Okay dokay, so from now on its probably a BIG plus to have read the book, but if not I'll fill you in. warning – big spoilers as it plays along with some of the major happenings of the book, course it's my work of fanfiction but It's a story of another characters journey, a sub-story, somewhat.

Eric has formed a blood bond with Sookie to save her from having it with Andre, Sophie Anne's right hand man, as they want to keep Sookie loyal and for her to be able to respond whenever one of the Louisiana vamps require her. This happened the previous night after the trial, after my Eva left.

Eric Northman awoke and immediately felt Sookie's warm emotions surging through his body. He was so totally fixated with what she was feeling tonight, the night right after the bond. Somewhere in the hotel, Sookie was anxious and uncomfortable. Eric could feel it, her emotions ran alongside his. Many argued that vampires couldn't feel emotions, but there was something definitely. A spark not exactly life a humans, but definite feelings.

He changed his clothes quickly, tossing aside his crumpled shirt and pants. He looked in the mirror, staring at his high pale cheekbones and his perfectly blonde hair. The colour was so alike to Sookie's; it was almost an identical colour. Eric pictured her hair trailing through his as they'd lie together, then he pictured other things that would happen as they'd lie together. With a mischievous smile, he went to find his blood bonded beauty.

…

Eva sat in the lobby of the Pyramids of Giza hotel. She felt uncomfortable in her clothes, as she always seemed to here, but she wasn't in her server's uniform tonight. She wore black pants, and a purple silky blouse, that luxurious purple. She chose it because despite it being a simple high street blouse, the colour made it look much classier than it was – and classy was what this place demanded. Unfortunately, classy wasn't in her budget, but she was still proud of herself. She had her black work stilettos on, and her deep chestnut hair wasn't restricted by its normal bun. Instead it flowed freely past her shoulders in its little almost curly waves. Lastly, her makeup was slightly heavier tonight, and she'd adorned some small silver jewellery. She was very, very aware however, that she still looked like a poor pretty human girl. She screamed vulnerability, and no matter how fierce she looked or how straight and elegant she sat, she could not shake it.

The lobby was less packed tonight, nevertheless still teeming. The interstate vampires walked by each other with deliberate threatening stances. Eva wondered how they could be bothered being so damn territorial all the time. In her line of work she'd heard all the negotiations over drinks; she was vaguely familiar with the strict codes of conduct between vampire state, and vampire's individual areas.

Eric Northman was striding down the corridor, same as the previous night. However there were very different thoughts on his mind. He thought of Sophie Anne and her now powerful double state, and he thought of Bill Compton, how he'd finally won what he had lost and knew he still loved. He mostly thought of Sookie though, and he could feel her think of him. He could feel her mind and urges and lusts intertwined with his, and he could feel her presence getting nearer.

Why am I here, wondered Eva. She smoothed down her trousers and sighed. Just four hours prior she'd been sat on her sofa, in pyjamas, eating toast and staring past the telly at the pile of bills on the window sill. They had been mounting up for a while, and waitressing wasn't cutting it. She was considering getting a roommate or moving into a smaller place, but her flat was small enough as it was. It was in a nice area, which was what made it pricey, but she couldn't face moving further downtown. I sleep through my mornings, and work at night when lights would be on, so why is my electricity bill so damn high, she thought grimly. Rolling of the sofa and shuffling into the kitchen, she noticed Vincent's card on the worktop where she'd abandoned it last night. She toyed with it for a bit, flicking it with her fingers; they walked back through to the living room and threw it in the waste paper bin. Twenty minutes later after calculating her near debt, she fished it out again.

Eric marched through the lobby, but no fate or funny circumstances brought them face to face tonight. He breezed through, not noticing or smelling her with his mind so focused on another woman. While Eva was looking at her feet, bored and wondering when the unpunctual vampires would meet her. Eric entered the large hall where most vampires where socialising, and others had set up stalls. Within seconds he was by Sookie's side, running his fingers through hers and questioning her on the progress of her day.

