A/N: Hey folks! Ive gotten some messages recently asking me to continue this series, which honestly Ive missed writing though its been years (I think) since I've updated it. Because you asked I plan to continue, but wanted to revise the whole series and update my writing (which honestly was terrible back then lol). So heres the revision. I'm going one chapter at a time so bear with me. But I want to give Eric and Chase the ending they deserve. Hope you enjoy!

"Chase, come on."

I shook my head at her whining, refusing to look up, knowing that if I did she would be gazing at me with her big blue puppy dog eyes. If I did that I might give in to her ridiculous request.

"I want you to come with me. I know you will have fun!" She continued.

I huffed, finally looking up at my friend Cassandra, the girl I had known since I was seven. Her curly blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her blue eyes were bright with want. I was sitting on the couch in the house we shared, trying -and failing- to study. She wanted to take me to Fangtasia and I would rather do anything else than go to Fangtasia. People around Bon Temps already thought I was weird. I didn't need word to get out that I was associating with vampires. It wasn't exactly going to enhance my image.

"Cassandra," I sighed avoiding those wanting blue eyes and looking back down at my text book. "You know I love you and any other time -or place- I would be more than happy to come along with you; but I need to study and I just don't want to go. Me and vampires? Not a good combination."

"Oh come on," Cassandra begged, plopping down on the couch beside me and leaning her body onto mine. "Ever since we moved to Bon Temps you haven't done one single thing that's fun. I have sat here and watched you with your head in these damn books and I think it is time that I take you out."

"To Fangtasia?" I asked looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

She nodded excitedly. "Just because there are vampires there doesn't mean you won't have fun. I thought with your... talent...you might fit in there. Vampires understand what it's like to be different."

I rolled my eyes. The talent she was referring to would be my ability to get inside peoples head. One single touch and I had access to everything, emotions, thoughts, memories, secrets. Whatever was in there was mine for the viewing. I considered it a burden; anyone I ever wanted to be close to could not keep a secret from me. I sometimes found things inside people's heads that I never wanted to know, but I had no control over what happened with the first touch. I tried to keep myself withdrawn from people, hence why people thought I was weird. I tried wearing gloves in the beginning which only made me stick out even more, a girl wearing gloves in the hot Louisiana weather definitely attracted attention. The only true friend I had was Cassandra and my family was back in Austin, Texas, which was where I was born and raised. I had come to Louisiana at Cassandra's beckoning, while she was very excited to go to school in another state I had been content to go to my local community college. It was only after a lot of begging, like she was doing right at the moment, that I agreed to move away from home with her and attend the same school. It put my over protective parents at ease to know that I was moving with a close friend, who they had known since I was a little girl, but I still missed the familiarity of home desperately. But I also loved being on my own, without my parents breathing down my neck. I was learning to be my own person for once, even if I kept to myself.

"Cass, I really don't want to," I repeated. "And the fact that I have a 'talent' at all is even more reason for me not to go. They might smell it on me or something."

Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Jesus Christ, don't be such a psycho," she snatched my text book from my hands and tossed it on the floor. I frowned at her. "Psychology will still be here tomorrow and you need to go have some fun tonight. Now come and get ready with me, dammit. You are going and that is it."

I put my head in my hands suffering in my defeat.

An hour and half later, I was sitting in the driver seat of my car reluctantly leaving Bon Temps. I had to borrow one of Cassandra's dresses because I was a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl and dresses were not a part of my wardrobe. While I had initially went for a innocent looking blue sundress, Cassandra insisted I wear a little black dress. It was a short, had a very low neck line, and barely reached the middle of my thighs. It hugged and accentuated every curve and inch of my body that it covered. I hated it.

While I didn't have anything against vampires, it didn't mean that I wanted to hang out with them. They were natural killers and they drank blood which rightfully made me a little squeamish. I was all for vampires being able to live in the main world and have rights and such, but I wanted them to do it as far away from me as possible. Yet, here I was driving my little mustang to a fang bar, wearing a dress that was tighter and shorter than any dress should be, with my dark hair falling around my face and black high heels on. I hated high heels.

"Look, there it is!" Cassandra said excitedly as she applied another coat of lip gloss. "Park in the back."

I followed her directions, parking near the rear of the building and grabbing the small black clutch I had brought along. I had put my I.D., a twenty dollar bill, and the can of pepper spray my father had given me inside. I knew that pepper spray would do nothing against a vampire, but it still made me feel better to have it on hand. I knew that silver had an effect on vampires which is why I had put on the silver chain and cross that my mother had given me. I had no sense of religion whatsoever, but my parents did and it made them feel better.

