A/N: Thanks to DaniD32, murgatroid-98, Vampfan4, and Ophelia Weasley for reviewing. Kay I totally lied, I had this done about four hours after the last posting, but I had to go to bed, so enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Southern Vampire Mysteries or True Blood. Though, if I did…. Well… you know how that shit works out.

Crossing the Line

They. Were. Back. I felt a bit of relief as well as absolute joy rush through me as I saw dark blue surrounding a majority of the crowd that had gathered at the stage. Really I had no idea why I chose to sing Avenged Sevenfold's "Scream." But it had seemed to do something for me…

The auras were back. I felt a grin pull across my face as the contentment and in some cases the arousal mixed into it was as visible to me as Hanska's smirk on his face. I could have whooped with the thrill that was going through me, but immediately pulled it in as a frown soon took my face. With out the auras I could play off being a normal human cause I couldn't read emotions… now I would have to act as though I couldn't read them.

The flaw in the entire situation of me getting back my auras came and hit me in the face like a pie to a clown at the circus.

Shit. I slowly relaxed though, maybe it would help me out either way, I could touch vaguely close, but never on the dot with reacting. I wouldn't let myself… I would have to learn a different control than reacting in response to the emotions… I would have to do the opposite of appease them back to contentment.

I ran a hand over my face in a movement of perhaps wiping sweat off my forehead; really I was covering my eyes for the moment then stared at the auras surrounding the people before looking over towards Eric. I really didn't want to see his… that dark blue was there too… speaking of which, why the hell had that happened? I was used to it, but I was always curious was to why I made people calm the hell down… and apparently turn them on. Shaking my head lightly inwardly I continued as I looked at the vampire who was watching me with a narrowed stare.

Brown and white were in the dark blue of his, he was puzzled and more than likely confused, maybe he was pondering… I didn't know exactly but I wouldn't do much about it. I tried to think of the next song but found my mind drawing blanks before I looked over at the man beside me, I think his name was Larry or something… I opened my mouth to ask him what he wanted to play but there was that damn brown red color again… he was staring at my ass.

Prick! Annoyance immediately went through me before I blinked… I felt more confident with the reappearance of those wonderful objects. Shutting my eyes though I let out a breath. Soon I felt my annoyance drift with each breath I took before I concentrated on something different.

Right now was not the time to see if I could turn off the sight… but later perhaps when I was staring at Eric for a while I could try.

Smiling I opened my eyes and turned back to the microphone only to stop as they were gone now. Frowning I tried to bring them back, I concentrated on wanting to see them and blinked as that dull glow of them came back…

I had control?

…How?

Shaking my head visibly this time to focus my attention back on my audience I started the next song.

It was like one of those ridiculous cartoons he had seen, a shock crossed his senses and he immediately looked at the teenager as her hand had grasped the microphone and she began a new song. The empathic human still at the bar as he looked over his shoulder at him was grinning. Ignoring the pull on his mind that her voice as it sang brought, he turned and moved towards the man. His eyes twinkling with something as he finally came to stop standing at almost exact height with him. Eric was just a little taller.

"What did you do?" He growled. The Indian descendant looked at him for a moment and rose a brow at him.

"Do, vampire?" Tilting his head the human gained a quizzical look, "You talkin' about the electricity the little beam up there managed?"

"Beam?" Eric questioned now frowning, the man nodded lightly.

"Moon beam, little moon beam. You askin' about the shock?"

"…" There was no reply as the vampire thought that it was pretty damn obvious that was exactly what he was talking about. The human simply smiled at him shaking his head.

"Not sure what it was must be good though."

He could have punched him! He had almost forgotten how he hated dealing with the majority of humans and now he was reminded of why. Slowly he forced himself to regain his calm now and shut his eyes and then looked at him with a harsh glare. He relaxed though and smiled as he leaned forward, "Tell me…" His voice wrapped in glamour.

He felt something like a child's tantrum in his head as the human continued to grin from ear to ear with his odd canines but ignored him now looking back at the stage as the males were swaying and moving but also smelled of lust and relaxation. Their female companions also moving forward with that same daze. Well, some of them, others looked rather upset…

"She's made a little bit of a bounce back… was all depressed, seems rather happy now… don't know if she could do that in front of a group of the undead…" The vampire snapped from his gaze and glared immediately at the human, "Not quite the same… "

"Do you always speak to a guest in such fashion?" He found himself murmuring very lightly as he took a drink from the cooled tru blood, scoffing immediately as he slammed it down. Hanska simply glanced back at him and looked him up and down then back ahead.

