He was resting, that much she was sure. She got up weakly, making her way to the door. She pushed it open with all of her strength, feeling the blood draining from her body. Why did she keep coming back? Why did she let him do this to her? He never glamoured her, he made her think that she deserved this.

Falling into the hallway, she heard the door close behind her and she shivered at the coldness of the hallway. The A.C. was blowing cold air on her soaked nightgown. She staggered down the hallway, knowing that she would pass out soon. Turning the corner, she hit her knees, her sight going dark. Lifting her fading eyes, she met an icy blue gaze. Seeing the bloody tears on his face, she frowned. Reaching to him, she spoke one word before passing out.

"Help..."

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Godric was dead, this much he knew. His maker, his one reason for existing, was gone. That thought made a new path of bloody tears. He had come to Dallas to save his maker, not to watch him die. Turning the corner to his room, he was met with the smell of blood. A lot of blood. Lifting his eyes, he saw an extremely wounded woman, covered in her own blood. She hit her knees and looked at him, begging him once for help before passing out.

Eric Northman was not the kind to help someone without something to gain, but looking down at this frail woman, something tugged at his dead heart. Leaning down, he picked her up and took her into his room, shutting it and locking it behind him. The sun was up and he had to rest, but not before he healed her.

Stripping her of her soiled nightgown, he lay her on his bed and fed her some of his blood. She was still passed out but her wounds were healed. Even as a blood thirsty vampire, he was shocked at how she was hurt. Bite wounds and claw marks over most of her body. It was even in her hair.

Shaking those thoughts away, he wrote her a quick note, should she wake while he was resting. His good deed done, he lay beside her and let darkness take him over.

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She had no idea what time it was when she jerked awake. The room she was in was dark save for a light coming from the bathroom. Looking around, she saw the same vampire she'd seen in the hall. She then noticed that she was naked. Fear filling her, she threw herself off of the bed, looking down at herself. Her skin was still stained with blood, but she was healed!

Turning her wide, shocked eyes to the resting vampire, she noticed the paper on the bedside table. 'I'm not sure what trouble you in but I decided to help you. Do not worry, you are untouched by me. You may shower and leave if you wish, however, if you choose to stay, I will require an explaination. E.N.'

Blinking, she turned her gaze from the paper to him once again. He saved her? But why? Feeling greatful, she made her way into the bathroom and began to bathe. It took forever until the water washed clean but finally she felt somewhat human again. Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw no scars, and for that she was grateful.

Biting her lip, she returned to his room. She had nothing to wear and there was no way she was going back to that room. Moving to his drawers, she took out a black button down shirt and a pair of his boxers. Dressing, she grimaced, looking at her side of the bed. It was soaked with blood. Shaking her head, she made her way to the phone, and the menu beside it. She was starving.

Glancing back, worry in her eyes, she wondered if she should order something? She didn't want him to be angry and she could always pay him back. Shrugging, she dialed the phone and ordered for two breakfasts. They were both for herself but she couldn't bring herself to care. HE hadn't let her eat the past few days.

Shaking her head of the thoughts, she pushed him from her mind. It wasn't long before the food came and she devoured all of it quickly. Afterward she felt like a glutton but she needed it. Not feeling confident enough to leave the room, she made her way to his king size bed. There was plenty of room on his side to sleep on.

Climbing into the sheets, she closed her eyes and clung to him. Sure he was a vampire, but he had saved her and not killed her. She might be stupid but she felt safe with him. It wasn't long before she drifted off once again.

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Before Eric woke, he felt a warmth beside him. He wracked his brain to remember and memories of the night before appeared. He opened his eyes and turned to look at her. She was on the wrong side, and dressed in his clothes. 'So she decided to stay. Interesting.' She did look much better clean. Lifting his hand, he ran it through her soft curls.

This action caused her to stir. Her eye opened and widened when she saw him awake. Fear filled her and she stilled, swallowing. He shook his head, able to feel her emotions. "Do not fear me. I do not wish to feed from you." She blinked, the fear leaving her eyes and a curiousness taking its place. Sitting up, she moved so he could get up.

