A/N: Thank you to DaniD32, xxericbitesxx, Jiffie (And don't worry, I hate clichés)for reviewing.

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

Hot Blooded

In… out… in… out, breathe Ky, breathe. It'll be fine for you at least; it's not yours right? Just play this right, and you'll be fine. My mind counseled me in hopes of making it so I would get through the entire thing with out having a hysterical fit. The cold hand of the female vampire still on me and her comment about me soiling myself making me offended to the point where I was going to make it a point not to.

With a low breath I blinked as we entered the bar and let my eyes take in the area. There was a blonde behind the counter, her short hair curly as she was cleaning the top. It was eerily silent through as she only wore a strip of cloth for her breasts and a pair of really short shorts. I think she was anorexic as well… I didn't stare for to long as she looked up at me and immediately brought her eyes away.

I could see an almost light pink in her aura and then looked back ahead fighting back a gulp. What was she afraid of? She worked for these people! My hands tightened on the cooler again and then I relaxed my grasp as we turned towards a single door that read, Manager: Eric N. The woman reached up and rapped on the door making her immediately stare at her as a smile came to her face as she looked back at me. The red was getting darker and she was smiling more. Biting my lip I looked back ahead before there was a stern low voice that was almost holding a sensual undertone. "Send her in Pam."

'Pam' turned to me, smiling with her fangs slowly sliding out and brought her fingers up slowly and brushed them against my cheek. I immediately recoiled and attempted to move away before she grabbed my arm and pulled me forward with that inhuman strength. Staring up at the taller woman I heard her chuckle softly before murmuring, "Don't be to long now…" I pulled away before she opened the door and shoved me in. The door shut and it was silent for a moment as my hand was clenched onto the cooler and I looked around then my eyes made contact with narrowed blue.

The creature in front of me looked human, with his chin length blonde hair that was smooth and easy, his light mustache glowing in the light of the room as well as his hair and his fingers set up in a tent in front of him while his fingers rested on what I could only assume was a very expensive desk. He looked human, but he felt like a man-eating tiger. While the woman seemed like a black panther. Sensual and deadly.

I would be first to admit, the man in front of me that was definitely inhuman was beautiful, had I not been terrified I probably would have found this situation rather attractive. Hell if he were human I probably would have, but right now, I was afraid. For a few moments the staring continued before he questioned softly, "Are you going to sit?"

"I'd rather stand." It left me quickly and I found myself going back into my routine of controlled breathing before I hyperventilated, my heart rate steadied, my eyes lidded and I felt my hand loosen on the cooler so it was now in a firm grip instead of a vice. My tongue ran over my teeth in my mouth before I exhaled softly and then moved forward almost mechanically and placed the cooler on the desk. It was quiet for a moment before his fingers came up and pressed the button bringing the lid back.

For a few moments the silence remained tense and so thick I could feel it crushing down on me. My eyes would have loved to stay on him in hopes of breaking the tension, but they were trained on his aura instead. White was the main color in it, frustration. There were bits of black here and there signifying he was stressed and overworked, and a bit of gray in the mix as well, telling me that he was quite a bit tired. I fought back the want to bite my lip as he slammed the cooler shut; now I looked directly at him.

Shit, he doesn't look happy. The collecting of black in his aura informed me that he most certainly wasn't. WE made eye contact and he slowly placed the cooler behind his desk and rose. I tensed immediately as he did so and forced myself to continue my breathing exercises before clenching my sweaty hands into fists, digging my nails into my palms and watching him pause.

"…Are you afraid of me?" I blinked at this, the voice was almost curious and I inwardly twitched as I saw amusement in his aura, but kept silent as he all to slowly moved around the desk so it was no longer separating us. "Well?"

Keeping eye contact I let a gulp pass through me before slowly nodding. I watched him raise an eyebrow before leaning forward so we were at eye level. Considering the guy was at least six something I felt so much smaller than I actually was. His head tilted lightly to the side though as he held what seemed to be a curious look on his face. I saw amber in his aura stating that he was testing me though.

