Bring Me to Life

by Moonvale

An ancient vampire learns to trust a witch; a witch learns to trust an ancient vampire. They become lovers then companions, eventually friends and finally mates.

Bring Me to Life

Inspiration:

Evanescence – Bring Me to Life

Lords of Acid – Jazz Trippin'

Lords of Acid – Am I Sexy?

Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no monies from this.

The war was over but Hermione was having a hard time readjusting to normal life. Sitting in her office at the Ministry, Hermione couldn't help but wonder if this was all she would ever have. Where had her happiness gone? Where had her happily ever after disappeared to?

She was just so tired. The nightmares wouldn't let her get any rest. Her mind kept replaying the various events that had happened over too many years. She only slept in snippets, cat naps really. Hoping one day she would be able to close her eyes and see nothing. Her nightmares would become dreams again.

She couldn't shake having lost so many who were close to her. She wanted them all back, every last one of them but knew it was impossible. People couldn't come back from the dead. They were gone and she knew she should move on but it was hard when she couldn't shake seeing their lifeless forms lying all around her. No matter where she looked, they were there.

She felt hollow inside, lost, lonely. She felt nothing anymore, nothing but the cold darkness. Had she done too much? Heard herself be put down too many times to recover? She's had to kill, attempt to kill, lie, steal…so many negatives. Where had all her positivity gone to? Would she ever get it back? She had no answers to these questions and, it seemed, she wouldn't find them here at her dead end and boring job. She had thought going to work, creating a routine, would help her; help settle her mind but it hadn't. It had only increased her numbness. She wasn't sure she would ever feel anything ever again.

She was stuck in a dark place and unsure how to pull herself out of it. Everything she tried, to pull herself out of the funk she had fallen into, had done nothing to help; nothing to make her feel, nothing to make her days brighter. She had to find something to help her. Find something or someone who could pull her back to the surface and keep her from drowning. The darkness was starting to consume her.

None of her friends seemed to notice what was happening to her. Harry was busy with Ginny and starting his career of being an Auror. Ron, well he could jump into the Black Lake for all she cared. They had tried to date but within two weeks she had found him almost shagging an admirer on a dance floor in the new club that opened in Diagon Alley. He hadn't even had the decency to look abashed about being found out. So she had broken things off then and there. She had walked away feeling nothing. No anger. No hurt feelings. Nothing.

Everyone else was busy putting their own lives back in some order to concern themselves with hers. She couldn't hold them in ill regard. She knew they had been through their own trials the past few years. But it would be nice for someone to offer some sort of help, some offer of comfort to her. Someone who could see through the façade she was forced to wear. Notice that her smile never really reached her eyes or that her smile was a bit too tight or too large.

At the end of her rope, Hermione finally decided to leave her beloved country. Maybe somewhere new was what she needed. She knew it wouldn't hurt her any to try. She could meet new people; start having new and positive experiences without seeing the war's devastation all around her. Even though buildings had been repaired, they weren't the same. It was easy to spot the new work versus the original. She was glad, she truly was, that those structures had been put back together but they couldn't help her.

She needed to leave and leave she would. She gave her notice to her boss and then went to her flat to pack her things up. She would send Harry an owl when she figured out where to be but not until then.

Eric was tired of the life he was living. There had to be more than this. This was supposed to be the "modern" era but it seemed to be worse in some ways than what he had lived when he had been human; at least when he was human people actually talked to each other. Now it was all about emojis and texting. Humans rarely had get togethers anymore. He knew many things were better in today's world but many things had fallen to the wayside.

He thought Sookie would break the monotony and cure his boredom but she had failed. Yes, her scent was enticing to him and she was beautiful but that only distracted him for about a week or two before her attitude ruined it all. Well, that and Bill Compton. He tired quickly of her constant waffling and his interference. One minute she was interested in him and the very next, she was judgmental and bitchy towards him. He got enough of that from everyone else; he didn't need it from her too. He would do what he could to protect her as long as she lived in his area but outside of that, he was done with her; much to his child's relief.

The last few dealings he had had with Ms. Stackhouse he had kept professional. It was comical to watch her expressions when he stayed neutral with her. There would be no more bantering between them, sexual or otherwise. He wasn't sure she would even be worth the trouble to have her scan the bar's crowd a few times a week. They had been doing just fine before her; it might just be worth it to keep the contact to a minimum.

He needed something or someone to fill the void. He wanted someone to need him for him, not the pleasure he could give them, not his status in the hierarchy, or the backing of their business; just him, man and vampire. He'd been looking for this person for the last five hundred years. Surely they were out there, somewhere.

Eric knew he would continue to search and held out hope that he wouldn't have to wait another thousand years or more before he found them. He wouldn't care what gender they were, although he would prefer female but would accept a male if it meant true companionship. He wouldn't care what walk of life they were from, within reason of course. He just wanted someone to share his existence with so he could live it rather than just survive.

His ideal companion would be beautiful, inside and out. They would be intelligent, strong, loyal and a good conversationalist. He knew he wouldn't find such a being in his establishment. No, the patrons of his bar were none of the things he wanted and all the things he despised. He would have to look elsewhere and be prepared to wait however long it took; meanwhile he would have to keep his boredom from making him do something rash and stupid. Getting caught up in Sookie Stackhouse was a prime example of how much trouble boredom could get him into.

His maker had told him that he would know when his mate was found. The vampire in him would recognize them immediately. There would be no second guessing, no doubt. Eric just hoped it would happen soon. He missed his maker, but the longing he was feeling was different. Maybe he should pay a visit to Godric soon. Maybe that would help him break the dreadful cycle he was in.

Since Hermione no longer had a job she was able to take the time to look over a map to see if any one place struck her fancy. She considered Australia but quickly nixed it. Her parents had died there shortly after she had relocated them so that country was off the list. She only knew one other language, French, but she couldn't see herself in France either.

She wasn't in the mood to learn a new language so it would have to be an English speaking country. As her eyes scanned the map before her, they landed on the United States of America. Well, English was spoken there, though it was American English, it was still English. She had never been to the States before so that was a mark in its favor. She knew the country had fifty provinces, wait, they called them states, duh Hermione. Anyway, she figured she could find somewhere within those fifty states to stay for a while. The difficult part was where to start. How could she decide on a starting point?

Maybe she should just pin the map to the wall and throw a dart at it? Hmmm, that would work. Then she would go wherever the dart landed. It was as good as anything. She could even do it blindfolded, that way she definitely couldn't see where she was aiming, a true unbiased choice. With that figured out, Hermione promptly pinned the map to the wall, conjured a dart, covered her eyes (once she knew she would hit the map and not the ceiling or floor) and threw the dart.

When she walked up to see where it had landed, she read: Shreveport, Louisiana. Interesting. Well at least now she had a destination. All she would need to do was go to the Ministry to request a portkey. Hmm, she would rather not. They kept records in the Portkey Office, records she didn't want to have. It looked like some research would be in order. She needed to learn how to create her own portkey so there would be no one but her to know where she went.

Since it was the night she was supposed to go over to Grimmauld Place, Hermione decided she would sneak into the library there and see if the Blacks had any books on the subject. Harry had yet to actually clean out any books that would be considered dark, so maybe she would get lucky. Several hours later, Hermione floo'd back to her flat with a few books from Harry's library. She had asked him if she could borrow a few books and, of course, he had gave her permission to take whatever caught her eye, not bothering to inquire to which ones she wanted which she was grateful for.

Hermione spent the next few days reading through the books she had brought home. One was only vague in its information but the other two gave her plenty. She was able to learn what exactly went into making international portkeys. Leave it to the Blacks to know how to go anywhere they wanted without detection. Now she needed to find an object to use as the key itself, coordinates to a specific area and a way to make sure the area was clear. Well, all of that would be easy. The object would be an old bracelet she no longer wore. The area, well she would use the internet to look up Shreveport and the surrounding areas. After she figured out the spot she wanted to portkey to, she could use the internet again to see if there were any businesses nearby she could call to find out if it was clear or not.

A few days later found Hermione standing in a field just outside of Shreveport, Louisiana. As she looked around she felt like she was where she needed to be. That's not to say she felt any other kind of relief yet but it was a start; it gave her hope she was finally on the right path. Now she just needed to find her way into the city itself. Well, she'd just use a point me spell and follow its lead. When she finally made it to the outskirts of Shreveport, the night was just setting in and she was getting tired. Great, as if being in a new city in a new country wasn't bad enough, now it was getting dark and she was getting tired. Not a good mixture.

She decided to find a hotel to stay in for a few days, just until she adjusted to the time difference and found somewhere more permanent to stay at. As she didn't know the city well, Hermione thought to turn down an alley to get to a more active street. She had gone a few steps when she realized her mistake. There, in front of her and blocking the opening to the street, were about seven or so vampires. Wonderful.