"You ready?" Cassandra asked checking herself in the visor mirror once more before closing it and looking at me.

"As ready as I can be to go into a bar full of murderers and their worshipers," I answered with a forced smiled.

Cassandra chuckled, ignoring my cheekiness like usual. "Come on," she said pushing the passenger door open and climbing out.

Cassandra had always been the wild child party girl. Even when we were younger, she had always been more adventurous than I was. At twenty-two years old I was still a virgin, where she had already had a few sexual partners. We were almost the exact opposite of each other, but despite that we had always been the best of friends. She got on my nerves some of the times, but I still loved her.

I followed Cassandra through the parking lot, watching all the various people that were heading into the bar. It surprised me that so many people of different age and race were going into a bar full of potential murderers willingly, and I was also one of them. A tall blonde woman stood in a leather outfit, manning the entrance to the bar, her blonde hair a wild mane around face. I knew she had to be a vampire. Her extremely pale skin and dark eyes were some big clues to it. A chill ran down my spine as we got closer to her.

"I.D. please," she said flatly looking at me. "Cassandra, I know you are of age."

I looked at Cassandra and frowned. I knew she had come to Fangtasia before, but I didn't know she was on first name basis with vampires. I pulled my I.D. out of my clutch and handed it to the woman, careful not to make any skin to skin contact with her. She eyed my identification card before looking at me and then handing it back. She gave Cassandra a weird look that I couldn't recognize and I resisted the urge to touch her to find out what she was thinking.

"Welcome to Fangtasia," the woman said dryly.

Cassandra led the way into the bar past the blonde haired woman and I felt my heart began to race. The bar was full and the music was loud. I immediately regretted not wearing a long sleeve coat, knowing that I would get an onslaught of thoughts and images at any bare skin contact that I made. This was not a good idea, I thought as Cassandra beckoned me toward the bar.

I avoided contact with others as best I could, bobbing and weaving through the crowd, my bare arms tucked in towards my chest. I sat on an empty stool at the bar, looking at Cassandra who stood beside me swaying to the music. I followed her gaze taking in the inhabitants of the bar, making out who was a vampire and who was not. Some people were dancing, others were all over each other. I forced my eyes away from a particularly touchy couple and found myself staring at a man sitting on a throne like chair at the edge of the room on a stage. I felt my breath leave me as I took in the beauty of him, shocked by how appealing his pale skin, long blonde hair and deep blue eyes were. An expensive looking black on black suit hugged his body in all the right ways. He was too busy staring and texting on his phone to notice my lingering gaze.

"Who is that?" I questioned, leaning closer to Cassandra, bringing her attention to the magnificent man across the room.

Cassandra's smile widened and she licked her lips as if she could taste him in the air. "That is Eric Northman," she answered still staring at him. "He owns the bar. He's some big important vampire here in Shreveport, I think. Isn't he something?"

I nodded slowly, unable to remove my eyes from his pale beautiful face. "He is something alright," I whispered. My hands began to tingle. They always did that when I saw someone I was interested in and wanted to know more about.

"Stop staring and let's dance," she said nudging me.

I slid off the stool, following her onto the dance floor. I couldn't help, but keep looking back at the vampire in the chair. I tore my eyes away as we reached the middle of the dance floor and Cassandra grabbed my hand. A flood of images rushed me, everything she had done, thought, or said that day filled my head and I broke contact immediately frowning at her. She looked apologetic. She sometimes forgot. I had been in her head so many times that I was able to block her now, but I had been unprepared.

"Sorry, Chase. I forgot to warn you...didn't see anything too bad in my head did you?"

"No...But you can touch me now. I'm ready," I said holding my hand out.

She took my hand and we began to dance. I hated to go out, but I loved to dance. Whenever Cassandra did manage to drag me out of the house, we usually went dancing. Our dancing tended to attract unwanted attention sometimes. Cassandra had no problem wrapping her arms around me or dancing against me. It didn't bother me when she grinded against me. It was just dancing and helped to keep the guys from trying to dance with us. Normally I was so wrapped up in the music that I didn't notice anyone watching, but the amazing vampire sitting behind me was still on my mind. I couldn't resist turning to look at him one more time, startling when I noticed his eyes on me. I turned my back on him quickly, feeling butterflies in my stomach and noticing that he wasn't the only one staring. It seemed every other vampire in the near vicinity was watching as well, with fangs extended.

I jumped as I felt a hand tap my shoulder and was thankful that my hair was there to protect me from unwanted thoughts. I turned quickly to find it was the blonde from the entrance.

