So, everyone. Once again I am so fucking sorry for the huge delay between chapters of this story … it's just so effing hard to believe that I haven't updated this story in over a month, in fact it is almost two! I really should be hanging my head in complete and utter shame!

But, alas. (I sound very much like Professor Dumbledore here don't I?) As I have said before I have too many stories and not enough time, however, I am trying to finish off as many of my stories as I can before I begin to post new ones!

Anyways, I hope that you enjoy this (rather short) chapter!

And, as always if anyone has any ideas that you would like to see in this story, let me know!

Disclaimer: Not Mine

Enjoy!

SPOV

"Hey, Eric?" I asked, as I looked up from the magazine that I had been reading. Eric looked up from the paperwork that he had been doing.

"Yeah, lover?" he answered.

"Have you ever met any really famous people?" I asked, and then realised that it probably wasn't the best question for to ask him. Of course he had met a lot of famous people in his time.

Because he was over one thousand years old.

Duh.

"Yes, my lover. I have met many famous people over my long life. But you already know that" Eric replied, raising his eyebrow at me, and throwing his pen down onto the desk on top of his paperwork.

"I know that you have met loads of famous people, baby. It was a stupid question but I meant if you had ever took part in anything really successful or anything like that?" I asked.

"What like in the film and tv industry?" he asked.

"Yeah" I said, nodding my head slightly at him.

"Umm …" Eric said, thinking a little. "I once was an executive producer on a really successful television series in America"

"Really?" I asked, bewildered and then my mind started to race. I wondered what television series it was.

"Yeah" Eric said, smiling a little at my reaction.

"What television series was it?" I asked.

"You really want to know, my lover?" he smirked.

"Duh. I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't want to know, baby!" I said, and then giggled when he zoomed over to me at vampire speed and then pushed me back down onto the sofa before starting to tickle me. And I was howling with laughter by the time that he eventually stopped doing that.

"No, but seriously … what was it?!" I asked, really dying to know the answer. The suspense really was killing me for fucks sake!

"Guess" he said, with a huge big smirk wide on his face.

"Eric … you have to give me at least some clues first!" I protested, because trying to guess which film or TV series that he had worked on … since the beginning of cinema, would be just completely and totally impossible to do!

"Alright then … you ask me questions then" Eric said, still unwilling to tell me.

"Fine" I said, thinking hard about what questions that I would ask him. "Is it a film or TV?" I asked.

"TV" Eric replied.

"Is it an American TV series?" I asked.

"Yeah" he answered.

"Umm …. When was it first shown?" I asked.

"It was first shown in 1978, although I had been working on it for the couple of years before" he revealed.

"And can you tell me any of the stars that were in it?" I asked.

"No" he smirked. "Because if I was to do that, it would be completely and totally obvious as to what show it was"

"Bugger … alright, can you tell me how many seasons that this TV programme had?" I asked.

"14" he said.

"What is the basic plot of the show?" I asked.

"Umm … well, it is about two families … no, two parts of the same family fighting" he answered. Oh how helpful my new husband was being.

"Can you give me any more hints?" I asked.

"Oil" he replied, with a smirk that suggested that he thought I should be able to easily guess what it was.

And then I got it.

"I think that I got it" I said, with a small smile of my own on my face.

"Yeah? What do you think it is, my lover?" Eric asked.

"Is it Dallas?" I asked.

"Yeah" Eric said, with a big wide grin on his face.

"Seriously?" I asked him, completely disbelieving of the fact that my husband had worked on one of my favourite television shows ever!"

Eric didn't reply, he just looked at me as if he thought that I was a complete and utter idiot, except he had a really goofy grin on his face.

"But, Eric … if you worked on it why aren't you credited as having worked on it?" I asked, curiously.

"I'm not credited on it because I didn't want to be credited. But, even though I wasn't given a credit on the show, it did make me a hell of a lot of money" he said.

"But why not?" I asked.

"Lover … can you imagine how dangerous for me that it would have been if some of my enemies, and believe me when I say that I have many had have seen the programme and then found me because of it. Now, remember at this time, Pam was still considered a baby vampire. Could you only have imagined how it would have turned out if Ocella had managed to find us?" he asked.

"Pam was still a baby in the 70's? Was she not over one hundred years old then?" I asked.

"Yeah. She was, but in vampire terms she was still a baby. Even yet she would hardly be considered to be a toddler." Eric answered.

"I suppose" I said. Well, if you put it like that …

"And have you got any more questions for me, lover?" he asked.

"Yeah." I said.

"Well ask me .." he replied. I didn't say anything, but I just stretched up and gave him a really deep kiss, with my tongue quickly invading his mouth.

"That was some question, my lover" Eric asked me when I had to pull back for breath.

"Well, in that case" I said. "I have got loads more questions for you". And then I pushed him back onto the sofa, and climbed up on top of him, attacking his lips with my own once more.

So, once again I know that this one was more than a little short, but there might be another chapter for one of my stories being posted later on, if I can find some more time to sit and write! What are your thoughts, let me know …