A/N: Now just so you fellow readers aren't confused as to where this story takes place, point and time, its actually picking up a few weeks after True Blood season 3 ended. Honestly, I was semi disappointed with how this season's story continued so some things I tried to stick to, like who Queen Sophie Anne marries. I was hoping sparks would fly between Sookie && Alcide. Ugh!

Moving on... I know its confusing but its a mix of the book and the show. And okay, I get it, some doesn't think this is a fanfiction. But I thought it was since I'm using someone else's characters and story lines in my own twist of the story. Of course, adding a story or so of my own. But I can't make everyone happy :p

*sighs*

And also, I know Eric has been missing from my story for like the longest but I couldn't find it in myself to jump from A to C. Believe me, I would much rather put a twist to book 4 of the Southern Vampire Mysteries asap because that is my favorite book of the entire series. But heller, my character has to grow you know.

Anyhoo, without further adieu...

I do not claim the rights to any of the characters from the Southern Vampire Mysteries or True Blood. Read, review, && enjoy! ^-^

Isabelle's POV:

"I wasn't expecting to see you here." Lily practically hissed through her new teeth.

And when I say new, I do mean new. She wasn't born with razor sharp ivory teeth you know. No human child anyway.

I'm quite positive her chompers could easily chew off my arm, right down to the bone. I shivered slightly. Be cool, don't panic. I mentally told myself.

As I absorbed the new Lily, I realized she wasn't the same person I grew up with. Oh no, she reminded me more of a hunter, an animal with no common sense. True, she looked like a human, walked like one, and even talked like one, but her basic instincts were to feed, to kill. You could just see it in her eyes and that is what scared me more than anything.

Like I heard once before…eyes are the window to one's soul. And her soul is very much tainted.

Lily had caught me off guard. I wasn't expecting her being here at the exact moment that I showed up. And right now, I don't want her to know that I know exactly what she had become. Otherwise she might attack me.

I'll be dead in two seconds. Maybe less.

And right now, I'm too shocked to do anything, even think. Its strange because I wasn't expecting to react this way. I mean I knew what she was, I just wasn't expecting to feel so speechless, maybe even helpless.

Just peachy.

But just because she's stronger and faster than me, don't think for one second I'm going to kiss her effin ass in the hopes of her sparing my life.

Hell to the no. I thought. Act just as you would if you saw her again…human of course. I tried to coach myself.

"Touché." I said as calm as the sea right before the storm. "What brings you here. Last I heard, you were in Las Vegas at your parents villa." I hissed right back, letting her know I can still hold my ground and this bitch can bite back as well.

Not as deadly, but I still have that bite.

Just then, I saw something in her eyes change. For a nano second, she had hurt in her eyes which soon froze over.

Oh fudge.

"I didn't realize we were on speaking grounds." she said, stepping out from the elevator, doors closing behind her as her eyes centered me.

"Just because we left things the way we did doesn't mean we cant be semi civilize." I sighed dramatically. "Is Amy up there?" I asked, nodding to the ceiling, trying my best to change the subject.

She grinned, "I was wondering that myself."

I frowned, "Um okay I take that as a no."

"Amy isn't home. But her vampire boyfriend is."

I could thank my lucky stars!

I felt relief, well sort of. "Eric?" I laughed. "Yeah right. I never met her fiancé yet but I can tell you right now from what she's told me, he's very much human." I shrugged, "I don't think marrying a vampire is even legal just yet."

"Amy is getting married?" she asked almost human like. "Why didn't she tell me?"

I wanted to punch myself in the face for not thinking before speaking.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

"I just found out about it myself." I quickly tried my best to recover. "Maybe she is hoping to have lunch with you before sharing the wonderful news." I lied. "Well, I better get going." I mumbled to her as I turned around, pressing for the elevator.

Hurry up!

"Did you know Ryan is getting married as well?" she asked immediately after.

I didn't have to see her face to know she was wearing a smug grin. You could hear it in her voice.

Bitch.

