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Eric sat upon his throne, in its place on the stage. He glanced over the crowd, most of which was made up of Fangtasia patrons, and a few new faces. His right arm was rested on the chair, holding his head up. This is was very boring, very dull night. Yvetta was dancing on the pole before him; wrapping herself around it, twisting and grinding herself along the smooth surface. Normally, this would be a good enough distraction for him, even if only momentarily. But tonight, it didn't please him in the slightest.

His mind was elsewhere. On a short blond, who was so close to being attainable, but being so hard to get at the same time. She had such attitude, such sass, but at the same time, she had such grace and manners. She was perplexing, as well as captivating. Eric found it quite a nuisance that he couldn't get her out of his head. No matter how many girls he took down to the basement, or in his office, she was still who he truly ached for.

Sighing softly, he got up from his place in front of the crowd, and sauntered over to his office.

"You alright? Yvetta looks almost shattered. Can I pick up the pieces?" Pam purred as she appeared beside Eric before he was able to slip into his office.

He looked over at his Child, before back at his door. "Do whatever you like, Pam. She is no longer my concern." He opened the door, and shut it before Pam could even blink.

Pam smirked as she glanced over to the writhing dancer. "Oh the fun I'll have…"

Eric rested his head against the back of the door. "God damn you Sookie Stackhouse."

Sookie leaned against the bar at Merlotte's, biting her bottom lip. It was a slow night tonight, and she was beyond bored. Letting her mind wander, she wondered where Bill was at this moment in time. If he was at home, out of town, dead…well deader somewhere. Since she had found out about his deceit, Sookie hadn't spoken to Bill Compton, nor had she really the desire too.

It still made her stomach flip flop, when she thought about just how much Bill had lied to her. She had thought she was in love, but really, it was just the blood. Well, she was just hoping it was the blood now. The idea of her actually loving someone, who could be so cruel and evil, made her beyond angry.

Even Eric, who was a soul-less creature, had never lied to her about it. He was who he was, no hiding, no secrets. He was bold as sun shining after a thunderstorm. Sookie appreciated that honesty.

And sometimes, Eric Northman made it very hard to hate him. When he looked so damn good in his black leather pants and black tank top, it was hard to focus on why you were hating him in the first place.

Sookie began thinking about Eric, letting his eyes slowly shut. She thought about him behind her, hands lightly on her hips, as he pressed himself against her back. Normally such vulgar actions would make Sookie holler, but with Eric, it was heaven. She imagined him leaning down and placing a soft kiss on her pulse point in her neck, lightly letting his tongue taste her soft flesh. Her breath hitched in her throat as she leaned back against the Viking, taking in his wonder smell…

"Sookie, table four needs refills." Arlene's voice cut through her thoughts like a knife through butter and Sookie's eyes shot open, looking at the red head.

"Sorry, what?"

Arlene smiled softly. "I said, table four needs refills. Are you alright, Sookie? You seem really distracted."

Sookie shook her head and smiled, grabbing her tray from the bar. "I'm fine, just thinking about Bill is all. I'll get on that." She forced a smile, and walked over to the table. Mentally, she was kicking herself for letting her mind wander to that heartless being.

That delicious, intoxicating heartless being.