Things get a bit rated-M in this chapter. I know some of you have been waiting for it. Enjoy!

New Orleans, Louisiana December 26th, 1925

Florence was staring at herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She was wearing a mid-thigh length white flapper dress with gold embroidery. The embroidery was in an Art Deco style that had become popular in the past years. The dress was sleeveless, she was wearing elbow length silk white gloves to go with her white dress. She was also wearing gold shoes that had a slight heel, a rope length pearl necklace, with pearl earrings. Her waist length curly hair was in a low bun, and she wore a gold headband that had diamonds. To Florence, it looked more like a small necklace that she put on her head, but it was fashionable, even though she knew it was going to be a struggle to get out of her wild curly hair later on. She thought it would be worth the pain. Her make-up was simple, yet sexy. She wore a smokey eye, with a deep red color lipstick. That was all she needed and all she wanted.

As she stared into the mirror, she was amazed at how good she looked. She had always been intrigued by fashion, but she never had the money. With Alfric's help, she had been able to put together a wardrobe that even Joan Crawford would be proud of. The dress she was wearing was a three-month process, she had to find a dressmaker who would work with her. Even though it was the 1920's racism was still prevalent in America. No one believed she had the money, so Alfric came with her everywhere she went. Having him there helped slightly, they still had problems finding someone who would make the dress for her. When they finally did find someone, Alfric had to come to each dress fitting. The dress was expensive, Florence almost changed her mind when she heard the price. Alfric had sensed the hesitation and had listened to her thoughts, he paid as soon as he could. Florence was happy, even though she felt guilty.

Alfric had thought it was strange that she wanted to get a white dress, most people that enter the supernatural world stick to darker colors. It helps them to prey on humans at night, some vampires were not kind enough to ask permission and then glamour the memory of them away. Wearing dark clothing made them mysterious and more tempting to humans. Dark clothing wasn't attention-grabbing in the 1920's, most people could only afford darker material for clothing, it helped vampires not stand out in a crowd. Florence had to explain to Alfric that she wanted white because she wanted to stand out in the conference. She had been in hiding for five years while she got her powers under control, and she didn't want to be forgotten. Now that she was looking at herself in the mirror, she knew white was a perfect choice.

Florence had jokingly called the conference the debutante ball she never had. Alfric laughed at this, it was similar, he was introducing her into the world, and she was around the right age. Josephine also joined in on the fun, Josephine had come from an upper-class family from England. She had participated in a debutante ball when she had turned sixteen. It was a lot of fun, and this made her excited about getting Florence ready for hers. Josephine and Florence had a rocky start, but they were extremely close. Getting Florence prepared for her "debutante" ball had made them even closer, they both loved fashion and music. They spent many nights together going to Jazz bars and listening to music.

The sun had just set when Florence started getting ready, now it was almost time for the conference or as Florence liked to call it her debutante ball. Alfric had described the conference as more of a party, it was a time for the supernatural to get together, talk about politics, and just let off some steam. There would be Faerie, Weres, Werewolves, Vampires, Witches, and other supernaturals there. The conference was started over 500 years ago when Werewolves stopped being enslaved by Vampires, this allowed them to have an open discussion about how things were going in their communities. Then, before they knew it, other supernaturals wanted to be a part of the conference, and so they let them in. It was a night for everyone to just feel normal for once, away from humans. Though, Alfric said there might be some humans there, either as companions or as food for the Vampires. Alfric said it's hard to tell if a human is a companion or food because most Vampires fed off of their partners. Apparently, there are a lot of vampire/human relationships, though most are kept secret and usually end with that human being turned into a vampire.

Florence was getting nervous, she had never really met a vampire before. She knew Josephine and a few vampires that would stop by every now and again. Alfric kept her segregated from the vampire world because she needed to control her telepathic powers. Florence told Alfric a story about a Crusnik that his older brother had created, but didn't teach her how to manage her abilities. She went mad and hasn't been seen in over a hundred years. Being able to listen to everyone's thoughts without being able to block them out drove her to insanity. Alfric was determined to not let that happen again, so even if he doesn't create the Crusnik, he asked the vampire community to send them to him. Though, Crusniks are not that common. The Fae have stopped coming to the human realm that often, and so the chances of turning a half human half fae into a Crusniks were slim.