"Miss Hunter?" a glassy voice inquired. Eva didn't jump this time, she was almost getting use to these people taking her by surprise.

"Yes, that's me." Her eyes met a new vampire as she looked upwards. He was incredibly attractive, she imagined Spanish originally as his skin, while still having that dusty quality, was somewhat coloured and his almond eyes we're more gentle than some of the others.

"I am Lucio." Definitely Spanish. "I work for Felipe de Castro and am here to talk to you tonight about his proposition."

"Do you know your name means light?" Eva said absentmindedly. He gave a short boyish chuckle, out of character of your typical vampire. Eva wondered if he was still young, turned recently. There seemed to be more gentleness and life in his eyes than the others, but maybe it was more about attitude or how much they fed rather than age. She wasn't that in the loop on vamps.

"No I did not, how do you know that?" he inquired, taking her hand and leading her towards the bar.

"I ended up watching a Spanish novella one afternoon, with subtitles of course, and a character, Lucio, was talking about his name. When you work in the night and sleep for the first half of the day, you find yourself watching crap daytime telly a lot. Not to say Spanish television is crap, just this particular show…"

Lucio gave another laugh, deeper and longer this time, as they walked through the bar and settled on stools.

"You are quite entertaining Miss Hunter."

"Please, Eva. I mean I'm sure familiar with your first name now…" Another deep rumble chuckle.

"Okay then, Eva. I could have casual banter here with you for a good portion of the night," There was a suggestive glint in his eye as he said this, more cheeky than anything. Cheeky being a quality rarely seen in a vampire. "However, I was sent here with instructions on making a deal with you. You have gained the attention of many of our kind recently."

"Many? I only count the one."

"Mr Northman? Yes well he may have been one of the more obviously attentive, but others have their eyes on you. You seem to capture a certain interest from us. I can't say why though."

"Wonderful." She may have been sarcastic, but somewhere inside she was vaguely flattered. Scared, but flattered.

"Well, whatever your take on it, its happening. We, the vampires of Nevada, would like you to join our entourage before others approach you."

"…Entourage? Good lord, you lot are like hyped Hollywood starlets."

Lucio's fangs shot out before she could finish her sentence.

"It is unwise to joke about our ways Eva."

She needed to not get ahead of herself, or she'll get her head bitten of faster than she could pray for mercy. Eva was learning this.

"I'm sorry…you're just all very…"

"Pompous?"

"No…" she said unconvincingly. Eva breathed a sigh of relief as his fangs retracted and he smiled gently.

"Our ways may seem rigid and over the top, but I assure you they are necessary. Now, despite your apparent clumsy tendency to overstep you're mark, will you consider joining the vampires of Nevada?"

"Which entails what?"

"You're more a model than anything, walking with us, being you're pretty self around us."

"Are you seriously hiring me just to taunt others?"

"You could put it that way, yes."

Eva sighed; this was the easiest job in the world. No. It may be the most dangerous job in the world, she corrected herself. These people we're like dogs marking their territory, and in this case, random girls. She honest to God though, couldn't figure out what had attracted them to her in the swarms Lucio implied they were. Stubborn idiots. She had the sense not to say this out loud this time though.

"No biting?"

"Not unless you wanted it." Lucio snapped his fangs out again in a leering smile. Eva shuddered.

"No thanks. Let's talk numbers."

…

"Goodbye," Eric said to Sookie. He felt a little incomplete as he walked away from her, but he had business to attend to. He smiled widely at Bill Compton, manning his stall near them. Bill gave him a cold hard grim expression, and Eric smiled wider. Then he sauntered away out the big hall, the rest of the night to spend on matters of business. For a moment he considered taking a trip the bar to see if his defiant little friend was working there tonight. She wasn't serving in the ballroom. Maybe she's in the kitchen, he wondered. He envisioned her tanned soft looking skin, the veins pumping beneath them…her hair gently grazing her neck…the nape of her neck. He bit his lip slightly at the thought, and then remembered the negotiations he needed to do tonight.

