I haven't been on fanfiction for a good three years atleast but after reading all the true blood books, watching all the episodes, obsessing and lusting over the characters, I couldn't resist ;)

A story for those who've read the books, but if your reading without having done so – sookie, Eric and bill are at the vampire convention on the shores of lake Michigan under Sophie annes court, who is on trial for murdering her husband, of which she's innocent.

Chapter 1

In the lobby of the Pyramids of Giza hotel, vampires swarmed like bees to a hive. Stalls lined the walls and elegant undead purveyed them in their posh frocks and expensive jewellery, diamonds as glossy as the skin of the wearers.

Eric Northman watched them go by, leaning his tall lean body against a door frame. He was watching for his little pretty blonde pursuit of late. She would saunter in looking all mouth watering, maybe with Sophie-Anne and her followers. Eric smiled to himself, the thought of her blonde hair falling past her shoulders and lying dormant on her eye-catching chest.

Bill Compton stood at his stall, watching the door for Sookie just as Eric did. His business was being greatly successful but in his unbeating heart, he couldn't be happy. His glance swept the room and he noticed Eric slouching across the room. Bill Compton knew exactly what he was waiting for.

In the kitchen area staff was busy as ever, scurrying in and out, restocking their trays with the long champagne flutes filled with thick red blood substitute, and the occasional actual alcoholic beverage for the odd leisurely human. Some servers were bored stiff, some were tired, but most we're excited to be in such close proximity with so many of the once legendry creatures.

Eva, however, was amongst the tired. She slumped against a counter for a minute to catch her breath and give her feet a moment of ease. The uniform for tonight was as tricky to work in as tricky got, the tight white blouse was pretty average, but the skirt she'd been provided with was far too short for a moral girl to feel comfortable in, and she suspected a size to small. It squeezed her in at the waist then clutched her thighs momentarily, stopping abruptly around the higher part of her thigh. It also rolled up frequently and it was hard to find a quiet moment to fix it, or tug it down a bit without looking unprofessional in the main room. While the other girl servers had taken the objective of the uniform on board, leaving their long legs bare and on show, Eva had hastily pulled on a pair of sheer black tights before she left. The black stilettos hurt like the seven shades of hell at that moment in time. She smoothed her skirt down and inch or so and took a breather until she noticed her manager swaying across the kitchen. Grabbing her tray she bustled out the swinging doors.

The main room would be overheating with the amount of bodies in it if the majority of them weren't walking, talking corpses. The room was cool as an evening breeze, but Eric missed the smell of sweet human bodies. As a male server strode past him he took a long sniff, the smell of pumping blood filling his nostrils. Shame about the gender. He began wandering, trying to stray nearer the female servers. One delectable little human girl past him, her mousy brown hair escaping its bun and framing her petite face. Eric breathed in deep and imagined the sheer joy of chasing her through the undergrowth as she shrieked and cried. The ecstasy of pinning her struggling body down and biting into her soft flesh.

On the other side of the room, Eva smiled falsely and held out the tray to a group of snobby looking vampires, who lazily chatted then reached for glasses.

"Thank you young lady," one older male drawled at her. She nodded to him and turned to carry on circulating but he shuffled in closer.

"I'm sure waitressing isn't the best money maker," he hissed, moving closer towards her. Eva had been in situations like this plenty, she was hardly unnerved nowadays.

"Its suiting me just fine sir, so please, I have to continue."

"I'll find you shall I?" He carried on as if she hadn't just dismissed him.

"No thank you, I'm flattered but I have to work."

"Later."

"No sir, please," she snapped abruptly and walked on. It was when they carried on past the initial suggestion that irked her.

He took another step as she took several small ones, then as she thought she was moving out of his range, he appeared by her side laying his hands on her arm.

"Please leave me," she whispered as politely as she could muster, trying not to create the beginnings of a scene.

"I've missed the pursuit of women; delicious women who had morals and try to resist the lure of our kind, your no cheap whore are you? You need a pursuit? Or is this an act?" He teased, his greying hair (presumably like that when he was turned) sweeping Eva's forehead as he moved his face close to hers.

"No, I'm just doing my job," she cried, struggling to control her volume. Spinning to walk away and pull her arm out of his fingers, he clutched on, then as she was tugging her hardest he gave up and let go.

With a resounding clatter, Eva crashed to the floor. The glasses on her tray smashed to the floor, the blood within splattering onto the dresses and suits of those surrounding. Within a few moments, Eva was crumpled on the floor surrounded by a ring of angry vampires. Breathing uneasy and scared to raise her gaze, she got up, looking at the floor, her cheeks burning red with shame.

"Your wages for the year couldn't afford this dress," a blonde vamp hissed, rage clear in her voice. Eva was sure she wasn't lying and was about to mumble and apology when she was knocked back down, a slender redhead vampire pinning her down, fangs extracted. The bottom of her green cocktail dress was swathed in the red liquid.

"Yes and your lowly wages for rest of your life couldn't afford mine."

Eva was sure this was a bit of an exaggeration, but helpless under this formidable woman's mercy was no time to point that out. Eric had noticed the commotion, and was pushing through the crowd surrounding the scene to see what was going on.

There was a harsh click clack of heels, and Eva's manager pushed through the crowd.

"Miss, please refrain from tackling our guests," she said in her smooth cool voice, which fit in well amongst the vamps. "I am sorry for the trouble caused by my employee and you will be fully reimbursed for your attire, but it was made very clear my servers should not be harassed and this young girl was clearly approached."

Approached, one way to put it, through Eva angrily, God damn vamps always quick to blame the human, ready to bite off our lowly heads.

"I expect full payment as well," snapped a male vampire with a blood splattered blouse. Eva scrabbled up as the redhead released her and stood upright.

"I'll get a rag," she said breathlessly, needing an excuse to get out of the circle of people. From her managers glare she was probably fired anyway.

"Maybe you can take of your shirt and mop it with that," leered a male voice, and sniggers from the crowd followed.

Mmm, I'd like to see that, though Eric slyly, laying eyes on the young frazzled girl. Her attempts to cover her legs with tights and unsuccessfully with her skirt made her look sweet, and her large dark eyes were captivating. She was probably the curviest waitress in the room, her shapely thighs almost lost in the dark material and her curved hips apparent under her blouse, which was sticking to her skin from being doused in the synthetic blood. His fangs we're beginning to involuntarily appear and his breathing course as he watched her try and peel the wet, glistening red fabric from her skin.

Eva had never felt more shameful in her life, soaked and humiliated in front of this room of the elite of the vampire world. She turned slightly and walked away to the kitchen, but before she left the circle she felt the intent gaze of the tall blonde vamp amongst the mocking stares of the others, and angry stares of some. Taking a peep, she made quick eye contact with him, his fangs hanging out like a dogs tongue as he watched her. Disgusting, she thought. She couldn't deny he was smoulderingly attractive but him fang lusting over her unnerved her. She scurried out of his gaze, but his face was blazed in her mind now. Intent and longing, Eric Northman tried to push the lust out of his mind as he walked away, but her innocent frightened doe-like expression was weighted heavily on his mind.