"Eric wants to see Cassandra. And you too," she said nodding towards me.

My stomach dropped and Cassandra's face spread into a smile. She took my hand without a moment's hesitation and pulled me toward Eric Northman. Her smile grew as we reached him and he looked up from his phone and directly at me. I felt sparks shoot up my spine when our eyes locked, it was unnerving. He slid his phone into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. I swallowed hard.

"What is your name?" he asked his tone soft and even. He was still gazing at me. I couldn't look away. It felt as if he was seeing right into my soul.

"Ch...Chase...Chase Morgan," I stuttered. Pull it together for god sake, Chase.

One blonde eyebrow arched. I got this reaction often from people when they heard my name. It was a "boys" name after all. My mother had thought that I was a boy while she was pregnant with me, and even after finding out I was a girl she liked the name so much she refused to give it up.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-two."

"And how long have you known Cassandra here?" he questioned further. His eyes made a brief reprieve of looking at me, to glance at Cassandra and then they were right back on me. He watched me as if I was the most interesting thing in the world.

"Since I was seven," I answered, finally finding the ability to look away and at Cassandra.

She was looking at him the way that he was looking at me, like he was the very air she breathed. I was beginning to understand why she liked to come to this vampire bar so much, they must have had some history together. Or she had a deep infatuation. I reached out and took her hand, wanting to know what she was thinking. She flinched as I made contact and the images and sounds flooded my brain. It was of her and Eric rolling around in a bed that I didn't recognize, her moans filling my head as his mouth and hands explored her. I hadn't ever seen this before which surprised me, she somehow had hid this from me. It only took me a second to realize that it had never actually happened and it was just a fantasy. She yanked her hand from me, pulling her eyes away from Eric long enough to give me a glare. She could only hold the glare for a few seconds before her eyes were back on him. I felt a hint of jealousy creep up in me as I watched her gaze at Eric. I swallowed it down hard. How could I be jealous over a vampire that I didn't even know?

"That is quite a long friendship," Eric said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I said nothing. I didn't know what to say. I forced a nod.

"Why have you come here tonight?" he asked tilting his head as his eyes continued to take me in.

"Cassandra forced me to come," I replied. "I don't get out much...and she insisted."

He turned those penetrating eyes on Cassandra and gazed at her for a long moment before he spoke softly. "Cassandra...please go back to the dance floor and enjoy yourself while I speak with your friend."

A dreamy look came over her face and she nodded obediently before turning and walking off. I felt my jaw drop a little as I watched her walk off. My best friend had just left me alone with two vampires, one of which was watching me like I was dinner.

"Chase," Eric said making me look back at him. My name on his lips caused an unexpected thrill to rush through me. "As the owner of this bar, which I am sure you are aware of, I have two things to ask of you."

I raised my eyebrows in anticipation. "And they are?" I asked with a hitch in my voice.

"One being: that you take off that weapon around your neck," he said motioning to my cross. "Silver is harmful to vampires and not allowed in here."

I reached for my cross without even thinking twice. I gripped the clasp in the back and it fell from neck into my hand. I placed it into my clutch and had it closed in less than ten seconds. Eric looked pleased. Crap, I thought, I just followed his orders like I am a regular fang banger. What the hell is wrong with me?

"The second being that I be allowed to speak with you in private," he continued.

"Why?" I blurted.

"I need to ask you a question," he replied with a hint of a smile on his lips.

I felt uneasy. Eric looked at me expectantly, awaiting my answer. I looked at Cassandra, who had already found someone else to dance with. I didn't know what to do. A part of me was intrigued and felt like doing anything he asked, while the rational part of me wanted to tell him to go to hell.

"Sure," I said quickly. The rational part of me sighed inwardly.

He smiled and I melted. I watched him rise to his feet, buttoning his expensive coat before he moved past me, his faithful blonde right on his heels. Everyone cleared a path for him, like the god I assumed he was, and I followed behind them trying to steady my fast beating heart. He pushed open a door marked 'employees only' and ushered me through. I stepped through and turned back to him as the blonde tried to follow me. He held up a hand to stop her.

"Pam...Go watch the bar," he ordered. "I can handle this alone."

A sly smirk spread across her face and I felt uneasy all over again. She turned on her heels and returned to the bar, leaving Eric to shut the door. I tried to look casual as I looked around his office, stepping further into the room. I wondered absently if Cassandra had noticed that I had come back to his office and if anyone would be able to hear my screams. The sound of the lock on the door sliding into place snapped me out of my thoughts. I pivoted to look at Eric, trying not to show the terror I felt on my face.