When they took an interest in her, Hermione's alarm bells started blaring. Well, shite. Now how to deal with this mess? She didn't know the area enough to apparate anywhere. She couldn't very well just start casting spells; she couldn't afford for the MoM to trace her. As she stood there thinking of what to do, the group of vampires started walking her way. They went at a human pace, expecting her to be an easy mark. Well, they had another thing coming. As Moody had drilled into them: constant vigilance and NEVER underestimate your opponent, it could mean your death.

However, Hermione had a real problem; she was grossly outnumbered by inhumanly quick beings and tired, two things that wouldn't bode well for her. She was a powerful witch who had fought in a war but that didn't mean she would be able to take on so many at once and vampires at that. She knew spells that would take them out but a few of them she wouldn't do, not knowing if there were any innocent vampires around. She wouldn't risk ending anyone who wasn't a direct threat to her.

Her immediate reaction had been to cast a nonverbal shield around her person. Then she ran through the many spells she knew to find ones she could cast without causing undue injury to others. Just as she finished finding what she would use, they were upon her. Their laughter and jeers were so textbook "bad guy" it was sad. They surrounded her and started trying to get through her shield. When she started firing spells at them was when the aggression picked up a few notches. They apparently hadn't appreciated her ability to protect herself. Unbeknownst to them though was the more they hit her shield the quicker she felt her magic drain. If she couldn't figure something out soon, she would be dead…or worse. This was not how this trip was supposed to go.

Just as she was about to try something drastic, like the sunlight spell, consequences be damned; she saw a tall blonde vampire stop at the opening of the alley. She wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not but hoped it was. As he stood there, her eyes met his and she felt herself fall into their icy depths. She felt something she hadn't in too long… a connection, a lifeline. Could he be who or what she was looking for? She sorely hoped so. At the moment though, she just hoped he was friendly, that he would help her out.

Eric was sitting on his throne at Fangtasia, playing on his phone, ignoring the sycophants he was surrounded by or hissing at those who dared to come too close, when he got the sudden urge to walk the streets of his beloved city. He liked Shreveport, he really did. He had liked it since first stepping foot in it almost a century ago. His appreciation of the area was why he had offered to become a sheriff for Sophie Ann. He had set up here from the beginning and had yet to see a reason to change it.

After letting his child know he would be leaving the club for the night, Eric started his stroll. He hadn't walked the streets in a long time, it was overdue. He enjoyed walking around the city; it was a way to keep an eye on the goings on of the humans. Most vampires he knew about and kept an eye on them. He knew, for the most part, who all was in his area that were supes or vampires. He had eyes and ears all over so when he took his strolls it was to see what the humans had been up to.

However, on this particular night, Eric felt a pull in a certain direction. Having learned early in his vampirism to trust his instincts, Eric followed the pull. When he came across an alley, like any other in the city, Eric stopped. The pull was the strongest here. Why? As he gazed down the alley, he saw nine vampires circling a young woman. She seemed to be holding her own, surprisingly, but was tiring. It took a moment for Eric to recognize what she was.

She was a true witch. She was one of those who were truly born with magic. Her type of witch actually had magical cores. Interesting. He'd known they existed but hadn't come across one in a few centuries now. They kept to themselves, even more secretive than any other supernatural being. Vampires had nothing on their strict secrecy rules. What was she doing here? Why was she here?

As Eric watched the nest of vampires circle the young witch he caught her eye. What he saw took his breath away. Her eyes were cold, almost dead, with a world weariness no one her age should have. This intrigued Eric, as the pull to help her had. He would have helped her anyway.

There was something about this young woman that really got under his skin but in a good way. He saw the slight glimmer of hope quickly appear then disappear from her eyes as he just stood there. Then wariness crossed those chocolate orbs when he started walking towards her.

Eric had planned to keep his appearance unknown until he was right on top of the nest, considering the fools had yet to notice him, too busy bouncing off her shield of protection, but when he saw the fatigue start to weigh on this mysterious woman, he bared his fangs and hissed. The nest of vampires quickly snapped their heads around and stood stock still for a moment before lowering their heads in acknowledgment of who was approaching them. As they took one last look at their prey, the vampires quickly dispersed.

Once the immediate danger of so many vampires had left, Hermione felt herself sag a bit in relief. However, she knew that just because this stranger had scared off those that had been circling her, it wouldn't mean she was safe just yet. She knew the situation could go bad for her quickly if she lowered her shield too soon. So she kept her battle stance and stared the newcomer down.

He was breathtaking in his beauty. He was tall; broad shouldered with a tapered waist, built like a warrior of old and had a confidence that bespoke his age and possible position. When she met his icy blue eyes again, she could see calm confidence in them. She knew, instinctually, that he would not harm her so she lowered her shield and leaned against the brick wall before she could collapse.

"Good evening. You are awfully brave to lower your shield before knowing who I am or what I want." Eric stated, smirking at her surprised look.

"Yes, I know what you are. I must say, I have not seen your kind in a very long time. Are you lost little witch?" Eric asked her.

Hermione took a moment to gather her thoughts. She hadn't been prepared for him to know what she was. It was only through her research of Shreveport that she had learned of this world, his world. The vampires here were not like the ones in the wizarding world. Here they had a governing body, monarchs and sheriffs, and different magical beings than she was used to. Taking a deep breath she answered him.

"Yes and no to being lost. I came here on purpose however I do not know my way around. How do you know of my kind? I just learned of your world a few days ago. As for lowering my shield, I know you will not bring me harm." She answered confidently, daring him to contradict her.

Eric smirked at her certainty and accent. He liked her immediately. She was strong and beautiful. She seemed sure of herself and in front of insurmountable odds she held herself with confidence, something not often seen today.

"You are a long way from home, little witch. Why have you come here, to Shreveport? I do not know of any magical communities close by. What could possibly bring a British witch to the States?" Eric asked, genuinely curious.

Hermione thought a moment before answering. "Honestly?" at his nod she continued, "This is where my dart landed." She said, but not an ounce of humor appeared anywhere on her face. This took Eric back a bit. She had thrown a dart at a map and went to wherever it had landed? Well, that was new.

"You threw a dart…at a map…and just decided to go wherever it landed?" Eric asked, wanting clarification.

"Yes." Was all Hermione said.

"Do you have a place to stay yet?" Eric wanted to know if she had been here long enough to find a place to rest.

"I have not. That was actually what I was on my way to do when I turned down this alley and realized my mistake." Hermione said.

Well, she was answering his questions but was not giving him any more information than necessary. His respect for the young witch went up a notch for that.

"May I inquire as to your name?" Eric asked.

"My apologies, my name is Hermione Granger. Yours?" She answered, still not breaking eye contact. This little witch had moxie, he'd give her that.

"Eric Northman, vampire sheriff of this area, Area 5 of Louisiana. Would you like assistance finding a decent hotel to stay at?" Eric replied and asked.

"A pleasure to meet you Sheriff Northman. I would, indeed, appreciate any help you could give me. It seems I tend to find trouble on my own." Hermione said, a small smile forming.

Eric saw the smile and returned it. It wasn't much but it reached her eyes he noticed.

"Always willing to help a damsel in distress, my lady." Eric quipped, holding out his elbow for her to grasp, hoping to make her smile once more.

Hermione couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her. He was being very charming and she felt a bit of warmth enter her soul. She bowed her head and tried to walk towards him. When she stumbled, Eric was quick to wrap an arm around her waist to steady her.

"Thank you, kind sir. It's nice to know chivalry isn't dead." Hermione replied. Then she felt his arm wrap around her when she stumbled and said, "It would seem I'm a bit more tired than I realized. Thank you."

Eric looked down at her and smiled. "Adjusting to the new time zone will take a few days and then to have to defend yourself from a nest of vampires, I am sure, did not help any."

Hermione nodded her head and leaned into his side. Appreciating the strength she felt in his arm and body. As Eric led Hermione to the street, he sent a message to Bobby to bring him a vehicle. When Bobby arrived, Eric opened the door for Hermione then climbed behind the wheel and drove her to the Horseshoe Bossier Casino and Hotel where he had a room on reserve at all times.

On the way to the hotel, Eric answered a few questions Hermione had. When she asked where they were going, Eric just smiled at her and told her somewhere nice. When they arrived, the doorman opened Hermione's door and the valet took the keys from Eric. When Hermione looked at Eric with a quirked brow, her answer was a smirk. Eric slipped his arm around her waist again and led her into the hotel.

When they approached the front desk, a perky brunette greeted them.

"Good evening Sheriff Northman. You're regular room tonight?" The brunette asked.

"Of course Cassandra." Eric answered then turned to Hermione, "You see this young woman?" at Cassandra's nod, Eric continued.

"Her name is Hermione Granger and she will be staying in my room. I wish for you to treat her as you would me." Eric instructed.

"Of course, Sheriff." Cassandra answered. "Anything you need Ms. Granger, just phone the front desk and ask for me, I'll be most happy to assist you in any way."

"Thank you Cassandra." Hermione said, giving the concierge a tight smile.

Eric thanked the concierge and led Hermione to the elevators. Once inside Hermione turned to Eric.

