I do not own any of the True Blood characters, just my own!! Read and review if you kindly would. I heart them!! Thanks to the regulars who have been sticking with me as well!! You guys are great!

This was written as I was suffering through the joy of bronchitis, but also from complete boredom. A certain fanfic writer knows JUST how bored I was, don't you? Poor girl! So I took the time to write, and I hope it came out as something that made some sense to you. I missed Genevieve and she was calling to me in my delirious state of mind.

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Genevieve woke up in a haze, not remembering even falling asleep. She felt the arm around her waist, and stroked the velvet skin softly for a moment as she tried to think for a moment. He moved behind her, and then she remembered. Nora was dead, gone forever. She gasped and felt his arm tighten around her as he pulled her closer. "Genevieve." Eric whispered gently into her ear, and she struggled against his grip. "Calm down."

"She's gone." Genevieve stammered, and he kissed her head gently. "I didn't see her after that night. I never will again. I can't go to her funeral." She felt the hunger then, and lurched forward a bit. "Oh, god."

"I will get you a bottle of blood." Eric assured her, and was back in an instant as he knelt by the bed. He handed it to her and she drank it desperately. He stared into her eyes with a slight sadness, and she gazed at him as she tried to regain control of her senses. "You were very upset last night, Genevieve. I understand that, but you need to get a hold of yourself." There was a tone of authority to his tone and she let her surprise show in her face.

"Am I suddenly just your little vampire?"

"You know better than that." His voice was that of a gentle scolding, and she looked away from his stern eyes. "I love you, and you know that. I also know what a fragile state you're in right now, and that you hold a certain amount of……hatred for me, as it were. I cannot allow disrespect of me as your maker, and you need to also think about taking care of yourself. You could easily stop feeding your needs and you are far too new for that. I don't want you out there on a manic killing spree, but I want you to do what you have been doing, Your progress was admirable until this setback." He stroked her hair back, and she looked at him indignantly.

"Why do I suddenly feel like I am five years old again" Genevieve asked, sitting up and tossing her hair over her shoulder. She stood up and went to the kitchen for another bottle, staring out the window at the darkening sky. She felt little hope for her existence at that moment, and she tried to sort out her thoughts. She felt the pain of loss hit her again, and she sighed. Poor Nora. She had seemed to want to accept the new Genevieve, but it had been forever changed between them. Genevieve swallowed the last of the blood and set it on the counter. She felt the presence behind her, as well as the torment of emotions that he was suffering at that moment. "Here to yell at me some more?"

"I mean it in a positive way." Eric told her, and she turned her head to look at him. She felt a hint of the familiar desire beginning and their eyes locked. "I didn't like hearing you say that you hate me."

"I barely remember saying it at all." Genevieve admitted, and he nodded slowly.

"Trust me. I was there."

"I got it. I'm sorry. Whatever." Genevieve said, looking out of the window again.

"Will you be joining me at the bar tonight?" Eric asked her, and she shook her head slowly.

"Not right away, at least, I want to go by the apartment." Genevieve replied, swallowing the lump in her throat. "They'll be cleaning it out soon, and I would like some things."

"Want me to accompany you?" Eric asked her, and she glanced at him. "You might be a bit fragile to be there alone."

"I am sure that it'll be empty. It has been a few days, I just need some of my important mementos and something to remember Nora by."

"As you wish." Eric told her, and she felt him staring at her. "I do love you, Genevieve."

"I know that." She looked down and he left the room quickly. She heard the water of the shower, and she crossed her arms tightly. She went for a walk while he got ready to go to the bar, and found the house empty upon her return. She took a long shower, regretting letting him leave in a way. She dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, pulling on some simple converse for the evening. Genevieve left her hair in curls and wore no make up, grabbing her old set of keys on the way out. She drove her car fast down the small highway, looking regretfully at places of her past. She turned onto the familiar street and slowed down as she approached her old home. It was free of cars and the lights were out, but she parked a small distance away under some trees anyway. Genevieve got out and walked slowly to the door, glancing around before she unlocked the door. She walked in and closed it quickly, thankful for her better eyesight as she locked the door. She looked around and felt a strong sense of sadness in the apartment. She saw everything that reminded her of the years spent with her best friend, and a tear slid down her cheek. It looked as though there were some boxes around but nothing had been packed yet. She slowly picked one up and walked into her room, looking around it slowly. She looked at the pictures on the walls as memories flooded her brain, taking them down one by one. She added them to the box and looked around to see what else she needed. Genevieve set the box down and sat on the bed, feeling the tears coming. She rested her head in her hands and let them fall, careful not to make a mess as she grabbed an old tee shirt from the bed. She heard an door and looked up suddenly, moving quickly into the closet. Lights went on around the rooms, and she listened carefully.

