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

Lily's POV:

It took him a few nights before he requested my presence. His errand boy said dinner. I'm guessing that's code for fucking so I slipped on a copper colored tank, black paneled mini skirt that sits low on my hipbones, and my black crystallized six inch stilettos.

No bra and definitely no need for panties.

I walked into the club and was surprised to find it empty all except an older blonde, whom I recognized the other night as a waitress.

"You must be Lily." she said in a thick southern accent. "He said you know where his office at."

I nodded, making my way down the hall, to his office.

I walked in slowly, keeping my eyes on Eric who was seated behind his desk. I closed the door with my hip as I tossed my clutch onto the leather couch on my right. I lift the hem of my tank and exposed my flat stomach just before lifting it up and over my head. I added it to the couch. Then I placed both my hands on the side of my hips and slipped my mini skirt down my thighs as it dropped to my feet. I stepped out of it, standing there, locking gazes.

"I know you want me Mr. Northman." I whispered, flashing him my fangs. "But what will Isabelle think?"

Like I really give a fuck?

He cleared his throat as he placed both hands on the top of his desk, standing to his feet. "What she doesn't know wont hurt her." he said as he straightened up, hands falling to his sides.

And there's the green light that I've been waiting for.

I walked around his desk with nothing but my stilettos on. I gripped the band of his pants and partially removed his belt as my tongue traced his lips.

"Fuck me." I said as I turned around, bent over his desk, propping myself up on my elbows.

He let out a low growl as he slapped my ass. He pushed down on my back, forcing my breasts to rest on his desk as he used his right foot to spread my legs even wider.

Seconds after the sound of his pants hitting the floor, he was in me, fucking me harder than I've ever been fucked before. He gripped my shoulders, thrusting in deep. For a moment, he released me, spreading my cheeks, making sure he was in as deep as he was allowed. Then with one hand he wrapped his hand around my hair and pulled as he rode me like an untamed lion.

I slammed my palms hard onto the desk as I screamed out my moans, gripping anything. Frustrated, I swept his desk clean with one hand and gripped the corners. I could feel the wood cracking under my grip so I pushed the desk forward.

Caught by surprised, Eric pulled out. Within seconds, I flipped him onto his desk and jumped on riding him like an angry bull. I found his hands and pinned them above his head as I bit into him.

Displeased with my unauthorized feeding, we took flight into the air as he pinned me to the ceiling with me on the bottom but technically still on top.

He has power…hmm.

I pulled away, sucking in an unnecessary breath as I felt the ceiling begin to crack beneath me. He continued his speeding thrusts as he slammed me against the ceiling. Then seconds later, it was his turn to bite into me, feeding viciously from my left shoulder.

I moaned loudly as I pushed him off of me. He landed back on his desk but rolled off before I could fall onto him. My fall is what caused his desk to finally fall to pieces. Of course that didn't hurt as much as one would think.

My eyes darted for him as I stood up quickly, stalking him as if he was my prey. I pinned him against his office door as I forced my tongue down his throat. I gripped his hair within my fingers. He flipped me over, pinning me against the door as he lift me up. Continuing where we had left off, he rammed me wildly as he broke away from my lips to fill his mouth with my breast. I clawed at his back and shoulders as I arched my back.

"Harder!" I screamed as I bit into his chest.

With pain brought pleasure and moans of satisfaction. Its as if we sang a song, so hard and edgy, and yet somewhat bittersweet. We were alike in many ways and yet somehow different. I was fire to his ice, he was rain to my heat wave and the music we were making was warming him to the core.

Like yin and yang, opposites and yet balanced halves of one whole.

Then he squeezed my ass and went even faster and harder.

I never knew that sex between two vampires was going to be like this. Its as if time had slowed down for us as we tangled within one another. Our sexual appetite was a bottomless pit, a hall with no end, a battery that just keeps going and going.

Or maybe he was making up for lost time just as I.

It would be hours before we finally reached the top and when we did, I felt my insides fill with Eric. He quenched that thirst that I've been searching for, longing for.

He is the cure to my dry spell.

I collapsed against the cool leather couch as he stood up, slipping into his jeans.

"Is this is what its like?" I asked with the biggest smile on my face as I let out a breath.