"I appreciate this Sheriff Northman but this wasn't necessary." She said

"It was necessary. You need a place to stay and I happen to have this room open. You are welcome to use it as long as you need and anything you need will be charged to the room which I will take care of so no worries there." Eric said. When he noticed her about to argue he added, "I insist and please, call me Eric."

"Fine...Eric and please call me Hermione. I don't usually take such charity but, right now, I'm too tired to argue. I'll stay for as long as it takes to find a nice flat or house." Hermione replied.

Eric gave her a nod and smirked at her charity remark. He wanted her to be comfortable and not to have to worry, well, at least not about a place to stay. He also enjoyed the fact that she had yet to pull away from him or make any moves towards him. He could sense her need for strength and he was glad to provide it, which he would analyze later. She was such a petite thing. He had noticed how thin she was when he wrapped his arm around her waist after her stumble and he hadn't liked it. He wondered what had happened to cause her to lose so much weight and hoped to find out, eventually.

When Hermione stepped into the room her jaw dropped. It was huge and beautiful; no wonder Eric kept it on reserve. It had to be their best room.

She was pretty sure that her entire flat would fit inside here with room to spare. Merlin, how much would this cost him each night? More than she would pay, she was sure. Well, she would only stay as long as needed and no longer. It would be nice to have a night or two where she wouldn't have to worry about shelter though.

As Eric showed her around, he noticed she still hadn't left his side. Curious. She wasn't giving off any airs of insecurity. Her emotional state must be more fragile than she was showing. He could understand that. He wasn't complaining; it felt nice to be needed in such a simple manner.

Hermione hadn't really needed to be shown the room but she wasn't ready for Eric to leave just yet. It was nice to have someone to just be with. She had been surprised when he had told her he knew of Hogwarts and Dumbledore on the drive there. He even asked after both. When she had told him that Dumbledore was dead and the castle had been rebuilt he had looked like he wanted to ask more but, thankfully, had not. She was grateful that he seemed to understand she hadn't wanted to expand any further.

As Eric walked toward the door, Hermione grabbed his arm gently. When he turned and looked in her eyes, he knew what she wanted and nodded his head. He would stay as long as she wanted him to. Hell, he'd get another room if she needed him to stay that long. He would really need to think over his reactions towards this little witch and soon. It was so out of place for him to be so willing to accommodate someone; let alone someone he had just met but he couldn't, wouldn't, deny her such a simple request if she asked it.

Hermione was relieved when Eric acquiesced to her request without actually being asked. It was a bit odd for her to want company lately but his presence brought her a sliver of peace and she wasn't ready to let go of it just yet. What was even better was that he was okay to just sit in silence. No talking was required. After a few minutes Hermione looked to Eric and asked, "Mind if I shower real quick?"

"Not at all, take your time" was Eric's reply.

Hermione got up and went to the bathroom, grabbing her beaded bag along the way. Once inside, she leaned against the door and breathed deeply. Why was Eric's presence so comforting? Why was she reacting this way towards him? Maybe because there was a spark of awareness when he had wrapped his arm around her? Was that it? Was it only sexual? No. No it wasn't. It was something more that her brain couldn't quite process yet.

As she adjusted the water, Hermione couldn't help but think of Eric. He was simply gorgeous and sexy as sin. His charm disarmed her and his smirk made her belly flop. She had reveled in the coolness of his skin against her heated flesh. When she had leaned in, it had taken all she had to not shiver at the contact and not from his coolness either. She hadn't had a reaction like this toward anyone before. Even Ron hadn't caused such a visceral reaction from her.

Did she act on this? Would he accept her advances if she did? As Hermione washed her body, her mind was running around in circles with these questions and more. She couldn't remember the last time her brain had actually contemplated anything. Her life before had been stagnant, stale and just plain boring.

After rinsing her body off, Hermione became aware of the water as it slid down her skin. When had been the last time she had felt any arousal? True arousal. Her last lover? Nope! He had been alright but nothing to write home about, like the rest of her life. Would Eric agree to being her lover? Would her mind and mood allow her to take a lover? Well, she supposed she could try. The worst that could happen would be him turning her down, which would totally suck, but nothing ventured, noting gained; so they said.

With this thought on her mind, Hermione dressed in her sleepwear; a loose fitting tee shirt and shorts and exited the bathroom.

Eric had been surprised she had asked him to stay. She hadn't flirted with him or thrown herself at him, she just wanted his company. It was a strange experience. When he had just nodded his head at her unspoken question, he saw the relief enter her eyes briefly before it disappeared. What all had this young woman been through? He knew seasoned warriors whose eyes had more life to them. Where was her family? Friends? She seemed so alone and that disconcerted Eric.

When she sat beside him on the couch and laid her head back, he studied her profile. Her face had sharp features due to her lack of weight. Her hair was, well, not quite limp but not healthy either. He had a feeling that if she was in a better place her hair would be a different story. Then there was her complexion. It was pale, almost sallow, as if she hadn't seen the sun in months.

How beautiful would she be once she regained her weight and a bit of life back into those eyes? He thought she would be stunning, breathtaking. He already thought her quite lovely as she was. This led to Eric remembering how she had felt leant against him. He had quite enjoyed the feel of her. Her warmth was a nice contrast to his coolness. Thinking of the feel of her caused Eric to shift a bit in his seat, his body definitely hadn't had a problem with her. The thought of her in the shower was one he needed to bury until he was away from her. He was sure the last thing she would want was him seducing her, which was a new experience on its own.

Change thoughts Northman before you do something stupid to jeopardize this, whatever this was, Eric thought to himself. He then decided to think on their conversation to the hotel. She had, once again, answered his questions with the minimum answers possible. He had been surprised to learn that Dumbledore was dead. The old wizard seemed to be one of those that would out live most. Well, she had also said that the castle had been rebuilt; wonder if the two were connected? Hopefully soon he'd be able to find out but, right now, he knew she hadn't been ready to speak more on it so he had let it drop.

Without his permission, Eric's thoughts went back to Hermione's body. She had held herself like a warrior, a soldier fresh from battle. The deceptive relaxed pose she had shown him in the alley had alerted Eric to part of her past. She had definitely been in a battle but he couldn't remember ever hearing of anything in recent history. He kept up with current affairs in several countries and no one had said a thing about any sort of magical conflict of any kind. He'd have to look into that, see what he could find. Something had happened and he'd bet his child's wardrobe that it had happened within the last year or two, no more than that. Her reactions were still too ingrained for it to have been any longer.

Eric's mind then went on a joyride of its own, helping him to imagine Hermione in action. He bet she was a sight to behold in true battle. She just had that air about her. The young witch had already proven she could hold her own in the alley. Eric tried to derail his brain but without success, he really hadn't wanted to have a noticeable problem when she rejoined him. Of course, that thought hadn't helped either, knowing she was in the shower. Water running down her body, her hands washing away the day…touching her curves. Damn. Now was not the time, the shower had just shut off.

Eric closed his eyes and laid his head back to await her return, as he attempted desperately to cool his ardor. When he heard the door open, he turned his head and slowly opened his eyes only for his eyes to darkened. She had his attention if she wanted it.

Hermione stood in the bathroom a moment after dressing. Should she dress a bit more appropriate since she had company? Was she finally coming out of her rut? Could she do this? Could she just walk out there in her sleepwear with no bra and sit by Eric? Well, what she really wanted to do was sit on Eric but could she? Would she be able to find enough courage to follow through? Was her mind finally remembering what it was like to be a Gryffindor, a woman? All these questions were driving her crazy!

Fuck it, she thought! She was tired of always being the proper and responsible one, always following the rules and etiquette. Wasn't this why she decided to change locations? So she could just let go of everybody's expectations of her and find herself again? To let go of all the restraints on her from society? She wanted to see if what she was starting to feel was real or just her imagination hoping for it to be true. Taking another deep breath, she opened the bathroom door.

As she stood in the doorway, she allowed her gaze to travel Eric's body. He was temptation in the flesh, sin incarnate. His body was long, lean and solid. She just knew his arms would feel heavenly wrapped around her body and his hands would fit her arse perfectly. His lips were sensual and begged to be kissed. His eyes, oh she could lose herself in them and have no regrets.

As she stood there appreciating Eric's body, her eyes finally met his and her breath caught. They had darkened and his body had reacted like a predator ready to pounce its prey. Without further thought, Hermione walked over to Eric and straddled his lap, running her hands through his hair and lowering her head for a kiss, which he met with fervor.

As their lips met, many things happened at once: Hermione moaned while Eric growled. Her nails scratched his scalp as his hands cupped her arse and squeezed, causing Hermione to grind down onto his hardness. When she broke the kiss for some much needed air, she said only one word…please.

Eric growled at her simple plea and began kissing her neck. He ran his tongue along her collarbone making her shiver. He then slid his hands up her sides to cup her breasts causing Hermione to arch her back and bring them closer to him. When Eric ran his hands down to the hem of her tee shirt, he paused and looked her in the eye, asking permission.

When Hermione felt his hands leave her breasts, she whimpered at the loss of contact until she realized he had gripped the hem of her shirt. With a nod, she felt him lift her shirt and raised her arms. After her shirt was off, Hermione glided her hands down his chest to grab his shirt and pulled it off, enjoying the feel of the muscles underneath.

