in her ear.

Frankie turned her head to his voice. It was low and deep. She watched him take her hand and slowly lead her to the dance floor. He molded her to him. His left arm was wrapped about her waist and his left was holding her right hand. It was cold. A shock went through her. He was a vampire. Her eyes collided with his.

"Afraid?" He said softly.

"No. Should I be?" His soft chuckle caught her off guard. Liar he thought.

"I won't bite you, unless you really want me to." His fangs had run out. They began to move with the music. Frankie couldn't tear her eyes from him. He was an excellent dancer.

"What is your name?" she whispered.

"Eric. Eric Northman. I would have the pleasure of your name." His voice sent shivers down Frankie's spine.

"Frances. Frances Reilly. Most people call me Frankie." She blushed scarlet. He raised an eye brow

"Frankie." He tested the name. It suited her. She met his gaze with confidence. His arm around her waist tightened as his fingers wandered along the curves he found there. He felt powerful with her in his arms. She was a tiny woman. Her head stopped just under his chin. Her lips were parted. No lipstick he'd noticed. He liked that. He also enjoyed the fact she stared back at him. He dipped his head ever so slightly to kiss her. She turned her face just in time. His lips met air.

Frankie used this moment to ease herself out of Eric's death grip on her. She wasn't the type of girl to kiss a man when they just met. He reached for her again. She scooted away again and backed up. Eric growled low in his throat, and took another menacing step towards her. He would have had her again if out of the corner of his eye, he saw Pam catch his eye. He looked from Frankie to Pam. He suddenly lunged forward and grabbed her by the waist and dragged her to his body. Eric dipped his mouth down to her ear.

"You know I make you wanna scream." He stepped away from her. Her eyes narrowed on him. He gave her a wicked smile, as if he was going to make good on that threat. He strode over to the woman at the bar and began talking to her.

Frankie knew this was going to be her only chance to leave here in proverbially one piece. She quickly grabbed her coat and hurried out. She made it to her rental car and got in and locked the doors. She took a deep breath and started it. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Eric striding towards her. In a panic she threw the car into drive and punched the accelerator, leaving him in the dust.

Eric watched her drive off. He contemplated following her, something he could have done easily. He lifted his nose to the night air. Her scent still hung in the air. He smiled. Something about her actions said "Chase Me". He would bide his time. She wouldn't be able to stay away.

Frankie let herself into her hotel room. She leaned against the door. She listened for a few minutes. She slid both locks home on the door and slumped against it. What was she thinking. He was obviously dangerous. There was no question in her mind. He may not come tonight, but another night. She wearily stood on shaky legs and crossed the room to the bathroom. She turned the light on and examined herself. No worse for wear, she decided. She did noticed however her skin was flushed. She unzipped her dress and pulled it over her head. The smell of his cologne clung to the dress. She inhaled without thinking. He smelled like he ought to smell. Like raw, inhibited sex. Frankie shivered at the thought.

She changed into her pajamas and slid under the covers of the bed. She looked at the window, and decided to pull the curtains closed. Piece of mind she told herself.

Eric sat perched on the railing of her balcony of her hotel room. He'd arrived just after she closed the drapes. Damn woman he thought. But, the moonlight would play into his favor he thought smiling. He'd sat in his office trying to concentrate on work but found it impossible. He'd berated Pam on calling him away from her side, but it was official business and needed to be seen to. He waited until the moon was exactly behind him. He smiled to himself. He couldn't wait until she saw him there. His body tensed in excitement. He would wait.

Frankie rolled over in her sleep. She rubbed her eyes. Something was wrong. Panic rose in her heart. She looked to the window. A silhouette cast on the drapes. The figure was crouched on…the railing? A cold splash of dread washed over her. She stood and walked to the window and pulled back the drapes. Her eyes widened at what she saw. Eric was sitting perfectly still on the railing. His eyes bore into hers. The moonlight made it look like he was glowing. She stepped away. He hopped from the railing and stood in front of the sliding glass door. He knocked on it teasingly. From what she knew, about vampires, he couldn't enter without her say so. She decided to play with him as he had her. She smiled and walked over to where he stood. She pressed her body against the window. He closed his eyes and clenched both fists. She slid her tank top from her body and threw it at the window. He watched it fall to the floor. His eyes rose to meet hers. She pressed her breasts against the cool glass. She watched his hands rise to the glass. His fingers splayed on the glass. She turned around and pressed her backside to the glass. She looked up and over at him. She felt the heat in his gaze.

Eric watched her. She was glorious. He knew she would refuse him entrance. Torture seemed to be the lesser of two evils in her mind. Her body was exquisitely formed as he knew it would be. He pressed his body against the glass as she moved against him. He could feel the heat from her body. There would be no escaping him. She splayed her fingers on the glass where his chest rested and threw her head back. He watched her body arch. He had let his fangs run out a long time ago.

"Woman." he growled softly. "Let me in."