He looked at me sideways, "What is what like?"

I ran a hand down the center of my body, "Sex with a vampire."

He turned to me, brow raised. "This was your first?" he asked, surprised.

I winked at him, "You sound surprised."

He stepped back and leaned against the wall as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Letting out a short laugh, he said, "Not even with your maker?"

I licked my lips, "One of the many pleasures he deprived me of."

The door to his office swung open as his blonde sidekick walked in, mentally taking note of the damage before her.

"What the fuck happened here?" she groaned just before her eyes landed on me. "Oh…" her lips curved into a grin as she waved her pointer to me. "…you, my baby vamp, give meaning when men call women tornadoes." She turned to Eric, "Your flight to New York is in two hours. Did you forget about that charity event?"

"Fuck." he growled.

Yup, I got to him. Time to go.

I stood up, gathering my things. "See you around." I said as I walked into the hall, tossing my clutch to the side.

I dusted off my skirt before slipping it back on. Then I grabbed my top and did the same.

"You know, that little number you did the other night?" the blonde sidekick asked as she walked pass me.

I nodded, "Yeah, what about it?"

"Was you a stripper before being turned? Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against a woman making money." she said, winking at me. "But I was thinking that since New Years Eve is about a month and a half away, you could stick around and entertain the crowd."

I bent over and grabbed my clutch, "I was never a stripper, I just took a few stripper classes and visited a few strip clubs." I paused. "And as far as entertainment goes…" I shrugged, "…I'll think about it."

So not happening.

"Think about this then…" she whispered, "…maybe you could teach me how to work those thighs some time."

I smiled, "Are you hitting on me?"

"Pam!" Eric called from his office.

She sighed, "Be right there." she said, walking back towards the office.

I began walking down the hall, shaking my head.

Vampires are the horniest creatures alive. I thought to myself just as I stepped through the archway and nearly ran into a dark haired man.

He watched me with curious eyes, "Excuse me."

I walked pass him, "You're excused." then I paused. "Hey, is there a bathroom that I can use or something?"

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" he asked.

I put a hand on my hip, "Well I could ask you the same thing." I said, rolling my eyes. "Didn't you hear? I'm the new stripper for New Years Eve."

"Eric hired a stripper?" he laughed softly, "There's a restroom down that other hall."

"Thanks." I said, turning on heel.

Stripper my ass.

Eric's POV:

The door to my office swung open as Pam walked in, mentally taking note of the damage before her.

"What the fuck happened here?" she groaned just before her eyes landed on Lily. "Oh…" she paused, grinning as she waved her pointer. "…you, my baby vamp, give meaning when men call women tornadoes." Then she turned to me, "Your flight to New York is in two hours. Did you forget about that charity event?"

How did I forget about that?

"Fuck." I growled as I searched the office for my clothes.

Bella.

"See you around." I heard Lily say.

"What the fuck happened? Were you fighting or fucking?" Pam asked, curious. "Or both?"

I pushed whatever remained of my desk aside and found my shirt, "Pam, I thought I told you to call me?" I groaned as I slipped on my shirt.

She sat on the leather couch and inhaled, "I did call you. Several times." she grinned at me. Then she bent over and lift half of my phone. "Well…this explains it." she chuckled.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds, "This charity is only one night. I can do without a phone for a few hours."

"Wow, she was that good?"

"Is there a car waiting?" I asked, ignoring her question.

"As you requested." she said, standing to her feet. "I'll be right back." and walked out of my office.

I took that moment to lean against the wall and release a sigh that I've been holding in.

What the fuck was that?

Almost two months ago Lily had tried to kill Bella. A woman that I somewhat feel attached to. And now she's here, fucking me?

Why?

"-visited a few strip clubs." Lily paused. "And as far as entertainment goes…" A short pause. "…I'll think about it."

What is Pam up to?

"Think about this then…" Pam whispered, "…maybe you could teach me how to work those thighs some time."

"Are you hitting on me?"

She wastes no time.

"Pam!" I called.

She sighed, "Be right there."

When she appeared in the doorway, I shook my head.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know about you but I really enjoyed that show she had put on the other night. It would be a shame if we pass up the opportunity to liven up New Years Eve."