Hermione only had a moment to admire his sculpted abs before Eric took a nipple and began suckling on it while playing with the other. Not only were his hands the perfect size for her arse, it seemed her tits fit nicely in them too. Hermione moaned and pushed herself down harder onto his pulsing erection making Eric growl his pleasure.

When Eric raised his hips to push against her heated core while biting down gently on her nipple, Hermione keened her release. Eric then worked his way back up her neck to kiss her lips. This time, the kiss was even more passionate than before. Breaking for air once more, Hermione nibbled on his neck, enjoying the pleased sound he gave. When Eric lifted her up and carried her over to the bed, Hermione pressed her breasts to his chest, enjoying the sensations of skin on skin.

After laying her down on the bed, Eric leaned up and slid his heated gaze down the length of her body. When his hands moved down to the waistband of her shorts he looked up to her eyes. At her slight nod, he slid her shorts and knickers slowly down her legs, enjoying the sight of her body. Noticing the scars she had only increased his desire for this young witch. He would have to ask her about them later, for now, he wanted to enjoy the bountiful and beautiful gift laid out before him. Once the clothing was off her body, he kissed and nibbled his way up her legs, around her hips and finally, the juncture between her thighs.

At the first lick of her moist center, Hermione moaned loudly and gripped the sheets. When Eric continued to lick, suck and nibble her most sensitive area, Hermione start writhing on the bed. She couldn't believe how talented his tongue was and he couldn't believe how sweet she tasted. Eric then began to pleasure her with barely restrained passion. Hermione was close to exploding when Eric pushed a finger inside of her. Her walls gripped his finger and tried desperately to pull it in. When he added a second digit and started thrusting them into her, Hermione's world exploded in full Technicolor.

When Eric kissed his way back up her body, Hermione grabbed his head and brought his lips in for a kiss. She found the taste of herself on his tongue to be erotic as hell. When she broke the kiss to lick her juices from around his mouth, Eric about came undone. He lined himself up to her molten core and slid home. Hermione couldn't stop the moans from coming out when she felt Eric fill her completely. He was long and was the right amount of thickness to feel absolutely sinful. As soon as he started thrusting into her, Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist.

Eric's eyes almost crossed when he slid into her warmth. She was so tight and wet, the friction so much that he was glad to be a vampire, otherwise he would have come immediately. He had had many women through his long existence but none had ever felt as amazing as Hermione. He could meet his true death now and die happy. He knew he was as close to Valhalla as he would ever get being buried inside of her.

After changing positions many times and making Hermione come multiple more times, Eric finally gave over to the passion and came with a roar while Hermione screamed her final release. When he rolled to his side, so as not to crush her, Hermione snuggled into his side and promptly fell asleep. Hearing her breathing smooth out to that of slumber, Eric allowed himself to fall into downtime.

He did not know how long he would stay but knew he didn't want to wake Hermione. She seemed to need some good rest and if being snuggled up to him gave it to her then he would stay and give it. Plus, this would be an excellent time to think things over and figure out why he was behaving towards her as he was.

As Eric slipped into downtime, his mind began going over the past eight hours. This little witch has pulled him from the moment he set eyes upon her. It had been an unknown pull before he had seen her, then it had become solely her.

She stood surrounded by enemies, yet she did not bow or bend to their will. She had stood tall and confident with all the grace of a seasoned warrior. When he had paused at the opening of the alley, it was not for the nest of vampires, they were pathetic. It only took a quick look to see how many there were and their approximate ages. No, he had paused because of her; her petite form unfazed by those circling her. Her defiance against insurmountable odds had frozen him for a moment.

She was beautiful in action. When she had started casting spells, Eric had been stunned. He had known quite a few wizards and witches but that was a few centuries ago with Dumbledore being the exception. He had only seen a single one since the witch trials had become a craze. He understood their disappearance and had not expected to run across one again. Humans were too quick to anger or become judgmental. They were greedy and power hungry, not that other supes weren't the same, it was only that humans outnumbered supernaturals greatly. What they didn't have in magical powers they made up with technology and numbers.

Then, he had approached her. He had watched the other vampires give her sympathetic looks before leaving. He had chuckled silently at that. If any of them dared to come near his mate again, it would be their true death. As this thought crossed Eric's mind, he paused. His mate. He could not deny what she was to him. The pull was enough of an indicator for Eric but when he had joined with her physically, the pull had turned to the call of the bond. His vampire had soared knowing his mate was found.

She had been beautiful, breathtaking, stunning, in her passionate glory. He had watched her from the first touch to the last and she had enflamed his passion just from her responsiveness to him and his touch. Her reaction was raw and unpracticed, unguarded and pure, unbridled passion unleashed and he had reveled in it. Eric couldn't remember a time when a woman had reacted to him in such a way, not truly. When Hermione had shared her passion with him, she had done so without care or concern, with complete honesty. She hadn't tried to impress him nor had she gone overboard with her responses. No, she had just enjoyed herself and tried to reciprocate.

It was a heady experience for Eric. He knew he would do everything in his power to keep her by his side and happy. She deserved all he could give her and more. He would have her as his equal proudly. His mate would need to but ask and he would give it to her, whatever her request may be, if it was within his ability to do so. He also knew that Hermione wouldn't be the kind of woman to demand anything but his loyalty, acceptance, honesty, and equality; all things he could and would give to her.

With a smirk, Eric thought of his child's reaction to Hermione. Pamela was going to love her. He would have to leash her, he knew, or she would use Hermione as her own personal Barbie, especially once Hermione gained a bit of weight back on her frame. It would be entertaining when they finally met. He would bet Hermione would keep Pam on her toes and Pam would keep Hermione in stitches. This thought turned Eric's smirk into a genuine smile.

After waiting for over a thousand years, Eric had finally found his mate and he realized he wouldn't change a moment to get to this point. Meeting Hermione had made everything up to now worthwhile. Did he wish he could have met her sooner? Well, of course, but since he hadn't, he would be grateful to finally have met her now. Eternity had much more promise to it now, unless she chose to not be turned. If she chose not to then he would meet his true death after her last breath was breathed. He would never force her; it would always be her choice. His maker had taught him that. He deeply hoped she would, one day, wish to be turned so they could walk forever together. Eric fell into his day rest with this last thought and warmth in his soul for the first time in too many centuries.

Hermione woke and stretched, feeling her muscles complain at the movements. She was confused for a moment until she felt the body under her. She was draped over a chest, a chest that wasn't moving. She quickly sat up and looked down. Ah, yes, Eric; now she remembered. She had asked him to stay and had decided to seduce him last night.

Her body was sore from their passionate coupling. As she studied Eric, she couldn't help but let a smile curl her lips. He had been superb, so attentive and passionate in his worshiping of her body. She hadn't known sex could be so good, exceptional actually. The man should be illegal. He had turned her world upside down, inside out and every other direction there was to go.

She couldn't remember ever feeling so relaxed or having slept so soundly. She had been surprised by her reaction to Eric but none more so than his reaction to her. Hermione had been flattered by his passion last night. He had shown her just how good she could feel, how awesome it was to be female. She hadn't thought anyone would ever make her feel such deep and strong feelings but, Eric had. He had had her moaning, writhing and screaming out her pleasure for hours. Her past lovers definitely paled against Eric, Hermione thought with a chuckle.

She couldn't believe how much lighter she felt this morning, well, afternoon really. It was past two o'clock. She was also surprised to find Eric still with her. From what she had found out, vampires wouldn't stay with a partner unless they trusted them with their life, literally. Hermione couldn't help but suck in a quick breath. He trusted her enough to rest beside her at his most vulnerable! Oh my! What an honor to bestow upon her after just meeting her. He must have felt the same pull she had. She hadn't thought much about it last night but in the bright light of day, so to speak, Hermione realized that she had felt safe and secure as soon as her eyes had met his last night.

She hadn't thought the feelings she was having would have been the same for him. Apparently, he felt her trustworthy enough to rest beside her. She couldn't believe he would do that. He was over a thousand years a vampire and she knew he hadn't gotten to that age by being reckless. So, she hoped, that meant his instincts had been like hers, trusting without really knowing each other. Well, she had no intentions of causing him any harm, that was for sure, and she felt honored he would show her such trust so quickly.

Hermione got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, grabbing Eric's shirt on the way. He would just have to do without, she thought with a grin. She wanted some way to feel closer to him while she moved around the room as he rested.

While in the shower, Hermione let her thoughts roam. She knew she wasn't completely back, not by a long shot, but she was on her way and it felt good. She had gotten some true rest while she slept and had felt alive last night in Eric's arms. She finally felt the seeds of healing start to grow. She knew it would be sometime yet for her to get back to a whole person but with Eric's help, hopefully, she would finally get there.

