Chapter 1

I ran across the field, trying to push faster. For weeks I had felt as if being watched; the feeling proved true when I stepped out of my small home in Sweden. I could hear his steps behind me as his feet hit the snow. I pushed on, putting more distance between us. He was a vampire, I knew, so must have been just enjoying the thrill of the chase.

I stopped and turned around as the sound of his footsteps disappeared. Nothing. I gasped, hearing the snow crunch behind me. Had he grown tired of the chase? Had my life come to its end? Slowly turning around, I saw a girl with dark red hair. I couldn't tell her age in what little moonlight there was. Had there been more than just him? How many was around?

"Clara! Don't you dare," I heard a deep voice bellow behind me. The girl, Clara, only smiled, showing her fangs.

I backed away slowly, terrified. With inhuman speed she was on me, knocking me flat on my back. I screamed as her fangs met my neck; I tried to fight, but too quickly lost I lost the strength. "As your maker I command you to stop," I heard a femine voice above me. Clara was gone immediately, replaced by a gorgeous man. I could see his bright blue eyes, feel his shoulder length blonde hair brush across my chest, reminding me that I was only in my tank and shorts, that served as my pajamas, and a pair of fur lined boots.

"I am so sorry," he said, the same deep voice as before.

I whispered, not having the strength to talk," is he gone?"

"Clara? Pam took her away," he helped me sit up, leaning me against his chest and rubbing my arms as I shivered.

"No, there was a man chasing me,"I shuddered at the thought. I knew the minute he had yelled that they were not with the strange man.

"He is gone now. You'll be safe with us," he replied as I closed my eyes, surrendering to the dark.

I woke up in a huge bed, covered in black satin sheets. Looking around, I did not recognize anything; the previous night came flooding back. I sat up quickly, the realized that it was a horrible idea. I fell back against the pillows, gripping my throbbing head.

"Careful," I heard a deep, familiar voice say, gently," you lost alot of blood last night." Turning my head I him, same as the night before. His hair was pulled back and he was dressed in all black with a leather jacket. "What is your name? I am Eric," he said. His voice was gentle, but his looks screamed badass.

"Evelina," I said softly, trying to sit up again, this time slowly. Eric moved to help me, but I froze as his touched the bare skin of my arm.

I saw his entire life, 1,000 years of memories. Vikings, wars, vampires, sex, enemies, lost and regained memories, a blonde woman he had loved. His life, like all the humans I had ever had phyisical contact with, was like a book to me. I knew the very thoughts he had when he first saw me.

I scrambled backwards, falling off the bed, as I tried to escape his gruesome memories, filled with battles and blood.

"Evelina?" He was next to me in a second, moving too fast for me to see," are you okay?"

I muttered in Swedish then looked at him. I was still shaking, frightened by the warior, the krigare, in him. He reached out a hand, causing me to crawl backwards. Suddenly the door opened to reveal a blonde, his childe Pam from his memories.

"Clara refuses to have any color in her closet! She said that she will stick to her crapy black gothic clothing!" She huffed, then seemed to realize our postition of the floor," I see you have frightened her already. Way to go, Eric."

"Pam, out," he barked. AS she left, he leaned against the bed, watching and waiting until I stopped shaking," now, can you tell me what has you so scared, liten blooma?"

Little flower..."I," I took a deep breath and tried again, talking softly," for as long as I can remember I have avoided physical contact with others. Everytime I touch someone, I see all their memories, as if life is just a book. But vampires. With the few I have met, it didn't happen. But I saw everything you have seen. The battles you have been through," I trailed off.

He nodded, then came over to me, moving slowly as he put a hand on my knee. Normally with someone it didn't matter if they had touched me before. but I wasn't hit with Eric's memories. I reached out, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I don't see them," I smiled," that's different." I reached out with my mind and flipped through his memories until I found the one of me. He could see every detail of my face, even in the darkness. The auborn of my hair, my eyes, blue so light they almost appeared white.

"Good," he said, smiling. It shocked me how nice he was to me, yet course to Pam.

"Where am I," I asked as we stood up.

"A little ways from your house. Its one of my vacation houses. I thought you would be safer here than alone at your house."

I nodded," Do you know who was chasing me?"

"No, but I will find out," he went into the closet and pulled out a black tanktop," if you want you can stay. We can protect you," he handed me the tank.

"Thank you."

"It will probably be a dress on you," looking up I saw that he towered over my small 5'4 frame. I guessed that he was at least a good 6'4.

"Okay," I said softly as he left the room, shutting the door behind him. Putting on the tank, I realized that he was right, the shirt hung to the middle of my thiegh. I folded my pajamas and left them on the foot of the bed.

Walking down the stairs I wondered why I had not been hit with Eric's memories before, when he had held me after the attack. I stopped at the foot of the stairs, seeing a livingroom. The floors where a dark mahagoney with ivory walls and black leather couches. Eric was sitting on the love seat talking with Pam and Clara who sat on the couch across from him.

"Ev," he said, looking up," come join us." I walked to him, trying to keep my distance from Clara. I sat down next to Eric, pulling my feet up next to me while trying to keep the tank from riding up.

"She cannot hurt you," Pam said, breaking the silence that had come over when I had entered the room.

"Yes, Pam commanded Clara not to harm you, liten blooma," Eric said, lying an arm across the back of the loveseat.

Pam gave Clara a look and she looked down saying," I am sorry I attacked you. I will not be doing it again," she sounded like a child who had been force to apolgize to her sibling.

"Its okay, I lived," I said softly. She just nodded, picking up a magazine.

"Eric, she needs to know," I heard Pam whisper sternly.

Eric shifted towards me," Ev, do you know why you can see the lives of others?"

I shook my head," No, but I have wondered."

"Well, I made a call last night while you were sleeping. Your eyes, they are too light for normal humans, and they seemed so familiar. He knew immediately, Evelina," he turned to face me completely, laying a gentle hand on my knee, " you are an angel."

AN: Hope you like it! Feel free you give me suggestions, I love knowing what the readers want, and most of the time try to incorporate it into the story. My goal is to have a new chapter up every Wednesday, but keeps eyes out for them all the time, because I may decide to post early!