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I'd become lost in an unfamiliar; yet, satisfying kiss. It'd been so long since I'd been kissed. It's actually quite hard for me to pull away. As he pulls my hair slightly, and presses his body against me, it elicits an unexpected moan from my lips, causing me to blush. When the mysterious man...well, vampire, grabs one of my breasts; it jerks me out of my lustful haze. I push at his chest to put some distance between us, and he growls as I recoil from another kiss.

"Look, I get it, you vampires have certain needs, but I do not just jump into bed, nor do I kiss men that I've just met!" I exclaim.

Even if they are hot as hell...

Shut up! I'm supposed to 'not' give into this man, no matter how attractive he is.

I need to get myself under control.

"Funny, because I recall you moaning." He points out with a smug smile, and i blush and look away, shaking my head.

"Doesn't matter. I pushed you away, so get off your high horse." I scoff, crossing my arms.

"Look, Miss Stackhouse...," He starts, huskily.

"Sookie," I interrupt, still looking up at him with raised eyebrows.

"Sookie..." He begins again, and I smile appreciatively, "Allow me to introduce myself, it seems I've made the wrong first impression. "My name is Eric Northman, Sherrif of Area 5." He says proudly, and smugly, and I roll my eyes at his behavior.

"What's that supposed to mean? You're the top vampire around here?" I ask out of curiosity.

Now it seems that some vampires do have labels. I never would've guessed there were 'Vampire Sherriff's.' When you look at this perfect creature though, he reminds me of a Viking.

I cannot believe I'm getting myself mixed up with vampires. This could get me into a hell of a lot of trouble.

"Something like that," He nods, "I have a certain amount of control over the vampires in this area."

I don't know if I like, or dislike how comfortable I'm starting to feel around him. It makes me want to run out of here and avoid him.

"That's cool, I guess." I sigh, scanning around the room, 'Well I guess I should get going." I whisper, the silence of his office making the situation even more odd.

With a nod, he walks over to his desk and writes down something on a piece of paper, walking over to me; handing it over, I take it.

"Your number?" I ask, with raised eyebrows. Does he really want to see me again? Does he really want to continue talking to me? It didn't make a lot of sense to me, not one man would ever come around me, mostly because i was known as crazy. Even the ones that did come around were sick-minded and disgusted the hell out of me.

"Yes, I would love to see you again Sookie, very soon." He adds, looking over my body. It makes me want to smack him again, but I can't fight the blush that creeps over my skin.

I make a quick exit, hauling myself out the door. I don't even take a glimpse back and I push my way through the people clouding the entrance, and practically run to my car.

I sit in silence for a few minutes before sticking the piece of paper into my purse, and driving off.

When i finally get home, I am beyond exhausted. When I get inside, I head straight upstairs and get ready for bed. Laying there in the dark, I can't fight how excited I really feel. Part of me just wants to drive back to the club and talk to him all night.

It was a night I could get no sleep, not with Eric Northman filling my mind.