"I heard about it." I said, biting the insides of my mouth

Hopefully she thought mentioning Ryan's name was making me uncomfortable.

And with precise timing, the bell ringed, alerting me that the elevator was approaching again.

"So that's the Eric...your Eric. The vampire." she said in a curiously low tone as if a light bulb lit up in her head.

My Eric?

I turned to face her. "Excuse me?"

She winked at me, "Until we meet again."

Before I could process what had just happened, she blinked out of my sight.

Effin vampires. I grunted. They always have to have the last word.

Don't get me wrong, I was glad to see her leave. But I was stumped about what she had said before she left.

My Eric. Why the hell would she assume that he's mine? I laughed at the thought as the doors opened.

And just like that, if you blink, you already missed it. Eric reached for me, pulling me into the elevator, all before I could take a breath.

"What the-"

"Where is she?" he demanded, pressing the button to close the elevator doors.

"I don't know, she left." I told him, confused.

Eric began frisking me, lifting my clothes, moving my hair, turning me around so he could view the back of me.

"Okay, what are you doing? And what the hell are you on?" I asked as I turned around, eyebrows raised as I pushed his hands off of me. " Excuse me, but you're invading my personal space thank you very much."

"You're not hurt?"

I shrugged, "How did you know that I was down here with Lily?"

"The newborn?" I nodded, waiting for an answer. "I tasted your blood remember." he told me, trying to play it smooth.

I bit my lip. How could I forget? I thought to myself as I remembered that night.

"I promise I'll keep it…high school." he said, carrying me to one of the booths in the back.

"By high school, you mean…?" I knew exactly what it meant. I just wasn't sure if I could deny him access if it got too hot and heavy.

He took a seat and pushed the table aside. He lift me so gracefully, as if I weighed as much as a feather, as he positioned me so that I was now straddling his lap.

I quickly glanced down at my dress, knowing it was on the verge of tearing. But Eric read my mind (or he wanted to do it himself) and began unbuttoning my dress, far enough up to see the lace hip hugger undies I was wearing.

He growled at the sight. "Isabelle…" he whispered against my chest before nibbling at the fabric that still covered my breasts.

"Fuck it…" I told myself just as I lift his head and clashed my lips onto his.

Our tongues rolling like thunder. Lips, hips, pressing against one another. Breath, no, my breath, choppy like the evening waves.

I knew he knew I was lying about one thing, I didn't need to heal just so I could fuck. I did it before and I was sure I could do it again.

His hands clawed at my thighs, wanting so badly to tear off the thin fabric that stood in the way. I wanted it too.

Instead, I grabbed them, placing them on my breasts. My nipples were hard as rocks, I wanted them in his mouth. He began unbuttoning the rest of my dress, shoving it down my shoulders. But before the fabric was fully off of me, his mouth found my breasts.

I shimmied the remaining fabric off my arms and cupped his face. I wanted to see him, feel him, be one with him.

He laid a kiss on my nose. Then with one hand, he pulled my left breast out and began suckling on my nipple. I threw my head back, releasing a moan as I rocked against his bulge.

The moment he bit into me, for a split second, he sent me into his mind.-

Before I had fully gone over that memory in my head, Eric's mouth came crashing down hard onto mine as he pinned me against the elevator wall.

Uh oh…

Eric's POV:

I paced back and forth as I waited for the housekeeper to finish cleaning up the mess I had made the night before.

Sookie has fucked me up.

I go out of my way to protect her, to show her the person Bill really is and what the fuck does she do? Rescind me and goes right back to Bill.

Love.

I may sound cynical but I know what love is and what Sookie and Bill has, that isn't love. That is one fucked up relationship.

But I guess I deserve that since I was only using Sookie to forget about Bella.

For about a week I tried to track her. I used every resource I had to find her. But just as the Bella before her, it was no use. It seemed as if she had disappeared from this world. And with precise timing too.

Now it was too late, I was addicted to her. I couldn't get her out of my system even if I tried. I wanted her, I had to have her. One taste of her was all it took for me. And now I'm torn between my Bella and Sookie (maybe).

