A/N: Thanks so much to everyone who's reviewed/favourited/etc so far, I appreciate it so so much :) I was trying to make myeslf wait to post this because I'm still writing it and figuring out where it all fits, but I'm getting antsy so I'll just post it anyway hahaha. Let me know what you think, as ever, because I love hearing it and it makes me write faster! I've also just noticed that doesn't like my formatting, so I'm going to go and edit that in the first chapter.

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Skarlett didn't even leave it four days before she went back to Fangtasia, for one of their themed nights. Leather and lace parties were a particular favourite of hers. She'd chosen a lacy black and white dress in her favourite tank cut, and had knee high leather boots on. Her hair was a mass of curls, tumbling to the middle of her back.

Pam's eyes lilt up as Skarlett approached her, bypassing the line. "Well…if you're going to be around more often you can dress like that all the time."

"But of course." She winked. "Is Eric in tonight?"

"He's hiding out until a bit later, but he's here. I'd love to keep you company in the meantime." Pam purred. She looked back at the growing line of people for the club. "However I have to police the…vermin."

Skarlett giggled. "That's a shame. We'll catch up later." She promised. Pam waved her into the club amidst complaints from other girls in line and catcalls by men. She rolled her eyes and walked inside.

It was a mess of people and alcohol and sex.

Skarlett shut her eyes and smiled. This kind of chaos was amazing. Barely controlled or reigned in at all. She went to the bar and ordered a drink, downing it quickly. It felt like two seconds before the guy next to her offered to buy her another one. He wasn't thinking anything overly untoward so she accepted it and downed it just as quickly.

Feeling nicely buzzed, Skarlett turned and leaned her back on the bar, eyeing the dance floor. They'd had a few more of the sturdy metal poles installed for the theme night, and she eyed one contemplatively. It could be fun.

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Eric looked up at the door; it was early evening, just after sundown, and the club wasn't open yet. Pam looked positively gleeful and he wondered what kind of trouble was coming his way. "You have a…visitor."

Pam stepped aside and he saw Skarlett, wearing a tiny red skirt and a patterned tank top with some black ankle boots. He felt himself growing hard instantly as he remembered back to the week before and her shamelessly taking advantage of the additions to the décor. All the drunken human girls stumbling around had nothing on her, swinging and sliding and grinding.

"Skarlett…" He observed her over his folded fingers. "How nice to see you."

She folded herself into the same chair across from him that she'd sat in last time, crossing her long legs and giving him an enticing glimpse of inner thigh. "And you, as always Eric." She flashed him her usual mischievous smile. "How's things?"

"Fine, thank you…" His eyes flicked to the door. "Pam, leave."

With a huff the other vampire left, shutting the door behind her.

Skarlett giggled. "I like her."

"Me too, sometimes." He rolled his eyes and settled them back on her. "Is there something I can do for you?"

"There is actually…you know how you offered me a job? I wouldn't mind it. I just found this apartment not far away and it'd be convenient."

"We do need a new dancer." He said, eyes glinting in the dim light of the room as he thought about having her right in front of him most nights, dancing no less.

"Consider it done." She grinned and stood to leave.

Five minutes later Eric had her in his lap on the couch, riding his cock.

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Skarlett strutted into Fangtasia just after dark, glancing down admiringly at the sky-high heels she'd chosen to wear. Eric was contemplating the bar, and didn't turn as she walked down the employees hallway and into the bar area.

She narrowed her eyes and immediately sent out a tiny blast of light, watching as it curled from her fingers and hit him square on the behind. Eric yelped and she collapsed into giggles, leaning on the wall for support.

"That hurt!" She was too overwhelmed with laughter to reply, and Eric scowled at her. "Don't do that again."

Finally she managed to take a breath and speak, though she looked on the brink of laughter the whole time. "I'm sorry, I couldn't resist."

"What the hell was that?" He looked mildly outraged, and she got the feeling that if she had've been anyone else she wouldn't have a head anymore.

"Fae magic…it's supposed to be our defence, its like raw natural power or something like that. I don't know."

His scowl lightened a little but he still gave her a warning look. "Regardless. No more."

She gave him a mock salute, bending to stow her bag in the crate behind the bar for employees. Eric was treated to an utterly enthralling view of her round ass in tiny black shorts at the top of long, long legs.

