As she swung the door open, Addie became acutely aware that she was only sporting Jack's flannel. She groaned and lowered her head as Eric greeted her warmly.

"Well, Adeline, how nice it is to …see you." He flashed her that damned wink again. Addie forced a laugh and leaned against the doorframe as the vampire stood on her tiny porch, dwarfing everything around him.

"You too, Eric. Lucky girl I am. Twice in one night?" She returned his wink and ran a hand through her chaotic hair, smiling widely. He eyed her and nodded slowly. Buck suddenly rushed down the stairs, teeth bared. A low growl reverberated from her throat and with a leap, he charged Eric from the stairs.

Addie didn't have the time to scream when Eric bared his fangs and stopped the dog dead in his tracks. The snarl still sounded, but Buck was still. Addie gently rubbed behind his ear and pulled him closer.

"Mmm, Eric. This is buck. Would you like to come in?"

"Thank you, Adeline."

She wasn't stupid and she certainly wasn't entirely clueless to the rules of vampires. Eric needed to be invited into the house to even step foot inside. Thankfully, that invitation was not permanent. He smiled and something in her began to melt. He was devilishly handsome, and his self-confidence and cool demeanor had her considering some very bad things.

She led him to the small living room in the condo. It was decorated in shades of green and gold and held a sort of calm, quiet air. Eric seemed genuinely out of place in the modern room. He should have been surrounded by furs and stone, like a true Viking, with him sporting one of those gilded, horned helmets. Just the idea of it drew a small laugh from Addie.

"Ah, do you want some Tru Blood? I have AB positive…" Actually, it was rather old. Her mother's advice of always being ready for guests, always being hospitable, had tied over to vampires after they'd all come out of the coffin. So, after the great revelation, Addie had gone out and bought the Tru Blood. It had followed her from her home with Jack, to her mother's house, and finally to her new condo.

As she stepped into the kitchen, she realized she had yet to clean the mess the lovely Buck had left her. Cursing under her breath, she weaved her way in and out of the piles of food and slop. She pulled open the fridge and grabbed the bottle, pausing to wonder if she should heat it up. She decided against it and walked back to the living room to find buck curled up neck to Eric, his head in the vampires lap. She couldn't help but laugh… The dog around him like that really made him look like a Viking, if you managed to look past the leather jacket.

Eric turned his attention to the human, regarding her intensely. She wasn't unattractive. Quite the opposite, she had the body of a woman, curved in all the right places. Watching the way she carried her self, she obviously possessed lean muscle, and a sure standing. She wasn't outstanding, no. She was pretty, or would be, without that jarring scar. With that though, Eric's eyes flashed low, able to see the tale end of the scar just under the flannel.

Addie hated the sensation of being seized up, but knew the vampire had the control in this situation. Instead of fighting it, she stood in the doorway, squirming under the scrutiny of his gaze. He met her eyes with a wink, causing pink to spread across her face lightly. He decided he liked the way she looked when she blushed.

"You've raised a good dog." Addie beamed.

"No, he's far from good. You should see the kitchen. He's a brat, but I love him." She crossed the room and handed him the Tru Blood, which he took with some trepidation. Opening it, he sniffed and didn't manage to cover the grimace on his face. He nodded to her and placed the bottle on the table.

"How old he is?" Addie eased into the armchair across from him, glancing lovingly at her pup.

"Almost five, I think. Jack and I got him when we moved in together. When I," She paused, swallowing loudly. Why did Jack keep coming up? "Ah, moved out, Jack practically threw him out with me. Ah, it's funny. I haven't really talked about him in over a year and here he keeps coming up." The words 'bad omen' fluttered ominously through her head.

"Is he the reason for the scar?" She was almost shocked. Almost. But, in the short amount of time she'd spent with vampires, she realized that they lacked the whole notion of tact.

"Mmm. Wouldn't you like to know?" She smiled widely. To avoid the topic at hand, she shifted the conversation to a focus on him. "Why did you really save me?"

"There were no other motives. To have a human die on my land, at the hand of a vampire, would be…unfortunate for me in the eyes of the king." And Eric knew the king would take any opportunity to get him out of the way. "But that scar…"

Addie barely suppressed a groan. She was not going to win with him, and she had known it from the beginning. So that was that.