"No, just people I don't like."

These humans, they were all the same. Turning back to the crowd he blinked as she was eyeing them as she began the last of the song. As the last audible sound exited the stage she gave a bow of her head as the crowd erupted into applause before she quickly unplugged her guitar and ran from his sight. Feeling their bond for a moment he noticed something else was there and tried to look into it. What he ran into was a large wall, he looked off to where she had ran and immediately followed.

I was in what Hanska called the dressing room, when the bastard entered. I was happy that whole wave of feminine "Bitchiness" was back in my system as I slowly turned to him and blinked. I didn't look at his shoulder as I made eye contact with him and he shut the door quietly behind him.

"…You seem to have a gift for getting the crowd's attention." I watched him slowly move to the couch as he said this; my eyes remained on him now before I simply shrugged. "It would be useful in my bar…" I tensed at this immediately and clenched my hand onto the counter in front of me and slowly relaxed as I stared at the mirror back at him.

He was watching me now, lips a simple line, I could see his aura like this but I found I didn't really care for the moment. The absence of them had made them less important through the stress and fear that had been in me… now that they were back…

Well I guess that was it, they were back, I could see what he was really feeling and I could navigate my way through a situation. A logical part had come back in me with this realization though…

Just because I could tell didn't mean it mattered. Because Eric didn't play a situation by his emotions... he was scary like that. He was playing by… he was playing what he wanted. That was how he was, he wanted me and he played into it, I wondered what he was feeling at that time… I wasn't sure I wanted to fully know. So as I slowly turned to him I found myself leaning against the counter ignoring that I saw the white(1), magenta(2), and blue-green(3) moving around him. "I would rather not sing for your bar."

"…Oh really now? This is new." His voice was on the edge of sarcasm but he sounded intrigued to me. I couldn't help but see that he was and fought back the soft want to frown. "What brought about this change of attitude."

I forced my mind to stomp down before I paused and then blinked. No.

Smiling lightly I watched the curiosity flare before continuing, "Because I don't want to be drunk from by a bunch of blood suckers." He was in front of me in an instant. Hand down on the mirror behind me and arm beside me. His head down in front of me.

"It's our agreement." He murmured softly, his breath brushed against my face and I slowly made eye contact with him. I watched his eyes widen as my hands came up and cupped his face. It was an intriguing prospect, and this new confidence felt wonderful before I patted them lightly.

"No. It is for YOU to." I brought them back down as he stared wide-eyed at me. "Not for vampires to, just you. Remember?" He leaned back, his eyes narrowing now and black flashed, then I grunted as pain flooded through my cheek.

That bastard….

Hit Me? My hand came up slowly and felt the tender spot before he spat, "Do not disrespect me girl. I'm already frustrated and irritated with you!"

My head bowed and I felt my hand clench into a fist, hit him, beat him, shake him, stab him, stake him! FUCK HIM UP! My mind shrieked before I slowly looked up. My teeth ached, the canines in particular as I felt the odd urge to bite, scratch and thoroughly beat the shit out of him.

I tried to find an insult that would amount to what I was feeling right now, to how angry I was, to how I wanted to make him feel what I had been feeling for the past two weeks, to how sad I was at everything that happened, to how much I wanted to cry, I needed to be held. Something that would take up everything… instead I simply stared at the ground for a while before I found my solution.

I gave the vampire a good kick in the sack, watching his eyes widen and his form fall to the ground. When his hand moved, I stomped on it again and smiled down at him as his face was flushed with pain as he stared up at me, eyes wide and aura black. I simply felt the satisfaction of seeing him in pain flood over me, and then paused. He was angry, that was obvious but my mind was telling me right now, I wasn't allowed to run.

Him hitting me was far worse than anything he'd done before. Particularly when all I did was pat his cheek. I guess him throwing me in the basement was worse, but right now...

