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His View Pt 1.

Eric wanted answers that much was for sure. He had dealt with man humans through out the 1000 plus years he had been a vampire, and he was skilled in many different ways in how he could get them. He could attempt to glamour the fragile humans downstairs of his bar, but he was rather sure that the three V addicts were already to far gone for him to do that. The fact being that he could feel their minds jus barely together. He could beat them, drain them completely… but then they would be dead. Maybe with the lies he would turn them he could find out where they were getting their V.

There was nothing more annoying to the Sheriff of Area five than a drug addict that loyal to his drug dealer. As the three had all been. The girl and the boy, he hadn't bothered with their names, that had proceeded to cuss him out as well as attempt to attack him were both some where in a river across the country. While he had of course sent the one boy, David… As what he could only guess was the boy's female shrieked so many times, on his own journey to the afterlife.

He had tried to question the blonde that was just barely clinging to her pathetic mortality down stairs, but it had ended with the fact she was screaming to loud all he wanted to do was shut her up. And thus the feeding frenzy had started. Her struggling exciting his nature rather nicely, he would have to feed on her again before this was all over, even if the V did make the taste of her blood a mixture between sweet and detestable….

And then there was the innocent down stairs. The one that he was unable to glamour… the one that just barely made eye contact with him and was terrified as well as upset and desperate. Really she had only acted in her nature, but as he was going against his nature not to drain her on the spot after biting him, he expected her to do the same. He annoyed with this matter as there was none of the four that would talk, and only three out of the four that Could talk and tell him what he needed to know.

"Humans…" He growled softly as he sat in his office, eyes shut for the moment. He wouldn't kill off the innocent until she gave him a proper reason to, he had sensed Pam heading down there earlier and wondered lightly if she was going to feed from the girl. Part of him didn't like that idea, while another part of him would rather be the to first bite her throat. Sighing lightly he opened his eyes. Either way he was annoyed with the bond the little human was sharing with him now. He could feel her frustration, rage, as well as her fear and worry. It was almost refreshing to feel such vividness in someone else's emotions.

It would make it easier to find her as well if she tried to escape him. He doubted that she would be able to do so, in her state of fear. But he knew from experience when one's life was on the line they had to think ahead. There was never much choice in the matter and planning as well as plotting would come into play quickly. He just wondered how long till she tried escaping… she would more than likely attempt to do it during the day. Her chances were better if that were the case.

It wasn't like he couldn't find her though once night came back and haul her back here. Short of keeping her in the spare coffin in the back though that had belonged to his old partner at the bar, Longshadow, he couldn't really control her during the day. The chains were only so reliable, and he knew for a fact that eventually one of them would figure out how to get them off. So of course if they found a way through the basement to the outside he wouldn't be surprised, but the most likely course was through the front door, in which he had already warned the simple minded Ginger, one of his workers to keep an eye out and let no human leave after the sun was up.

She was a glamour away from brain dead but at least she followed her orders with loyalty that he could commend. He heard footsteps and watched half focused as Pam entered. A hand on her hip and her eyes lidded but a smile on her lips making him raise a brow in light confusion and interest, "What's seemed to excite you?"

"The girl down stairs." He blinked lightly and wondered just what she could have done now to get Pam to smile like that. "She's an O negative." He paused and his eyes immediately focused on Pam completely as he stared with a simple blank face. "And she's Pure."

He watched her fangs extend as she said this and leaned back shutting the door, "Let's keep her Eric…. Fresh O negative is so hard to come by and even rarer when it's pure…" Keep the girl in order to feed on her every night? While he would usually by all means share with his progeny the fact the girl had his blood in her already made him slowly shake his head. "She'd make a good pet…" Was the soft murmur in response, the female vampire that held that quirky tone saying she was determined to get what she wanted. He again leaned back and brought his fingers in front of his face as his elbows rested on the desk interlacing them.

For a few moments all he did was continue to stare before murmuring simply, "She is bonded to me Pam." At the woman's eyes narrowing he shook his head, "The girl has my blood in her, whether I wanted it to be there or not." He saw fury go over her face and then slowly pause as she gave a lazy smile making him blink.

"So she is yours then." He didn't think about that, in a technical sense of vampire nature, he supposed since his blood was in her and it wasn't his choice, but he didn't really think it was hers either, yes, she was his. But not his claimed, just his property. And the thought of her being an O negative and for all to disbelief pure, just meant that her value as his property went up. Not something worth protecting from other vampires like a dog and it's territory like that blasted Bill Compton, and his little telepath Sookie, who he had been slowly creating a plan to snatch up. But something definitely worth keeping under a strict watch.

And even if she wasn't pure, her being O negative made her still worth a pretty penny… He shut an eye as dust got in it and grumbled rubbing it, "Yes, I guess she is." The woman blinked.

"You guess?" He nodded to this while Pam simply continued to stare at him, "What do you mean you guess? Eric…"

He simply shut both his eyes in annoyance before she silence as he rose to his feet and murmured dully, "It was not my choice for my blood to go into her, and I can feel her…" He blinked as an odd calm came to him through the bond he shared with the girl. "…She bit me and swallowed a bit of it when I grasped her around the throat… so I guess she is my human though I have not tasted her blood myself."