"I got it when I was younger. A lot younger. My house collapsed during a freak storm. My father and little brother died, and I got my hip crushed, along with a few ribs and my cheekbone. The whole left side of my aches something fierce during rainstorms. They, the doctors, said a beam collapsed on me. I was lucky to make it out alive. I don't remember it though… I don't even remember any of that night." She lowered her head and watched her hands. She didn't like to talk about her family, her father and brother. It still stung, and the hole they had left in her heart ached.

Eric watched her, the ultimate of cool and composed. She had no idea that it was a werewolf claw that had left that mark. He inhaled deeply, taking in that mixture of sweet summer that permeated off of this human. Mixed in was the tinge of supernatural left in the scar, but that was the extent of it. Barring that disfigurement, there was nothing but human in her. It did intrigue him that she couldn't be glamoured. But he knew the rules of weres, he had them in his string of diligent henchmen. Were's were born, not created. It couldn't be passed on through anything but genes. Maybe he needed a were to see her…

He smiled softly, and watched her eyes light up.

"I'm sorry." She nodded but didn't look up from her hands. The dog snuggled closer to Eric's leg, and something in him ran nostalgic. Addie interrupted his revelry.

"Eric, I'm sorry if I caused you any grief." She stopped and glanced up at him, worry evident in her features. Before she could get any more out, he was right in her face, a finger delicately tracing the scar on her face. It trailed low, to her jaw, and Addie clamped her eyes shut, her breathing shallow. With all her self-control, she tried not to react. The heat swelled in her body. She tried to blame it on the blood, on his blood, in her veins, but she couldn't. He was tall, built, and beyond handsome. She was practically drooling when she felt his finger retract from her body. He was still mighty close to her, and she felt a certain coolness resound from him, but she refused to open her eyes. Find her voice –finally- she managed to speak. "But, I have the lunch shift at work tomorrow, and I need a good nights rest. It's been a while." Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes slowly. He was still perched in front of her, his eyes shining brightly. She nearly melted into the chair; it was all she could do to not kiss him right there.

"Alright Addie." He leaned in and kissed her hard and fast and then he was gone. She just sat there in shock, the blood pounding through her veins.

Eric's hunch had been right. She tasted just as sugary and summery as she smelled. He could see the affect he had on her and knew it wouldn't be long until he had a taste of her.

Before getting into bed, Addie had found the will to clean the kitchen. As she worked, she cursed under her breath. The damn dog, the damn vampire, the damn scar, the damn ex. She could hear her pup snoring in the living room. Nearly an hour passed before she had the kitchen entirely cleaned, every crevice was free of specs and crumbs. She gently awakened Buck, who followed her up to her room. She crashed back into her bed and curled on her side. Buck joined her and resumed his leisurely nap. The tears flowed slowly, and gently lulled her to sleep.

The slick click of fangs resounded hotly in her ear. Instead of fear, it stirred a deep need inside her. After a quick pain, immense pleasure flooded every fiber of her being. She opened her eyes, but all she could see was stars. She smiled and blinked them away, watching him as he pulled back and licked the blood from his lips and fangs. He smiled at her and leaned forward, trailing kisses from her jaw, down her body. The kisses fell along her scar, following it down her chest, her stomach, to her thighs. His hands held her hips in place as he gently licked, nipped and suckled at her thighs.

The fire he had set within her swelled and consumed her entirely. She felt a second pinch and his fangs were sung deep in her inner thigh. It was almost too much. Almost, but his fingers dug into her hips, keeping her rooted to the earth. Just as suddenly as the sensation had overwhelmed her, it stopped. She moaned softly and smiled at the chuckle that shook the bed. His hands traced their way back up to her head, lacing through her hair. She moaned into their chaste kiss and arched her hips to him, panting with need. He laughed softly again, a sound that only seemed to increase the need behind her ministrations. Her moans amplified tenfold as she felt him press against her. With one swift thrust, he filled her and…

Addie rolled over and watched the sun hanging low in the sky. It couldn't even be five o'clock yet. She groaned and buried her head in the pillows. Buck glanced over and watched his owned kick her arms and legs wildly, her screaming hushed by the pillows. She rolled back over and sighed.

"If that's what I've got in store for every night…well fuck."