The more Florence thought, the more her mental walls came down. She had gotten extremely good at blocking everyone out, to the point where she didn't have to think hard to keep them out. However, when she got nervous, those walls fell. It didn't matter most of the time, but Alfric was home, he could hear all her worries. Alfric was sitting on the couch, with Josephine waiting for Florence to get ready. He couldn't help but smile, she was overthinking it, just like she always did.

Alfric had fallen very much in love with Florence, even in the just the five years she had been part of his life. He knew that when you brought someone into the world, that most people feel a bond that can't be explained. This was true for the three vampires he had created, Josephine being one of them. There was this deep bond that no one can explain, he could feel their emotions, and he loved them very much. However, that wasn't the case with the Crusniks he brought into this world. They usually did not share a bond, once they learned how to control their telepathic powers they usually left Alfric to pursue their own lives. While he didn't mind it, he felt as though he had failed those who had gone right away. He didn't share that deep bond that he shared with the vampires he brought into the world, but Florence was different. She was very different, they were like soulmates in a way. They had become intimate after a couple months. Which surprised him, he had never been so sexually drawn to one of his prodigies before. At least not that fast, the last time he had been was with Josephine, and that was only because they had been dating before he had turned her.

The first time Florence and Alfric became one was when they were in the countryside, he had brought her there to teach her how to build her walls. It was easier to do when there weren't so many people around, the countryside was the perfect place. Alfric owned a large ranch in upstate New York, he had people who tended to his livestock while he was away. They stayed in a smaller house, while he had a larger house built for himself. It was his retreat, a place to get away from it all, and it was also the perfect place for Florence to learn how to control her abilities.

Josephine had expressed her worry about Alfric and Florence being alone together. He told her that even if he did have sex with Florence, Florence would not want to be with him like he was with Josephine. Josephine had been with other men after she had turned, but she always came back to Alfric. He assured Josephine that she would forever be his one and only love, that if he did have sex with Florence, it would just be for fun and nothing more.

Alfric wasn't sure how much of what he told Josephine was a lie or not. He felt a deep connection with Florence, more profound than his with Josephine. He loved Josephine with every fiber of his being, but Florence was something different. He would never leave Josephine for Florence, but he didn't quite understand his feelings for her.

The night Florence and Alfric had taken that final step was an interesting one. They had been up all day, Florence was finally getting the hang of putting her walls up. Alfric couldn't even hear what she was thinking, it had been a successful day, but a tiring one. After the lesson had ended for that day. Florence threw herself facedown on the couch. She was wearing a knee length blue cotton dress.

"I'm exhausted, Alfric. This is so hard. Is it always this hard for everyone?"

After a slight laugh, Alfric said. "Yes, I'm afraid so." Alfric walked to the couch and saw Florence laying on the couch. When she threw herself on the sofa, her dress rose up and exposed her perfect ass. Alfric couldn't help but smirk.

"HEY! I heard that!" Florence quickly covered her bum up and laughed. She sat up with slightly red cheeks and a huge smile. She had a flirtatious glint in her eye. Florence looked Alfric directly in the eye, bit her lip, and said. "You really are a dirty old man, I'm going to go take a bath now." With that, she headed to the bathroom and started running her bath.

Alfric couldn't help but laugh at himself. It had been a long time since he had such a dirty thought pop into his mind but with Florence, it was an almost daily occurrence. Florence was perfect, and after all, he was just a man. Florence had started to call him a dirty old man, after only a week of being with him. His thoughts would pop into his mind before he could put up his walls. At first she was timid about it, but lately, she had become more open to them. Teasing him whenever he thought something like that. She was always thinking about how handsome he was whenever he said something like that. Florence always admired his striking blue and wondered how his hands would feel around her waist.

