Prologue:

The god awful music played softly throughout the crowded club. I rolled my eyes at the cheesy lyrics to the music being played. Of all things that had to be played in a vampire bar, they had to pick the worst possible songs. I watched the patrons with a careful eye, amused at some of the antics of the pathetic humans. They gave our race a horrible name with their capes and fake fangs, practically begging the vampires to either fuck them or bite them. I almost laughed at the looks on the vampires faces when the humans would lay their hands on their thighs or any other body parts. It was like they were diseases. Though I'm sure half of these humans did have some sort of sexually transmitted disease. Some of them didn't look all that great in their leather clothes that barely covered their bodies. There were the ones that acted like this was just a vampire version of Disneyland, and I think those were the ones that amused me the most.

Though really, a Vampire Disneyland would be a rather big draw.

Just saying.

I chuckled to myself as I turned back around on the bar stool I sat on, smiling at the bartender, Chow. He hardly gave me a second glance as he leaned against the back of the bar with a look of boredom on his face. He was Asian and rather good looking, if you were into the tattoos and wary vampire look of course. He never once tried to harm me the hundreds of times I had been in here, so I couldn't really judge the vampire. He kept to himself and was loyal to the owner of the bar. That was the best you would get out of him. He did draw a good chunk of cash for Fangtasia, women pouring into the club just to catch a glimpse of the hunky vampire.

"A Negative." An unfamiliar voice beside me spoke.

Chow gave the vampire a onceover before grabbing an already warmed bottle of true blood and setting it down in front of the new vampire. I eyed him out the corner of my eye, and wondered if I had ever seen him in here before. But as I looked him over, I knew I hadn't. I would have remembered this stranger. My eyes just about bugged out and I had to look straight ahead to control my hormonal urges. He was gorgeous. Vampire or not, he was drop dead sexy (pun intended). I could tell he was tall by the way he hunched over his bottle of True Blood, his arms muscled, his body lean and toned underneath the tight black shirt he was wearing. His hair was pitch black and wavy as it fell just into his coal coloured eyes. I had been around quite the handful of vampires since the Great Revelation occurred two years ago, but I could easily say that he was in the top five of hunks I had ever had the privilege of sitting beside. There was no way to describe this vampire other than using the word gorgeous. I almost wanted to run one of my hands through his silk like hair, or let a hand roam around one of his muscled arms.

I shook my head, pulling myself out of my trance.

Get a hold of yourself!

I decided on moving to a booth, to get as far as I could from this handsome stranger. If I didn't, I surely would turn into one of those pathetic humans and try to jump this vampire.

"You don't seem like the others."

Oh god, he had an accent!

I just about melted into jello at hearing the accent. It wasn't the usual accent that was versed here in Louisiana. He sounded British...no, Australian. The easiest way to a girl's heart was with an accent, and Australian was at the top of my list every time.

At first I didn't even realize he was talking to me until I noticed his eyes were staring at me. My cheeks heated up as I eyed him out the corner of my eye once again. He was looking at me with pure interest, and I just about lost it. Those eyes were mesmerizing. I just felt like taking him out back and jumping him.

I was really losing it!

"Are you alright miss?" His accent was thick.

"Oh...Oh I'm just fine!" I let my dark hair fall into my face as I looked over at Chow for help. He however, wasn't behind the bar anymore, probably changing shifts with Pam. Pam got a bit too rude when she had to spend too much time with idiotic humans at the front door. Shit, I war son my own for this one. "I should ah, get going."

"Don't let me be the reason for your departure." He was off of his seat and in front of me as I slid off of my stool.

I was forced to stare up at his gorgeous face, and I just about fainted. Whoever made this man a vampire was a genius. Forever being able to grace the human race with a face like that? Pure friggin genius!

"No no, I just...ah..." I bit my bottom lip, trying to think of a plausible excuse. I was never well versed around men. I never had much experience of talking to gorgeous creatures other than the tall blonde asshole I was forced to associate with. This vampire however, oh I would give anything to have one nice long night with him.

God what was wrong with me? I had just met this stranger and I already wanted to get in his pants!

Stupid hormones!

"Jeffrey." The vampire offered his name. "May I have the pleasure of your name?"

"E-Ellie." I stuttered. Five letters, two syllables and I couldn't even say my own name!

"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He took my hand, bringing it up to the lips I wanted nothing more than to feel against mine. He placed a light cool kiss on the top of my hand, keeping it there for a moment longer than normal. His eyes closed as he sniffed in my scent, and that was when I knew that this gorgeous creature wouldn't want me just as a good fuck.

Oh no, he was going to want me as a late night snack.

My eyes widened when he gripped onto my hand. I winced as his own hand almost crushed the bones in mine as he pushed his nose against my wrist. I tried to tug my hand back, but it was no use. He had a vice like grip on my hand, and the only way he was going to let me go was when I was dead. I jumped when I heard the click of his fangs. He couldn't do this here. There were humans around, vampires. Chow and Pam were just crossing paths across the room, they would see. Someone would surely do something. This vampire couldn't think he could do this here, now.

Could he?

"Don't you just smell delicious." His accented voice no longer held any appeal. It sounded dark and evil. And I was afraid it was going to be the last voice I would ever hear.

My heart raced as I began pulling for my release, pushing at his chest to get away from him. But he kept me pinned against the bar as his fangs grazed across the bright blue vein in my wrist. Where the hell was someone when you needed them? No one seemed to be paying us any attention, even when I waved my arm around wildly. They did however, realize what was happening once the stranger's fangs pierced my wrist, causing me to scream loudly.

"Stop!" I shrieked, trying desperately to pull away from him.

With a single clink, every single vampire had their fangs out. I knew my blood was irresistible. I had been told time and time again that my blood was intoxicating. I would surely die in this club. If not by this vampire, than by the countless of others that were now suddenly interested in me.

"Please." I pleaded with the vampire sucking my blood hungrily. He held onto my arm so tightly that my skin was turning white.

I whimpered as the pain grew. I could already feel myself grow faint, my legs about to give out under me. But I never had a chance to pass out. The vampire that had been sucking my blood was torn off of me faster than anything I had ever seen before. I gulped as I pulled my arm tightly against myself, nursing it as I gazed around at the hungrily staring vampires. My bottom lip trembled as I sought to escape the confines of the club. When a hand flew out to mine, I let out another scream, only to have it muffled by a hand.

"It's only me child."

I calmed immediately as I stared into the blue green eyes of none other than Godric, the 2000 year old vampire. My body relaxed as I stared at him helplessly. He held my bleeding wrist in his hands, and I could even see the flicker of lust in his own eyes. But he did not once taste my blood; he didn't try and finish the job off. He instead rubbed his hand higher up on my arm, relaxing me further. I gazed over across the room where the vampire was pinned to a table, the fangs of a slicked back, blonde haired Viking baring down at him.

"She's mine." Eric Northman growled possessively.

I never thought I would be so glad to hear those two words being spoken before in my life.