The cold darkness that had been living within her was starting to recede. The numbness was lifting from her and she could feel, small though it was yet, she could feel and it was wonderful. She was remembering what it was to be Hermione, just Hermione. No fighting, no constant fear, no looking over her shoulder; she knew she still had a long way to go but it felt amazing to start down the path of recovery. She hoped Eric would want to continue to help her. His presence alone would help her more than he would ever know.

She knew she would have to talk to him about her past eventually. She would need his strength often in the beginning and his patience. She wasn't sure when she would feel up to opening up to Eric but knew she would, and soon. She could feel the need to unburden her soul rising to the surface, wanting to be let free. She felt her soul calling out to her to trust Eric with her inner most thoughts, dreams and nightmares. That he would understand. He wouldn't judge her. Her soul pleaded with her to heed its guidance and Hermione was inclined to agree, for the first time ever.

As Hermione called down to room service for something to eat, she studied Eric. He was a sleeping giant. He had to be over six foot. However, last night he hadn't made her feel small, oh no. He had actually made her feel as tall as the world. She had felt worshipped and safe but not small. Resting in her bed, he looked angelic, she thought. Her dark angel, come to sweep her out of the darkness and lift her up to the light. Her Viking warrior, come to rescue her from her demons and nightmares.

It was strange to feel such a connection to him in such a short amount of time but her magic called out for her to be with him. Her instincts screamed that this being was who she needed in her life and she should trust him. Having learned years ago to trust her instincts and magic, Hermione allowed herself to do just those things. She trusted Eric and couldn't help but want to be near him, road to recovery or not. He was her new home and she wouldn't give that up without a fight. Ironic wasn't it. She hadn't wanted to fight anymore but she would for Eric. Life was strange.

When Eric woke for the day, he was a bit disoriented. It took him a few seconds to realize where he was and who he was with. When he saw Hermione on the couch with a book, he smiled. She was wearing his shirt. The sight warmed his dead heart. He was amazed at how good she looked in it and hoped to see her do it more often.

As he watched her be engrossed in her book he couldn't help but notice the slight differences in her. She seemed more relaxed today, more at ease. She seemed to be just a touch lighter. The creases on her brow and lines around her eyes seemed to smooth ever so slightly. Her complexion seemed less pale and he truly hoped he had helped some with those improvements. She had a long way to go but, it looked as though she was on her way to getting there.

When Eric rose from the bed, Hermione's head snapped up. She looked him over from head to toe and smiled in pleasure. He was still nude and looked quite enticing. When Eric quirked his brow at her she smirked.

"See something you like?" He asked.

"Actually, yes I do." Hermione replied, rising form the couch to approach him.

Eric's eyes darkened as he took in her appearance. She was wearing his shirt and, it appeared, nothing else. When she reached him and rose up on her tiptoes, Eric lowered his head and captured her lips in a heated kiss. Just as she was hitching her leg up to wrap around his hip, Eric grabbed her ass and lifted her up. He carried her into the bathroom and started the shower without breaking the kiss.

When he sat her on the counter, Hermione leaned in to nibble his neck. At his growl she mewled. When Eric started unbuttoning his shirt, she leaned back to give him better access. As he slid the shirt over her shoulders and down her arms his lips enclosed around a nipple. As he suckled on her breast his hand caressed her hip on its way to her center.

He wanted her ready for him before they stepped into the shower. When he felt how wet she had already become, he groaned. She was dripping. He ghosted his fingers over her nub and then grabbed her ass to pull her to him before stepping under the spray of water. Once inside the shower, Eric pushed her against the wall and entered her in one smooth thrust.

When she moaned into his mouth, he tightened his hold on her hips and started thrusting. His pace was slow to begin with and with each moan, mewl and whimper; he increased it. After a bit, Eric started pounding into her while circling her clit. He wanted to feel her walls clamp down hard on him and feel them milk him into orgasm. When Hermione broke the kiss to cry out her release, Eric continued to thrust into her heat until he felt her walls tighten for a second time. When her legs tighten around him and her nails scratched down his back, Eric came with growl.

After holding her to him to catch her breath, he slowly let her down to begin washing her. Although Hermione had already had one shower today, she allowed Eric to wash her body a second time. He was gentle with her and kissed each stretch of skin after rinsing the soap off. She was in heaven. She felt cherished. When he stood to wash her hair, Hermione pulled him down for a sweet slow kiss. After a few minutes, she broke the kiss and allowed him to wash her hair then she started washing his body.

Eric enjoyed her attentions and dropped back to his knees when it was time to wash his hair. Her touch was gentle and tender. She worshipped his body as he had done hers and he loved it. He knew, then, that he was helping her to heal and he took great pride in that fact. After having gone through whatever she had, she was now finally starting to heal; he could feel it in her touch. He could see it in her eyes. It showed in the small smile she had given him earlier.

After they had finished showering, Eric took the towel from Hermione and dried her off. He then slid her panties slowly up her legs and reached for her bra. When he slid it up her arms, Hermione turned around and lifted her hair for him to clasp it. Then Eric reached for his shirt and slid it back over her body, buttoning it back up for her. When he was done, Hermione returned the favor of drying Eric's body.

After dressing, Eric picked Hermione up bridal style and carried her to the couch.

"You do know I can walk, right?" Hermione asked, a small smile on her face.

'Mmmhmm, but I do so enjoy having you in my arms" was Eric's reply.

Hermione chuckled and wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing him to carry her wherever he wanted. When he sat down on the couch, she snuggled into his chest and sighed.

"Was there anything you wanted to do tonight? I would be glad to take you anywhere you wanted." Eric asked.

"Actually, I'm doing exactly what I want. Is there anything you need to do, some place you need to be?" Hermione answered.

"No. The bar is closed tonight and I texted my child to let her know she was to handle anything that came up. She will only contact me if it's important. I, too, find myself exactly where I want to be, doing exactly what I want to do." Eric said.

Hermione looked into his eyes and saw only truth, then tucked herself back into his embrace to enjoy his company.

When Hermione snuggled back into his chest, Eric smiled. He meant what he said; he couldn't imagine being anywhere else at the moment. If she needed to be held, he would gladly do it. Eric gently gripped her hip while the other hand slowly caressed her thigh. There was nothing sexual about it, it was all for comfort. So for the rest of the night, the two sat on the couch in complete silence, just enjoying the other's company. The only break in this was when Hermione needed to eat or use the bathroom; otherwise, they stayed on the couch and basked in the quiet and the peace.

Towards the end of the night, just before sunrise, Eric asked, "Have you given any thought to where you might want to live?"

When Hermione only shook her head no, Eric then asked, "Would you be interested in staying with me? I would enjoy going to my day rest with you beside me, however, if you are not comfortable with this, I have plenty of room and would very much enjoy having you there in whatever way you choose."

Hermione raised her head to scrutinize his expression. He was telling her the truth. She was flabbergasted. She couldn't deny the warmth she felt from his offer but wanted to make sure this was what he truly wanted.

"Eric, you barely know me. We just met last night. Are you sure you want me to live with you so soon? I know you rested beside me this morning, which I very much treasure the trust you showed me but, moving in with you is another level altogether. I, I just want to make sure." Hermione said in a quiet voice.

Eric's hands gripped her hip and thigh before resuming their previous places. He appreciated her understanding of the strangeness of the situation. It was very unlike him to make such an offer to someone he had just met but he knew, his vampire knew, Hermione would not ever bring him harm intentionally. She was his mate and, whether it was the safest choice or not, he wanted her with him. He would never have thought he would make such an offer to anyone but he couldn't help but want her to stay by his side.

"Hermione, I know this goes against everything, I am sure, you learned about vampires. Hell, I would never have thought to suggest such a thing before meeting you. You, however, are different. You are my mate and I, man and vampire, want you by my side. If you accept me, I will do everything in my power to protect you, heal you, provide for you and make you happy. I want to help you heal from whatever trauma you have been through. My wish is to have you by my side until the world burns.

"I have been looking for you for over a thousand years and, know this now if you accept me, I will not let you go easily. I would battle the heavens, earth and hell for you. I am a very possessive being. You will be mine and mine alone. I can be cruel to those around me but will never be so to you without due reason.

"My world is a dangerous, cold, calculating and cruel world. Politics play in just about every aspect of my life at the moment. I will have to treat you a bit differently in public than I will behind closed doors. There will be times you will have to trust me without explanation. I will not always be able to let you know what is going on, at the time, but promise to explain all things as soon as possible. However, if you asked it of me, I would walk away from everything to be with you. This is how much you already mean to me." Eric told her as he carried her to the bed and laid her down, stretching out beside her.

He watched her face as he was telling her all this and was surprised by the range of emotions which flickered across it. He watched her expression go from surprised when he said she was his mate to awed at his proclamation of what he would do for her to amusement of his ways to understanding about his world and position. He was surprised, however, to not see anger or disgust or denial cross her features once. His heart soared with hope, would she accept him?

Hermione laid on the bed listening to what Eric was telling her. She was completely thrown for a loop from his speech. She knew he meant every word spoken. He was not the type to say anything he did not mean in such a private setting. She felt herself swell with joy, pride and warmth at his words. She couldn't believe her luck to be this magnificent being's mate. It explained a lot really; why she was so drawn to him, why she trusted him so completely and why she felt so at home simply in his presence.