She had never been sexually involved with someone, the night she was murdered and raped was the first time another person had seen her naked. Alfric had wanted to ask her about how she felt about the situation, but he didn't want to bring up bad memories when she would come to him when she was ready. Every time Alfric got caught with his dirty thoughts, Florence would call him a dirty man and giggle. She liked the attention, and it made her feel great. He didn't want to pry into her thoughts, he thought it was rude. Though there were a few nights when she thought Alfric was asleep where she would fantasize about them and masturbate. Alfric couldn't help but be nosey about those thoughts.

"Hey, dirty old man, come here," Florence said from the bathroom.

Alfric realized he had been caught, he had let his walls down on accident and Florence had probably heard him. He got up and walked to the bathroom.

"Yes, Florence?"

When he opened the door, he saw Florence naked in the large clawfoot bathtub. The bathwater was steaming, and she hadn't put any soap in the water, so it was crystal clear. He could see everything. She had a mischievous smirk on her face and a slight blush on her cheeks. She was one of the only Crusniks he knew to still be able to blush.

"Do you want to take a bath with me?"

She tilted her head to the side and bit her lip. Unsure of what he would say. She was playing confident, but she was actually incredibly nervous. She had heard his thoughts, he knew she was sexually attracted to her. Florence wanted to take the next step, she always heard Josephine and him when they had sex. It sounded fun, and she wanted to try it.

Alfric was taken back by her request, but he started to unbutton his shirt. He was unsure of what to say, but finally, he said yes. As he was undressing, she was watching his every move. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the ground. Alfric was muscular but not overly so. He reached for his pants and undid them slowly, he could hear every thought racing through Florence's head, they were all about him. She couldn't believe how good he looked naked, she had never seen a man as attractive as him without a shirt on. He smirked, and let his pants fall to the floor. He walked out of them, and to the bathtub. Florence had drawn her legs up to her chest so Alfric could have room to get into the bath. Alfric stood in the tub, then he lowered himself onto his knees, he grabbed Florence's legs and pulled them over his hips. Her legs were now opened to him, and he moved closer, putting his legs underneath her perfect ass. He did this in a such a fast movement that Florence gasped. She could feel his member hard against her.

"You certainly are direct, old man." Florence's cheeks were now bright red, and she had covered her chest. Her fake confidence was gone, and it was replaced with slight insecurity.

"My dear, you were the one that invited me in the bathtub with you. If we were going to bathe together, we need to be close."

Alfric was smirking, she had been so confident, and now she had turned into a puddle of insecurity. He grabbed her wrists and put her arms around his neck. They moved even closer together.

"You shouldn't hide those, they are perfect."

Florence realized he meant her breasts and she blushed even harder. She turned her head away from him and said: "I'm supposed to be the seductive, confident one, and now I'm just embarrassed."

Alfric laughed, grabbed her chin, and turned her face to his. He closed the remaining space between him and kissed her deeply. They stayed like this for awhile, Florence started to breathe heavy, she was getting more aroused and wasn't sure how much longer she could take it. Alfric broke the kiss and smiled at her. "Florence, you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever met. You ooze seductiveness without even trying, you just need to be yourself. Even though your act was pretty cute."

Before Florence could protest, Alfric put his hand between them and started teasing Florence. She jumped, she had never been touched there by anyone but herself, it felt so different when someone else did it. Her breathing became heavy, she leaned into him and put her head on his shoulder. She came all over his fingers and moaned out his name. Alfric couldn't take it anymore at this point, he lined his painfully hard member to her entrance and slowly guided himself in. Florence cried out in pain, but after a few minutes started crying out in pleasure.

They had been in a missionary position, but Florence leaned forward and started to ride Alfric. Both of them coming undone at this. Florence came, and Alfric followed, pumping into her a few times before he stopped. Florence's face was red and full of lust.

"Wow." Was all she could say before Alfric kissed her and carried her to the bedroom, where they spent the whole night fucking so that Florence could explore their sexuality.

