I only own Genevieve. The rest belong to Alan Ball and Charlaine Harris!


I was sleeping peacefully for the first time in days when The Eagles woke me up.

Raven hair and ruby lips

Sparks fly from her finger tips

Echoed voices in the night

She's a restless spirit on an endless flight

I rolled over and reached for my phone. "Whattaya want?" I asked, desperately wanting to go back to sleep.

"Well good evening to you too sunshine! What the hell are you doing sleeping at 7 o'clock at night?" Sookie asked as I bolted upright in my bed.

"It's 7 o'clock? What the hell!"

I'd been sleeping for over 12 hours! I rushed to get out of bed and about had a heart attack when I noticed Eric sitting in the corner in my papasan chair. I jumped back into bed as quickly as I could and put a finger over my mouth to tell him to hush. He simply shrugged his shoulders.

"Hellooo Gen? You still there?" I really needed to get this vampire the hell out of my house.

"Yeah Sookie, I'm here. But listen I haven't been up all day. I'm not feeling so hot. I'll call you back in little bit 'kay? Love you." Sookie groaned into the phone.

"Fine, brat. But hurry and call me back! I have to tell you about Eric Northman!" I was in the process of shutting the phone when I heard Sookie say his name.

"What about him?" Eric had a questioning look on his face and I realized he could probably hear. I motioned for him to get out and he replied with an eyebrow raise. I narrowed my eyes, pointed to the door again and mouthed 'GET OUT' but he still didn't move.

"I am comfortable." He said before I jumped up and quickly slapped my finger to my mouth.

"HUSH!" I whispered hoping Sookie didn't hear me.

"What was that Gen?"

"Nothing, sorry. I was um," God I was such a horrible liar. "coughing. Sorry. So what were you saying?"

"I swear Gen you're losing your mind! Anyways what I was saying is that there's a warrant out for Eric's arrest!" I looked up and saw Eric fingering through some clean clothes that were lying in a laundry basket. When he picked up a pair of my frilly purple underwear I launched the nearest pillow at him.

He caught it effortlessly, of course. Bastard.

"Genevieve. Are you listening? He's wanted by the police. For murder." I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach because I was now officially housing a wanted vampire who just was fishing through my clean laundry. Huzzah!

"You're kidding me! Of who?" Eric's face had become stony and emotionless and yep, he can hear the conversation.

"DAWN! And two women in Shreveport! Bill told me that the police are wrong and there's no way Eric killed them, but the cops don't buy it. They set up an ambush at Fangtasia last night but he never showed up." I had visions of Shreveport County Sheriff's Department trying to ambush Eric in the middle of Fangtasia while he sat on his throne. "Can you believe it? We were talking to Dawn's killer!"

I knew Eric didn't kill Dawn or the other two women, I thought Sookie did too.

"You honestly believe he did it?"

"I don't know Gen. He's a huge psycho vampire." Eric snorted. "Who knows what he's capable of? Plus if he wasn't guilty why would he run?"

"Run? What do you mean?" I asked. I would feel like the biggest idiot in the world if this was all some elaborate plot and Eric really hadn't lost his memory.

I looked towards Eric and met his deep blue eyes. Who was I kidding? I know what a cursed man looked like, and Eric? He was cursed. I turned away so I wouldn't have to stare at him any longer. It left me with butterflies in my stomach.

"He's apparently gone into hiding! Pam called Bill today and said that she didn't know he was going to do it, but she's sure he fled from the police."

"Maybe he just didn't want to deal with the cops." I offered as an explanation. "You know, just run till everything blows over?"

"Maybe, but I don't know Gen. But listen I'm going over to Bill's so I'll call you later. Go take some medicine! Love you!" I heard the line click dead and I snapped my phone closed and turned towards Eric.

"Alright buddy, we need to discuss some boundary rules."

Eric smiled and it suddenly hit me that he was wearing a black t-shirt along with the same sweatpants from last night. Where did he get the shirt? And damn, now I wouldn't be able to ogle those shoulders of his.

Oh. My. God. Did I really just think that?

"I beg to differ Genevieve." The look on his face became deathly serious. "I could have found my way into your bed, but instead chose the chair. You should praise me for my self discipline." He smiled again and my heart warmed a little when I realized he was joking with me.

"From what I've read I am what you might call a ladies man. My prowess knows no bounds."

Wait what?

"You remember your prowess?"

His smile brightened. "No. Unfortunately not. I did google myself though. And according to the Fangtasia website many, many people... enjoy me." Oh you have got to be kidding me!

"You googled yourself?" I asked. He simply nodded. Wait a second... "How did you do that? Where'd you get a computer?" Cue the Eric Northman shit-eating grin.

