Once again, thank you EVERYONE so much for your lovely reviews and alert subscriptions. I seriously get so excited! You all are awesome and officially the best readers, ever! I just want to clear a few things up before we continue with the story…

There will be sexual tension, scenarios and cursing in this story; it is rated M ;) This story takes place I'd say during Season 1. You'll notice there will be bits and pieces from True Blood, but don't expect me to follow it exactly. I am really trying hard not to copy the story and create my own. Don't worry, I'll try to give the fantastic True Blood Vamp world justice! That is all for now :)

"You're quite brave for such a tiny thing. Though I was looking forward to feasting on him," Eric's structurally face gave off a small grin.

"Don't," I tried to bravely say behind stray tears, "talk about my brother like that."

Eric stood up from the front of his desk and walked behind it, calmly taking a seat in his leather chair as if we were old friends catching up.

"As your master, I will say and do as I please. Try to remember that," His voice was now deep and almost cold.

Every nerve in my body was stinging with anger and hatred for the man in front of me. His unkind, cruel, selfish personality made me absolutely disgusted. I didn't care if he was twice the size of me and extremely hazardous with his sharp fangs; he was ugly inside and out. Part of me began to regret my decision of agreeing to his trade off, but saving my brother was and would always be my top priority. He was the only person I've ever trusted and could count on. He never let me down like most of my family did. He was kind, considerate to all and smart – with the exception of him causing anger towards the vampire community. Reminding myself that I was doing the right thing was definitely going to be a morning ritual.

"Now Nora," Eric spoke as he was digging through files on his large desk, "I still have business to deal with. Pam will escort you to my manor and show you your room."

Looking to my right, I saw Pam re-enter the room and stand only a few inches away from me. Her arm was already gripping mine, gentle with a hint of forcefulness.

"Oh and don't," Eric said as I whipped my head back towards him, "think escaping. It would be very unwise and unforgivable."

I could see his face adjust to a tenser manner, his eyes darker than I remember and his tone ever more cold. It was like he was threatening with a promise of pain and regret if I dared to step foot outside his precious manor. I decided to keep my mouth shut, who knew what words I would have spat and what his already angry mood would have done to me.

"Let's go sugar." Pam whispered in my ear as she led me out of the beast's office and through Fangtasia.

-Stonem Residence-

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!"

Daniel paced around the living room, his hands on his head and every possible, painful emotion was on fire in his body. Daniel's school friend, Calvin, watched as his friend was slowly falling into a complete breakdown.

"How the hell could I let her do that? It's all my fault if she-"

"Daniel," Calvin interrupted, "You can't blame yourself. It's that crazy vampire; he is the one who forced this upon her."

Daniel shook his head, "No, If I didn't sell that vampire shit she wouldn't be his prisoner. I can't just leave her to him."

"How the hell are we going to steal her back from a vampire Daniel?

Daniel stopped pacing around the room and faced Calvin, "We'll find a way. I'll get Nora back."

"It's suicide!"

"Fuck it!" Daniel harshly responded, "I will not sit back and watch as she is that vampires slave."

Calvin rose from the couch and walked towards Daniel, trying to think of what he could say to calm his friend down.

"You've got to look at the bright side, if he wanted her dead she would be."

Daniel rolled his eyes; he didn't like to hear the word "dead" when it came to talking about his sister. He pondered what Calvin said, Eric could have just killed Nora right there in his office if he really wanted to.

"Still," Daniel said, "He could sell her to another vampire or torture her. I know I would rather die than be forced to live with a vampire."

-Eric's Manor-

I cautiously followed behind Pam as we walked down the hallway of Eric's manor. The walls were filled with beautiful paintings or sculptures and everything looked neat and clean. The flooring was black marble with maroon's walls-which were probably his sick trade mark to the color of human blood. As much as I disliked Eric, I couldn't help but think of how beautiful his home truly was.

"Here is where you'll be staying," Palm spoke in her usual, relaxed tone.

As Pam slowly pushed the door opened, I calmly walked in to ensure I absorbed every aspect of my unfortunately new home. The walls where maroon too, but the flooring was a lush beige carpet that looked brand new. A queen sized bed with black silk sheets and a dark wooden frame was against the wall in the middle of the room. To my left laid drawers and a large mirror, while opposite was a closet, small bookshelf and something I didn't suspect-a window. Though, the dark black curtains that hung to the side where not a surprise. In the middle of the ceiling hung a beautiful small, crystal chandelier that dropped down so elegantly.

Damn it.

This room was absolutely so beautiful and simple, that it made being a prisoner seem almost luxurious.

I knew that feeling wouldn't last.

"If it was my brother, I would have let Eric taken a bite out of him," Pam mused as she moved towards me.

"I wasn't going to let that crazy man-"

"Eric," Pam interrupted, "you might want to be careful on how you address him. He likes to be respected you know."

I raised an eyebrow, "respected? Why should I respect such an egotistical, selfish vampire?"

"You want to live don't you?"

I nodded my head in response to Pam.

"Then trust me, don't piss him off. If you get to know him, you might find out that he does have a sense of humor."

"Oh like playing hide and go seek with his bait?" I asked sarcastically.

"Eric will be home soon," Pam interrupted my sightseeing, "He expects you to meet him down in the dining room in one hour."

"Delightful," I sarcastically and quietly responded.

Palm gave me a full smile, "Don't be late. He isn't keen on people who don't take his orders seriously."

Nodding my head, I watched as Pam gracefully exited out of the room, leaving me by myself in my new found home.

I dropped my purse next to the door and began to walk around, I wanted to explore the rest of the ancient house but I knew I'd either get lost or scolded like a small child. Settling on a book that was laid next to my nightstand, I gave a small laugh as I read the title, Interview with a Vampire. Quite ironic reading for a vampire, or maybe it was more of a comedic book to him. Nonetheless I wasn't too keen on reading it; I knew it would just frighten me more.

Glancing over at the mirror, I noticed that I looked rather worn out and exhausted from my previous episode of crying. Taking a closer look, I starred at the gift and curse that I was born with – my eye color. The doctor called it heterochromia, but the kids at school had a completely different and not so scientific name for me – Husky. Yeah, like the dog the people in Alaska yell "mush" too. The kids would even go far as to bark and howl whenever I walked by. My mother told me to embrace this rare breed, but part of me always hated my eyes. My left eye was a beautiful blue while my right eye was hazel; but this certainly didn't make me special. I wasn't immune to anything, I could transform into a husky nor could I see the future. Nope, I was just Nora Stonem – the girl that resembled that of a cuddly husky. Lucky, lucky me.

I move away from the boring sight of myself and made my way over to the comfortable and clean bed that was graced with silk sheets. It looked unbelievably inviting and I knew it must have been past my bed time with the way my body was feeling. I carefully laid down letting my hot body be comforted by the cold, smoothness of the silk. I was silently cursing myself as I more than enjoyed this luxury; surely it wasn't something he picked up at the local Wal-Mart.

My eyes began to grow heavy and before I could stop myself I let the weariness take over and I happily succumbed to the darkness that was now surrounding me. My breathing was beginning to catch up to its usual pattern and my body lay perfectly still. For a moment I forgot I was being held against my will by some blood thirsty man, as I soon felt myself slowly drift to sleep.

As if it was only minutes later, I could hear the door to my room slam open as if the new arrival was furious.