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Shreveport, Louisiana. The place I was born, died and reborn again as vampire. I never thought I would step foot in this place ever again, yet here I am once more, stood in front of the red neon lights that I used to call home. Fangtasia.

It's been a year since I left, a year since I've been working for the magister, a year since my maker released me. A year I have been without Eric. Time has no meaning for a vampire, 10 years, 30 years, it's all the same but this past year has been the longest of my life. I craved release back then, I wanted to be my own person, duty bound to no-one, it never once occurred to me that I would miss Eric's call, but I had made my choice and I must stand by it. A vampire will never accept defeat or mistake and I will never let Eric know that I was wrong. He told me that he knew that he hadn't seen the last of me and that I would return to him and beg his forgiveness. Now, as I stand in front of Fangtasia, I know what I must do, I must be cold, distant, unfeeling. I must be vampire. I walk past the crowd of humans to the front of the queue.

"Well, well, well….look what the cat dragged in."

I can't help but smile at the sound of Pam's voice. My somewhat sister. I have missed her.

"Pam…..it's good to see you."

The sides of her mouth turn up in an uncharacteristic smile.

"I see you have finally come to your senses and returned to us."

I shake my head firmly.

"This isn't a social call Pam, I'm here on behalf of the magister. I must speak with Eric at once."

"And what makes you think he will even remotely entertain the thought of speaking with you after your insubordinate behaviour?"

"Pam, I don't need to remind you that a vampire was killed in Fangtasia by the hand of one of its own kind. As Sheriff of Area 5, Eric is duty bound to surrender Bill Compton to me and to be present at the hearing where the magister will decide appropriate punishment."

Pam gives me her patented look of irritation.

"Bill Compton left us short a bartender. Longshadow may have been a thief but he certainly knew his way round the bar. Do you know how hard it is to get good staff these days?"

I can't help but let out a chuckle.

"You never change do you Pam?"

"Not if I can help it."

She looks over her shoulder into the club.

"He's in his usual spot. I wouldn't expect much of a welcome. He did not take your departure well."

I thank Pam and lean forward to kiss her on the cheek before moving past her and making my way into the bar and into the crowd and pulsing music. I immediately spot Eric sat on his throne surrounded by fascinated humans and groupie vampires. Just another normal night at the office for Eric Northman. He looks bored. Adoration can be a tedious thing, especially to someone as old he is.

I hand on my arm takes my attention away from Eric. A human man in his twenties. He reeks of desperation.

"Hey baby, do yourself a favour and forget about the Viking over there, you should come here and keep me company."

I roll my eyes and remove his hand from my arm. Humans. They can be so irritating.

"I don't think so honey."

"Come on baby, don't be that way, I bet you and me could have a real good time, if you catch my drift."

Before I could even open my mouth to answer, my admirer had been dragged and pinned to the wall by an extremely angry, blond vampire.

"I do believe the answer was no." Eric squeezed the mans neck. "Do you still wish to ask her again?"

The man furiously shook his head.

"I didn't think so." Eric's fangs came down with a click. "Now leave before I drain you."

Eric released his hold on the man who then landed in a heap on the floor before picking himself up and running out of bar as quickly as his human legs could carry him.

Eric watched the man leave and then slowly turned to me.

"Emma…I've been waiting for you."