"And why is that? I sense no V in your body, you have done as I asked and brought it here and for the moment have done nothing wrong that I can tell aside from traveling with a group of desperate morons."

The silence held again except for the clicking of a clock in the background before I slowly found myself staring in those eyes and his hand reached up holding my cheek. Cold but not freezing as it felt almost like a cool compress. "Well, why are you afraid?" His voice held the same pull that the woman's did. I wanted to relax into that grasp; I wanted to trust that nothing would go wrong.

My body and mind slashed away these thoughts quickly reminding me that my friends were somewhere in this building, that the cooler contained an illegal drug, and that this man was the one who was threatening their lives. My hand came up and grasped his wrist watching his eyes narrow as I gently persuaded it to move from my cheek. I hopped back away from him with a cautious but also cross look.

"You're fuckin' Scary. That's why." I found it exiting my mouth and watched his face gain a blank look before he slowly stood up to my full height and chuckled softly. My hand clenched for a moment at this and I flinched as I blinked and found he wasn't in front of me. I felt breath on my neck though that made me twist and back away immediately. I tripped and fell back before a hand shot forward and grabbed my wrist, my hands clamped onto the back of my head after I had finally fallen and hit the ground because on the way down my head made contact with his desk.

"Ahhh…." I shut my eyes tight as my face screwed up in pain before the silence continued. Rubbing the spot I was relieved to find there was no blood coming out of my head and slowly looked up at the vampire whose hands moved into his pockets as he simply was hunched lightly staring at me now. I stared up before his hand came down and grasped my wrist, yanking me to my feet before he moved away and leaned against the door. His arms crossing over his chest and his hair slowly moving with his face as he leaned his head back and shut his eyes.

From my spot I fought back the urge to walk behind the desk and put it between the two of us again. I didn't like him close; I didn't like the feel of him either. I felt his eyes on me as he slowly leaned forward and then murmured simply, "A little bit of that V should help that nasty bruise." The way he said nasty was almost tauntingly and mockingly, I felt a small frown come to my lips as he stared at me again with those eyes. His voice holding that alluring pull as he murmured softly, "You should drink some."

Unlike before where I wanted to trust his voice, where I wanted to fall into his arms, I found myself blinking and looking behind the desk then back at him before raising an eyebrow. My fear remaining but the questioning look remaining on my face. His eyebrows lowered into a what seemed to be a look of concentration moving onto his face, "Do it, drink the V." I didn't like the command in his voice and slowly shook my head in refusal. His hands slammed down on both sides of me and his face was inches away from mine. My gray met his blue and my hands clenched into his desks, nails attempting to dig into the wood.

"….Drink the V." Was the low hiss that exited him while that same pull remained on his tongue while fear was flooding into my mind like waves. My hands shot up and immediately planted on his, what I would later note as, well muscled chest before shoving.

"Get the Fuck Away From Me!" I snarled watching him actually become taken off guard and stumble back a few paces while adrenaline gave me a momentary strength I didn't have, "I ain't drinking any of the Damn V!" The desperation I had since I got here as well as the fear mixed into anger and the feeling of being backed into a corner. I watched his eyebrows raise and that cross look return to his face as I snapped, "I brought you your damn blood now Gimme back My Friends!"

The silence held after I said this only being broken by the sound of my heavy breathing as my heart was pounding in my ears as well. My hand came up slowly onto the symbol around my neck and I tightened my hand around the cool marble immediately shutting my eyes as I used his desk for support. I didn't open my eyes as I heard him walking but blinked as I heard the unmistakable sound of a refrigerator door opening.

Looking to the side I saw he had a miniature one in the corner of his room before he got up with a bottle of water in hand. Approaching me in which I tensed, a hand came up and shot forward shoving me into a chair. A foot following up as the result of my impact made the chair go up onto two legs and the foot planted edge corner before shoving down so it sat on the ground flat. The bottle of water was dropped in my lap while he stood before me leaning against the desk with his arms crossed.

