"Your what is what?"

"My heart, it seems to have started to beat again. I feel warm, for the first time in over a thousand years." His skin started to pink, as I felt normal again.

"I don't feel the fire. I must have passed it to you, and instead of giving you powers. It gave you humanity." I kinda laughed, the alcohol was worse now that the fire wasn't burning.

"What's so funny?" Eric sounded hurt.

"You, being human, all those years will just attack you. I bet." I laughed harder at the fact that the sexy deviant vampire will turn to an old perverted man. "It's freaking priceless."

Eric shook his head as strands of hair started to fall, he started to lose his cool. "You cursed me by your sweet kiss! Harlot!"

"If you want, I'll kiss you again and see if you revert back to mister sexy." I giggled, noticing his skin starting to wrinkle. The scent in the room still lingered, his northern winds and ocean water, but now it started to mix with a sickly smell; I couldn't stand it. I got up, trying to get close to him, I tripped landing in his arms; wrapping tight. I looked into those blues, as I sighed. "Lord, why did God give you such eyes?"

Eric smiled; it seemed genuine, until it started to turn black.

I groaned, he was losing youth faster than a fat kid eats his dessert. I took a deep breath, his eyes so vibrant and intoxicating, his eyes were what made me do what was next. I slipped my arms around his neck; I kissed him like I felt, passionate and longing.

Eric gripped my waist; I felt the fire start to burn again, as his lips grew stronger against mine. I opened my eyes, to see him healing. His hair was regenerating, his skin going back to its smoothness, and his scent was stronger than ever. He parted from me, the coldness from his lips stayed for only a moment, as the heat burned it away.

I had just one moment to feel normal, it was over before it started. The fire seemed to be a lot easier to sense and almost felt like I had done this once before. Everything felt almost like a dream, Eric seemed like the man from my dreams. I hitched my breath, that's it. All those dreams, they finally make sense.

"Why is your face all scrunched up like you sucked a lemon?" Eric looked at me so cautiously, his emotions hidden again.

"Well, ever since I was 12, I had dreams that always felt too real for my liking. I would dream of all these places like Rome, Tokyo, Nova Scotia, and Öland. I did research for a few years, gave up and just thought I was crazy." Eric's eyes flashed when I mentioned the last place, guessing he'd been there, being it was Sweden. "I was always a different girl, never myself. It was like I was living lives of people who passed away, it made me stronger and smarter than most."

"Öland, when?"

"I found out it was around 900 AD. I was some tall girl in some little village." I remembered part of the dream, trying to figure the best way to explain. "All I remember is I would hang out with this little kid, your eyes remind me of him. He was such a sweet boy, only about 11, always gave me flower rings and try to impress me. It was adorable, till he became an adult and was a total jerk. I remember in the last dream I had, he left the village; I was around 44 at the time and him 26. He left the village, in order to avenge someone close to him. I never found out what happened because I died of some disease."

I looked at Eric, it seemed he was deep in thought; I honestly giggled because I thought of his brains sizzling, it was kind of funny. I stopped myself, taking a moment, How the hell did I get to the point I was giggling at a dangerous vampire and kissing him voluntarily? This is becoming so close to a Twilight flick. I swear if he sparkles, I'll shoot myself. I sighed, as Eric started to pace the room. All of this is on a platter, and I'm not nervous, damn alcohol.

Eric stopped in his tracks. "I remember her."

"Who?" I looked up at him, his eyes seemed in pain.

"None of your concern." Eric blinked, the emotions in those blues vanished, as he walked over to me, setting me down on the bed again. "You have experienced more than any woman should for one day. Rest."

I nodded, Who was I to argue? I had just learned more than I needed about myself, and I need the dizziness of alcohol to go away. Going to sleep was the best idea. I sat down on the bed, getting under the covers. "Wait, I might stay here over night but that does not mean, I'm 'yours' or that I will live here."

He sighed; I could tell he didn't enjoy someone fighting so hard against him. "Fine, but will you consider staying till I find out what you are? I will keep you safe, and once you find what you need, you no longer need to stay if you don't want to. You're free to do as you wish; I will be just your protector. Agreed?"

I took a deep breath, the fire inside burned a little more, almost like the Swedish chick inside saying to trust him. It wouldn't be so bad, would it? "I only ask for privacy, no rent, there better be human food in the kitchen, and you treat me as an equal. If you don't do those simple things, I will leave and will burn you if you get near me." Once I learn how… I looked at him strongly.

"I accept your conditions, after you are bonded to me." He sat down next to me.

"Bonded?" The fire screamed inside me, almost warning me of what he was saying.

Eric pricked his finger, putting it up to my lips. "Bonded, it's when a vampire creates a blood bond with their human. The vampire gives the human some of their blood, connecting them emotionally and physically. It will allow me to know you're in danger or need me." Blood dripped off his finger.

The fire raged inside, telling me this was a bad idea, but what was the harm of being connected? It might even make Eric seem more reasonable and having a vampire protect me was better than trying to protect myself. I sighed, taking his finger in my mouth. The taste was completely different than I thought, it tasted so sweet and tangy; I thought it was going be metallic and gross, but I was wrong. I sucked a little more, as the fire seemed to cool down, it had accepted my decision. Oh god, the fire is making me feel like it's a pet. Jeez how weird is this gonna get.

"You seem happier." He pulled his finger out of my mouth, as I licked my lips, his cut disappeared. Eric tucked the blankets around me, I felt like I was a 5 year old. "No reason to feel inadequate."

"Huh?" Was he reading my mind?

"I can sense your emotions, remember?" Eric said it like I needed things repeated, sometimes I do.

"Oh, great. I'm a book now, right?" He nodded, I sighed.

"Get some rest, little one." He patted my head; I grabbed his hand out of a reflex.

"I'm your equal, not a child. I might look only about 18, but I'm 26 years old. Don't you forget that." The fire seemed to make me defend myself at the weirdest times, as I left go. I felt very insecure, the fire came then went.

"Understood. Good Night, Miss Henderson." He headed to the door, as I lay back against the pillows, feeling the fire start to rest and I went with.

"Just…" I yawned. "Just Ava." I nuzzled into the warmth and silk, falling asleep as he turned the lights off and leaving the room.

"Söta drömmar Sonja. (Sweet dreams Sonja)" He whispered, closing the door.

Author Note

Wow, seems Ava is adding things left and right to her list. And who is Sonja? Why is Ava dreaming of all these women? There's so many things she needs to find before she can find who she is. Eric will help, or will he fall to his past as well? Will Ava find out what Eric knows and who he really is? Too many questions to answer, but you'll see which ones I answer in the next chapter.

P.S. I officially issue a contest, whoever guess what our mystery Ava is, by is I mean as a supernatural, correctly through a review or a private message, will be made into a character of their making. I will set the into the story someway or another, but please try and participate. Also, don't forget to review, fave, and alert the story.

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