"She's mine." I warned her. Then I took a really good look around my office. Damn it. "When I return make sure everything is replaced and back to the way it was."

She laughed, "So you could repeat that sexual fiasco with her?"

"Pam."

Bill walked in with raised brows, "Did that stripper you hired do all this?"

"Stripper? What stripper?"

Pam grinned up at him, "Yes."

"The blonde vampire I just met. She said she's the new stripper you hired."

I rolled my eyes, "She's not a stripper, just crazy."

"They fucked." Pam added.

Bill glanced around the room, "Well that explains the smell."

"If you need to reach me, you know where to call." I said to them just before walking out.

Lily's POV:

I waited another week before being certain that I had Eric exactly where I wanted him. I wanted to be sure that this sexual relationship we were building would later serve purpose.

All in good timing.

"I'm leaving tomorrow evening." I told him as I buttoned up my dress.

"Where?"

I glanced back at him and smiled, "Nowhere important."

"If its Bella you seek, I suggest you erase that thought from your mind."

If only you knew.

I sat back on the bed, "Don't worry. I don't know where she is and I don't intend to find her." I told him. "Ever."

She will be the one coming to me.

"I find it hard to believe that you've had a sudden change of heart. It wasn't not too long ago that you nearly killed her."

I tucked my left leg under me as I turned to fully face him, "I don't expect you to believe anything that I have to say. I don't deserve your trust." I said, soft and sweet. "But since we are on the subject, why do you seem to find any reason to bring her up?"

He shrugged, "We aren't discussing this." he half growled as he stood up, sheet falling from his naked body. "When should I be expecting your return?"

I looked down at my hands, "Who said that I was even coming back?" I asked, turning to him.

His head half turned my way as he slipped his jeans over his bare ass. "You came to town only to seek to bed me?"

"Why not? This wouldn't be the first time I shared any man with Bella."

Within seconds, he had his hands around my throat as he pinned me against the bed where moments earlier we were as one.

"Is this another scheme to get back at her?" he growled as he flashed me his fangs.

"Maybe I like the thrill of knowing my life is at your mercy and that at any moment you could end it." I whispered. "If you doubt me so, kill me. Months ago you wouldn't have hesitated. Don't you dare stop now."

I wasn't trying to gain his pity. I meant every word. Call me suicidal, call me crazy, but this isn't the life that I imagined for myself. I cant see myself still on this earth, out living everyone I knew, everyone I loved.

Not even my son.

I couldn't even bare the thought of having my son seeing me like this.

I will walk into the sun before seeing the fear in his eyes.

He laughed at me, "Is this what you want? You want me to kill you?" he asked as he released me. He stood up, shaking his head, "You're still young with room to grow."

I looked up at the ceiling. "You would be doing me a huge favor."

"Don't think I've gone soft just because we fucked. But you wont die at my hands unless you attempt another-"

I rolled off the bed, "I don't intend to kill her, don't worry. That train has long since passed." I said, glaring out of the window.

Why kill her? Her suffering will end with her last breath.

"I must ask you this. Why?"

I glanced back at him, "Why what?"

"Bella never explained to me why you were trying to kill her."

I laughed softly, "I tried to kill her because if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be this…" I said, placing a hand on my chest. "…I wouldn't be standing here, with you, craving for blood." I whispered, turning back to the window. "And my last sunset wouldn't have such tainted memories."

"There's more to being a vampire than just killing."

I scoffed, "Its different for you. You don't know the plans that I've made, the dreams-"

"Adapt, just as I've done for over a thousand years."

My head whirled in his direction, "You've been a vampire for over a thousand years?" I asked, in awe.

"You sound surprised." he stated as he slowly paced the room.

"Of course." Just then his phone ringed. I nodded, "Don't explain, just go."

I was use to this sort of thing with vampires. I mean my vampire daddy had a similar routine.

"I want to see you before you leave tomorrow evening." he said just before disappearing into the night with the rest of his clothes in hand.

I knew that choosing to leave a night earlier was the smarter thing to do. If Eric had found out what it was that I was truly planning, he would probably stop me.

And like hell will Ryan slip through my fingers once again.