Alfric smiled at this memory of their first night together, there have been many more nights like this, some even including Josephine. She also had a hot and steamy day with Cyrus if he wasn't mistaken. Now he was going to introduce her to the rest of the vampire world, where she will more than likely have many more amazing nights with some lucky men and women. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, but he knew she wasn't his and that she needed to explore who she was. It just hurt to know she was moving on. The night would be bittersweet for him, he was ready for it.

Florence was still in her room when she heard Alfric's thoughts. He was thinking about their first night together. She couldn't help but smile, it was a fun night. Hopefully, tonight will be a fun night as well. Josephine had told her all about the handsome older vampires and how they were pretty decent in bed. She had explored her sexuality before settling down with Alfric. Florence grabbed her purse and headed downstairs. It was time to go to this conference, and she was ready.

When Florence got to the bottom of the stairs, she saw Cyrus. He had been waiting for her. He had on a black suit, his hair was tied back, and he was looking as handsome as ever. Cyrus saw Florence, and his mind went blank. She looked more beautiful than ever. Florence laughed at the sudden blank mind who was standing in front of her. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and said. "Thank you for the compliment." Then she walked into the living room to see Alfric sitting on the couch with Josephine laying on him.

Alfric saw Florence and stood up, "You look amazing. You'll definitely be the talk of the party tonight." He extended his hand and brought her in for a hug. After a minute, he pulled back and looked into her emerald green eyes, she was so perfect to him. Josephine pulled Florence to her and gave her a hug as well. They were both so happy, and proud of her. Alfric grabbed Josephine's hand and then Florence's. "Let's get going, we have people to meet!" With that, they all walked outside, Alfric helped Josephine into the front seat, then helped Florence get into the backseat. He turned to the house where he saw Cyrus standing in the doorway.

"Are you sure you do not want to come with us?" Alfric asked Cyrus.

"No, it's okay. My friends will be here to pick me up soon, I'll see you there." Cyrus waved and went back into the house.

Alfric's home in New Orleans was in the typical French style and was a 15-minute drive to the conference which was located in a mansion in the French Quarter. While they officially call it a conference, it's more like a party. Any political business usually took place on the last day, and only lasted three hours at most. Today was the first day of the conference, which means it is just a full-blown party. Alfric started throwing them when it became illegal to have Werewolf slaves, it made the transition a little better, though there were still some race issues within the supernatural world. Alfric usually planned these events, but because he had been teaching Florence how to control her powers, he did not have the time. His eldest brother Friduric was the one who planned it this year. Alfric was curious to see if the party would be as fun as his own.

On the drive to the party location, Florence started getting nervous again. Would she fit in? Would people want to talk to her? Would she be able to find someone to share a magical night together? Her mind was racing.

"You'll do just fine my dear. Don't worry, everyone will love you." Alfric assured her.

When they arrived at the mansion, a valet came and took Alfrics car. Josephine decided to go on ahead so that Alfric and Florence could walk in together. They would be announcing their arrival, after all, Florence was the special guest tonight. Alfric offered his arm to Florence, she took it and walked into the mansion together. As they walked into the lobby, a man who looked similar to Alfric, but with brown eyes came up to them.

"Little brother, it's so good to see you." He wrapped Alfric in a hug.

"It's good to see you too, Friduric. This lovely woman is Florence, my new prodigy, and Crusnik." Alfric broke from the hug and presented Florence to Friduric.

Florence stared at Friduric. He had long brown hair that was tied into a ponytail, he was slightly taller than Alfric, and he had incredible light brown eyes. She had never seen an eye color like his before, he was also incredibly handsome, though more rugged than Alfric, he had a scar over his left eye and some other scaring on his cheek. He was uniquely attractive, and Florence froze. These two were brothers but were so different. Alfric had a warm and homely feel to his energy. While his brother had a more dangerous feeling about him. Friduric put his hand out, and Florence shook it.

"It's nice to meet you Friduric."

"Nice to meet you too, Florence. You certainly are a beauty, my brother understated just how beautiful you are." Friduric took Florence's hand and kissed it. "You also smell delightful, a mix between sweet and spicy. It's intoxicating. No wonder my brother hid you from us."

