Eric lay in an empty field, the night sky twinkling above him. There was no life to be seen for miles. No buildings, trees, people. Nothing. He was surrounded by emptiness. Suddenly, a small figure approached him. It seemed to have appeared out of thin air. As the figure got closer, Eric saw it was a boy. The white linens he wore flowed softly against the wind, making him look like an angel.

"What have you done?" Godric shouted at his childe.

"Who are you!" Eric called back. "Please, help me!"

The elder vampire shook his head in disapproval, a sadness showing in his face. With a soft glow surrounding him, Godric approached his childe. Kneeling down he placed a small hand against Eric's face, speaking to him softly.

"My childe, you have made a mistake."

Just as quickly as he spoke he started to walk away, fading into the distance.

"Wait!" Eric called out once more. "Who are you? What's happening to me?"

Eric felt himself falling again, everything disappearing around him with a fog. The young boy turned once more, his pale white face contrasting to the dark.

"You have lost yourself."

With a gasp, Eric sat up immediately. Grass, dirt, and trees surrounded him completely. Only a small portion of the night sky was visible above him. The scents of moss, rain and earth filled the air. In the distance, he could hear water moving quietly. A small insect landed on his shoulder, and in a quick movement he brushed it off immediately. The touch of bare skin surprised him. Why am I shirtless? He wondered. And where am I? A torn up shirt lay beside him. As he stood, he realized he wasn't wearing shoes either. What the hell happened?

Overwhelmed with confusion, Eric took a second glance at his surroundings. They were nothing he recognized. How did I get here? He thought. But, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember. His mind tried to recall the last place he had been before, but nothing came to mind. Inside, he began to panic. The only thing he could remember was darkness, and that strange young boy speaking to him. What did it mean? He felt strange inside. He felt…hungry. Sniffing the air quietly, his nose was consumed with the scents of nature. However, something else lingered. He smelt something sweet, though it seemed so far away. After a moment of consideration, he decided to follow it.

Running a hand through his blonde hair, Eric began to wander the woods. His feet wandered through the forest floor slowly, taking long quiet strides. He felt like running, but there was an uncertainty within him. He didn't recognize anything around him, so he figured it'd be best to be cautious at first. With excellent night vision, he dodged all leaves and branches easily. The smell began to grow stronger and stronger with each step. The smell was so good and sweet. Eric lost control. With increasing speed, he started running through the woods. He whizzed past the trees so fast, they were nothing but a blur to him. Suddenly, however, they stopped. He found himself in some sort of clearing. Sidewalks and benches caught his eye. He was in a park. Listening closely he heard cars in the distance, along with a single, beating heart. Using his ears to pinpoint the location of the thumping sound, he saw her.

Underneath a tree in the park, a young girl sat with pebbles in her hands. A human! He smiled, feeling grateful. Wherever he was, he wasn't alone. Maybe this girl knew who he was, or could help him in some way. Her eyes were fixed on the quiet river in front of her, occasionally tossing a pebble or two in the water. With her knees pulled up to her chest, she looked quite small to him. The view he had of her face wasn't as good as he wanted it to be, her long pale blonde hair hiding most of her features. Quietly, he took a step towards her. So sweet. He thought. He took another step closer. So good. Then another. I wonder if she will let me feed on her. Finally, he was standing right behind her.

"Hello." Eric said casually.

"Oh my God!" The girl gasped, dropping all of the pebbles to the ground. "You scared me."

"I'm sorry." He apologized, sitting down next to her. He could hear the sound of her heart beat, going a million miles a minute.

The girl looked at him nervously, wondering why a strange shirtless man would approach her in the night. Her mind kept telling her to run, but her body just wouldn't move. She was too afraid. The silence between them lingered for a moment. Eric took that small moment of silence to look over her features. Her eyes were an icy blue much like his own, piercing into him with every glance. They seemed doe-like, this human girl reminded him of Alice in Wonderland. She was small and young and innocent and smelled oh-so-sweet. Eric spoke again.