But, could she commit herself so quickly to him? Could she throw caution to the wind and become his completely so soon after meeting him? Her answer surprised her somewhat…yes she could. It just felt too right and her instincts, as well as her magic, were humming with approval.

This, this was what she has been looking for. This was what her soul was craving. She knew they had a long way to go but she also realized that it would be the greatest mistake she would, or could, ever make if she walked away from Eric. He was her new home and she wouldn't deny either of them what Fate had deemed right for them. So she responded to him.

"I understand all that you said Eric and would like to explain a few things as well. I am blown away from the feelings you have invoked within me. I haven't felt so alive or such warmth in a very long time. There are many things I need to share with you and hope you will be patient with me until I do. I may be young but I have been fighting since I was eleven. My life has been full of trauma which came to an end about six months ago. I have lost dear friends and family.

"I have been so lost and lonely since the war ended. The reason I came to the US was to try to find a way to beat the darkness growing inside of me. I have felt only cold and stagnant since the psychopath was defeated. Yes, I have friends but they are dealing with their own issues from the war and years fighting before it was ended. I had to leave to find a way to heal and you have given me that. Thank you.

"When I first arrived here just outside of Shreveport, I felt a stirring of rightness being here. Then I saw you at the end of that alley and knew I had made the right choice. I felt a connection with you, a lifeline I sorely needed. I knew when you spoke to me that there was something between us, something I couldn't explain but desperately wanted to learn about. When you spoke of knowing about my world and said you knew of Dumbledore…well, it only solidified the need to be around you. Then you brought me to this hotel and stayed with me, without my having to voice what I wanted, you just knew.

"I would never have fathomed the relief felt when you understood without really knowing me and had silently leant me your strength and embrace. I hadn't realized how much I just needed someone to hold me until you did. I am sure the strangeness of the situation is lost on me compared to you. But I cannot explain the drive to be near you. I just know you feel like home to me. You feel safe and that is something I have scarcely felt in years. Then we connected physically and I knew, I knew you were where I needed to be, with you.

"I understand all you said and accept it all. I come from a world where secrets are so guarded that a society almost fell due to them being held so close to the secret keeper's chest. I know things in public are done differently than those in private. I also want you to know that I do not share either. If, when, I accept you, you will be mine as much as I am yours. My heart will accept nothing else. I, too, can be possessive and would fight any and everything to keep you by my side. I don't know how to let go of someone who I have accepted into my heart.

"The only thing I ask of you, again, is your patience with me. I have closed myself off for so long that it will take me time to open back up to someone. Even someone I feel safe with. It may not take as long as I think or be quicker than you hope but it will take some time.

"So what I'm trying to say, Eric, is if you will accept me: baggage, scars, nightmares, all of it; then I can accept you. I know there will be those in my life who will not agree with my speed in this decision but it is my life to live, not theirs." Hermione finally finished and looked into Eric's eyes. When he nodded his head, she leaned in and kissed him gently, lovingly.

Eric was amazed by his little witch. She was such a contradiction at the moment. She had such warmth and conviction alongside the cold darkness she had spoken of. She was so strong yet quite fragile at the same time. He couldn't help but admire her more. She was willing to take a chance on them, on him, from just one night together. He would do all he could to make sure she wouldn't regret her decision. He nodded his head, acknowledging all she said and then was surprised by the kiss she leaned in and gave him. It was so full of promise and warmth, it made his head spin.

Life wouldn't always be easy for them, this he was sure, but it would be worth the effort. He couldn't wait to learn of her past. What had happened for Hermione to be in the place she was? He would patently wait to find out and then he would deal with whomever or whatever it was. No one would escape punishment for making such a wonderful woman swim in such darkness.

When they rose that afternoon, Eric made love to Hermione multiple times. He wanted her to know he cherished her. He wanted her to feel his devotion to her, not just hear his words. After showering, they climbed into bed to wait a new day's dawning. Hermione laid her head on Eric's shoulder while draping a leg across his and sighed. She felt content. Life, it seemed, was finally looking up for her. Eric heard her sigh and smirked. He was the reason for such feelings and looked forward to continuing her blissful state.

When they rose, Hermione gathered her things while Eric sent a text on his phone. Curiosity won out, so Hermione asked who he was talking to, if he wanted to tell her. Eric grinned and said he was talking to his dayman, making sure he had done as he was told.

On their way down, Eric asked Hermione if they needed to stop at a grocery store. She then proceeded to explain about her beaded bag and that she had, at the moment, all she would need. He nodded his head and headed towards his home.

When they arrived, Hermione was impressed with Eric's collection of vehicles. He had three Harley Davidson motorcycles (of varying vintages), a red corvette, a hummer, a SUV and a 1970 Ford Mustang Boss 429. They were all beautiful. When Eric saw Hermione pause at his collection, he told her of each one and enjoyed seeing the appreciation enter her eyes.

Once inside the house, Eric gave her the tour, letting her know she could have her pick of rooms.

"And if I want to invade your room?" Hermione asked while giving Eric an impish grin.

Eric chuckled his reply, "Then you shall do so. This way, my lady."

As Eric led Hermione down the stairs to his bedroom, he paused at the door to input her code so she could come and go as she pleased. Once inside, Hermione gasped. His room was the largest yet. With a king size bed taking up the middle, he also had nightstands on each side. Then there was a dresser and a chest of drawers. Over in the corner, he had a desk set up with a computer, which she learned he could check his security cameras from the home's and Fangtasia's. He then showed her the walk-in closet. There would be ample room for her clothes there.

Hermione looked up at Eric with a quirked eyebrow at all the clothes he had. His simple reply was, "My child." When she still looked skeptical, he added, "You'll soon learn just how much of a clothes horse Pamela can be. When you meet her, which will be soon, I'll have to put my foot down or she will use you as her own personal Barbie."

Hermione couldn't help but laugh at that. Her, someone's own personal Barbie? It sounded ridiculous. Guess she would find out. Then Eric turned to her and asked if she wanted to unpack her things and when she said yes, he asked if she wanted some help. She asked Eric how much of her stuff was she allowed to unpack and he told her all of it. This was now her home and it should reflect that.

When Hermione smiled her first full genuine smile at Eric, he was sure it would rival the sun. It was that warm and bright and it even reached her eyes. The smile lasted for the rest of the night as they both unpacked Hermione's belongings and got them sorted throughout the house. When she came upon Eric's display of swords, he asked her if she wanted him to move them and then laughed at her offended look.

"Are you crazy? They're magnificent! Did you use these when you were human or have you collected them since?" Hermione asked while brimming with curiosity and it felt really good.

"One I used when I was human, the others I have collected through the years. The wooden swords I was able to find after I was turned. They were practice swords and each boy had to fashion their own." Eric told her.

"Wow! I bet the one on top was yours. It just seems to fit you and it's in the place of honor." Hermione said.

Eric smiled at her and said, "Yes, the horizontal sword and sheath were mine. I had this case made to preserve them. Of course, I had to expand it a few times. This collection of swords is my oldest."

Hermione smiled at him and nodded her head. She was amazed at the history he'd been able to save. Wait, this collection? How many did he have? When she turned a quizzical look his way, Eric chuckled and answered her unasked question.

"I have collected quite a few swords and other weapons through the millennia. Some are quite detailed while others are simple. Most have seen battle with only a few having their owners survive. I will be happy to show them to when you want."

"Oh, that would be lovely but I think at another time perhaps. I'm a bit peckish and would like to eat a bite." Hermione replied, heading towards the kitchen.

Over the next week, Eric and Hermione settled into a routine. She would wake before him and would read in bed until Eric rose then they would enjoy each other's bodies where she would feed Eric and then they would shower. Once the sun had gone down, Eric would leave for the club while Hermione spent the time he was gone working through things. She still had more bad days than good but slowly, each day was getting better and brighter.

Into their second week of cohabitating, Hermione asked Eric if she could go with him to his bar.

"Are you sure you're ready for that?" He'd asked

"Well, I can't hide all the time. Eventually, I'll need to make my way back out into the public. Do you not want me to go?" Hermione asked.

"It's not that at all." Eric quickly replied. "I have told you about the types of humans who visit my bar?" at her nod, he continued, "Then you are aware that it's not the "nicest" of places?" when she nodded again he said, "I just want you ready for their reactions. They will not take kindly to your presence. Of course, they wouldn't dare to do anything to you but be prepared for nasty looks and thoughts."

"Well, I understand all that and I don't plan to read any of their minds unless you specifically ask me to." Hermione said.

"You can read minds?" Eric asked, curious, she hadn't said anything about being a telepath and he had spoken of Sookie to her.

"Yes, it's called Legilimency. Not all witches or wizards can do it but I became decent at it the last year of the war. Oh!" Hermione said while doing a face palm. "That's right, you told me about, ah, Sookie, she's a telepath." At Eric's nod she continued, "Well, I can't just pick up their thoughts. I, like vampires, have to have eye contact. But unlike vampires, I can see whatever is in their minds unless they know how to shield from an attack."