Well fuck then, right now was now. A hand came forward and I brought my hand up to stop it. Pain ripped through my wrist as his hand clenched onto it and yanked me forward. I let out a snarl and his mouth slammed down onto my neck.

Pain followed through it and I stilled for a moment before I opened my mouth and felt his mouth release as I bit down. A growl had formed in my chest as my nails dug into his back. The behemoth of a vampire had began to cough and seemed surprised before I wrapped my arms around him instinctively and my knee slammed into his abdomen.

I didn't expect it to work, but he slumped and I let go, staring down at him I stared silently at him as he was limp, then looked around. He had no aura, I shoved him onto his back and simply found myself staring at his eyes wide and his mouth open lightly, blood flowing from his neck…

"…." Did I just Kill Eric? Fear took over me for a moment, and then numbness again before a hissing was exiting the man as he lay on the floor. His hand came up and pressed to his skin where I bit and I bit my lip only for blood to flow from him. I fought back a scream as I was shoved down onto the floor, pinned underneath him as he grabbed my hands while I let out a snarl and bucked, starting to struggle. The back of his hand snapped onto the side of my face and I fought back a cry as my foot came and slammed into the back of his neck.

"Knock. It. Off!" He hissed and then his hand raised. I let my head move and catch it, biting down immediately ignoring as blood flowed into, over, and around my mouth. I didn't swallow; I tore, ripped, mauled, and snarled. My mind going into nothing but a frenzy of anger and animalistic rage before his hand ripped away, thoroughly bloody and finding itself wrapped around my throat. I was cut off from my air soon enough and felt my body forced to slowly stop struggling. I wanted to shriek at him but my hands clawed at his single one around my wrists.

Then I stilled as my vision was getting fuzzy, it was then he released and I gasped for air as he lifted lightly, my form turned to crawl away from him but his weight crashed down onto my backside and held me still as I held my head to the floor in a mixture of wanting to cry, wanting to scream, and wanting to hide somewhere.

I also wanted to get the blood off me, but that was different. I could practically feel the anger radiating off of him, his fingers were up and in my hair, about to move through it and no doubt yank it, pull as he would. Then I slowly shut my eyes and felt my form forcibly relax. He didn't move and neither did I as his hand simply remained bunched where it was. The quiet held for to long before his voice broke it.

"Are you done?"

He hadn't expected her to get so angry, nor for her temper to be so explosive… in fact it was almost interesting for that to happen to him… the anger was still her system so fresh and going so strong he could almost taste it… his eyes drifted to her own and lifted her hair so he could see it. Pulling her hair away from the bite and her face he stared at the single gray orb that was staring into his holding such a fire….

Now where had she been hiding all that? He had stopped breathing but moved his hand down to her side and then slowly pulled her over onto her back. Hitting was out of the question apparently, he didn't like what had happened but he was not going to play for the moment at these feelings. His hand came down onto her face lightly covering it and feeling her hard breathing against it before his mouth came down his tongue moved down over her chin. The mixture of his blood and hers was sweet… he felt her flinch away and move to struggle from his grasp before he held her face lightly in his hand. There was no movement as this happened before he murmured simply, "Are you afraid?"

Her eyes flicked up and stared at him, he blinked as he slowly leaned forward hovering above her as he noticed the red had become permanent around her eyes. Her head then slammed up against his. He didn't feel much pain but heard her let out a groan as she fell back against the floor. His hand released hers and he simple watched her for a few more moments before getting to his feet and pulling her up as he sat down on the couch he had been sitting on before.

Soon she sat across his thighs and stared for a few moments before letting his mouth come down onto her neck. He licked the blood away silently, ignoring her confusion and her tensing as he kept a hand on her hip to keep her to him. He blinked for a moment as he moved for the blood around her mouth before her hand planted on his face refusing him. He slowly reached up, grasping hold of her hand and staring for a moment as she continued to watch him.

Caution, anger, hate, fear, and a hurt pride stared at him through her eyes. His fingers came up and brushed over her lids before he sighed and let her move away. And she did, rather quickly to the other side of the room towards the bathroom attached. Slowly he moved after her and got a door in the face… he wasn't quite sure he liked that but his hand came up and with a shove the door gave. He saw her stare quietly up at him from the mirror, eyes narrowed and breathing heavy before she moved away from him again. His hand came out and grabbed her hand.

