A/N before you ask I have not given up on my other story, I fancied a change and have been thinking about writing an Eric and OC story for a while. Oh and no worries about me not updating my other story though as I already have a proof ready which just needs to be edited. I have already started the following chapter and I have really enjoyed writing this chapter and deciding on a new storyline. If it is not what readers are looking for than I will probably decide not to continue it but I hope that it will not be the case.

Hope you enjoy and I hope you REVIEW!

Chapter 1

Elena's Pov

I gripped the stirring wheel of my car with inhuman strength, for the first time since my child left me I felt nervous, panicked. I turned off the road and pulled into the full car park, smiling slightly when I saw all of the vermin lining up waiting to be let into a bar where they hoped to get bitten and used by one of us. I shook my head slightly at the idea that they were happy just to be a blood-bag; I would never understand fang-banners completely, even after all my years. I had met many in my time having lived thousands of years, but I despised the smell of desperation they radiated from every pore on their skin. It was pitiful that they would dress in such a degrading way, believing in the stereotype which has made us sound obsessed with black and cheap flesh revealing clothes. While vampires had no sense in modesty, it didn't mean we all dressed in such unappealing and cheap clothes. As I pulled into an empty space I looked up at the glowing red Fangtasia sign, it had my child's name written all over it. I smirked and looked in the rear view mirror to check my appearance. I added a little extra gloss to bring out my naturally plump red lips and ran my fingers through my chocolate brown hair, I was glad that I had grown it long when I was human as I had fallen in love with my long brown curls. My long brunette locks ran down to the small of my back and made my emerald eyes shine brightly. I knew I was pretty; I had after all had complements from every human, vampire and other supernatural species that I had passed through the years. I wasn't completely vein but I knew how to work what I had, and unlike most fang-bangers nowadays it didn't mean the less clothing the better. I gracefully got out of my car and smoothed down my dress. I had chosen an emerald green dress with matching heels to complement my eyes; I had also chosen to wear a small diamond necklace with matching bracelets and earrings. My fingers immediately went to clasp the diamond heart from my necklace in my hand, I thought back to when my child had given it to me a few decades after I had turned him...

"Jag ӓlskar dig min ӓlskare" I love you my lover my Viking purred as he dropped the body of the Queen he had just killed onto the already bloody ground. She had begun to get careless with her feedings and had ignored my many warnings, for the price of her stupidity she had lost her life at the hands of my only creation. I smirked.

"Som jag ӓlskar dig mitt barn" As I love you my child I purred back, taking a seductive step towards my now suddenly horny Viking. I was covered in what used to be the Queens army's blood; she had been stupid enough to think she could beat us at the age of 140. She had become Queen out of chance and luck; she hid behind an army of vampires and never fought in a battle with her kind. She was nothing but a coward and the quick death was a mercy on her since I knew my child wanted to play with her.

"Du ser fantastisk tӓckt av blod min ӓlskare, du gӧr mig hȧrt och kȧt fӧr dig" You look amazing covered in blood my lover, you make me hard and horny for you he purred and I felt heat rush to my core. I watched as he tore one of the many necklaces from the Queen's bloody body and sped around to clasp it round my neck. Its thin silver coloured chain was long enough to reach my generous chest, the diamond heart shinning in the moon light as I twirled it in my fingers.

"Det passar dig min ӓlskling" It suits you my lover he continued to purr as I continued to finger the small diamond heart. The next thing I knew my lips had slammed onto my Vikings as he pulled me closer to his bare and bloody chest. My tongue skimmed his bottom lip, demanding entrance to his still bloody and wet mouth. He parted his lips to let my tongue though, battling for dominance in a fiery and heated kiss as my hands tangled in his long mane of golden locks. His large hands racked over my body as we began tearing the tattered clothes with prevented us from touching each other's bare skin. My leather top and pants were gone is seconds and I felt his fingers run against my soaked folds. We were too far into bloodlust to take things slow since the next minute Eric had me on the floor and was thrusting into me right to the hilt. I screamed out in pleasure as my fangs descended in ecstasy, I ran them across his shoulder as he started to thrust in and out of me in deep hard thrusts. I smirked against his flesh as a shiver ran through his body, until he changed angles and hit my g-spot with every thrust. My smirk turned into a long, throaty moan as he increased the pressure of each of his thrusts, moving at a pace only vampires could achieve. I felt my climax approach and felt him swell inside of my tight walls, his hand snaked between us leaving my bare breast and travelling to rub my clit roughly, pushing me over the edge and taking him with me...