"You can relax," he said softly. He took a step toward me. "I have no intentions of harming you... Have a seat."

I hesitated, but sank down onto the surprisingly comfortable black leather couch. I set my clutch down, but close in case I needed that pepper spray. I did my best to look casual and nonchalant. This is fine. You are going to be fine. Just hanging with a vampire…Did I eat any garlic today?

"Look," I blurted suddenly. "Just tell me what it is that you want…That way I can get back to my friend."

Large arms crossed over his chest. He looked down at me as if I had insulted him. "Are you uncomfortable?"

"Yes, I am..a little..I am uncomfortable," I admitted straightening my back so I sat up, my eyes never leaving his. "So that is why I would rather you ask me what you want to know so I can get back to my friend-."

I blinked my eyes and he was sitting next to me, very closely. I let out a yelp in surprise, feeling my face turn red in embarrassment at being startled so easily. He smirked, finding amusement in scaring me and tilted his head slightly, regarding me as if he found something about me curious. I felt my hands tingle again. I didn't know if I could read a vampires mind. I hadn't ever been close enough to even wonder. I resisted.

He finally spoke. "I hear you have a special...talent. You can...read minds?"

I blinked in surprise. How the hell had he known? And who the hell had told him? No one besides Cassandra and my family knew about my ability, I kept it a secret for a reason. I didn't want to be a freak in other people's eyes, and people knowing that with a single touch I could see everything they ever thought about or any secret they had hidden would make me seem like a freak. I wasn't too sure that I wanted a vampire like Eric to know about my gift either.

"Who told you something like that?" I asked.

"This is not the first time that your lovely friend Cassandra has come into Fangtasia," Eric answered softly. "She is quite talkative once she has had a couple drinks. I have heard her speak of your talents with other vampires before. Luckily for you, most of them think your friend is crazy...a vampire knowing about a talent like yours would make them crave the taste of your blood. I believe it might make your blood taste different...sweeter…"

I shivered as he said those words. "How would you know?"

"I can smell it on you," he whispered leaning in closer to me and taking a whiff. He sighed deeply like it was the most intoxicating thing he ever smelt. I felt liquid pool between my thighs. "You are a virgin too...that makes your blood even sweeter."

I felt fire race through me suddenly. I was getting hot, very hot.

He reached forward and touched my face. Skin met skin and a flood of images swept through my head. I felt myself gasp, my head lulling back as the visions of blood, sex, and death flashed in my mind. I could hear the sounds of people crying, pleading, or moaning his name, begging for more. There were countless faces of victims and sexual partners. It surprised me just how many of them he remembered so clearly. The emotions that he felt were overwhelming, the hunger, the lust, the need. Soon came the thoughts of me, how I looked as I danced, how sweet I smelt. I reached up blindly and pushed his hand away, breaking the connection with another gasp. I found myself panting, I felt like I had just run a mile.

"Please don't touch me," I said looking him in the eye. "At least...not without warning or permission."

"It is what triggers your...talent is it not?"

The cat was already out of the bag. "It is. I can see things in peoples head...sometimes feel emotions if the connection is strong enough. I can't see what's in anyone's head unless I touch them," I admitted looking down. "Or unless they touch me. The first time its automatic. I see whatever is in their head...in like a flood...usually just the thoughts that are in their head at the time... any time after that I can look for what I want...dig deeper...I can know anything."

"What did you see in my head?" he asked slowly.

I hesitated, but answered with the first and simplest words that I could find. "Death...and sex."

He swallowed hard and pulled away from me as if he were surprised by my revelation. It was the honest truth though, that is all I had seen. But I didn't expect much more than that from a vampire after all, especially not one as old as him. For some reason this did not frighten me as much as it probably should have. I found that my thudding heart had slowed down and my breathing had returned to normal. I was calmer now. He intrigued me. He was inviting and I had to admit that his charms were working on me.

"Is that all that you saw?" he asked. He licked his lips.

That action was more distracting than I anticipated and I found myself focused on his lips. I wanted to know what his lips tasted and felt like. I wanted to see what his tongue would feel like if it swept across my lips like it did his. My hands tingled again with the urge to touch him, but I resisted. I definitely was not going to try and push boundaries, especially not with a vampire.

"I saw me," I answered softly. He seemed closer, was I leaning towards him?

He let a small smile spread across his lips as he gazed into my eyes. "May I touch you now?" he asked politely bowing his head once again.

Such a gentleman, I thought as I nodded before even considering it. He brought his hand upward, reaching for my cheek, before stopping half an inch from my face. I sucked in a deep breath, my skin tingling from anticipation. "Tell me what you see now," he whispered.