"That could come in handy." Eric said with a smile.

"It did while we were on the run." Hermione commented.

"Speaking of which, Ms. Stackhouse should be there tonight although I do not know if she will show up or not. It seems she doesn't quite like the way I've been acting towards her, professionally. I was bantering with her before I met you; sexual innuendos mostly, to rile her up but now, I want nothing to do with her. I have only continued her working for me a few nights a week because her talent does come in handy with catching the underaged and drainers or dealers." Eric explained.

"Well, I could help you with that, you know. I could ward the entrance to the bar so only those of age and with "pure" intentions can come in." Hermione informed him.

Eric grabbed her waist, pulling Hermione to him and leaned down to kiss her. She moaned with pleasure and had to make herself pull away. She hadn't expected such a response from her suggestion but wasn't complaining either. After she broke the kiss, Eric said, "That, my wonderful little witch, would be completely acceptable."

"So, how should I dress for your bar?" Hermione asked, wanting to blend in as best she could.

"However you wish" was Eric's answer. "You are the Lady of the Area, so you get to wear whatever your heart desires." He added.

"Hmmm, alright. Let me go change and then we can head on over." Hermione said as she headed to their room. Eric lounged back onto the counter to wait for her to come back, when she did, his jaw about hit the floor. He had to pull on all his discipline not to take her back to the bedroom for another round of pleasure.

She was wearing a blue satin corset with black lace, leather pants that fit like a second skin at hip level and a pair of blue and black leather boots. She had pulled her hair from her face and slightly away from her neck with a strip of leather tied off on the side. She looked like a goddess. Eric was certain she'd have every vampire's attention in the entire bar dressed liked that and he couldn't be prouder. Not to mention, Pamela was definitely going to love her for her clothing choices alone.

"Well, from the look you're giving me, might I assume this is acceptable?" Hermione purred.

"Assume away, my little vixen. You will turn every head in the bar dressed like this. And you are mine!" Eric growled as he pulled her into his embrace.

"Mmm, careful there Viking, we may just skip the bar if you keep this up." Hermione said, her voice getting breathy while she pressed herself against him.

Eric only grinned wolfishly at her, winked and escorted her to the door. Once outside, he picked her up bridal style and took to the air. At Hermione's peal of laughter, Eric pulled her tighter to him and kissed her passionately.

Instead of landing at the back of the bar, his normal, Eric landed at the front instead. When he landed he lowered Hermione to the ground, making sure she slid down his body in the process. At her chuckle, Eric leaned forward to kiss her again ignoring the hissing and groaning from those standing in line. When his child realized he was there and not alone, she zipped over to them.

"My, my Eric, who do we have here?" Pam inquired of her maker as she eyed Hermione up and down, grinning.

"Pamela, this is Hermione, my mate. Hermione, this is Pamela, my child." Eric introduced them feeling Pam's surprise and approval and absolute glee.

"It's nice to meet you Pamela." Hermione said, checking Pam out as well. She almost laughed at Pam's outfit; it was so clichéd 'Hollywood vampire'. She looked good in it and wore it well. Hermione had a feeling that when Pam wasn't on duty she wore anything but what she was wearing now.

"Oh, it's certainly a pleasure to meet you Hermione. What a sinfully delicious outfit you have on." Pam purred, smiling wickedly at Hermione.

Hermione did laugh and thank Pam for her compliment, returning one of her own. Of course, she had to throw in a Hollywood reference which made Pam laugh heartily, scaring the clientele. Eric knew then that his two girls would get on wonderfully, just as he had thought. When they entered the club, every vampire's head snapped their direction. Eric hissed his possession of Hermione and more than a few vampires seemed to be disappointed when they returned their attentions to other things or patrons.

Eric guided Hermione to his office. He needed to attend to bar and sheriff business before sitting out in the club. Although he normally sat on the dreaded throne, tonight he planned to sit in his booth and assign someone else for center stage. He was in no mood for theatrics tonight.

Hermione looked around Eric's office and perched on the arm of his chair. It was smallish for an office but she supposed he hadn't really a need for much space. From what she had learned the past week, he spent as little time in here as he could get away with. They had even talked of her possibly handling the paperwork they had. It needed to get into a database so it could be easily accessed by any in an official sense. She was thinking about it.

After about an hour in the office, Eric stood up and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in for another kiss. When they broke apart, Hermione couldn't help the whimper that came out. "Later my little witch." Was all Eric said and then slapped her ass as she turned to head towards the door, causing Hermione to sway her hips more as she walked through it to the bar. At Eric's growl, she looked over her shoulder with a wicked grin and said, "Your fault."

When Eric guided her to his booth, they spotted Sookie coming through the door. Hermione looked her over and could see why Eric would have been interested in the young woman. She was blond, had curves and seemed to have a friendly air about her. She wondered for a moment what Eric saw in her, she was nothing like Ms. Stackhouse. Oh, yeah, it was because she was nothing like her that Eric liked, not to mention being his mate. Hermione couldn't help but feel a bit smug, especially when she noticed all the nasty looks being shot her way.

Eric greeted Sookie and Bill, her escort. Then introduced Hermione to them, letting them know she was his mate. He was proud of Hermione and wanted all to know she was his. Then Eric pulled Hermione onto his lap as the other two took a seat at his booth. Hermione watched Sookie as she scanned the crowd. She seemed nice enough towards her but Hermione hadn't cared for the attitude the young blond aimed at Eric. When Sookie glanced again at her and Eric, her fourth or fifth time of doing so, Hermione leaned in and nibbled on Eric's neck who tightened his hold on her and let out a low growl, knowing what she was doing and loving it.

After about two hours of being at the bar, Sookie and Bill left and Hermione was glad to see them go. Wasn't the brown haired vampire supposed to be with Sookie? She had spent their time there snuggled as close to Eric as she could get. The brown haired vampire, Bill she had heard, had given her the creeps. He seemed so fake that it made Hermione's skin crawl in disgust.

When Sookie and Bill had left, Pam sidled into the booth to chat with them. Her and Hermione compared notes on the couple with equal parts comedy and disdain. Eric loved that his girls were getting along so well, it would make things so much easier for them all. Before leaving, Eric told Pam to gather the Area's vampires for a meeting after the club closed. He wanted to announce the new Lady of the Area. He wanted them all to know she was his and he expected her to be shown the same respect he was shown.

Once they arrived at home, Eric pinned Hermione to the wall and started kissing her, pulling her flush against him. When she hooked her leg around his hip, he grabbed her bum and lifted her up. He carried her to the counter and sat her down, not breaking the kiss once. His hands wandered over her curves several times before finding the laces to open his sexy package.

Hermione couldn't believe the passion Eric stirred in her. She had thought to use Divesto but chose not to, enjoying him manually undressing her. She couldn't believe the response she had gotten from him when she walked back to the kitchen earlier in this outfit. It had been the last present from her mother before she obliviated them. Her mother had wanted Hermione to learn how to dress sexily but still with taste. Hermione had loved the gift and, apparently, so had Eric.

When he slid her corset off Hermione slid her hand down his chest to remove his shirt. Feeling skin to skin was too arousing to not do. When Eric slid his hands to the front of her pants, Hermione leaned back to give him easier access then she lifted her hips so he could slide them off with ease. Once her clothing was gone she helped Eric out of his. They spent the rest of the night in each other's arms, enjoying the feelings brought on by joining together.

After their coupling, it was time to head back to the bar. Eric had explained what his intentions were and Hermione was surprised. She hadn't expected him to claim her so publicly so soon. She had no qualms with it, just surprised.

When they arrived, the bar was full of just vampires. Then Eric introduced her to the crowd and explained that she was a witch. They all, of course, thought she was like the witches they knew and neither Eric nor Hermione was going to change their views. It wasn't their fault the assembled vampires assumed anything, right or wrong. Eric had told his area vampires, as he caught each in his stare, that he expected Hermione to receive the same respect they showed him. There would be hell to pay if anyone went against this order.

Once the meeting was over, Eric and Hermione left the bar. When they arrived back home, Eric promptly swept Hermione in his arms and carried her to the shower. It was time to wash the bar off them and enjoy another round of passion and Hermione couldn't agree more.

Over the next six months Hermione learned how to open up to Eric while Eric learned how to talk to Hermione. They both had missteps along the way but always worked through them. It had helped when they had bonded. It was strange for both of them but more so for Hermione. Eric, at least, was used to feeling his child but this was different. He couldn't shut the bond down to hide anything from Hermione, just as she couldn't hide her feelings from him. It took about a month for things to smooth out and start to feel normal.

Hermione couldn't get over how deeply Eric could feel and Eric was amazed just how low she would sometimes get. They both worked hard to make the relationship work as smoothly as they could. Eric was proud how far Hermione had come since first meeting her. She still had a bit to go before she would "return to her "pre on the run" self" but she was getting there. He very much appreciated the weight she had started to gain; it was filling out her curves nicely.