"I used yours of course." He answered as slyly as possible. I racked my brain for where I had left my computer last. I thought it had been in the guest room across the hall charging. I was awake all night though, so how did Eric get it? "If you're looking for it I left it downstairs. Would you like me to bring it to you?"

"You know what?" I went to get out of bed to give him a piece of my mind face to face but I kind of got stuck in my covers. There went my big scary blow up on him. After wrestling around for what felt like hours, I heard a giggle, an honest to god giggle and I just decided to jump out of the damn bed wrapped in my comforter. Eventually I got out and walked over to Eric who was now looking the other way and trying not to laugh. Bastard.

"Please refrain from calling me names Genevieve." Damnit, there went the speaking-without-knowing-it thing.

"I will call you whatever the hell I want!" I went to poke him like I did last night, but he expected it this time and caught it before I had the chance.

"You are quite onerous this evening. Should I expect this everyday or is it an isolated incident?" He asked as his thumb gently ran against my palm. When goosebumps broke out along my arm I snatched my hand away to stop him. When I placed my hand at my side that odd, empty feeling made an appearance in my gut and I fought the urge to smack myself. I really needed to get a hold of that, pronto.

"You shouldn't expect anything because this is the last time you will ever see me wake up!" My voice took on a higher tone and I cringed internally because I sounded like an angry teenage girl. Real menacing.

"About that.." Eric muttered as he walked out of my bedroom.

"About that what? You are not staying here, especially now that you're a wanted criminal!" I followed him down the stairs and towards the kitchen.

"Yes, I read that online. I obviously didn't do it. Are the police that ignorant about vampires?" He reached in the fridge, got a TrueBlood and popped it in the microwave. "I mean honestly, a vampire killing a healthy human without draining a single drop? What an absurd thought." When the microwave beeped Eric took the bottle out, walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a glass. I stared dumbly as he poured his blood into the glass and took a long sip. "This stuff really is vile." I stood their gaping.

"Have," I almost couldn't get the rest of the words out because I was so friggin' shocked. "have you been through my cabinets?"

Eric turned around to take note of the kitchen before shrugging his shoulders. "Well I need to know where everything is don't I?"

I debated on how to handle the situation. I could be calm, and simply discuss the situation. Or.. I could freak the hell out.

"What in the almighty hell is your problem?!" As a rule, freaking out was a much, much more fun way of handling situations. "You.. you.. you vampire! You god damned vampire!" Honestly, it was. Sure, it might make me look like a psycho but it was fun nonetheless. "You steal my computer, you go through my cabinets! You've probably gone through my whole house!" Eric nodded. "And to get my computer you had to go upstairs. When did you go upstairs?!"

Eric didn't seem phased and continued to down the TrueBlood, which only made me angrier. "Last night. When you were asleep I assume." He explained with no theatrics.

"I didn't fall asleep till sunrise so there's no way!"

"Well as a general rule, vampires are quiet creatures. It helps add to the," He brought his hands up and made the same hands Michael Jackson used in the Thriller video. Eric Northman was giving me thriller hands. "menacing factor."

"I.. I just don't even know." I took a seat a placed my head in my hands. When I felt Eric's hand touch my shoulders I didn't even have the energy to swat him away. How the hell did things get so weird so fast?

"You are carrying a lot of tension. Would you like a massage?" I could hear the smirk in his voice and I groaned and banged my head against the table.

"Stopppppppp." I whined out and Eric's hands quickly left my shoulders. I heard the chair move as he took a seat across from me.

"You are conceding. This is good. It will make everything much simpler."

I lifted my head and met his determined gaze. "Concede to you? Explain this to me please. Cause I am not conceding anything." I snarled and Eric looked taken aback by my anger. Look, I didn't like being pushed around and Eric was seriously crossing the line.

He gave a deep sigh and I couldn't help but roll my eyes since deep breathes were unnecessary when you were dead.

"Genevieve, you must understand. I am most likely in very grave danger. The fact the police now are accusing me of murder is the least of my worries. I also have a witch who also has it out for me." I groaned because I now realized I had more things to add to my list of problems. Great. "Where would you like me to go? I have no money. No identification. I certainly cannot go to Fangtasia where the police have already staked out."

For the first time I noticed that Eric seemed nervous. He was running his thumb and his index finger together and seemed deep in thought. I felt a pang of guilt stab through me for feeling so burdened by him because honestly, at least I knew who I was. Eric, while still being sure and pompous, had no memories, no past experiences. He only had his instincts.

"While I do not currently understand it, I cannot ignore my," He stopped rubbing his fingers and seemed to calm. "attraction to you." Well apparently flirtation calmed his stresses. Wonderful to know. "Whatever sense I had that brought me to your home has kept me alive for the past twenty-four hours, and I believe it will continue to do so. As long as you allow it."