"Can you tell me where we are?" He asked.

"Uh…Shreveport…?" She answered, feeling confused.

"Do you know who I am?" Eric asked.

"Um…no. Should I?"

"I'm not sure." He answered, frowning. He leaned in close to her, touching her hair.

The girl recoiled back in fear and disgust.

"What are you doing?"

Eric's hand snapped away instantly.

"I…uh, I'm sorry. You're just very pretty and…can I feed from you?" He asked, the innocence coming through his voice. He knew he wanted her blood, but he wasn't sure how to ask. She scared him a little. Am I even supposed to ask? He wondered briefly.

"WHAT?" She shouted in shock. She stood up quickly and started backing away from him. "No! Get away from me!"

"Please!" Eric pleaded with her. "I-I'm sorry, I won't feed from you if you don't want me to!"

He began to trail behind her, continuing on. "I just…I need some help! I don't know where I am, I don't even know who I am!"

"HA!" She snorted, starting to run from him, though she knew it was probably hopeless. "You're full of crap!"

Suddenly, she was stopped in her tracks. The girl's eyes were met with the sight of Eric's toned abs. As her eyes trailed up his sculpted body, she was met with red tear-stained cheeks and pleading eyes.

"Please." He begged her. His voice began to falter. "All I know is my name is Eric and I am a vampire."

What was she going to do now? A tall, shirtless vampire man stood before her. There was no escaping him, she knew that. Obviously he could out run her. Was he going to kill her? Looking into his eyes, she really didn't think so. But why should she trust him? He wanted to feed from her, after all. If he was lying and this was some sort of game to him, she had no choice but to play along. She was cornered anyway. Feeling trapped, the girl spoke.

"What do you want from me?" She asked.

Eric sighed in relief. The human girl smelt wonderful, of course, but perhaps instead of feeding on her she could aide him in other ways.

"Tell me your name." He said, feeling hopeful.

"Rosalie Taylor." She answered, looking up at him. "You?"

"Eric…I think. I don't have a last name."

"Are you going to kill me, Eric?" Her voice was small.

"No, I don't think I would do something like that. I also promise I will not feed from you without your consent. Perhaps, though…" the vampire waved his hand at his surroundings, "perhaps you could tell me what this, this…Shreveport is like?"

"Hmm, so you really don't remember anything about yourself?"

"No." He said firmly, the honesty pushing through his voice.

Rosalie tapped a finger against her lips, her brows furrowing in thought. Eric smiled at the sight, her prior fears turning into curiosity.

"Vampire amnesia…" She pondered. "Is that even possible?"

"It must be. I have no clue how I got here, or where I came from. Anything."

"Well, Eric. Follow me." The small human walked on the dirt path ahead of him, turning to him a moment later. "But don't try anything funny."

The vampire followed Rosalie's slow human pace, strolling next to her quietly. He veered off for a brief moment, stopping riverside to wash the trails of blood from his cheeks.

"So, tell me Rosalie…" Eric began. "Why does a human such as yourself go to a park so late at night?"

Rosalie laughed softly, her eyes turning to the ground. "Haha. Hmm…" She blushed, shrugging. "I don't know, it's just a habit of mine."

"I see."

Eric's eyes wandered off ahead. The two were approaching a small parking lot, buildings and streets beyond them.

"Where are we going?" He asked curiously.

"Well, I'm not really sure, but I figured maybe I could give you a ride. Y'know, drive around the area here and see if something sparks your memory." She gave him a hopeful look.

"Good idea."

"Plus, we should probably get you some TrueBlood." Her eyes wandered his body. "And a shirt."

The two walked towards her old black Honda in silence. Rosalie slid into the front seat awkwardly, fiddling about in the car for her keys. Eric made her nervous. Not only was he a vampire that could tower over her, but he was also very beautiful. He had a long, slender body that was somehow built just perfectly. Not overly muscular but well defined. Rosalie found it hard to look him in the eye, as if meeting his gaze would allow him to see inside her completely, revealing all of her deepest secrets. Every time she fidgeted, she felt stupid. Eric never moved. He seemed like a statue to her. A cold, hard, very intriguing statue. She couldn't help but glance at him from time to time, though he frightened her a little. She hadn't encountered many vampires in Shreveport. In fact, she had never spoken to one before. Other than brief glances at a few she'd seen in public, she had never been in close proximity with such a creature.