He smirked to himself when he thought of her body now. She definitely had curves in all the right areas, just as he had thought she would. What an amazing transformation she had made since they had first met. She would smile more and engage in excellent conversations or exhilarating debates with him and he loved it. His intelligence really only beat hers due to his age. It, she, was so refreshing.

Hermione couldn't believe how much better she felt and it was, mainly, due to Eric. The comfort and strength he gave her blew her mind. There were times they would just sit in silence for the entire night and other times he would engage her in conversations over any and all topics. Then there were the debates they would have, thoroughly enjoyable. Once she had introduced him to her library, he could easily debate just about any point with her, muggle or wizarding. She loved it.

All this coupled with his nightly worshipping of her body; she was healing faster than she thought possible. Then add in Pamela, yeah, she had one hell of a support system now; one she knew she could count on no matter what; one that had not and would not ever judge her for her past. She needed them as much as they needed her.

It had made Hermione laugh when Eric had to do what he told her he would when they first arrived to his home, their home now. He had, indeed, had to put his foot down with his child. She had gone wild dressing Hermione up. Hermione had more clothes than she had ever had before and not just any clothes, oh no. Pamela had insisted on designer everything.

Yes, Hermione knew the boots her mother had gotten her were designer but, according to Pam, they were the lower end. She now owned so many Designer everything, she couldn't remember half of the names. She had laughed when Pam pouted because Eric had finally leashed her. She adored Pam and her snarky ways. They kept each other on their toes and highly entertained whenever they were around each other, which was often.

Hermione couldn't believe her life had turned around so completely and all from the throw of a dart at a map pinned to her wall. How crazy was life! She wouldn't change it for the world though. As scary as it was in the beginning, it was well worth the chance she took.

Eric was sitting at his desk when Pam came in with a worried look on her face.

"What is it Pam? What has you so worried?" Eric asked, not liking what he was feeling from his child.

"Eric, how is Hermione tonight?" Pam asked instead of answering his question, alerting Eric to something being wrong.

"She is well…why do you ask Pam? Tell me what is going on." Eric replied, his voice hardening with concern for his mate.

"I heard a few vampires talking about that nest you allowed into the area a year ago." Pam started, then continued at his nod, "What I heard, well, it seems this nest has a grudge against you." She finished.

"What sort of grudge Pam?" Eric inquired, just wanting his child to spit out what she had heard.

"It seems the leader of the nest has a bone to pick with you over something you did a century ago or more. There's talk of getting revenge on you for killing his human." Pam said, worry clear in her voice.

Eric was out of his chair in a heartbeat and in front of Pam. "Revenge how Pam? What are you not telling me?" Eric demanded.

"They were talking about Hermione, Eric. Are you certain she is safe?" came Pam's reply.

When Eric took a moment to truly inspect his bond with Hermione he realized it was muted, as if she was asleep or…unconscious. Eric became pensive then sped out of the bar with Pam hot on his heels. She ran to his house, since she was faster than any vehicle. When she arrived it was to find Eric releasing a mighty roar.

"She's not here!" he yelled.

"We'll get her back, Eric." Pam told him, her anger rising at the thought of anyone daring to hurt her mistress.

"You bet your ass we will! And there will be hell to pay for those who took her!" Eric replied in a cold voice causing Pam to shiver. She hadn't heard her maker use that voice in a very long time.

"I want the bar closed and the trusted vampires waiting for me." Eric said. Pam had her phone out and sending the texts before he finished speaking, knowing the Area's trusted would not appreciate their Lady being taken. She was Eric's but she also treated everyone, vampire, supe, or human with respect earning her their loyalty beyond what they owed to their sheriff. Whoever took Hermione wouldn't know what hit them once found and if they harmed her…Pam smiled darkly, they would suffer greatly before meeting their true deaths.

Hermione woke to a pounding headache. What had happened? Where was she? As she looked around her surroundings she couldn't recognize anything. The last thing she remembered was stepping out of the house to work on some of her spells. Who had taken her? Why? Where was Eric? Pam?

She knew she could protect herself, whoever had taken her hadn't known to check for her wand, but she also wouldn't want to bring undo attention to herself. She and Eric had discussed this. They had decided she would only do magic when no other choice was available. Eric explained the trouble other "unique" beings could get into in his world and she was definitely unique in his world. Not many knew of her world, so her knowing true magic would be something they would be willing to kill for. Something neither wanted to happen.

When she felt Eric getting closer, she couldn't help the small smile from forming.

"What are you smiling at bloodbag?" came a voice from Hermione's right.

When she looked over she saw the same group of vampires that had circled her in the alley when she first came to Shreveport. Interesting. The only good thing was that she hadn't really done much visual magic when they had circled her that night. The spells she had used hadn't put out much color with them being so close to her but they had known enough to "cage" her.

When she hadn't answered, her captors drew closer to her, leering and jeering.

"We know the sheriff will come to rescue you. He won't get you though." Came a too confident comment. Still she said nothing, just stared at them.

"I owe the sheriff, you see. He killed my human and now, I plan to kill his and make him watch. Just as he did to me so long ago." Another vampire said to her left.

Ah, so that was what this was about. Revenge. Well, she wouldn't be the one to break it to them that they had opened a can of worms. Eric was coming and he was pissed! She was sure that Pam would be with him. These idiots had not realized the hell that was about to reign down on them. Pam alone would be detrimental but add her mate into the mix…yeah, they wouldn't know what hit them.

Now all she had to do was keep herself alive until help arrived. She could do that. These vampires had no idea who they had! She was a war veteran, had gone up against DeathEaters and come out alive. She had even survived pissing off one of the craziest DeathEaters there ever was, Bellatrix, and survived. She could survive this.

As Hermione just stood there silently, the vampires circled her cage laughing, jeering, and grabbing at her through the bars. Hermione just stood there and stared. She wouldn't allow herself to flinch or show any fear whatsoever. When she felt Eric at her location, she allowed a dark smile form on her face and her eyes to turn cold, causing a few of the vampires to step back.

When a young man ran into the room and whispered something to the leader, she was yanked from the cage and a knife put to her throat. Talk about déjà vu! Only this time, there was no maniacal laughter. This time she would be rescued, by her mate. When she felt Eric within the shadows, Hermione stood stock still and smirked.

He was here and there would be hell to pay if what she was feeling was any clue. She felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine at the thought of seeing Eric in action. Of seeing someone come to her rescue for a change. She knew her dark angel would be magnificent in his fury, his wrathful vengeance.

"I know you're here Northman!" The one holding Hermione said. "My scout told me when you arrived."

"You might as well show yourself. I plan to make you watch as I kill your little pet. I owe you for taking my Sabrina away from me." The idiot said and Hermione felt the cold fury Eric felt wash over her, followed by a direct push of warmth and strength.

When he found her, he stayed in the shadows, checking to make sure she was unharmed. Hermione continued to stay still and silent, knowing Eric was there. As her eyes scanned the shadows of the room, she looked directly at him and gave an ever so slight nod. Enough for him to know she was fine for now.

Hermione felt Eric through their bond letting her know the time was near so she closed her eyes and cast the most powerful shield spell she knew then opened her eyes, looking directly into Eric's. When the vampire holding her was pushed back away from her, Eric walked out of the shadows: tall, broad and proud. Ready to take back what was his.

"I believe you have something of mine and I want her back." He said while baring his fangs. "You really should know better than to take another vampire's mate. Even the AVL would show you no mercy for your actions."

The leader of the nest had foolishly thought he had Eric surrounded. He had thought he could win this standoff. How wrong he was. As Eric's group came into light, covered in blood, the leader took a step towards Hermione, thinking he could get to her. It was all over within a matter of minutes but it was intense.

There were nine in the nest but they were all under five hundred, no match for an ancient Viking vampire with a group of loyal older vampires. Eric had wanted to make the bastard suffer for putting his mate in harm's way but his bloodlust was too much. He slaughtered the young vampire in a blink of an eye.

When all was said and done, Eric took Hermione into his arms and kissed her hard, after checking she was, indeed, unharmed. The blood upon her person was not hers. He swept her up into his arms and took flight, needing to get her home so he could check her over without clothes hindering his inspection. The vampire in him would have it no other way, would not be satisfied with any other results.

When he landed at their home, Hermione looked into his eyes and asked, "Something that belongs to you huh?"

Eric smirked and replied, "Yes." Then he turned serious and said, "Unless you have changed your mind."

When the laughter left his eyes and he asked if she would keep him, Hermione leaned forward and kissed his lips tenderly. "I want no other, my dark avenger."

AN: 1) The Horseshoe Bossier Casino and Hotel is an actual hotel in Shreveport, LA. It's a four star hotel and the picture of the room is from their website of the actual room.

2) The sword collection picture is one I had to create since I couldn't find one that fit my idea of what was on Eric's wall. If you could imagine them all in a glass case, that was what I was shooting for.

3) Hermione's clothing: the corset is Frederick's of Hollywood, the leather pants are a generic pic I got from google and her boots are Gestuz Lorelle Colorblock Leather Boots.