Well, not that torn. I just don't really want to choose. I smiled. I wouldn't mind having both.

A minute before the knock on the door, I heard light footsteps approaching.

Vampire. I smelled the air. Young female.

"Thank you Bianca, you may leave." I told the housekeeper.

"But Mr. Northman, I haven't finished-"

"Come back tomorrow." I ordered.

She knew better than to argue with me, so she grabbed her things and opened the door to leave.

"Why hello there." the young vampire told Bianca as her fangs extracted.

Bianca shivered as she ducked out leaving the door ajar. "Goodnight sir."

I waited until she was out of human hearing range before I acknowledged the newborn.

"Why are you here?" I asked bored and somewhat irritated.

She grinned, "Is that any way to greet a friend of Amy's?"

I didn't realize Amy had many vampire friends. If she did, this vampire would be able to cross the threshold.

"Is that right?" I asked waiting knowing she would at least try.

Then the young vampire tried but failed to cross the threshold.

No friend, possibly foe.

"You have thirty seconds to start talking." I warned her.

She laughed. "Or what? The big bad vamp will eat me?" she hissed. "Just tell Amy I was here okay?"

I closed the door on her, not wanting to hear anymore or at least see her face, and took a seat.

Why did I come here? Why the fuck am I chasing this girl around? She isn't the same Bella. That is impossible!

I closed my eyes as I tried my best to picture the woman from my human life. But no matter how hard I tried, all I could see was Isabelle. I could smell her, taste her, almost feel her in my thoughts and in my memories.

"Fuck!" I screamed at the top of my lungs in frustration.

Seeing her again has made it that much more difficult. The moment she walked into my club was the moment she brought back all those memories of my human life that I had long since forgotten for centuries.

You're over a thousand years old Eric, get a fucking grip on your balls and forget about her!

Its easier said than done. You don't understand how magical she was to me. She was like a nymph, a goddess sent from the Heavens. And all I was was a man, a very naïve human man.

It was more than sex with this woman, I honestly believed that I loved her. I wanted to drown in her, bathe in her sight, just worship the very ground she walked on.

But she gave you Helena. I had to remind myself.

Man how I wish I knew where my descendents were. It would mean so much to know that I still have human family out there somewhere.

Alive. I thought to myself as I went entirely off the subject.

But then I thought that over again and realized its best not knowing. With the enemies that I have, they could use that as leverage over me and that wont only risk my title but also the lives of my own blood. I cant have that.

I stood up and glared out at the city.

This is the kind of view to enjoy since they don't have this in Shreveport. I smiled to myself. I've come a long way.

Suddenly I felt anxious, then shocked and scared. I knew these feelings were not my own.

Isabelle.

I could feel what she was feeling. I knew she was close and something wasn't right.

Fuck! The newborn!

I ran out of the suite without bothering to close the door behind me and pressed for the elevator.

Sure I could just take the stairs but that's over seventy flights and it would take just as long as the elevator. Also, if I was in the newborn's position, I would expect me to take the stairs.

Fucking idiots!

As soon as the elevator reached the lobby and the doors opened, I reached out grabbing a hold of Isabelle and pulled her in with me. I knew the newborn was no match for me so my main concern was having Isabelle in my sight.

"What the-"

"Where is she?" I demanded, pressing the button to close the doors.

"I don't know, she left."

Immediately I began checking her body for fresh wounds.

None. I sniffed her. No fresh blood either.

"Okay, what are you doing? And what the hell are you on?" she asked as she turned around with her eyebrows raised as she pushed my hands off of her. " Excuse me, but you're invading my personal space thank you very much."

"You're not hurt?" I asked, confused, surprised, and yet relieved.

She shrugged, "How did you know that I was down here with Lily?"

"The newborn?" I asked. She nodded in response. "I tasted your blood remember."

I knew she was going over the memory of us in her head because I could feel her become aroused with every breath she took. I remembered that night all too well myself.

The rise and fall of her breasts made me hard. I could feel her urge which only heightened mine.