I sat back in my chair and stared up at my ceiling. It was by far the oddest and most beautiful thing in my home.

I had to be about 10 years old when one day I came home to see Julien sitting on the kitchen floor surrounded by piles and piles of tissue paper.

"Welcome home mon amour! I've been waiting for you!" He looked positively tickled. "We are going to do a little project."

"Project? What kind?" I asked. He pushed the tissue paper towards me and smiled.

"Whatever you want mon amour. I want to show you how to paper mache. So what would you like to do?" He jumped up from the floor and walked around the kitchen. "Do you wanna put it on the... bread box?" I shook my head no. "Okay, how about your lunchbox?" I shook my head no again and Julien gave me a thousand-watt grin. "How about the ceiling?"

"The ceiling?" I asked, eyes flashing between the different colored tissues and the blank white ceiling above me. "You'll really let me put all that on the ceiling?" I was positively tickled. Everyone in school already thought I had the coolest parent cause Julien was so young and let me sit front seat in his brand new Jeep. When they saw my paper mache ceiling? They'd like me even more. Julien went to the cabinet and pulled out a big container of flour and set it next to a huge bowl of water on the kitchen table.

After looking at the paper and the stuff on the table, I finally gave in and asked Julien, "Well how do we get it up there?" His smile seemed to die a little, and become sad as he bent down to his knees and ran a finger through my hair.

"Ma cherie, it is simple. All we need is a little... magic."

I had re-papered the ceilings more times than I could count. At this point Sookie and Tara thought I was the Martha Stewart of paper mache. Every person that had come into my kitchen wanted to know how the paper always stayed so bright and fresh, like it was done the day before. I'd always answer their questions the same, with a quick, a smile and 'Just a little magic'. People always reacted the same, I'd get a swat on the arm and a laugh. Little did they know..

"I take it you would like me to leave." I was brought back to reality by Eric's voice. I really didn't know what to say. Obviously it was a horrible and foolish idea that could have serious repercussions, but what could I do? Kick him out to the curb and let either the police or the witch find him first? My stomach lurched at the thought of putting Eric in danger.

"What do you want from me? Exactly. Spell it out and I'll let you know if I can do it."

"I would like to stay here until my memory returns. Or until I find the witch the that has cursed me." That could take weeks, or months. I just needed to tell him to leave.

"Alright, you can stay."

Where did that come from? I had no idea.

"Wonderful!" Eric of course seemed pleased with my answer. "I am in your debt for your help."

I got up from the table and headed towards the stairs. I really, really needed a shower. And at least twenty feet away from Eric because he was starting to fry my brain. "Trust me, I will hold you to that." I regretted my words as soon as they passed my lips.

"I cannot wait until you hold me.. to anything." I groaned and he let out a hearty laugh.

"You're lines are too cheesy Eric." I yelled while walking up the stairs.

"Cheesy yet effective!" He yelled back. We were now tossing barbs back and forth from the kitchen to the second floor. We might as well have been an old married couple.

As I walked into my room I fought the urge to jump into my bed and close my eyes until Eric and all these problems disappeared. I searched my closet for clothes to bring into the bathroom so I wouldn't have to walk out in a towel. I was pretty sure Eric knew to keep his distance after my little freak out but I wasn't taking any chances.

"I suggest you wear appropriate attire to go out Genevieve." I almost had a heart attack when I heard Eric's voice right behind me. "We are going shopping."

"I.. What?" Eric handed me my laptop as I stared at him open mouthed for what felt like the hundredth time this evening.

"Shopping. You and I. I need clothing of course." I only stood there, as I wondered how the hell he got in so fast and I couldn't even sense it. Eric turned and looked me up and down, letting his eyes linger in various places. The look sent shocks straight between my legs and I couldn't help but gasp when my eyes finally met his and I got a look at his dark dilated pupils.

"By the way," he whispered "I have found that awaiting your reactions can be an extremely enjoyable experience."

I shook my head to try get out of his spell and understand what he was saying. "What? What do you mean my reactions?" Eric's hand reached towards my face, and I held my breath as I waited for him to touch me. Instead he lightly ghosted his large hand along my right arm and watched as my skin turned to goose flesh in his wake.

"Well, I assume most people find the supernatural to be scary." Uh oh. "Yet you are different." His hand was now making the journey back up to the top of my arm and the knots in my stomach were so tight I could barely breathe. "I mention that a witch is after me and you don't even flinch." His hand abruptly left my arm and he began to back away towards my bedroom door. "You have nothing to fear from me Genevieve. But rest assured, soon enough I will know exactly who you are."

Oh fuck.



So I left a ton of clues in this chapter about Genevieve and her past and even some about her and Eric. Some were obvious, some not so much. Can anyone figure them out? Reviews are greatly appreciated! You all are wonderful! :)