"No." she said. She moved away slightly and bent over. Her panties left nothing to the imagination. See through… he thought raggedly. He'd never been this aroused in his entire 1000 year existence. She sat on the floor in front of him. She ran her fingers up her legs and over herself. He dropped to his knees. He rested his head against the glass. He watched her lift her legs and remove her panties. He growled. Loudly. She was slightly shaven. He watched as she ran her fingers down herself. He slammed his head against the glass. She stopped and scrambled away. She snatched her panties and tank top from the floor. She looked at him with fear in her eyes.

Frankie knew she had gone too far. She knew Eric wanted her but now he was also angry. She knew if she crossed his path again, she would be forever changed. She climbed back into the bed knowing full well he was still there on his knees watching her every move. He stood with effort and leaned against the wall of the balcony.

"No matter." He said. He brushed his long hair out of his eyes and leaned forward to leer at her. "There will be no where you can go in the night where I won't be. If you are here? As will I. I will follow you. You think you've pulled a fast one on me? You know I make you wanna scream. And I will make you scream."

Needless to say Frankie got no sleep that night. He'd stayed there on the balcony until almost dawn. He'd tossed her a wicked smile, and vaulted off the railing. Oh she'd wanted to scream alright. With frustration. As she went about her business that day, she knew he couldn't be out in the daylight, but his threat was enough to make her look over her shoulder. She wanted to call his bluff but she wasn't sure he was bluffing. She would not yield…yet.

Dark was falling. Frankie paced her hotel room wondering whether or not she should leave town. She shook her head. Running would solve nothing. He knew her scent. Where ever she went, he would find her. She shook her head. She had to be careful. He was dangerous and sexy not to mention dead. She opened her suitcase and pulled out a black strapless dress. She pulled it on and zipped it up. On with her pumps again. She left her dark hair falling in curly waves to her waist. She'd applied her oil liberally. She looked at herself in the mirror. She smiled. She cast one look out to the window. The sun was almost set. She hastily left.

Eric was in his office finishing up a few things before his evening began. He'd barely slept either. Visions of Frankie had filled his mind. He felt the pencil he had been using snap in his hand. He was definitely on edge. Eric hated not being in control. That show she gave him last night only served to fuel his lust. She definitely intrigued him. If she wasn't afraid of him, he would be surprised. She had gone a bit too far with him last night. She knew that. He wasn't sure if she would seek him out tonight. He hoped in his cold dead heart that she would. It would save him the time of having to look for her. At the same time, he wanted to chase her. It would make having her all the sweeter.

Eric opened the door to his office and was greeted as usual the throng of people who came to the club every night. He worked his way to his seat upon the dais at the front of the room. He watched the door intently. He would have her tonight. She would be willing of that he was certain.

Frankie paused at the door to Fangtasia. Some crazy part of her made her come here. Now that she was here, it was too late. Eric probably knew she was here.

It was as if she could feel his eyes on her already. She had come this far it would be crazy to turn back now. She heaved a sigh and pushed open the door. It was just as loud tonight as it was last night. She looked around. Eric was sitting on in his chair across the room. He had definitely been waiting for her. He rose and began walking towards her, in a lazy stroll. She instinctively took a step back. He leaned over to the DJ and whispered in his ear. The DJ nodded and began playing the song they were dancing to last evening. His eyes never left hers as he came closer. It seemed like there was no one else here but them. Eric breathed in her scent. She looked up at him. He took her hand and led her to the dance floor.

"Too bad we're in public." He said in her ear.

"You wouldn't dare." She whispered.

"Is that a invitation?" His smile turned dangerous. Frankie snorted. "You gave me quite a show last night. It was a pity that you didn't let me in." He leaned down and licked her bare collar bone and then bit her slightly. He felt her pulse increase. Her blood lay just beneath her skin. What he wouldn't of given at that moment to taste her blood right then. But, for her, he would do it in private. In a place where she would scream his name over and over again and no one but him would hear.

Frankie felt his arms tighten around her and pull her closer to him. She was frightened. Being this close to him was heady stuff for a girl. She felt his hands begin to wander along her body. She shivered. She heard him chuckle softly. He swept his hand up her back to rest just under her shoulders.

"Tell me when, and I will take you to places you've never been." He said hoarsely. Frankie's body was betraying her. Her skin was on fire where his hands had been. Her nipples had tightened and were poking through the thin material of her dress.

"You hardly know me. I'm just another woman to you. I bet you've used that line on a hundred women. Maybe even thousands depending on how old you are." Eric couldn't help but consider her words. As he watched her emotions play across her face. Fear, determination, lust, and anger. She wasn't just another woman. She was what he had been searching for. She was different. He wasn't sure how, but he knew he needed her. But, being a human woman, she had human woman sensibilities he figured wryly. She wasn't the type to just sleep with the first handsome face to cross her path. He was amused that he had been that handsome face. She had tempted him sorely. He wanted her to remember him. Even if he let her leave him after tonight, she would remember Eric Northman.

Frankie wasn't sure what had happened next. She wasn't certain what she had said to him but he had dragged them into what she thought fleetingly was his office. He swung her around his body and pressed her against the wall of his office. Her dress had ridden up exposing more of her thighs which were wrapped around his waist at present. He pressed his lips to the hollow of her throat. He felt her pulse beating wildly. Eric trailed his lips up her throat to her lips. She parted them in a silent invitation. He needed no other. He kissed her. He felt a jolt of lightening when his lips touched hers. He groaned into them and held her tighter to him. If he had a hand free he would have tugged her bodice down…he grinned down at her.