After the engine turned, Rosalie pulled away from the park. She began to drive through the streets, rarely passing any humans or vampires. Aside from the occasional drunken pair leaving a bar, there was no sign of anyone anywhere. Due to the time of night most had likely gone home. The night was still quite dark, the only hints of light being street lamps placed along the roads. Rosalie circled around many stores, apartments, and houses, but no word from Eric. He simply looked out the window curiously, as if this was the first time he had ever seen the area.

"See anything familiar?" She asked.

"Hmm…" He said, frowning. "No."

Maybe he just isn't from here. She thought. But even if he wasn't from Shreveport, he'd come to the area for a reason. Continuing down the road, Rosalie passed a Grabbit Kwik, a gas station chain around the south. A young man was outside pumping gas, his drunken friend sitting passenger's side. Eric's nose twitched, looking the man over. Rosalie tried to speed past them, noting Eric's forehead and hands pressed against the window like a puppy dog excited about a car ride. He was getting hungry, and she needed to feed him fast. Otherwise, she didn't doubt that he'd try asking to feed from her again. Who knew if "No" would be enough to stop him. It wasn't long until a familiar blue building appeared in front of them. Rosalie pulled into the lot.

"Oooh!" Eric cooed, looking at the large building in front of him. "What's this place?"

Was he serious? She wondered. He couldn't be serious.

Rosalie gave the vampire a blank look.

"It's a Wal-Mart." She answered dryly.

"How exciting. I don't think I've ever been in one of these! Can we go inside?"

She couldn't help but laugh at the odd excitement in his eyes. Her giggles turned into even harder laughter, causing Eric to cock his head to the side and look at her curiously. Feeling his gaze she looked into her lap, her amusement becoming stifled by the blush forming on her cheeks.

"No, I'm going inside…but you'll have to wait here. Sorry," she apologized. She had to remind herself that upsetting or offending a vampire could result in dangerous consequences. "You're shirtless and shoeless, they won't let you in. What's your type?"

"My…type?" He asked, feeling confused again.

"Blood-type. I'm getting you some TrueBlood."

"Hmm…I don't think I've had TrueBlood before. Perhaps any kind will do."

"Okay." She answered, reaching for her purse in the back seat. She gave Eric another look. "Stay in the car, okay? Don't leave."

He nodded at her simply. "You have my word."

Rosalie entered the store hurriedly. Even though autumn had arrived, it was still a hot night. She didn't care if she looked sloppy in her denim shorts and old t-shirt, as she knew Wal-Mart was the last place for anyone to worry about appearances. As her converse padded against the store floor, her assumptions had been correct. The shopping center was practically empty, aside from a few people in their pajamas and other drunken college students running in to buy beer. Rosalie entered the grocery portion of the store. She wandered towards the back until she was met with the sight of bottled synthetic blood. Several black cases were stacked along the shelves, the opposite shelving unit housing refrigerated sets. Her eyes scanned the 4-packs. O Neg. A. B positive. AB Negative. O. A positive. B. There were several different types. What the hell does he want? After a moment of consideration, she gave up and reached for the closest case. With a case of O positive in tow, Rosalie headed for the check out counter.

Waiting in line, she noticed several people would hardly look at her. One man who stood ahead of her even left the line as soon as he saw she was buying the synthetic blood. She smirked. Idiots. Finally when it was her turn, she placed the case on the counter. The cashier gave her a good look-over.

"…Will that be all?"

"Yes."

And with that, she headed for the parking lot.

Author's Note:

-Just a little twist on TB's current season. I'm not always a fan of OC's, but I thought I'd put a little twist on amnesia Eric.