Sam's familiar whistle filled the apartment, and she almost relaxed. She heard him moving about the rooms, but avoiding hers. She stood quietly, and then heard his crying echoing down the hallway. Genevieve felt his pain and opened the closet slowly, stepping out to go to him. She knew that she was feeling things that she need not be when approaching a vulnerable human, but his grief was strong. She stood in her doorway and realized that he was in the living room. She walked quietly as only a vampire could, and saw him on the couch. "Sam."

He jumped and turned around, staring at her in shock. "Viv?"

"It's me."

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked her, his shocked eyes taking in her appearance.

"I was…..getting some things if mine and just remembering." Genevieve replied, walking slowly to him. "Don't be scared of me."

"Really?" Sam asked, and she nodded. She sat by him on the couch, and pulled him to her for a hug. He relaxed after a moment and she stroked his hair. "I thought I was alone here. I have been holding it together around people, but I miss her. We were talking about getting back together when this happened."

"It is OK to cry, Sam. I have been as well, and I am not supposed to have feelings." Genevieve told him, and he pulled away to look at her red streaked face. "This is how I cry tears now."

"Did you want this?" Sam asked her, and she let out a small laugh.

"I don't think be believes I did a lot of the time. He had no choice, as I was dying in his office and he didn't want me to. Shockingly, I pissed off the vampire queen. This is what I got out of it. I have not had much chance to realize if I am……happy about it? I don't know." Genevieve said slowly, and looked down. "The last time I saw Nora is when she learned. I'll never forget her face, Sam."

"She was upset about it, Viv. I spent that night with her, and she was not handling it well." Genevieve glanced at him, and he stared at her. "Wow. You look really different, Viv. Good though."

"Not tonight." Genevieve said, and shook her head. "I am a….mess." She felt the slight ebbing of hunger, and closed her eyes. Not Sam. She opened her eyes again and looked around the place. "So you're cleaning it up?"

"I am helping her parents. Take what you want of your things, and I can donate the rest, I am not sure what you need living with him." Sam said, and she looked at him. Eric and Sam had had issues in the past, and she saw the dark look in his eyes. "Is he good to you?"

"He does just fine, Sam. We are probably not on the best of terms right now, but I'll get through this." Genevieve said, and he touched her face. She jumped a little and stared at him, and he gazed into her eyes. She could glamour him so easily and just get her fix, but she took his hand away from her face.

"I feel so alone without her." Sam told her, the tears sliding down his face again.

"I do as well, Sam." Genevieve said, hugging him again. She comforted him until he was fit to work, and stayed and helped him pack stuff up. She took some things from Nora's room that meant something to her. She grabbed the Islanders jersey that had been worn to many a game, some pictures of the two of them, a necklace that she had given Nora for her birthday, and their favorite CD that they had listened to repeatedly. She went back into her room and packed up the things that she did want to keep, adding them to the single box that she had grabbed. Sam seemed to want to leave, and she looked around. "Want me to help you another night?"

"That would be great." Sam told her, and she smiled a wan smile. "Tomorrow?"

"Sure thing." They hugged each other again and he held her tighter.

"I wish that you were still at the bar. I miss you." Sam told her, and she smiled. "We were so worried when you disappeared, but Sookie told me what happened."

"Yeah. I figured." Genevieve told him, and they shared a look. They left the apartment together and she walked to her car, glancing back at him slowly. The hunger was strong now, and she was struggling with the desire that was racing with it. She reminded herself to take advantage of Eric, whatever their terms of the moment were. She put the box into the car and started it, nearly driving off of the road when she saw the lone man hitchhiking. She pulled over with a warm smile and invited him into the car, knowing that she looked better after having cleaned herself up well. He got in and stared at her as she drove away, telling her that he was headed to Shreveport.

"Aren't you scared to pick up a stranger like this?" The blue eyes of the young man questioned her as well as his words, yet they were lit with interest.

"Aren't you scared to be alone in the car with a strange girl like this?" Genevieve asked him, and reached over to stroke his leg as she smiled slowly at him. She found a side street and pulled a far distance off of the road, barely having to glamour at all. She stood next to the trees as she gazed at his lifeless corpse on the ground afterward, her eyes regretful. She had not meant to do it. She kicked him down the hill with one solid movement and turned and walked away to her car. Genevieve left the scene quickly and drove past Fangtasia to her home, slipping into a hot bath gratefully. She heard the door and the soft footsteps coming towards her, and felt him standing there.