After reminiscing about the past for a few moments I made my way over to the entrance of the bar. I was not here to see Eric personally; I was on in-fact business. I had heard from Sophie-Ann that a telepath was currently living in a small town called Bon Temps. Since this is such a rarity I had no choice but to come and investigate, the fact that she was familiar with my child was the only reason I was here. I needed to be sure that she could not in-fact read our minds, if she did then there would be no alternative but to kill her quickly. If on the other hand she couldn't and I deemed her a valuable asset, then I would offer her my protection. I would stay near for the appropriate time while it is made known that I would kill any who harmed her, and then I would take my leave, leaving all of the bad memories behind me once again. I blinked back the tears that had formed in my eyes as they began to water, I hadn't cried since the night he'd left me and I was starting to doubt whether this was such a good idea. I swallowed the sudden lump that had formed in my throat and straightened my back; I would not appear weak in front of anyone, especially my child! As I got in view of the entrance I noted what was apparently was my child's only child. I took in her long blonde hair and slim figure; it made her look edgy and innocent. A quick assessment of her made me place her at about 200 years old. I saw much to my amusement that a look of distain was on her face, her lips turned up in a scowl of displease at being surrounded by so many pathetic humans. I knew by the way she acted and the way she looked to why my Viking had chosen to change her, he always had a thing for feisty women not to mention blondes. Before approaching I made sure to wipe my face from any expression, after hiding all my emotions I made my way directly to her confidently, being my age I didn't need to worry as much about danger, even though I did so instinctively. I could have pain inflicted on me but I couldn't die as easily as most vampires; I had reached an age where I had no choice but to walk the earth for eternity. Now a stake to the heart just hurt like a bitch, but I would heal and continue to live on until I met my end some other way. It was a curse and a gift being an ancient and it had saved my life in the past a few times, mainly in the last couple of thousand years much to my displeasure.

"Pamela" I said flatly as I stood in front of the blonde vampire. She looked at me strangely and I could see her lick her lips at my appearance, it wasn't anything new to me that supe's found me fascinating; they were drawn to the power I seemed to radiate. I watched her; annoyed that she had yet to speak. I didn't want to be here all night and I double checked that I had the bond with my child closed since I didn't want him to know I was present in his bar until I have seen him; I had missed him dearly over the years and it was clear to me that he was my only weakness. A small growl came from my chest which seemed to panic and scare the younger vampire slightly, I smiled when she realised her mistake in keeping me waiting. A speechless vampire was always such a treat to watch, their expressions were priceless.

"Mistress" she bowed to the waist and I heard several gasps came from the vermin in the line. Fucking pathetic I thought as I gestured for Pam to rise. Being Eric's child she could also sense my blood in her maker as well as in herself, so I knew she was aware of whom I was and I was curious to know how much Eric had told her about me. I passed off my curiosity; I did have eternity after all to get all of the answers I was after.

"You will not tell my child I am here" I said, keeping my tone even. I would not let her see the mixed feelings I was having at meeting my child, I just hoped that he still does not loath and despise me as he did before we parted.

"But your-"she started stupidly. I was growing tied of her quickly and was not in the mod to beat around the bush.

"Are you questioning me Pamela?" I hissed out without fangs. I watched as she stuttered out a panicked no before telling me that she would honour my request. I nodded and walked into the bar taking in my surroundings as I sped over to a booth in the corner. The air smelt of desperation, blood, sex and lust which matched the room's decor to the letter. The walls were coloured in a deep red as well as a pitch black. The small gift shop in the corner of the bar was filled with humans wanting to buy a memo for their experience here, not brave enough to aim high for a fang mark to decorate their necks. The booths were made up of red leather seats and the walls supported pictures of clique images associated with our kind. I continued to take in every detail of my child's success; the music playing was fast and upbeat which tempted the customers to dance on the space in the centre of the room. As I finished taking everything in the room I finally let my eyes wonder over towards my child. He was slouched in a thrown looking exactly the same as I last saw him. His shoulder length hair fell straight down his face making him look like the sexy Viking he truly was. I let my eyes trail down his body and I felt my lust spark up as I took in his black leather pants and a fitted shirt which was in a similar dark colour. I felt all of my feelings for him begin to rise to the surface within me, but I pushed them down with a scowl. He was the one to leave me for fucks sake! I should hate him, loath him! I continue to watch his bored expression until a slight smirk appeared on his lips, I eyed him puzzlingly until I felt a presence approach and stand too close to me much to my displease.

"Looking for some company little darling?" I heard a deep voice purr. I scoffed at how he described me as little since my height was above average and I was obviously much older than him. I looked at the scrawny human who was attempting to seduce me, I eyed him. Pathetic!

"Not from you, beat it!" I hissed, keeping my voice in a deadly whisper and smiled slightly when he scurried off like a good little blood-bag. I returned my eyes to my child and saw that his trade mark smirk was still present on his face. I waited patiently, sending human after human away until I heard a commotion at the front of the bar. I tensed slightly until I saw a petite blond barge into the bar. Part-fairy I thought as soon as I caught her scent. My heightened scenes made it easy for me to be able to hear clearly when she walked straight up to my child. I tilted my head to the side slightly taking in her appearance; it was obvious this was the famed telepath. She was wearing a lilac dress which came down to the floor; her blonde hair was pulled up in an elaborate style showing off her bare tanned neck. Her aura was clear to me, she was angered with my child and I tensed even more in case she over stepped her bounds. I would not have my child be insulted by a human, part fairy or not!