"LET GO OF ME!" Was the shriek he got but quietly he yanked her to him and drug her out kicking and screaming anyways. His eyes lidded before he sighed looking down at her. She was hysterical… he wouldn't hit her again either as that would turn out badly. His solution was to grasp her jaw and force her to stare up at him. Her reply was to shut her eyes tightly and shake.

He growled inwardly as he was trying to think of a way that was now going to make her calm down with out actually having to physically do anything. He felt through the bond and then frowned, as all he got back was panic and yes, fear. He supposed if he had just done more than enough to warrant his own death, he might have been afraid too…

He let his head come down and rest against her own and felt her still immediately. The shaking continued as he let his eyes shut and a sigh exited him. There was a change in the bond immediately as the confusion began to ebb through the panic, his eyes remained shut as he felt her own on his. He slowly reached forward and let go of her wrists, feeling her hand immediately on his chest and trying to push him away. His hands how ever moved onto her shoulders.

Then up her face and into her hair. He followed the same movements he had seen the Indian do and felt her form naturally start to relax but that pushing was still there before he opened his eyes and slowly locked gazes with her. He felt his breath exit him as he looked at the bruising beginning on her cheek and found that he rather didn't like to see something of his tarnished as such. Standing up straight away from her and keeping his head down as he stared at the eyes still holding an almost panicked glaze to them before he let out a low breath for what felt like the 100th time tonight.

Why was he so calm? I didn't know whether to be wary or fearful, was he gonna come back and hit me or was he gonna continue to stand there all cool and composed simply staring at me. His fingers drawing through my hair again and again almost continuing to make me concerned. I took a step back from him only for on of his hands to move and rest on the back of my neck. The blood around my neck, mouth, and chin, probably on my cheeks to was starting to get itchy. I shivered as I stared at him before he murmured very quietly, "I'm not going to hit you again Kylie. Calm down."

I didn't know whether to feel offended or confused. I also didn't know if I wanted to run or cry….

My knees gave out as I simply stared at the floor, nothing I did, nothing besides maybe staking him in his sleep, which I wasn't going to do as it was too cowardly, was going to stop him. I couldn't hurt him, well, I could but it wouldn't do any good. And I was finding myself spiraling down ward bit by bit.

Hands rested on my shoulders and pulled me up, I fought back a cry and bit hard on my lip. A hand came down and slowly moved to my chin lifting it and I shut my eyes as his mouth came. A warm tongue moving over the wound again before he mumbled, "Stop that…" The bleeding had stopped. His mouth moved down to the bite on my neck and I immediately stilled, his tongue moved over it to before he reached up and bit down on his finger. I grunted as it was stuck in my mouth with a simple order to suck.

In my confusion I obeyed before after a few seconds he withdrew his finger and stared at me quietly. His eyes lidded and aura white as well as a gray(4) touching the edges. His hand ran through my hair starting from the front of it and down my scalp to the back of my head as I spotted a little amber, almost green(5) near his neck. "Go wash your face off. I'll wait for you outside at the car." I watched him walk away and the door shut quietly behind him.

My mind stopped as he disappeared from my sight, then I looked down at the ground as I felt confusion… but not my own. My eyes narrowed as I poked and prodded at this feeling and then hovered around it in thought. Was it his? I didn't know as I walked to the bathroom, something had just happened…

As I grabbed the soap and turned the water on hot I decided that I would try and figure it out later.

A/N: Alright! So Eric is still Mr. Fuckwad but he's not completely Mr. Fuckwad. His transition WILL Be slow and he WILL Still be an ass… eh, he's Eric though, so nobody forget this, and don't think he's all nice and happy still….

He's still got a shit long way to go.

Now for the numbers, there are lots of emotions according to the website I'm using that these colors could go by, so these are the colors I'm making them match to.

(1)White - Pensive

(2)Magenta – Unanswered questions/ curious

(3)Blue-Green - Puzzled

(4)Amber green – Uneasy/Troubled

(5)Gray – Cool/Neutral

Those that I was just too damn lazy to go back and put numbers too.

Brown – Puzzled/Unexplored

Dark blue – Content

Red-brown – Aroused/Allured/Awe-struck/Excited/ In love