He wanted her. It took every ounce of his long existence not to go to her and take her. Why in the hell can't I stop thinking of her, he thinks. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew she was his; or more aptly, his Achilles heel.
The essence of his being was embodied in this simple mortal. Or was she so simple? He sat on his thrown at Fangtasia watching the stink of humanity and wondering why in 1000+ years of his "undead" life she gets to him. He thinks of her smell, her touch, her energy, her light. What would she possibly see in me, the very dark of her existence? He continues to ponder. Yet, there is something magical in this creature. I must go to her before her existence wanes, he thinks. But how, when?
He takes another sip of his blood and works out a plan in his head to get Compton out of the way so can get her. She must be mine! Pam immediately locks eyes with Eric from across the bar and stalks over to him. She looks at him with amusement and asks, "Seriously Master. Are you thinking of that Stackhouse girl again?" Oh, how she really liked to get under his skin and tease him to no end. Eric just looked at her with a glare that could cut her head off. He was not amused with Pam's smirk and questioning of his authority, since after all, she was his progeny. He expected respect, and no less. "Pam, don't you have anything to do right now?" "Of course Master, but I just love to see how you intend to get this one and think she is any different from your entourage. She is after all, a mere human." Eric was not so sure of that. Sookie Stackhouse was far from human. She possessed the spirit and light that no other being could possess. He was convinced that she had him under a spell. Like a moth to a flame, he was drawn to her. There was no escape from her charming, venomous beauty once ensnared in her web. He felt that there could never be a way out of whatever spell she had him under. She would truly be the death of him, but he no longer cared. At this moment, he decides he must have her…and it must be NOW!
He takes his leave from the club with Pam's amusement. Stupid fangbangers he mumbles, as he makes his way out the door in a crash of thunder. The fangbanders bow at his feet like cheap offerings. Throwing themselves at him like beads at Mardi Gras for a fuck or taste of fang. As he boldly tosses them aside, he realizes that there is no time to waste and much to gain if he does this right. He is so ready for her. He can feel her in his soul and his dead heart. He wants her. He is so ready to claim her and make her his. Nothing will get in his way…not Compton, or any of her other suiters.
Without warning, he arrives at her house.