Frankie watched as he leaned down and hooked a fang in her dress and pulled on it until her breasts were bared to him. He latched onto a nipple almost immediately. She noted with amusement he'd taken half a second to look at them first. She fisted her hands in his long blond hair. He suckled her like a man who was starving. She groaned aloud when his hands slipped under her dress to grasp her panties in his hand. In seconds they were scraps on the floor. He inserted his index finger in and massaged her nub with his thumb then he stopped when he felt her…No. Could he believe his good fortune. The gods had saw fit to bestow… dare he say it? A virgin in his path? No wonder she was reluctant to sleep with him. He looked down at her. Her eyes were half open. His office was no place for a deflowering.

Eric with some reluctance set her on her feet. He pulled her bodice up. Frankie looked at him with a look that seared his soul.

"I'm sorry. I should have said something." She attempted to walk by him but he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him.

"Don't be sorry. Are the men where you are from blind?"

"No. I just haven't found someone that I ever wanted to…" her voice trailed off. He cocked his head at her. He was in awe of her. If Eric had his way he would be that someone. Also he would be the last someone

"My office is not the place for this.". He looked down at her. "Will you stay with me until we close and then we can go somewhere and talk."

Frankie didn't know what to say to him. The look in his eyes promised more, but his voice had a pleading quality to it. If he wanted to talk, she would talk with him. She gave him a small smile. She slid her hand into his.

"I will wait with you." Eric smiled and took her hand and led her out of his office. She followed him to the dais where his chair sat. Frankie sat in the chair on his right. Her eyes looked over at the people looking at her with envious stares. She hoped that this wasn't a game to him. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and caught him staring at her. Frankie knew then, there was something more to Eric Northman then just supreme arrogance. She was intrigued to know what made him tick. What had made him seek her out last night out of the hundreds of women in the room. What made her so special to him.

Around 2:30 the bar closed. Eric followed Frankie to her car.

"My car is so much better." He threw her a sexy smile, and led her to the employee parking lot where a red corvette sat. Frankie rolled her eyes not surprised in the least. He seemed to know where he was going because he never asked her where she was staying. She assumed he knew because he'd found her last night with not too much effort. They walked into the hotel together. Eric placed his hand on the small of her back. As soon as the elevator doors closed, he closed the distance between them and covered her mouth with his. Frankie felt like she was being devoured. His lips moved over hers, mastering them. This man had lots of practice in kissing.

He lifted his head just as the doors opened. Frankie looked into his eyes smiled and led him to her room. He stood almost on top of her as she was inserting the key into the door. As soon as the door opened Frankie, invited him in and Eric wasted no time. He kissed her and pressed her against the door. His hand was sliding up her leg to hoist her leg on his hip. Eric pulled back and looked down at her. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Her green eyes stared back at him. For a moment, he could have sworn she saw not the vampire, but him. He smiled into her eyes and reached for her hand. Her fingers wrapped around his he led them away from the door and to the bed.

"I'm going to go change." she said.

"Go ahead." Eric leaned back against the head board of the bed and grinned wickedly at her. Frankie scowled at him and snatched her pajamas from the chair and proceeded to stomp her way to the bathroom. Eric was quicker. "I'd like to watch you change."

"So you can ravage me after? I don't think so buster." She poked him in the chest.

"Buster?" He snaked an arm around her waist and took hold of the zipper of her dress and slowly began to draw it down her back. He never took his eyes from hers as he continued. Her dress gave way and pooled at their feet. It would have been child's play to glamour her and make her undress for him, but he couldn't do that. It was much more challenging for him to let her keep her will. And besides, he enjoyed watching her face. Her anger was palpable. She stood in front of him in just a sheer black thong.

"Happy now?" She said indignantly. She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a baleful glare, but his eyes were glued to her breasts plumped up by her arms across her chest.

"Very." he said raggedly. She smiled slowly and tried to get by him to the bathroom. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back towards him. He raised her wrist to his mouth. Frankie thought he was going to bite her. But her insides melted when while looking into her eyes, he slowly licked her pulse point in her wrist. He grinned at her and released her wrist. She retreated into the bathroom shutting the door. He heard her slump against it. He smiled to himself and leaned against the door. "If you think this door being locked will stop me from getting in, think again my dear." He heard her gasp and move away from the door. He chuckled softly and heard her unlock the door.

"I would rather not have you break down the door just to see me naked." Frankie was trying to hurry along while she still had her virginity, though something inside her told her the longer she was around Eric Northman, she wouldn't be keeping it long.

"It would be worth it to me." she heard him say lowly.

"Again, you could have any woman you want. Why do you want me?" By this time she had opened the door. He was standing with his arms braced on either side of the door, his long blond hair falling over his face hiding his face. He looked up at her, his eyes burning with something…she wasn't sure what it was, she wasn't sure she wanted to know.

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