I'm going to have her. I growled.

I felt my fangs extend and without warning I pinned her to the elevator wall as our lips collided. Immediately she wrapped her legs around my waist as I tore off the shirt she was wearing.

And just like an infant, I found her breast yet again and bit into it, suckling her sweet juice. She released a moan as my fingers found the button to her jeans. With just one hand, I unbuttoned her jeans, yanking the flap of her jeans to one side. I growled knowing I had to stop because that was the only thing stopping us from going forward.

Fuck it.

I wasn't about to let that stop me.

I am Eric Northman after all.

I tore at her jeans, just enough so that my hand could easily slip right in. And at that moment, she grabbed my face, wet and swollen lips caressing mine as she rocked her hips to the rhythm of my fingers.

Just like a musician, I strummed the strings to Isabelle's guitar as she cried out in pleasure.

"Eric…" she breathed.

I grinned, "Come for me baby."

"Oh..kay…" she huffed as she gripped my shoulders, slamming harder and harder into her until she shuttered her release.

Isabelle's POV:

As I collapsed against Eric, I realized the elevator doors behind him was wide open.

Oh fudge.

And the one person standing there watching was the same person I swore to earlier that I wasn't trying to screw Eric.

"Cristiano-" I began as I unfolded, pushing Eric off of me.

"I'm sorry I interrupted, please continue." he said, backing away with his hands up in defeat. "I thought you might've been in trouble but I guess I should've trusted my gut first."

"Actually, she already came." Eric arrogantly told him as he licked his fingers.

Jerk!

I pushed Eric aside and exited the elevator. "Listen, you were right. Lily was here but had she left..."

Cristiano laughed, "Isabelle, its okay. Stop explaining yourself to me. You're a grown woman."

I felt my guilt sort of fizz over the top as I watched Eric walk down the hall to his suite.

Double fudge brownies!

"I'll speak with you in the morning. Goodnight Isabelle." Cristiano's voice echoed the hall as he decided to take the stairway down.

I know there isn't anything going on between us but something just didn't sit right with me. I felt like a damn hypocrite saying one thing hours earlier and doing the opposite moments ago. I couldn't help but see a hint of hurt on his face and knowing it was because of me.

I have to make things right.

I tried my best to fix my clothes as I ran after him. But by the time I got to the stairway, I realized he was already gone.

Damn it Bella.

I didn't feel right sleeping in Eric's suite and nor did I have the guts to face Cristiano after what had just happened, so I grabbed my things and rented a room for the night at the nearest hotel.

Why do I feel like shit? Is it because I just might actually like Cristiano? I asked myself.

I know that what I feel for Eric isn't love, that's for sure. Its lust. I mean that's all I ever think of when I'm with him. The other half of the time, he can be a punk ass.

But Cristiano…something about his mysterious tortured soul lures me to him. Its like, I want to know more about him but not only because he knows some things about me but because I think I might actually care. And at some point, I actually do feel sorry for him.

If you could only feel the love he felt for his wife then you would know that the man that I know today is the opposite of the man I felt through his eyes. The hurt he had endured was enough for one's lifetime. And I cant see myself hurting him more.

Maybe I want to fix him. I thought about it. He isn't humpty dumpty. You cant piece him together to make things all better. I lectured myself.

No, I think its more than that. I mean I haven't connected with anyone in a way that I connected with him.

Sure, the creepy bond that I have with Eric is like no other, but yet it isn't the same.

Which reminds me, I need to ask him about that.

And with Nick, I don't believe there ever was a bond. I'm not sure it was even love that we shared either. Could've possibly developed into something much more, but it just wasn't.

The only bond that we have now is through our child.

But then with Cristiano, its much more than a bond. He knows me in ways that I don't even know myself. Its as if our souls are entwined. Or even in tune with one another. Kind of like Ying and Yang, the total opposites and yet the same.

Its as if he can see right through me.

I wouldn't have known that if it wasn't for that day in the cemetery. Hurting him feels like I'm only hurting myself.

Could he be my doppelganger?