…

Eva shakily smiled as Lucio walked away. Had she really just made a deal with a vampire? Had she really just sold herself to a vampire state? Oh God, she thought beginning to hyperventilate, I wanted to just pay my bills and get by in life, now I'll probably be dragged around from state to state as the vampires did their business.

She had asked Lucio if she was required to sign any form of contract, but he'd just shaken his head and informed her he'd been taping the conversation. Verbal consent will do, he assured her, so that she couldn't go of crying that they forced you into playing their pretty face. She wondered who she'd cry too exactly, but that thought passed quickly. Her whole life had been uprooted within an hour. She was so stupid to agree to a deal they were very vague on for the security of the money they offered her. That wasn't the only reason; her growing interest in the pale race was becoming more obvious. But at that moment in time she scolded herself for being lured by the money.

Unsteadily rising from the bar stool she decided to pay Daniel a quick visit. She surely couldn't tell him what she'd just signed herself up for, but it would be nice to see him if she was hauled off the next day. Or rather night. She walked towards the kitchens, hoping he would be there, trying to control her breathing.

The kitchen was cool despite the number of bodies. Eva sauntered in forgetting she didn't work their anymore, therefore it being weird for her to enter the kitchen. She got a few looks but ignoring them, walked on. Daniel was there, talking to one of the head chefs. Why so many chefs we're required in a vampire hotel was a mystery to Eva.

"H…Hi."

"Eva? Didn't think I'd see you in these kitchens again." He didn't seem very surprised.

"I thought I'd say a quick hello."

"A quick Hello? You're at the hotel for something else?" He didn't seem like he was really asking her a question either.

"No, I came to meet someone. How are you?" Eva quickly asked, attempting to change the subject.

"Who?" Daniel demanded, ignoring her.

"I was having a…job interview."

"At a bar in a vampire hotel?"

Eva sighed.

"What are you getting yourself mixed up in? Are they threatening you?"

"No, nothing like that. Calm down, look..." How did he know I was necessarily in the bar? Eva suddenly speculated.

"Calm down? You quit here because you were 'at risk of getting tangled up with vampires', and today you're negotiating a job with them?"

"Did I say it was an interview with a vampire?" Eva almost choked with sudden laughter at her unintended pun, but bit her tongue in time.

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" Eva had lost track whether he was talking about vampires or had noticed her trying to laugh at her own bad joke.

"What? No…" she began to babble, before he roughly took her arm and led her to the back door.

"We're making a scene, we'll talk outside."

Looking up, Eva noticed her ex-co-workers watching the hushed bickering.

"Yesterday you we're telling me off for going out here," Eva snapped as he shoved her outside. The cold bit into her bare arms and she shivered.

"Well that was yesterday."

"You make no sense."

"You're a fine one to talk. You quit to move away from vamps, and then come back to move a leap and a bound nearer them. Your flirting with the wrong bunch, and I'll be damned if I let them seduce you into going from their pretty face too their smutty whore."

Eva gasped, his harsh words taking an effective blow. Though some of what he was saying hit home, she knew she was being flirtatious with danger, but the second part of his small speech was cruel and warm tears welled up in her eyes. Clamping on her quivering lip she slowly looked up at her angry friend. Instead of glaring at her, or looking remorseful for what he said, his gaze travelled straight over her head. The last thing she saw was him give a small quick nod before cold hands grabbed her viciously.

This was a more Eva orientated chapter, don't you think?

I'm think I may need to up the rating from a T to an M. I'm not sure yet, I don't want to, at the same time I wouldn't mind some steamy chapters. Nothing to full on, like the book, unless you really really want. I'm not sure; I like how you can experiment on fanfiction. Feedback please, I have so many planned directions for this.