He stood, making his way to get dressed. "I w-want to say thank you for helping me. You could have just left me or fed until I died. I did order some food, I'm sorry. I was just so hungry, and I know that I'm wearing your clothes and that I probably shouldn't have stayed. I just didn't want to go back to that room, back to him. I thought I would be safer with you, but that's probably stupid..."

In a flash he was in front of her, his fingers on her lips. "You're rambling. Calm down." Taking a deep breath, she took his advice. "Now who were you trying to get away from? Who attacked you?" He watched calmly as she lowered her face, tears filling her eyes. "My boyfriend...or well, I guess you could call him my ex now. No way am I going back to him again." Eric nodded, understanding now. Some vampires saw their human loves as playthings, not caring what they did to them.

"I see. Do you have things in the room?" She looked up at him as she nodded. "Yes, but I can't go back there." Nodding again, he made his way to the door. "Come." She gasped and grabbed his arm. "W-wait! We can't just-" Eric turned his calm gaze to her, silencing her. "You said you had things inside the room, and you are leaving him, yes?" She nodded dumbly, not sure what else to do. "Then I will help you retrieve your items."

With that he opened the door and made his way down the hall. She had no choice but to follow. They stopped in front of her door and she winced at the sound of bellows and screams inside. It didn't phase Eric a bit. He just lifted his hand and knocked on the door. She whimpered, moving into his side as she heard his furious voice on the other side. "WHAT IS IT?!"

Eric took a deep, un-needed breath and looked at her. "Speak." Trembling, she spoke. "It's m-me." She spoke softly but she knew he would be able to hear. Hearing his dark chuckle before he opened the door almost caused her to faint. But he did open the door and he looked at Eric, unsure. "Who the fuck are you?!" He demanded.

Only then did Eric react. His fangs popped out and he grabbed the younger vampire by the throat, flying through the room and pinning him to the wall. The room smelled of stale blood; her blood. It covered almost everything and Eric could sense that this disgusting creature enjoyed every minute.

Turning his fury filled, ice blue eyes to her, he spoke. "Get your things." He spoke calmly but she could tell that he was angry. She rushed about, getting what things of hers that she could. It seemed that in his anger he had destroyed a lot of her clothes. She could hear him struggling against Eric's hold so she knew she had to be quick. When she had everything, she stepped back out into the hall. Eric turned to her once again. "His name?"

Blinking, she answered. "Damien." Eric turned to the younger vampire, squeezing his neck in a vice grip. "Listen to me, you filth. I have your scent memorized. If you come near her again, you will never see another day." Pulling him forward, he slammed him back into the wall, causing him to lose conciousness.

Dropping him to the floor, he turned and made his way to her. Her wide eyes followed him as he walked back down the hall. Glancing back at her ex, she hurried after him. Once back in his room, she found their bed already remade with clean sheets. Sighing, she placed her bag on the floor and sat back on the bed, watching him as he watched her. "Thanks for that. What is your name?" She asked.

Eric waved her off as he sat in a chair. "Eric Northman." Looking at her hands, she swallowed. "I'm Hayley Woods. It's nice to meet you, Eric." Tapping his fingers against his lips, he studied her. "What are your plans now, Hayley?" Looking back up to him, she shrugged. "I don't have any." Nodding slowly, he blinked long and slow, trying to understand why he helped her. He hoped she didn't ask, because he had no answer.

"I head back to where I come from tonight." He stated, watching her reaction. She swallowed again and closed her eyes. She felt fear; fear of him leaving. She didn't understand why, but she felt connected to him. "W-would...would it be alright if I c-came along?" Eric was silent for a moment; long enough for her to look at him, fear plain in her eyes. Before long, he nodded. "Yes, you may accompany me back."

Hayley felt relief rush through her. She wasn't sure what she was doing, or what would happen. However, in that moment, she didn't care. She just felt safe.