His fingers made contact with my skin and I felt electricity between us. The images came in a wave and heat flooded through me as I saw myself through his eyes, beautiful and moving across the dance floor, taking in all my curves, the dark silk of my hair. Cassandra's hands caressing me in a more provocative way than it had actually occurred. I realized then that this must be a fantasy in his head. The image changed quickly. Suddenly it was him and me, his arms around me, his mouth on my skin, my soft moans filling my head. We were on a bed with red silk sheets, his hand in my hair, my legs around his waist. A flood of emotions swept through me with an intensity that had me panting again, it was all urge and want and need, consuming and burning me. The connection with him was more intense than anything I had ever felt with anyone else. It was almost indescribable.

When he pulled his hand away from me, taking his thoughts with him, I was forced back to reality. I found myself lying on the couch, my breath coming out in heavy pants, my heart pounding. The feelings I had shared with him were lingering, the want and need still rolling through me. His body was atop mine, fitting perfectly against me, our noses practically touching. Somehow during our mind meld he had moved me into this position and I would be lying if I said his body didn't feel incredible touching mine..

"So," he whispered across my lips. "What did you see this time?"

I couldn't find the ability to speak. I could only stare into his blue eyes. I hadn't been this close with many men before, in fact I had only been this close to one man before and it definitely hadn't felt like this.

"Eric..." I breathed finally my eyes moving down to his lips. I didn't know what to say, but I felt the need to say something.

I awaited a reply with baited breath, but one never came. His head bent and his lips found mine. I felt my heart explode. His lips were full, soft, and supple, and when they parted and his tongue snaked into my mouth I was shocked to find the taste of him so exhilarating. I was getting lost in his kiss, my fingers curling around the material of his jacket, pulling him closer. My tongue met his, dancing artfully. I finally pulled away when I couldn't hold my breath any longer, panting for air. Eric was panting as hard as I was, even though I knew vampires didn't need to breathe.

How did we get to this? I questioned myself trying to rationalize everything that had led to this point. This wasn't like me. I wasn't normally this person. Up until tonight I had wanted nothing more than to stay far away from vampires. It was him, there was no other explanation, I had been in his mind, shared his emotions and feelings, they were lingering within me.

I heard a strange sound, like a small click on a keyboard and then I saw his pearly white fangs. I couldn't stop the small yelp that escaped my throat and I pushed against him hard, making him sit up as I lunged off the couch to my feet. This suddenly wasn't fun anymore. I did not want to be a vampire's dinner. I had already let it go too far. I turned for the door, almost tripping on my high heels, seeing an opportunity to leave. I froze when I saw him already standing at the door, blocking my exit. God, he was fast.

He raised his hands as if I had him at gunpoint. "I did not mean to frighten you," he said apologetically. His fangs were gone now.

"Then what was with the fangs?" I asked taking a step back.

"Sometimes when I get excited they come out of their own volition," he answered honestly.

"Excited?"

"You excite me, Chase," he admitted taking another step toward me. We were close again and another wave of heat rushed through me. "You intrigue me. I want you."

I excited him? He wanted me?

He reached for me before I could stop him, his thoughts invading mine once more. I could see myself in his mind again, I was lying on the very couch that he and I were just on. My dress was on the floor and my hands were doing a very intense exploration of my body. I yanked my arm from his grip, forcing myself out of his thoughts.

"I can't do that," I said quickly. "I am not just some...chick that sleeps with any guy or vampire."

"And I never said you were," he replied with a slight frown. "But there is a first time for everything."

I huffed. Not tonight pal. "With your permission Eric I would like to leave now, thank you."

His frown deepened, but he bowed his head graciously and stepped aside. I hesitated, surprised that he was actually letting me leave. I didn't think that it would be that easy. I reached for the door knob and jumped when I felt his cold fingers grip my arm. There was another flood of images, emotions, anger and lust all rolled up into a ball inside him. He really didn't want me to leave. I could see he wasn't used to rejection. I froze immediately, he stepped closer and I felt his lips at my ear.

"Chase Morgan," he said softly. "I was not lying when I said that I wanted you. And what I want, I get. So do not be surprised when I call on you sometime soon. You intrigue me...and I wish to study you further and I don't just mean that talent of yours."

I shivered as he said those words, feeling a chill that ran through me as his fingers grazed over my arm. I didn't know how I was supposed to take that. Was it supposed to be a threat or an assured promise? Either way it made an odd mix of fear and excitement creep up my spine and I didn't like it.

"You will be mine, Chase Morgan," he assured as his lips brushed my ear. "That I can promise you."