Florence took her hand away from Friduric and stood closer to Alfric, grabbing his hand. She couldn't tell if she was afraid of Friduric, but something felt off. Alfric sensed this, and held her hand tight, letting her know that he wasn't going anywhere.

"Thank you brother, Florence is excited to meet this new world she's apart of now. Can you introduce us?" Alfric said in a stern tone that told his brother he had overstepped. Alfric was extremely protective of Florence, and his brother wasn't going to be an exception to the rule.

"Of course, let me go do that now. Florence, I hope to see you around tonight." With that, Friduric was gone. Leaving Alfric and Florence in the lobby, Florence wasn't so sure if she wanted to be here or not.

Josephine had been standing near the blood punch bowl for over ten minutes waiting for them to announce Florence and Alfric. She was becoming uneasy, did something happen? Did they run off together? She loved Florence, but she couldn't help but feel jealous of the bond her and Alfric shared. Josephine and Alfric shared a blood bond, but it wasn't as strong when it's a Crusnik and a vampire versus a vampire and vampire. She was so deep in thought she didn't realize someone had walked up behind her. She turned around and was met with the broad chest of a huge man. Josephine looked up and saw the smirk of none other than Eric Northman.

"You should be careful you bump into, Josephine. They might not be as kind as I am." Eric was smirking, he tucked his long blonde hair behind one ear. He was as handsome as she remembered. They had shared one night together over forty years ago, but Eric loved to tease her. Eric was standing in front of her with his hands in his pockets. He had that look in his eyes that cats get when they find prey.

"Well, I'm glad it's you then. After all, how could you ever get mad a little old me." Josephine put her hand on her hip. She was a petite woman, only around 5'1'' or 5'2''. Standing next to Eric made her feel as short as ever, he was a giant. A handsome giant, but still a giant.

"Why so cold? If memory serves me correctly, we spent an amazing night together. You couldn't even walk the next day." He smirked at how uncomfortable he was making her. "Where is Alfric? Did you have a fight? I can keep you company if you would like?" Eric and Alfric had a turbulent relationship. Alfric didn't like Eric because he slept with all of his prodigies and left them. Eric loved pissing off an original. It was a fun relationship for Eric.

"Actually, Alfric is introducing his newest prodigy tonight. They should be announcing their entrance any moment now. If you don't mind, I'm going to go to the entrance so I can walk with him after he gets introduced. Goodbye." Josephine stormed off before Eric could ask her any more questions. Eric didn't know Alfric was going to be announced when he arrived with his new prodigy. Eric knew it must be someone important, they usually didn't introduce new vampires, that would take all night if they did.

Friduric tapped on the microphone that the live jazz band was using on the stage near the back of the venue. The stage was located directly opposite of the entrance to the hall. "I hope everyone is having a great evening. I know I am. I have an announcement to make. We have an extraordinary guest who is the newest prodigy of my youngest brother. She is the first Crusnik in over a hundred years. Introducing, my brother Alfric, and his new Crusnik, Florence."

Everyone turned to the entrance and watched as Alfric and Florence walked in. When everyone first saw Florence, everyone went silent. Florence kept her walls up and couldn't hear anyone's thoughts. She smiled to herself, she did it. In a room of over five hundred people, she was able to keep them all out. She was no longer nervous but proud of herself. After a couple minutes of silence, everyone turned around and started talking again. Josephine came over and gave Florence a hug. From the smile on her face, Josephine could tell that Florence didn't hear a single thought. She was so proud.

Just as Florence started to talk, a very tall and handsome man walked up to her, took her hand and kissed it. "Hello, I'm Eric Northman. It's a pleasure to meet you." When Eric grabbed her hand, her walls fell, but she didn't hear a thing. She stared up at Eric like he was the sun and she had never seen it before.

And with that! Florence has met Eric! Did you like the steamy bathtub scene? I wanted to make Florence's and Alfric first time something special. I think I did it justice. From now on, Eric will be part of the story; hopefully, all you Eric fans will enjoy him. He's my favorite, I'm going to try and do him justice! Thanks for reading!