In less than a second, he'd flitted over to her and pulled her upright with a large hand wrapped around her neck. In the shoes she was wearing they were only a few inches apart in height, so he put his mouth right next to her ear. He couldn't help but nip at the lobe, feeling her shudder beneath his hands. "That was a pretty bad thing to do." He said hotly, right into her ear.

Eric kept the hand around her neck, the tiniest of pressure. She seemed to enjoy it at any rate, he felt her push her ass back onto the outline of his hard cock in his jeans. The other hand splayed on her rib cage, a few fingers slipping just under the cropped top she wore. "Wasn't it?" He asked, more forcefully.

"Yes." She said softly, breathing getting heavier as his cool fingers moved on her warm skin.

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Eric barged into her apartment as soon as she shouted that the door was unlocked.

"What up...whoa, Eric, what's going on?" Skarlett half sat up from where she was lounging on the sofa with a book. He looked terrible.

"You shouldn't keep the door unlocked." He muttered, pacing in great strides around her monochrome kitchen, leather jacket rustling with his agitation.

She snorted out a laugh. "Cause I can't take care of myself? I'll be fine."

He didn't answer, no quip back or anything, so Skarlett sat up properly. "Eric what is it?"

"I have to go to Dallas." He said quietly, his usually icy cool voice ragged.

"Okay...And it's making you react like this why?" She asked calmly. He turned his back on her and leaned on the counter. Skarlett cocked her head to the side and started to stand up. "Eric...come on, what is it? I've never seen you like this."

"It's Godric." He said, whisper quiet.

"Your maker?" She guessed.

He nodded, and Skarlett walked over to her friend. They'd grown to care about each other deeply since they'd met. She pulled herself up on to the other counter, behind him. She kicked him gently, more of a nudge than anything. "Oi, talk to me fuckhead."

"I'm not in the mood Skar." He grumbled.

"No but you're in a mood. You wouldn't be here if you didn't want to do something about it. Whether that's talk or fuck then whatever, but-"

He rounded very suddenly and she raised her eyebrows. "Will you come?"

"I...what?"

"I could use your help. Your abilities."

"What, the ability to dance around a pole and carry a tune?" She said innocently, still trying to pull him out of his head.

"I can't joke about this Skar."

His face was as serious as she'd ever seen it. Skarlett extended one of her long legs and nudged his hip. Eric moved, though seemingly unwillingly, and she stretched her other leg out to wrap them around his hips and drag him close.

"I know." She whispered in his ear, snaking her pierced tongue out to trace the lobe. "Just relax a bit first, okay?"

She heard the unmistakable click of his fangs and allowed him to ravage her mouth. She knew what he needed from her right now.

In minutes she'd pushed off all his clothes and he'd slipped her skirt over her hips and pulled her tank top down, and he was fucking her on the countertop, their heights making it easy.

She could feel him holding back and groaned, partly in frustration and partly in pleasure. Skarlett dug her heel into his back, and bit the skin under his ear hard, nearly hard enough to draw blood. "Fuck me, Eric. Hard."

He growled and redoubled his efforts, thrusting into her hard, and she finally felt like she had his full attention.

Skarlett wrapped one arm tighter around Eric's neck, tossing her head back as she shut her eyes, whimpering every time he hit her cervix.

"Fuck. You're so tight Skar." Eric buried his face in her neck, nipping without breaking the skin.

"For fucks sakes Eric just do it."

He slowed momentarily in his thrusts, processing what she'd said. "Skar..."

She yanked on his hair, pulling his head back to look him in the eye. "Bite. Me."

He didn't need any more encouragement, sinking his fangs into her neck with a growl. "You..." Eric slipped a hand under her ass and lifted her easily of the counter, still inside her. He slammed them against the wall, pulling greedily at her blood. "Are entirely too bossy for your own good, Miss Renoir."

She came after a particularly vicious thrust and a bite to her chest. "Fuck!" She clung to him, but she knew he was nowhere near done. That was why they worked so well like this.

Eric manhandled her onto her massive bed, leaning over her like a predator, her blood staining his white teeth.

He lifted her legs onto his shoulders, nipping playfully at her ankle before impaling her on his cock again.