"Drink." Was the order that ushered from him, the silence unnerving as I slowly unscrewed the bottle of water and downed a good fourth of it with in seconds as my throat was feeling all too dry. Capping it for a moment I grunted as hands came down on both sides of the chair, much bigger than my own as his form bent down leaning on his hands and becoming once again eye level with me. The silence once again wafted into the air in between us before I watched his mouth open, his eyes capturing my own in the process.

"You're only getting this one warning from me girl." He murmured softly, but it might as well have been a hiss with how his aura flared with black and white, the amusement from earlier gone completely, "I will not stand for such actions, until I even allow you to approach your friends, you will answer my questions and you will do as I say. Do you understand?"

With a very small nod I understood why he had me drink the water. If it weren't for the new moisture I had gained I might have gagged at the dryness. "This time you were lucky, next time I will not be nearly as lenient to you if you should lash out again like you just did." His hand came back slowly and I felt it wrap my ponytail around itself before he yanked making my neck arch back. I felt his mouth near my throat as it hovered and my mind stopped for the moment. Leaning up to my ear he whispered, "Next time, I may just have to see if your blood is as hot as your temper."

Alarms went off in my head and my fingers dug into my palms again, then I felt something slowly running down my hands making me pause and look down. I must have been to afraid to notice the cuts that I had formed and slowly frowned looking at my palms as a light bit of blood had coated the with my fingers. Blinking I grunted as the vampire gave a very low and steady inhale and my eyes turned to him immediately before he had crouched down to my hands.

I stared wide eyed as his hands left the chair and moved to my wrists, yanking them harshly making me wiggle lightly before a surprisingly hot tongue came out and onto them. Flinching I attempted to pull them away now, "Hey! Stop that!" The response was his eyes flashing up to mine in a rather fierce glare making my own eyes widen before I snapped, "I didn't do anything so you can't have it!" With a yank I had my hands back flipping the chair in the process of trying to back up at the same time. But soon I was on my feet staring at him while his eyes were narrowed as he stared at me from his crouched position.

He moved so fast I was only aware of his hands finding my shoulders and slamming me against the wall stunning me. My form quickly turned and yanked with my back against his chest as I began to immediately struggle and opened my mouth to shriek. A large hand instantly clamped down and my own bloody ones came up and clamped on his hand digging my nails into it. An arm found its way around my stomach and I was hefted while I felt him lean against the desk. I did the last thing I could think of.

I bit down.

It didn't take long for me to taste blood in my mouth; in fact it took only moments. I felt the vampire pause before feeling his hand wrap up around my throat and my form slammed up against the wall beside the door in a throw before I dropped to the ground. I felt a shoe on my hand immediately and heard him snarl the words, "Spit it out!" I turned my head and did just that… though all that came out was a little bit and saliva. I could taste it all over my mouth, coating it, smeared on my jaw and lips…

Did I bite him that deep that it all just gushed out like that, or did vampire's blood have a knack for just flooding out automatically? I let out a shriek as his foot slammed hard down onto my hand and heard several cracking moments. I felt his hand grasp my hair and the door open as I began to kick, scream, struggle, and then shriek while he walked towards a door. My eyes seeing black completely outlining him as he opened the door and the smell of something rank and disgusting filled my nose making him silence as I gagged before continuing.

I saw him grab something to the side before I was thrown again. My form hitting a wall hard and then my head hitting concrete. I felt dizzy… the pain of his hand in my hair dragging made me groan as I felt my form being pulled down three more steps and something snapped around my neck. There was odd clinking and I felt a heavy feeling come onto my chest as something was dropped there. Then there were footsteps away from me and the slam of a door.

With my fuzzy hearing and sight from the impacts I took I heard someone calling my name if only for a moment. But as I stared around at the darkness that covered the room I found I could see nothing. Even if I could it wouldn't matter as unconsciousness was creeping through the corners of my mind as I was slowly shutting. Only one thought coherently leaving me before I completely blacked out.

Shit.

A/N: Alright, so satisfactory? Yes? No? Maybe so? Lemme know. Cause while if he thinks them useful, Eric is only half an ass at first, it seems to me that someone he see's practically useless would be shown little to no mercy, particularly if someone gets his blood and he didn't offer it to them.