"What the hell do you think you're doing Eric?" the telepath hissed at my child. So they are on a first name bases...interesting since I remembered that my child did not get attached to others easily. I am surprised that he actually found and turned a human that captivated his interest enough, let along form such an attachment to another. I could tell that Pamela respected her maker and that she was furiously loyal to him, she was being curious with me at the entrance and if I was here on more pleasant terms I would have humoured her. But it wasn't one of those times so I hadn't.

"I don't know what you mean my lover" my child purred to her and I closed my eyes to fight back on my emotions since they threatened to resurface. I could remember in the past when he called me that when we made love times and times again. He was close to this blonde and I knew it wasn't just to keep her gift in his territory. I sighed and opened my eyes, continuing to listen to their conversation.

"Where's Bill Eric, I know you have him?" the blonde hissed out again, trying to put venom in her words though her aura was telling a different story. She lusted after my child, nothing I had not seen before. But what I haven't seen is my child lusting after a woman as much as I was witnessing. I did not like it, but it was not my place to judge...not anymore anyway. I felt a presence stand next to me, a vampire if my senses where correct. I was about to get them to piss off until I sensed it was Pamela standing next to me, watching me with an expression of mixed fascination and curiosity. I gestured for her to sit.

"Pamela" I greeted again, in a worse mood now I knew how well my child had been coping with leaving me. He had no regrets about leaving me with nothing but a note reading:

Goodbye master

~Your child

He had used master to spite me even though I had never made him call me it when it was not needed. I remember him telling me to go out and hunt, and me asking him to join me. I hadn't known why he had refused until I came to our small home that night and his stuff was gone and I was left with nothing but a four worded note.

"Please mistress, call me Pam" she replied to my greeting and I nodded. Pam sounded better when it passed my lips...just like Eric. I clamped down on those feelings again, he would not take me back and I would not give him the change to leave me again even if he did. He was a coward with his emotions back then; I doubt he has changed much over the decades.

"Tell me about the blonde Pam" I said softly, Pam looked at me puzzled before turning around and taking in the situation with my child and the blonde. I could sense Pam was figuring out how much to tell me, but I will not have her hiding anything from me when it concerned my child.

"Start from the beginning, do not hide anything from me Pamela" I said sternly, not leaving any room for argument. I could tell she didn't want to tell me about my child's new relationship with the blonde, but I gave her no choice but to come clean. I was her mistress after all and I was sure that my child must have mentioned some of our past stories about how I dealt with people who were not honest with me when I asked them to be.

"Her name is Sookie Stackhouse and she is from Bon Temps. She is a waitress at Merlottes and I guess you have already sensed her skill" I nodded. Sensing different creatures becomes easier with age, for example my child would have known she was more than a human just by her scent but not know what until he had tasted her, but Pam wouldn't know she was anything else but a pretty human who carried a slightly sweeter scent.

"Carry on" I pressured, I knew Eric would sense my presence soon and I wanted answers from his child first.

"Bill Compton brought her to Fangtasia one night, she was asking about the killings of two of her friends since her brother was in jail for their murders. She caught Eric's attention but couldn't be glamoured, my master has been trying to seduce her ever since. It does not seem to be affecting her as well as he would have liked." She finished. I closed my eyes and sighed, a human motion which I had picked up over my years.

"She lusts after him, he will get his wish" I muttered slightly bitterly, seemingly shocking Pam. She must have realised that even though I had asked her to tell me everything, she should have kept some things which she had let slip quiet. So my child was falling for a stubborn telepath, I would not compete for his affections I told myself sternly. What we had was in the past, if this is the case...it will stay that way.

"It is true then?" she asked fascinated. I nodded since she meant that I could see auras and sense emotions, I could definitely see that this blonde felt strongly for my child.

"She is claimed?" I asked and Pam nodded. "By a vampire named Bill Compton?" I asked and she nodded again. So my child was trying to seduce and claim a human who was already with another vampire, strange since he could have just ordered this Bill to hand over his human...but I guess my child was always up for a challenge...something's never change it seems.

"He will know of my presence soon, with his age I cannot mask my presence for long" I stated out of the blue.

"How does he not know already? I assume you have closed the bond with him, but you practically radiate power and age?" she asked curiously.

"If I wish to hide my presence from my child I can for a short amount of time. Closing the bond also blunts his senses to my presence longer" I said matter-of-factly. Pam seemed content with the information and was smart enough not to ask any more questions other then whether I would like a blood. I refused saying that I did not need much to survive; feeding from a human once in every two weeks could sustain me and keep my healthy though I have gone without for longer. Suddenly I saw my child visibly tense when he realised an older vampire was in his bar. Pam was at his side in the blink of an eye as Eric scanned the bar quickly, I could tell Pam was nervous but I was watching closely for my child's expression. Suddenly he spotted me and I watched as his blue eyes widened as he realised his maker was in his bar. Well it's now or never.