Sticking up her middle finger at him he stared at the red coating it. His progeny purring in reply, "That's why I brought you a free sample." He almost chuckled as she walked forward and slowly placed it in his mouth. He paused and let his tongue bathe her finger slowly before pulling away at the taste in his mouth. It was warm and tantalizing, filled with young strength and hope. His eyes slowly shut and he let out a low breath as it had an odd taste as well… he had tasted O negative before, and even pure O negative, but this taste was different. The blood was very sweet, just behind the line of too sweet. But something in it was off. Not horribly off, it just made it exquisite to drink.

He looked up at Pam and mumbled softly, "It is a very good flavor isn't it?" At the nod he slowly looked off to the side. If he kept the girl, then he would have to take her out of the cellar immediately. But while she was down there, short of starving to death, soiling herself, and dehydrating (all problems which could be easily fixed by the way) she was safe from any vampire that might be in his bar at night.

"…How did her teeth get through your skin?"

He was yanked from his thoughts as he blinked and looked immediately up at Pam as she continued to stand in front of his desk. "What?"

"…Well the little blood bag's gotten a bit of your blood for her to heal up so nicely, so how'd she bite you so deep Eric." He hadn't thought about this and it was a bit true, humans rarely were able to bite into his skin when he allowed them to do so. Only perhaps once a female had, and she had filed her teeth down into sharp little fangs. The little female that he had noticed was not as so… there were distinct marks that filing left but he hadn't been looking at her teeth either. He had been much too annoyed when at times her eyes had been trained onto his left shoulder.

It brought up another thing; he had just barely noticed the reaction in her eyes when he would do certain things, particularly when she watched his shoulder. Slowly turning his gaze to his bare left one he let out a soft breath and shut his eyes in thought. Then rested his chin on them, "…hrm…" The pensive sound left him making the woman lightly roll his eyes before he slowly inhaled and got to his feet letting out a puff of air. Not really needing to but if he wanted to talk he needed to breath in some fashion.

Of course he didn't need it to live, just to talk. Either way it didn't matter as his mind turned to the subject of the girl again. She had indeed bitten him hard, but he was quite sure not as hard as it took for a human's blunt teeth to break skin. Slowly looking at his right hand he saw no marks but let the sensations crawl through his mind of what it had felt like. It had been two teeth first… the front…

No… it hadn't been the front. His eyes opened and narrowed. It had been the canines, and if he remembered correctly, they had been the first to go into his skin. He let out a soft hiss and then turned mumbling, "I'm not sure."

"You want me to go get her so you Can be?" He flinched and glared at her as she had an annoyed stare and watched her bring her hands up in a useless gesture of some sort before turning and exiting the room. Looking back at his desk as he sat back down in his chair he shut his eyes and rubbed the lids now, "Kids…" He decided quickly right then though, he'd wait for a bit before he talked with the O negative down stairs, that way she had time to stew.

The idea of keeping her though was strangely appealing to him, not simply because he would have a fresh source of blood, but also in the prospecting sense it was quite expensive to buy such blood. Drumming his fingers against the desk he looked to the side. He had never been one for O negative, but he did find the taste of her blood rather interesting, as well as delightful, but that was from the pure factor.

Something in his old Viking instincts also was murmuring something else to him. That the female was a spoil of war. His war against every damned V addict in the town. Meaning the Viking wanted some action. He didn't feel like listening to it at the moment how ever, as the girl was simply….

Fragile. Much to fragile.

She had a backbone when shoved into a corner, but other than that he could see she was just a frightened and scared little rabbit. If he was to keep her, that would have to change. And the chances were the trauma of it all would make it damn near impossible for that to happen.

He'd have to give this matter of her fate great consideration now. It wasn't a larger, important matter, but he did have to weigh the pros and cons before he decided whether or not he was going to let her just walk out of here, or become somewhat of his pet walking food source. Depending on how he was feeling, both sounded rather appealing. He didn't want to have to deal with the situation any longer than he had to, there was the matter of an entirely different V dealer living somewhere in Bon Temps and the vampire that was responsible for it.

There was also the situation of getting Sookie Stackhouse into his retinue and away from Bill. These were important matters that as his place as Sheriff and as Eric Northman he had to look into and take care of as efficiently as possible. Not to mention he needed to check on Bill's little progeny herself, as she had seemed rather obedient as of late to her maker. He held no soft spot for the child but it would amuse him and disgust him at the same time to see her flutter about to his patrons in search of blood to drink like a little vampire bat.

Getting to his feet and grasping his jacket he slowly put it on before moving outside his door and past Chow who was checking I.D.'s now with a bored look on his face. He slowly moved to the chair that was throne of his bar and sat down looking around. Maybe he would find himself a little spitfire to drink from tonight, or perhaps he would take from one of the four downstairs. The blonde's was getting old and the male had lost to much blood, but the little ebony haired one had a hot tongue and a rather interesting fire that made her blood particularly spicy…

He'd see as the night went on.

A/N: Alrighty, I figured I'd do the fifth chapter in Eric's view and the His View chapters will always be pt.s of something. Cause they will be placed randomly through the story. In edition to this there might be chapters where I switch views as well in order to get both sides of one situation. I've done it before and it seemed to have turned out very good, but I am determined to make progress as well. Anyways, as the usual shoot me a review, Pm, what ever and tell me what ya thought. See ya next chapter!