For the first time since he was turned, Eric had a sleepless night. He kept telling himself that it was because he was going to lose money, lose benefits, lose authority, but really it was because he was going to lose control over lafayette. He couldn't let that happen, he rather call it quits with Sookie than give up all rights to Lafayette. This "Jesus" had a lot of nerve. Lafayette had only known him for five minutes. Knowing Lafayette, this guy was going to turn out to be wrong for him. But then again, in Eric's pale blue eyes they always were. He had no other option. He have to go back to "talk" things over. See how Lafayette felt about this guy and try to manipulate him into seeng the truth. After ending a shift at fangtasia, Eric specifically made himself alert and went straight to Lafayette's. Driving the car he'd given him just to prove a point. He got there and lightly tapped on the door. Lafayette opened it with a scowl.

"Don't look at me like that. It ages you" Said Eric.

"Like you'd know"

"I know I can come in any time I please, but I thought I'd be polite"

"I don't-" Lafayette barely had time to say the words before Eric was in the house. Lafayette sighed. Taking Eric's blood was one of the worst mistakes of his life. Even though he needed it, giving blood was like giving a piece of yourself away and he knew Eric was going to use that to force him to become his little errand boy. Eric stood up while Lafayette sat down in an attempt to look more submissive. Eric figured that out and sat down to get to his level.

"I'm not here to chastise you"

"Good I'm not a fucking kid" Lafayette spat back.

"I brought your car back"

"It was never mine"

"Sure it is" Eric genuinely brought that car to try to gain Lafayette's attention, but all he got was suspicion and Lafayette using his car to cruise, and that pissed Eric off more than it should have. He had been short with Lafayette lately, but that was only to cover how annoyed he felt about Lafayette seeking attention and approval from someone else, when Eric knew he could get it right here. Lafayette just had to ask. Well he wouldn't now because "Jesus" if that was his real name, had dug his claws in before Eric could get his fangs in. Eric clasped his hands together and tried to control his temper. "Jesus not here?"

"Jesus is everywhere ain't he?" Lafayette joked.

"Very funny, it's a shame you didn't show more humour when you made...your choice"

"It's the right one, now get the fuck out of my house"

"Unless you're prepared to physically remove me by force, we have to talk"

"There ain't nothing to say"

"Lafayette when you were imprisioned, you saw the destruction I caused because someone broke the rules. He was a complete stranger compared to you. I know you think I'm lying, but I don't want to hurt you" Eric looked up at him, but knew that Lafayette wasn't going to take him seriously. It was ironic that Eric really did mean it, but it came out in his usual cold, uncaring, deadpan tone, even though Eric had feelings for him, he couldn't project it into his voice which was frustrating, but hey, he was dead, how did Lafayette think he was going to act? Lafayette sat back in the chair. Every ounce of this vamp scared him, he couldn't deny it and if Eric was making threats already, he'd have to have a plan B-Z, he could ask Sam for a few days off to hang out with Jesus, or drastically, he could move away, just until Eric had found another bitch to do his dirty work, and then him and Jesus could get back to how they were.

"You don't have the money to eat out, nevermind move, and Sam would never let you have time off, he still seething from the last "holiday" Eric reminded him. Lafayette knew that Eric wasn't a psychic, so his nerves must have given it away. Lafayette would have to bluff his way out of this one.

"Eric, find someone else"

"No. No-one else compares to you"

"Fuck you"

"Lafayette, I'm trying...Do you know how rare that is?" But Lafayette was blind to Eric's weak spot.

"If ya wanna kill me Eric, go for it, come on" Lafayette stood up and Eric stood up and walked closer to him, getting a cheap thrill from his own uncertainty. "If I was going to do that, I would have done it the second you disobeyed me" Lafayette wasn't in the mood to be seen as a lap dog and let him know it.

"Eric I'm so sick and tired of being under your fucking thumb, I work for you, I think about you, I even fucking dream about you"

"Really" Eric said, sitting back down, wanting to hear the reveal, wanting to hear that Lafayette felt the same way he did ever since he had held him captive, but he didn't get the response he wanted, or rather, needed. "Yeah, you kidnap me, torture me, feed off me, and then have the nerve to come over here and say that I owe you"

"I saved you, your wound..." Eric said quickly, but knew that novelty was starting to wear off.

"Yeah ya saved me to use me, I'm not gonna be used by you again, you think you own everything and everyone, well not me ya don't, you creep me out"

"But you're intrigued by me" Eric said.

"What can I say? So is most of Bon temps" Lafayette pointed out.

"Say that you won't betray me" Said Eric.

"Betray you? I can't even look at ya, all you've done is loosen your belt and tell me to bend over, locking me in a dungeon and having me for brunch ain't enough, ya hate me that much ya breaking ya back to fuck up my life" Lafayette walked to the door and Eric watched him.

"False, Lafayette I-"

"That is the last time you say my name you sadistic fuck, now get out of my house" Eric dropped the keys on the table and walked away, a little hurt and a little pissed, but most of all really, totally rejected. He went to fangtasia and to check on things and delibrately picked up a fellow vamp girl, just prove to himself that he could. As she laid on the sofa, he realised that he wasn't really attracted to her, he knew he should have talked to Pam about the lights. But he felt too low, and this girl was proof of it. He climbed over her and she obediently turned her neck to one side. Eric followed the rules, wishing it was Lafayette instead. Releasing his fangs and hearing her pathetic groans, which were way too over the top, he suddenly had an idea.