"How did the evening go?" Eric questioned her, and she felt her body tighten.

"I got what I needed, but I did save one need for you." Genevieve said softly, and looked over at him with a sideways glance. "If you'll have me, that is."

Eric met her gaze and unbuttoned his shirt slowly as she watched. She felt the need increasing as more clothes came off and she was losing control as he slid behind her into the tub. "You smell of a shifter." Eric told her, taking her hair to the side before he sank his teeth into her. She moaned at the intense sharpness of the pain, and her whole body tensed as her desire soared higher.

"Sam came to pack some stuff up. I helped him." Genevieve said in a whimper, and he took her arms in a firm grip. "Sam's a shifter?"

"I hope that is all." Eric told her, and she moved her body closer to him. "Yes, I knew it the first time I met him. It is a large part of the reason why I was unhappy he was touching you. I didn't know how much harm he was capable of, nor did I want anyone's hands on you but mine. Did you hurt him?"

"No. I cannot say the same for the poor hitchhiker on the way back." Genevieve said with some regret, and Eric sighed audibly. "I was hungry. I forgot to stop."

"Genevieve, what am I going to do with you? He will not be found, I trust?" Eric asked, and she shook her head as she slid her hands up his legs. He reacted immediately and she felt him slide his hands around the front of her body.

"Punish me." Genevieve suggested and he growled into her ear. She turned to face him and he kissed her fiercely as he yanked her to his body. She cried out as his hands raked over her back and lifted her over him, and as he drove himself inside of her deeply. She would have preferred more foreplay that just the bite, but she took him in as her cries echoed in the bathroom. She felt herself growing closer to completion and he took her harder and faster. He closed his eyes and silently finished right after her, and she fell into him. "Remind me not to put that off in the evening."

"We were at odds tonight." Eric said after a long moment of silence, and she met his eyes. "Are you better now?"

"I came to some peace tonight going there, but I still feel lost. We really are somewhat alone in this life, aren't we?" Genevieve asked him, and he nodded slowly. "Well, I do have you. Don't I"

"Yes, even though I have numerous roles with you now. Let's try to stay on the same level." Eric said to her in a serious voice, and she stared at him. "I am your maker, Genevieve. Do not forget that."

"I won't." She encircled her arms around his neck and met his lips hungrily, and he tightened his grip again. She pulled away just enough to look at him and smile. "I love you, Eric."

"I love you." His eyes met hers with a warm gaze, and their lips met again. They moved to their bed and made love many more times over the night before falling asleep.

Waking up was difficult every day as she faced her loss, but Eric was always there to keep her level. If she protested true blood, he would order her to drink it until she evened out. If she tried to deny her desire, he would also force that upon her and she would always give in on her own accord after just a few moments. Pam took turns with him on taking her out to feed, and the girls became a good team. Genevieve slowly overlapped Pam with her aggressive glamour, and the older vampire watched with a pleased smile as Genevieve eagerly initiated the feedings. One night they had met a man at a bar, and had followed him to his place. He was difficult to glamour, and would not keep his hands off of Genevieve. When he made his way under her skirt with his hands, she had a moment where she considered letting him continue. That evening with Eric had just not been enough, and she fought with her own control. Pam saw her struggle and leaned in to work her own glamour on him, which he finally succumbed to. Genevieve fed and his glamour was completed by Pam and they left. Genevieve stared out of the window as they drove, and Pam glanced over at her. "He would be really angry if that happened, wouldn't he?"

"Eric would not be pleased about it." Pam agreed, and Genevieve groaned. "But he was a new vampire once, Genevieve. He knows how it is, and how much worse it was for him. I am sure that he told you this before."

"Yes, he has."

"Sometimes your being so close to him is a real buzz kill." Pam said bitterly, and Genevieve stared at her. "I could have turned you myself, and you would be mine. You worry far too much right now."

"I can just imagine what that would entail." Genevieve remarked sarcastically, and the girls stared at each other for a moment. Pam's flawless face held a smirk, and Genevieve raised her eyebrow at her sister, as it were.

"You would love it." Pam assured her, and Genevieve shook her head. "Though I am sure Eric is quite content having you to himself to take out all of his needs and desires." They turned into the parking lot of Fangtasia, and Genevieve glanced at her face in the mirror. As they were walking to the back door, Genevieve's phone beeped and she grabbed it as they walked through the door quickly. It was a text from Eric, and her eyes widened as she stopped walking. She glanced at the office door and her face froze as Pam glanced back at her. "What is it, Genevieve?"

"The Queen is here. She is in the office." Genevieve whispered, and her eyes widened in fear. "What do I do now, Pam?"